#And if I'ma die

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

was past me back in high school a sad pathetic little meow meow emo bitch who i am glad i no longer am? absolutely. did past me also have killer fucking taste in music? FUCK YES, OH MY GOD. THESE ARE A FUCKING BOP WHAT THE HELL-

[cuddlebugmonster]

I like the idea that Leo and usagi didn't like each other in the beginning. They act so similarly, even with their bad traits, which can be an uncanny feeling.

Usagi rarely gets mad, but when he does it's really intense to the point his whole body shakes, he tends to avoid conflict unless it's battle related.

[meatydog]

T-Rexes hanging out near the water because summer is hot af :)

[svtskneecaps]

doomposting this sadness that shut up purgatory 1 badboyhalo and lil nas x "star walkin" i'm right

[athousandmorningss]

Idk man my boyfriend wishes me to call him and I'm writing detailed notes in my phone instead. Nightmare woman 😂.

[gggoofiestgoober]

*cracks knuckles*

*opening verse to The Sound of Silence plays on repeat*

[nikidanger]

Chile this 30 day squat & ab challenge is beating my entire ass. My cousins are dragging me to the gym w/ them too??

[vee-is-a-clown]

Nobody talk to me, I am failing miserably to draw Keith and and subsequently having an existential crisis.

[fookinstevienicks]

whew some of the takes i have seen in the tags

you can’t say that men need to work on toxic masculinity and holding themselves and each other accountable while simultaneously calling any portrayal of them *actually doing that* “bad writing because it’s unrealistic” like? do y’all think through what you’re saying or nah?

[takaraphoenix]

Sooo Steph’s dead, huh.

I mean. I knew that. That there’s the whole she’s dead but not really because we retcon that Leslie faked her death which is still really fucked up but honestly it’s a fix compared to Leslie-kills-a-child so like yay for the retcon but still what the fuck. I’m aware of this mess existing.

It’s just... In the greater scheme of non-chronological reading that I’m doing, I didn’t know when this mess would happen. And, apparently, it happened.

I learned about Steph’s death from fucking Slade. Slade taunting Tim about how much he’s lost recently. His dad. Steph. Conner.

And that is such a way of learning about her death. I knew about Tim’s dad (I still don’t understand why that was necessary but that’s its own post), because there was a funeral, there was grief, there was support from the team.

Conner’s death was a whole arc. And a lot of messy grief and dealing/not dealing with it afterward.

Both of these were major events that were shown to have a huge impact on Tim in the Teen Titans. We see him deal with his feelings, or, you know, try hard not to deal with them in the case of Conner.

But Steph’s death was just... not brought up at all? And that’s absolutely wild. Even if she hadn’t been his girlfriend and had just been a fellow team member of the Bat Fam, there should have been a mention. A feeling. A something.

Just. Nothing. Slade’s the one who has to break the news that she apparently died to me, as the audience, because Tim has not had any feels or focus on that at all. And that is absolutely wild to me, especially when I consider the way his dad and Conner - and Tim’s feelings about both those deaths - had been brought into TT.

Why did they disrespect my girl like that...?

[torricalon]

the looks of disgust and irritation from Guin are so good

[decoy-sammy]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens, but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and outside 🕺🏿❤️

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[meatydog]

Haven't posted in a while so I decided to draw and post something finally. I haven't drawn Jacko in a while so I drew her as a cowgirl :3

[theblehthatbloos]

The phrase "I'd follow you to the depths of hell" has a lot of weight until you find mutuals through a post about the original wooper's original art derailing into a maroon 5 that still reblog it years after it's epoch.

Trust is when I reblog a minute-long video and a mutual reblogs it from me ten seconds later, clearly not having watched it first.

Misplaced trust, but trust nonetheless.

[s1eepy-0]

Papa wants to talk to me when he gets home. Oh no.

[dorkszn]

ORDINARY LIFE + logan howlett

“Heaven in her mouth, got a hell of a tongue. I can feel her teeth when I drive on a bump. Fingers lettin' go of the wheel when I cum. Whe-wheel when I cum, whe-wheel when I cum. David Carradine, I'ma die when I cum (die when I cum). She just givin' head, she don't know what I've done.”

male reader, drunk reader but logan is drunk too, drunk driving, oral sex, spanking, the claws come out, cum eating

His thick, metal belt buckle clacks against the center console as you drive over the slightly bumpy, winter roads. His left hand gripping the steering wheel while the other sat in your hair, gently holding a fistful of it. His breaths leave in heavy pants and grunts.

