#THIS IS FOR ME

[meanderingthistle]

mmmmmm a little zoey/rumi for the soul

[temptresstitania]

bored, mean girl college cheerleader giving a handjob to the loser geek virgin goonette in the private study room. cheerleader looking away, scrolling on their phone, talking a mile a minute about anything and everything but what they're doing.

"yeah, so i think I'm going to go with the pink top tonight. the one that i showed you earlier. you remember, right? i texted it to you this morning."

soft hands stroking her under the table to a steady rhythm. the geek covers her mouth with her hand and nods, thinking about the photo the cheerleader had sent. low cut top with a lacy black bra peeking through, the way it clung tightly to their waist.

"ugh, Taylor keeps asking me what I think about her new boyfriend. I could never understand dating someone like that; he's so boring."

she doesn't even remember who Taylor is. It seems like they're maybe friends? or fake friends? or former roommates? she holds in a gasping moan. the cheerleader's tits are bouncing a little from the jerking motion. it's making their top ride up, enough to just barely see the underwire of their bra.

"should I get the mauve or blush lip? nevermind, it's not like you'd know the difference."

she leans in a little to see. both colors look laughably similar. either one would look great on the cheerleader, though. the image of a trail of light pink kiss marks along the underside of her dick...she thrusts into the cheerleader's hand.

she's taller than them. she could probably overpower them if she tried hard enough. force them to their knees, hook her thumbs in their mouth and hold it open, just slide it in...get them to finally shut up for once. she's sure their throat feels much better than the stroker at home. but maybe that isn't enough.

the cheerleader's pencil skirt is one of those extra tight kinds, short enough that it could pass for a belt. the door to the study room is locked. students rarely come up to this floor.

she could probably tip the cheerleader's chair over, get them on the floor. pull up the skirt...move the thong to the side. always thongs. they may as well ditch underwear altogether at this point.

what a wonderful way to lose it. while they're kicking and thrashing, regretting every passive-aggressive, annoying, vapid thing they've ever said, while their mascara smears and their hair gets mussed by the cheap carpet. it has to be missionary. mating press. she would have to see their face. definitely would have to record it. maybe even post it online later.

the geek leans in even more, contemplating. she's already so close. if she put it in, she'd probably finish after only two or three thrusts.

"are you about to come?" asks the cheerleader, finally looking her way. "you wish you were inside me, don't you?"

she can't take it anymore. she lets out a strained groan. she comes. it gets on the cheerleader's thigh. they roll their eyes and reach in their purse for a napkin. their phone buzzes. it's Taylor.

"oh, my god, heyyy, girl! no i'm not busy, i'm just studying with my tutor...yeah..."

her chest heaves. she swallows, exhales, and then cleans herself up.

next time, she'll go through with it. ❂

[taeraenini]

NCT 127 SEASON’S GREETINGS TRAILER

[siratonin]

TOMMY 💙💙💙

[dirt-and-scrivles]

Quick before Valentine’s Day ends; project my aromanticism onto a character

[endless-ineffabilities]

...while National Anthem plays in the background

[jesus-holding-your-fave]

i am unwell about the new saga of Epic: the musical so

Today, Jesus is holding:

Jorge Rivera-Herrans

[okayigetitifuckedup]

This is exactly how it feels to read the reviews for Lisa Frankenstein from "Top Critics"

[belovasyelena]

no proper hygiene and i don't panic

[scrapsref]

[unhingednobsessive]

excerpt from my tim x reader wip currently just labeled "car guy tim drake" - i have barely edited it so be warned

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Riding in his car was one of their favorite moments. Spending time with Tim was always enjoyable of course, but there was something different about being in his car as he practically flew around. They loved how fast he went and how he’d rest his hand on their thigh. The way he acted as though that was exactly where his hand was supposed to be. 

They looked out the window while resting their head on the back of their seat. Head tipped back with the wind blowing across their face and through their hair. They looked up at the sky before closing their eyes for a few moments, feeling as though they were floating just a little. 

Oh yeah, they adored this. 

Grounding themselves with the weight of Tim’s hand they settled back into their body again, just existing. They let the constant flow of air and Tim be the only thing they focused on. 

Tim switched gears and hit the gas. As it sped up, the car rumbled louder underneath them. They let out a gasp snapping open their eyes at the sudden change. It always stole their breath away when the car changed to expose how much more of a beast it was. A beast that he easily had total control over.

They breathed heavily, their heart pounding out of their chest. The adrenaline rush always caused them to feel a bit lightheaded. Either from the air flow changing or the speed itself, it felt almost like the air around them was being sucked away.

Of course, it couldn't last forever and seemingly all too quickly, Tim switched gears again allowing the beautiful beast to return to a more normal state. 

[mint-yooxgi]

Honestly though, guys...

I can't tell you enough how therapeutic it's been to write a completely self indulgent fic that's more than likely never going to see the light of day. Things have been rough the past few months given everything going on, and it's served as a great pick-me-up to write.

So here's the sign you're looking for! Go ahead! Write that self-indulgent fic you've always envisioned! Be shameless about it!!

Have fun and just enjoy yourself, life is too short to confine yourself to a box and worry about what others may think. What matters is you and your own happiness, and sometimes, you've got to create a fun little escape yourself.

[johnnyspells]

[cthaehart]

Priest Mencken and Nun Gerri🧎

[bunbunbunni]

These Galaxies are getting a lil Gendafluid, good for them good for them- Rocket probably