#I need it more than oxygen

[tokensonsaturn]

MY BABY MY BABY MY BABY MY MABY MY BABY MY BABY MY BAY MSYDBDHSJSHSNSSBHDEUVDWBUEUBD3JEDB

[stanchett]

I won’t rest until I see photos of them together..

[numberonemisandrist]

guys where’s the art of england in gray sweatpants

[singulariities]

Cowboy Kepler x Pirate Jacobi

[feuillant]

well revolutionaries could live without food, but I can't so gimme some les amis barricade fanfics

[allthepandasintheworld]

last one before work,,, im so unhinged about the jackets i feel like it rewired my brain chemistry somehow

[spencerreidsslvt]

AGHHHH I WANT HIM SO BADDDDDD😅😅😅😅

[slytherinslut0]

craving rushed sex with tom. i’m talking we-have-to-leave-in-fifteen-minutes but i need you now sex. i’m talking ripping and clawing at eachother because you want as much of the other in as little time as possible sex. i’m talking shoving his fingers in your mouth to wet them before sliding them down your pants, swirling your clit as you palm his dick to get eachother ready sex. i’m talking tongue in eachothers mouths sex. im talking heavy breathing through your noses sex. im talking swallowed moans sex. i’m talking tom can’t wait anymore so he turns you around, pulls your pants down to your mid thighs and bends you over until he can press in and stretch you wide sex. i’m talking hand around your throat, fevered thrusting, deep grunting sex. i’m talking about god your pussy feels so good i just needed these few minutes sex.

[killaura]

that was horrible. my chem fan class action lawsuit when

[eevees-hobbies]

CW: NSFW - Minors Do Not Interact. No Nut November thirst/drabble (?), mention of Shoei not caring if you want it so dubcon to be safe, but we all know you do, creampie, getting fucked silly.

Barou observes No Nut November by creaming in every single one of your holes for the entire month. That’s right, for 30 days, Barou bends you over, splits you apart, forces you onto your knees, and floods you with thick, warm loads of his cum.

He doesn’t really care which hole if we’re being honest or if you’re even ready to receive it because you’re damn sure gonna take it. 

“What the fuck were you on about?”

“N-no Nut November!” You whine as he fucks you into the mattress, so rough that his pelvis pounding against your ass is leaving you raw and red. He’s using you like a fleshlight, chasing the pleasure that only your tight, sopping-wet cunt can give him as he bottoms out to the hilt over and over.

“Christ sake..No Nut November, huh? And how am I doin’?” He growls into your ear as he floods your womb with endless hot spurts for the umpteenth time that night.

"Nnnngh! F-fuuuuck!" A pleased whimper leaves your throat as your eyes roll back, and drool collects at the corner of your mouth. Yeah, you’re exhausted, but you’re also being fucked so silly that your brain is starting to numb and grow dumb from his dick—just how you both like it. 

“I-it’s only the f-first of the month!” You moan into the pillow as you feel his hips begin to piston forward, bullying your sensitive cervix as his cum squelches and pools out of your pussy from the sheer volume of your creampie.

“Well, shit,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Guess I fucking failed at something for once.”

@rindous-starlight @interstellar-inn @pixelcafe-network

Comments & reblogs always appreciated

[handle-all-of-this-aesthetic]

✨HazbinHotel Episode 5 ‘Happy Ending’ Epilogue Pt.2✨

We’re slowly getting somewhere… 📻

Part 3 (The Final Part) coming soon!🙌

If you enjoy it, please leave a comment and let me know what you think!🙏

✨You can read Part 1 here!✨

[tokensonsaturn]

I NEED JEFF SATUR VILLAIN ROLE. YES KIMHAN WAS IN THE MAFIA BUT HE WASNT A VILLAIN

[iandarling]

The universe is funny when it comes to timing.

Because of course it happens the one day a month Lip and Tami go to couples therapy, which happens to coincide perfectly with Ian’s new wish of doing a cycling class once a week. Somehow the fucking stars aligned perfectly or whatever, and none of them have their phones turned on. So Mickey gets the call.

Freddie fell from the monkey bars and broke his arm.

He’s at home when the phone rings. A frantic teacher is in the ambulance with the crying five year old. She couldn’t get a hold of his parents, so she tried his other emergency contacts. Ian didn’t pick up, but Mickey was listed at his spouse so she tried him.

“Can you meet us at the hospital?” She asks, while trying to soothe the crying child. Freddie seemed to be hysterical.

“Yeah, course- hey put him on so I can talk to him” Mickey answers, already outta the door and on his way down to the garage. He’s no baby talker like Ian, but he sure knows something about broken bones.

“Uh hey Fredster, it’s me -“

“Uncle Mickey?!” Fred interrupts him with a hiccup, crying.

“Yeah, look you’re safe in the ambulance bud and I’m on my to the hospital now. Just…sit tight and listen to the grown ups ok? Hand the phone to your teacher, I need t’know what hospital you’re going to”

Getting to the car to drive to the emergency room, Mickey tried once again to call Ian. Maybe he just didn’t pick up because he didn’t recognise the teacher lady’s phone number. Ian doesn’t fucking pick up.

That means he’s doing this alone. Fuck.

Mickey considers calling Debbie, but he also knows she’s been busy lately with the Rich-And-Definitely-Closeted-Housewife wanting her bathroom tiles replaced, and if he calls to interrupt Debbie now she will skin him alive. She needs the money and he can respect that. Even if that means tackling a crying five year old on his own. Fuck.

Traffic is not bad today so he gets to the emergency room a few minutes after the ambulance. White overhead lights shine bright, the sterile chemical scent is overwhelming, and he walks past several bloody teens on his way to the receptionist, who smiles at him “Hi, how may I help you today?”