Your mouth full of him as you gag and choke around his cock. His pre and your drunken drool dribbling down his length and your chin, glistening along the veins pulsing on his dick.

“Fucking— god,” Logan groans as your tongue sloppily swirls around his fat, leaking tip. Who knew letting some drunk himbo from the bar in his truck would lead to this? You leaned over the center console, your ass slightly perked up in the air, Logan’s dick in your mouth.

The truck jumps as Logan drives over a bump, causing your teeth to graze his slobbered girth. Another low, guttural moan fell from his lips at the feeling. His hand runs down from your hair and over your spine until he reaches the curve of your ass.

Your back arches a bit more as his hand touches it, feeling his palm hit you through your jeans—the motion almost a praise for the accidental graze. Logan drunkenly smirks slightly as he glances over and sees the way your arch deepened. “Slut,” he comments lowly.

You pull your head up, releasing him from your lips with a sinful pop. “Says you,” you retort, your words slightly slurred. Your lips glimmer in his essence. He glances down at you, his smirk faltering slightly.

“The hell is that supposed to mean— oh shit.” His words fall into a pornographic noise as you drag your tongue over his slit and lewdly suck on his tip. The truck swerves before Logan quickly fixes the wheel, his knuckles turning white as he tightens his hold on it.

“Dognt cheel me, jhackcass,” “Don’t kill me, Jackass” is what you meant to say. But kinda hard to talk when your mouth is stuffed with cock, ain’t it?

“Oh shut up,” Logan mumbles, his hand coming down on your ass again. You let out a choked whine around him, the vibrations of your throat shooting straight to Logan, his hand gently squeezing your ass in response.

You bring your hand up, wrapping it around Logan’s base, and begin pumping him there. Your mouth shifts to kiss and suck at the higher inches of his dick, completely lost in the motion as your intoxicated mind moves on autopilot.

The truck swerves again slightly as Logan’s eyes roll and his teeth press together. His other hand subconsciously grips your belt to stabilize as he straightens the wheel. “Logan, careful,” you grumble at him with a slight whine. “You’re gonna kill me before you even cum.”

“We’ll be fine,” Logan huffs out once he finds his ground again. “Or, well, I’ll be fine.” He adds. You roll your eyes at his words before taking him into your mouth again. It feels like only minutes before the truck is screeching to an abrupt halt.

Logan’s hand tightens around the wheel while the other grabs the plump of your ass through your jeans. His fingers digging into you. His head was slightly thrown back against the seat and his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh fucking Christ—“ his moans fill the truck as his cock pulses on your tongue and he cums down your throat. A sudden, sharp snkit followed his lewd noises.

You can’t see the cause of the noise as you try to focus on breathing and swallowing every white spurt he releases. Though some of it leaks out your messy lips anyway. When his fingers finally let go of your ass a little bit, you slowly pick your head up. Then you catch the cause of the sound.

Three metal claws between his knuckles that glisten in the moonlight shine through the windshield. A smirk covering your wet lips. “That good, huh?” You ask as you look at him. One of his sharp brown eyes opens as he looks at you. Smirking, eyes glassy, lips kiss-swollen, and chin slick.

Logan lets his claws graze over your waist as he pulls his hand back, sending an excited shiver up your spine. His mutation retracts back into his skin as he grabs your chin, swiping up some of his spilled seed. “Shut up and swallow,” he mumbles. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, letting you lick the rest of it off.

Afterward, you sigh softly and settle back into your seat, wiping your skin clean. You watch as Logan puts himself back in his boxers. “You got anything to eat?” You ask him.

“Why, so your breath can smell shittier than it already does?” Logan questions snarkily even though he knows he’d make out with you again a hundred times over.

You scoff, watching as he zips and buttons his jeans again. “No, jackass and your cum taste like the goddamn Indian Ocean,” you shoot back at the man. Logan shoots you a small glare before he presses down on the gas pedal again.

Logan just grumbles under his breath a bit before answering, his eyes on the dark road ahead. He reaches over and pops open the glove compartment and hands you a bag of something. You take it from him with a grin.

“Thanks, Lo,” you hum as you open the bag and begin eating whatever he gave you.

“Yeah, just don’t throw up in my truck,” he says back, giving you a small side eye as he watches you practically stuff your face.

“Heard.” You answer playfully with a stupid grin as you pop more of it past your lips.