#also hello theme!!!

[wreckedandpolemic]

paris, again - george daniel & matty healy

(mdni) hahaha heyy i wasnt sweating and shaking writing this at all what do u mean...

warnings: 18+, drinking, threesome (m/m/f), light dom/sub, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), light degradation, cumplay, overstimulation, literally pure unadulterated filth

You're waiting for George to come to you — he always does. He taps on your door, carrying a bottle of wine as an excuse. You lead him out to the balcony for a smoke, taking turns to swig the wine straight from the bottle, unrefined and classless in a way you never get to be anymore. It’s a sweltering July night, the heat and the alcohol blanket burning you up. Just senseless enough, you pull off your dress and let it puddle at your feet, the warm air kissing sweetly at your bare skin. George’s gaze is heavy as it roams over your body, lingering on your tits for a long moment.

“Such a tease,” he murmurs fondly, heat sparking under your skin where his fingers brush yours as he grabs the wine.

You raise an eyebrow in challenge, crushing what remains of your cigarette under your boot. “You gonna do something about it?”

He smirks, crowding you against the wall and taking a handful of your ass. “Out here? Dirty, dirty girl,” he grins. 

You shake your head, the brick grating against your back, and sling your arms over his shoulder. “So needy,” you murmur against his lips. “Wanna fuck me here, huh? Wanna have me on your cock for the world to see?” His eyes blow wide, the fantasy playing out plainly on his face. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you echo, leading him back into your room.

Your lips crash together, hot and slick and messy as you stumble to the bed, fingers fumbling with the buttons and buckles of his clothes until he’s gorgeously naked against you. You wrap a hand around his dripping cock, pumping it slowly and savouring his low moan. George’s warm hand slides up your back to unhook your bra, groaning as you press your bare chest against his. His hand creeps up to grab a handful of your tit, flesh spilling out over his fingers as they splay over your skin.

His cock presses insistently against your clothed cunt, your body begging for him; arousal pools in your belly and drips between your thighs. Tipping your head back invitingly, you roll your hips against his with a moan. He drops his head to mouth at your pulse point, littering your neck with bruising kisses, dull points of pain melting into desire that throbs sickly in your belly.

You slip out of your panties and climb onto the bed, kneeling to show off your dripping cunt. His hungry gaze burns into your skin as he strokes the flesh of your ass, then delivers an unexpected, stinging slap. Sweet pleasure-pain ripples through you, hips bucking and desperate cunt clenching around nothing. “Come on, George, please,” you moan. His cock presses insistently against your entrance, hot and hard between your legs. “Fuck me,” you whine, desperation flooding your senses.

“So sweet,” he murmurs, bending down to kiss softly at your back. His calloused fingers brush at your clit, slow circles sending waves of pleasure spilling over you. “You moan so pretty, baby.”

He lines his cock up with your hole, filling you in one fluid movement. “Fuck, you feel so good,” you gasp, clenching your cunt around him as he fucks into you at a glorious pace. Ecstasy floods your body, delicious pressure building between your legs as his fingers work over your clit and his hips slam against yours.

“Love this sweet cunt so much, angel,” George murmurs, drool pooling in your mouth as your hands fist in the sheets. A string of moans falls from your lips, pitchy and breathless and wanton, his pace glorious torture that you want to drown in.

Your door opens. The soft click is impossibly loud, somehow audible above the obscene sounds filling your room. “Hey, love, have you seen–” The sentence ends abruptly with a choked-off gasp. Matty stands frozen in your doorway, jaw slack and eyes darting around as if he doesn’t know where to look. George stills behind you, blunt nails digging tensely into your hips, the pain still sweet enough to cloud your mind.

Matty’s gaze has landed on you, weighted with heat, neither of you able to tear your gaze from the other. You watch him swallow thickly, watch his thoughts race temptingly across his face, the expression he wears some tantalising mix of lust and horror. A smile plays on your lips, the shock fading as a flicker of a thought roots into a fantasy in your desire-slick mind.

Matty starts to turn away, stammering out a mortified apology before you call out his name. “Mat-ty,” you repeat, sing-song. You look over your shoulder at George, eyes wide with faux-innocence. “You don’t mind if he joins us, do you?” you ask, batting your eyelashes and clenching your cunt around him. Still semi-frozen, George shakes his head mutely. “No? Good. God, I think I had a dream that started like this.” You lick your lips and smirk at Matty. “C’mere, pretty boy. You’re overdressed.”