“Got a call about my nephew coming in with a broken arm. Fred Gallagher, five years old and uhh” Mickey stammers out, suddenly a little nervous. He fucking hates hospitals, and he especially hates talking to strangers.

“Uncle Mickey!!” A little voice shouts from across the room. Mickey looks up and to the left where he sees his nephew in a chair inside a cubicle looking room. A woman is sitting with him. Probably his teacher.

Without explaining to the (probably perfectly lovely) receptionist, Mickey walks away and hurries towards the crying boy. Freddie is getting out of the chair to meet him halfway, hot tears running down his red face, his arm is in a sling.

“Hey kiddo” He says as he picks him up. Suddenly he’s struck by how tiny he seems compared to his usual self- shit has Freddie always been this small? His legs wrap around Mickeys waist as he hides his face in his uncles chest. Gently rubbing his back like he’s seen Ian do so many times, Mickey tries to shush him.

“Thank you for coming so quickly.” The teacher is thankful, and looks to be calming down now that Mickey has arrived. She’s young, probably fresh outta teacher school or something, and it’s clearly her first broken bone incident. Mickey smiles at her “No worries, I had nothing better to do today”

A nurse enters their room as well as the receptionist. He didn’t fill out the visitors form, and since he’s here maybe he can help fill out the intake form for little Freddie too? The receptionist hold the papers as he fills out the information with one hand.

“Name, age, address yeah yeah, relationship to the patient - uncle”

“Favourite uncle” Freddie whispers.

Smirking, Mickey adds it to the form “relationship to the patient- favourite uncle”. The receptionist giggles.

Ok, so maybe this isn’t as bad as he feared. He can do this.

After the forms are all filled out he sits down on the bed, Freddie now in his lap. The child is still crying but quieter now. Tiny hands grip at his jacket. “He get any painkillers or something?” He asks the teacher, whose name he still didn’t know.

They gave him something in the ambulance she tells him, but the shock is still there so he’s not entirely calm yet. They will give him more meds now that a family member is there to approve it. “Hear that kid? You’re gonna get the good stuff” Mickey tries to joke with him. Freddie doesn’t get it but he seems to be calming down now that his uncle is here.

The same nurse comes back in telling him they need to take pictures of the arm to ascertain the break and how bad it is. Mickey carries him down the hallway to a new room further down the hallway. Freddie is no longer crying hysterically, but he’s clearly in pain and scared. Mickey keeps rubbing his back as it seems to help.

The arm is definitely broken. Apparently it’s a small break so it will be easier to heal. They’re taken into another room where Freddie will get his arm set in a cast. A second nurse comes and gives him more painkillers. He starts to smile now. He’s excited about getting a cast.

“And we can draw on it!” Freddie tells his uncle excitingly. The pain is long forgotten and he’s talking happily to everyone now. “Can you draw me a lion uncle Mickey?”

Mickey has never drawn a lion before but sure how fucking hard can it be. It’s just a big cat right? “Sure bud, but uh we should wait until the cast is dry before I can draw on it”

The nurse smiles as she continues to work on the little boys arm.

Mickey snaps a picture of Freddie, sitting pretty on the hospital bed with his arm on the table. The nurse working on his cast smiles for the picture too. He sends it to the family group chat- hopefully someone else can show up soon. “Kids first broken bone” he texts.

Liam sends a flurry of texts back asking if Freddie is okay. Carl responds with a thumbs up.

Finally, after almost an hour at the emergency room, Tami calls him. They have to turn their phones off at the therapist, something about being fully tuned in or whatever. She’s almost more hysterical than Freddie was an hour ago.

“Ey ey; listen Tams I got him ‘alright? He’s good, getting his cast done as we speak. He’s fucking smiling and all” Mickey tries to calm her down, but it’s not easy. Lip takes over the phone.

“We’re on our way now, Mick. Please let him know and uh, maybe send another picture of him, Tami is really freaked out”. Mickey can tell Lip is just as freaked out as his girlfriend but decided this is not the time to make fun of him.

Mickey turns to Freddie, camera ready. “Hey little man, smile for me. Your mom wants proof of life”. Freddie smiles brighter than the sun. He looks so much like Lip it’s uncanny. The same crooked nose, those damn cheekbones and dirty blond curls. If he hadn’t been so damn cute Mickey would’ve almost felt sorry for him.

“So your mom and dad will be here soon, kid”

As they wait for the kids parents to show up, Fred compiles a whole laundry list of things he wants his uncle to draw on his cast. A lion, a monster truck, a dinosaur, and his house. Mickey has no idea how to draw any of those things, but he’s sure as fuck gonna try. He nods and promises to do his best.

Mickey feels like he is fucking nailing this uncle thing. Who knew?

Liam arrives at the same time as Lip and Tami. He had hopped on the L once he heard of Freddie’s accident.

Tami runs in looking frantically around for her son, Lip right behind her. “Oh thank god!” She screams as she lays eyes on him, kissing every square inch of his face. Fred giggles and Lip lets out a heavy sigh. His son is fine.

“Hey, thanks Mick” Lip claps him on the shoulder in that brotherly way he’s come to expect from him.

“Course, no problem”

It’s not until an hour and a half later that Ian finally turns on his phone.

Asshole

[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

“you could have picked me” STOP. STOP. STOP IT RN. this sapphic musical is driving me crazyyy 😭😭😭

[pintshipper]

my pathetic girlfriend who i am very sane about

[waddingham]

HANNAH WADDINGHAM getting ready for the SAG Awards (2024)