#Nothing

[messingwithmoony]

"My best friend Michael - his dad was a big drinker, so he hated all that stuff. Parties, too."

"And where is Michael tonight?"

"Oh, he shot himself last May. Kinda wish he'd left a note, you know what i mean?"

Barty Crouch Jr, talking about Reg (in a Non-Magic AU where Reg felt like it was the only way that he could escape Grimmauld completely unscathed.)

[drgnflyteabox]

Soapgaz x fem!reader / internalized homophobia, alcohol mention, threesome, somewhat dubcon ish, mdni, pining

Soapgaz who’ve worked as ranchers all summer, who’ve been ignoring the budding feelings between them— the touches, the lingering moments. Drinking together late at night and only separating reluctantly, feeling the ache of their cocks through their boxers, knowing they’re both staring up at the ceiling denying themselves connection in separate rooms.

Soap, with his catholic guilt and Gaz, who’s been trying to prove himself for the longest time. Who’s got an idea about masculinity that he’s struggling with, a twisted sort of identity crisis he hasn’t figured out yet. He looks up to their boss, Price, but also feels an attraction to him that he’s doubly confused about. He knows his sisters would accept him, but there’s the issue of accepting himself that’s a whole different beast.

It develops very quickly on their last night together, sat at the bar side by side, with the pretty small town waitress serving them their beers. It starts as a game, a flirting kind of taunting, to see who can say the most outrageous thing and get away with it. Which can make her fumble, trip up, make those pretty eyes widen. You’re not totally aware of the tension between them, but there is something in the way that they one-up each other that gives you a glimpse into their dynamic; dogs gnashing their teeth at each other, whining for love and unable to accept it so they bite.

When they convince you to follow them back to their motel for the night, you’re excited about Soap’s promise— save a horse, ride a cowboy and all that. There isn’t much opportunity to screw around in this town, anyway, and they seem especially pent up.

The sex, too, is competition. You’re overwhelmed quickly as they fight to make you come, four hands and twenty fingers and your cunt walk into a bar. Your clit says, I’ve had enough!

Sure enough, it’s hardly about you. You’re laid out and panting, shaking, yes, but they’ve only got eyes for each other. Kissing with tongue under the guise of eating you out at the same time, touching each other in what seems to be perfunctory manner but there’s something underneath; Gaz adjusting Soap’s hips as he fucks you, Soap guiding Gaz’s cock into your mouth.

Sure enough you wake up the next morning and they’re tangled in each other, Soap drooling onto Gaz’s shoulder. If you knew them better, you’d take a picture. Tease them. Maybe make them kiss each other the next time you fuck, with Soaps cock down your throat and Gaz pumping away between your legs.

If there’s a next time, that is.

[faezelfox]

“You were not born with venom in your veins.”

Art by me, based off of a cosplay by steelseamstress_cosplay (IG) and nerdishcosplay (IG)

[smiledog15578]

How it feels to like a character so much but there's no new art or photos of them so you're just checking the tags like a mad man thinking there's gonna be something

[buthappysoverrated]

you BOOP miette? you BOOP her head with you paws? oh! oh! love for mutual! love for mutual for One Thousand Years!!!!

[staff]

Tumblr Tuesday: National Nothing Day

That's it. That's the post.

[cupcakeslushie]

Just a silly, rushed thing 😅

[hellsgate-roadhouse]

[shotmrmiller]

there is no platonic anything with this

[gravegoer]

boaf.

[gyokusai]

Time Source: Calvin & Hobbes by Bill Watterson.

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Nosferatu (Robert Eggers, 2024)

[shisasan]

September 22, 1917 The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[oceano-de-letras]

Me consumía. Perderte me consumía día tras día.

Babi PM

[buthappysoverrated]

would you look at this. absurdly beautiful woman.