Your words spur them both back into action, George thrusting deep inside you as Matty’s hands fly to the hem of his shirt, tossing it away as he steps cautiously towards you. His eyes are blown wide, disbelieving and lustful, and your gaze drops to the outline of his cock in his jeans. Involuntarily, your mouth drops open in a silent plea, cunt clenching at the thought of being fucked in two holes at once. George groans above you. “God, she’s fuckin’ squeezing me so tight, Matty. You want his cock in your mouth that bad, baby?” The moan you let out is nothing short of pathetic. “Such a slut.”

You grin up at Matty, his hands trembling as they work at the buckle of his jeans. “Yeah, ‘m a slut,” you moan. “Want you to cum in my mouth so bad, Matty. Thought about this so much.” Matty palms his cock through his boxers, groaning softly as you part your lips suggestively.

You rock your hips back against George, liquid pleasure rushing in your veins as he strikes that perfect, mind-melting spot inside you. “You look so gorgeous, love,” Matty murmurs adoringly, tapping his flushed, dripping cock against your lips. The salt of him fills your mouth as you lick over the head of his cock, his hips stuttering as he fights not to thrust into your mouth. “So pretty on your hands and knees.” He crooks two fingers under your jaw, lifting your head to meet his eyes, lust-blown pupils tracking over your flushed skin. “You taking care of her, mate?” He throws the question over your head to George, who grins.

“Yeah,” George chuckles, “She’s so fucking sweet. Pretty little slut just can’t get enough. You should hear her scream when she’s falling apart on my dick.” 

“Mattyyy,” you whine. “Please,” He tucks your hair behind your ear without looking at you.

“We aren’t talking to you, pretty girl,” Matty says, syrupy-sweet condescension setting your mind spinning, pleasure and pain twining together, spreading from your sore cunt and settling heady in your limbs. “God, I wanna fuck her mouth.” You shudder, anticipation thrilling up your spine, pain sparking as George pinches your clit harshly. “Can I?” He must see permission in George’s face — his cock falls on your waiting tongue, a moan tearing free from the back of your throat as you close your lips around him. Matty moans, threading a hand in your hair, surprisingly gentle.

You’re dizzy, set adrift, your body only existing where they touch you. Tears pool in your eyes, euphoria fighting to overwhelm you as Matty matches George’s pace. The pair of them are so perfectly in sync, their uncanny ability to understand each other without words weaponised against you. Matty’s cock hits the back of your throat and you swallow a gag, moaning around him as George strikes inside you perfectly. Your sanity is hanging by a thread, fraying torturously with every moan, every thrust, every circle over your clit.

“Look at her,” George murmurs adoringly. “She loves this. Pretty slut getting off on getting fucked in two holes at once. So wet for us, yeah?”

Your answering moan comes out garbled around Matty’s cock. “Are you close, darling?” Matty asks, hips bucking uncontrollably against your face. Your cunt clenches around George. You dangle wildly at the precipice, every thrust bringing you closer and closer. Finally, gloriously, you snap, whining and writhing as much as you can against the two men holding you in place. Ecstasy spills over you in waves, buffeted by the continued, deep thrusts into you. You’re boneless, barely able to hold yourself up, caught in a tide of fathomless pleasure, moaning incoherently as you come and come for what feels like an impossibly long time.

George groans above you, cock pulsing as he cums, painting your insides deliciously. He pulls out with an obscene sound, cum dripping down your sweat-soaked thighs. You feel the loss in your cunt like a physical ache, clenching wantonly around nothing. “Oh, baby,” George croons. “That greedy cunt still wants more, huh?”

Your slow-moving mind turns laboriously, fighting to pluck the meaning from his words. You release Matty’s cock with a slick pop, a grin creeping slowly across your lips. He watches, transfixed, as you grin up at him. “Fuck me,” you whisper, watching his cock twitch as he gasps.

Matty catches George’s eye, a filthy smirk spreading across his face. “You want that, baby?” You nod wildly, your entire body aflame with desperation. “Such a slut,” he murmurs fondly.

You turn your heavy gaze on George over your shoulder. “Wanna know what we taste like together,” you say, and he groans thickly, swiping two fingers over your messy hole, a burst of pleasure swelling as he brushes over your swollen clit. Your heartbeat kicks wildly in your cunt as George brings his fingers to your lips and you suck obediently, the combined tastes of all of you driving you wild. “Tastes so fucking good,” you groan, the bed dipping as Matty kneels behind you.

George watches, gaze hot and lust-thickened, amplifying every sensation that rolls fiercely through your body. Your arms give out, weak from holding yourself up through your earth-shattering orgasm, and you drop to press your face against the mattress. Matty’s cock presses against your hole and you whine, hips rolling against him. “Don’t tease her,” George says, low voice a warning that Matty heeds, thrusting into you divinely.

