#I hate this fucking club

[reisspieces]

silly fc

[blackmetalbats]

silly little supernatural people love these thingies so i made a few last one is a little treat mostly for me because i love them lol

[finnflann]

This Came To Me in a vision at One AM

[bambiiaangel]

omg she looks so gorg in this ⋆ 𐙚 ‧₊ ✮ ˚ ⋅

[blindbisexualgoose]

You guys don’t understand…. Amerie never got the letter

[bagelb0nes]

[antimisery-core]

“The writers” this and “the writers” that. No! The real problem with Supernatural is the motherfucker who decided to circumcise Cas’ trench coat halfway through the damn show.

[w3brot]

[kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick]

Kilgharrah doesn't wear pants because they'd be on fire

@eowynlyra you inspired this

[pisces-swirlix]

after my first #netflixhate post, i spent weeks and weeks gathering data on other incidents. and now, after having just seen a post about midnight club, the circle is finally complete.

btw i will continue gathering these and my next one is gonna be a picture of julius caesar (netflix) getting stabbed 23 times by his own council members (the ghosts of Netflix Originals past)

[tizzymcwizzy]

ladies and gentlemen and nonbinaries, i present to you, however unsurprisingly, yet another blonde man

[kanakori]

a value study of the narrator

[cautionwetfloor-png]

Doodle request : Could you draw Torisai?

Also how are you today?

hiya fish!! im doing as good as i can. this week has been a bit hellish but,..... yours truly isnt dead yet, so its a win for me. thank you for asking!!

i hope this counts as torisai.. i think it being one sided is so funny ... just in case though a little bonus <3

[tsumikifey]

anya musume, mother daughter

color and alternative ver under the cut :3

[cannibalvampir3]

I don't usually put my drawings here, but Twitter suspended my account.

I love pete dinunzio

jjajapetemarihuano

[becca-e-barnes]

Thinking so much about clingy, mutually possessive, filthy sex and how much I just need that rn

The kind of sex where you and Bucky just can't feel close enough to each other. You physically can't get any closer than you are, his thick cock buried so deep inside you but you still need more of him. He has nothing left to give you and you're glad because if he was any longer, you wouldn't be able to take the rest.

You're panting against his neck, whining out your frustration each time he slides home into your warm, wet body. His own groans are low, rumbling from his throat and hanging in the humid air of the bedroom you share.

"You know I can't fucking resist you. I can't." Bucky moans, grasping one of your wrists, guiding it between your bodies, encouraging you to play with yourself while he fucks you.

"I can't say no to you. Fuck, I'm yours." You hardly hear what he's saying over the obscene, wet sounds of your body accommodating his.

Your fingertips rub against your slick clit and the sensation is almost too much. "You're mine." You whine against his neck, using your free hand to claw at his back, driving him impossibly closer to you.

There's something reassuring about the feeling of his skin on yours. It's hot and sweaty but it's so comforting being naked with him, enjoying the pleasure of each others' bodies. You don't feel vulnerable communicating your pleasure to him; you feel understood.

"I am." He groans, eyes fluttering shut, lost in the way your body clings to him. "All yours. And you're mine, aren't you? My good girl."

It's a relentless build up, each stroke taking you a little further than the last and at some point, the band just has to snap.

"I am." You whine, barely able to manage any more words than that.

"You feel like Heaven. You were made for me. This warm, tight little pussy fits me perfectly." His body still isn't close enough to you, not that there's any way you could physically feel more of him.

"You take me so well, you know that? You take every drop of cum and you still beg me for more. Fuckin' love it." Just the very mention of Bucky pumping his release into you makes your walls flutter, dreaming of the feeling of his thick load shooting into you.

"I can't last like this." You hear him mutter and you're almost glad because you're not far off either. "Can't last when I can see that pretty face." His eyes meet yours and he pulls you in for a kiss that stifles your moans for a few seconds.

"Bucky, please." You groan when he pulls back, rubbing yourself just a little too quickly now that you've gotten desperate.

"Go on sweetheart, let me feel you cum for me." It only takes a few more strokes for your high to take over, pleasure rippling through you in a way that leaves your legs shaking.

You almost miss the start of Bucky's release, given how distracted you are by your own but the unmistakable throbbing of him inside you tells you he's reached his own peak if his moans didn't give it away.