The sound is pornographic, his cock wet with your saliva, your cunt soaked with your arousal and George’s cum. His thrusts are erratic, desperate. He’s close already, fucking into you chaotically. You grip the sheets, your mouth now freed to moan and cry out as his hips meet yours over and over. The new angle of your hips is heavenly, molten pleasure spreading from your oversensitive cunt, your head swimming with it. “You feel so fucking good, darling,” Matty gasps. “So fucking good, fuck. Wanna cum inside you,” he groans. “Wanna fill up that pretty cunt so bad. I– fuck!” he cries. Without warning, he’s spilling inside you, fucking you through, cum dripping lewdly down your thighs. Matty pulls out, leaving you painfully empty again, and drags his fingers over your sore, abused cunt.

Eyelids heavy, you lift your head to watch Matty suck the cum off his fingers, moaning exaggeratedly. “Taste good?” George asks, and you remember abruptly that he just watched his best friend cum inside you.

“God, yeah,” Matty murmurs reverently. “Want to try?” he adds, collecting more of the slick mess that’s dripping out of you and beginning to pool on the mattress. You whine as he brushes your clit, and he shushes you condescendingly. Almost too fast for you to process, George surges forward over you, gripping Matty’s hair and pulling him in for a bruising kiss.

Their tongues slide together for a gloriously long moment, your hand creeping to your clit as you watch, not entirely sure your dazed, lust-sick mind hasn’t conjured up a carnal hallucination. They pull apart, a string of saliva briefly connecting their lips, and you whine. “Fuck,” George moans, breathing hard. 

Matty looks down at the mess of you, your skin flushed and sweaty, raw desire scrambling all of your senses. “Don’t worry, sweet girl,” he says, stroking your back and the curve of your ass. “Not done with you yet.” You moan, thrilled but listless, as Matty flips you onto your back, resting you gently against the pillows. Dampness soaks into your back, your sticky mess pressing against your skin. George falls next to you, catching your lips in a deep kiss, the taste of all of you overwhelming on his tongue. You jolt in surprise as Matty presses a wet kiss to your lower belly, then licks a broad stripe over your soaked, dripping cunt. A bolt of sharp pleasure-pain strikes you as he flicks his tongue over your oversensitive clit, and you whine into George’s mouth. “Gonna get you all cleaned up, darling,” Matty promises against your cunt, lapping at you hungrily.

You writhe in George’s arms, bruised lips insistent against his. Your thoughts spin incoherently, falling languidly from your head as Matty sucks gently on your clit. Your vision burns white, heartbeat pulsing in your cunt, your limbs detached and floating. “Fuck,” you whimper into George’s mouth, feeling him grin against your lips as your eyes flutter shut.

“Sensitive?” George murmurs teasingly, one of his big hands coming up to play with your tit, thumbing over the peaked bud of your nipple. Matty’s fingers dig into your thighs, infinite sensation rolling over you, lewd sounds echoing as he fills you with his tongue, fucking their cum deep into your cunt. 

Your hips roll against Matty’s face, bursts of heat licking up your spine as you grind your clit against his nose, panting desperately. Pressure mounts between your thighs, slick, hot pleasure coursing through you. “Gonna come, darling?” Matty murmurs against your cunt, his words vibrating gloriously against your soaked, trembling body.

“Yeah,” you pant. “‘M so close, Matty, fuck.” A string of obscenities garbled around breathy moans falls from your lips, George swallowing them hungrily. Ecstasy balls into a fist in your belly, slamming into you all at once and knocking the wind out of you. A scream tears its way out of your throat, raw and scratching, as your orgasm burns through you, melting you into goo that sticks you to the mattress. George’s tongue sweeps your mouth, Matty’s burying itself in your cunt, your body pinned still under the crushing pleasure. Tethered to your body by a flimsy thread, you’re dimly aware of Matty pulling away from you and crawling up your body.

George nudges you. “Open up, angel.” Eyes still closed, you obey, letting Matty spit on your waiting tongue. You swallow dutifully, the taste of you and Matty and George sliding filthy down your throat. George grabs your jaw, kissing you fiercely, licking your taste out of your mouth and gasping against your lips. “Say thank you, sweet girl.”

“Thank you,” you murmur. “Made me feel s’good. Both of you,” you add, burying yourself into George’s side, suddenly bone-deep tired. You’re swollen, sore and aching all over, sated to your very core. Matty presses a soft kiss to your temple and sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

You can practically hear the look George fixes him with, stilling Matty before he stands. “Mate. Don’t be an idiot. Come back here.” He doesn’t even pretend to protest, curling up behind you and draping a comforting arm over your waist. His heartbeat thumps soothingly at your back, lulling your eyes shut as you tuck your head into George’s neck.

n a minute, you know George will get up, go to clean you up, brush the tangles out of your sweaty mess of hair. But, for now, you let yourself relax, untethered from everything but the warm bodies beside you, nestling into the safety of their arms.

[pondhue]

“Hello, Dad. Come and play with us. Come and play with us, Dad. Forever... and ever... and ever...”

[crescentfool]

reunion 🌸

[hdusa]

what should my season 7 skin be I’m lowkey clueless 😭

[sadie-shrimp]

I like to think that he secretly loves hello kitty and pink and cutesy things and his room is frilly and cutesy but it’s off limits so no one sees it

[s0fter-sin]

ghost who was chemically castrated by roba and soap who wants to help him to regain his sexual autonomy

nsfw, angst, roba, unnegotiated unsafe but consensual gun play, hopeful ending

💀🧼

ghost walks like it hangs low.

there’s a tilt to his hips and a spread in his thighs and johnny’s never been able to stop staring.

and ghost’s never asked him to.

he knows he’s seen him; he’s not exactly discreet. he swears he’s even seen him cock his hips out before to give him a better view. but he always pulls back just as they toe the line; verbal cold water on the tentative heat they almost can’t help but spark when they’re together.

it’s never a no; johnny’s not so selfish of a cunt that he’d push when he knows he isn’t welcome. it’s always a reluctance; an “i wish i could,” never in so many words. an open ended “but…” as ghost circles the reason without ever actually saying it. johnny knows it’s something personal, something more than a difference in rank could ever excuse.

so he backs off when ghost does, jokes instead of flirts and holds his breath through the agonising wait until ghost lets him in close again. waits to know if he’ll let him close again.

it’s almost anticlimactic, the end of their dance; his delicate steps and looping logic to work out why bulldozed as ghost comes out and says one random night, “i can’t fuck.”

it’s not bitter. it doesn’t grate coming out of his throat; he doesn’t spit it like it’s something to be ashamed, not twisted with insecurity as if it’s an accusation by an ex.

it’s a statement of fact.

“you can’t fuck,” johnny echoes anyway because even if it is the reason, the big why… it still doesn’t really answer anything.

“i can’t get it up,” he elaborates, this horrid blankness in his eyes like he’s reading from a script. “whatever you’re looking for, whatever you want- i can’t give it to you.”

johnny just looks at him, the chill air prickling his skin. “right,” he nods calmly. “because my interest in you starts and ends with your dick.”

that blank calm shatters. “johnny…” he warns.

“do you really think i’m that shallow?” he cuts in, curing himself for the way his voice breaks but he never thought ghost would think so low of him; that this whole time, ghost’s thought that’s the only thing he wants from him. “like i’d take you for a ride ‘n just drop you?”

“there’s a difference between not gettin’ it for one night and never gettin’ it at all,” ghost growls, turning his back on him to lean against the edge of the roof. his shoulders heave and the anger seeps from him in one long breath. “it’s not a hitch, johnny. not a performance issue or ptsd or whatever the fuck you’re thinkin’. it’s permanent. irreversible.”

irreversible.

johnny stops, cold creeping up his limbs and dousing his defensive anger. ghost is many things and when it comes to his words, chief amongst them all is deliberate. he didn’t say it’s unfixable. incurable.

irreversible.

johnny buries his selfish hurt and scuffs his boots, an unobtrusive warning of movement, and comes up beside him; just enough distance between them to catch their breaths. he leans back against the ledge and looks over the opposite side of the roof at the dark sky.

“mexico,” he murmurs. not an accusation. not even really a question but ghost collapses in on himself anyway; sinking into his crossed arms digging into the ledge.

“mexico,” he agrees just as quietly. “‘pparently, roba found it more entertaining to let me keep it but- cut the cords. more demeaning that way; cock’s gone, at least you don’t feel the urge. don’t have to look at the fuckin’ thing hang there when nothin’ fuckin’ works.

“it’s not ‘bout how i see you, johnny,” ghost promises and it’s almost apologetic. “but you like sex. eventually, you’ll want it. and i can’t give it to you. easier to just… not let it get to that point.”

johnny’s jaw flexes. everything in him wants to reject it, wants to protest that something as trivial as an orgasm is more important to him than ghost.

but he also knows words are useless here.

they stand there looking out into the gathering dark, tense silence hanging between them, and the only thing johnny knows is if he isn’t careful, he could lose the one person he cares about most.

💀🧼

ghost’s been uneasy since his abrupt confession.

he knows it was sudden, borderline cruel to dump his shit on johnny with no warning but he just couldn’t take it anymore; couldn’t take the back and forth when he knew it would never go anywhere, couldn’t take johnny’s hope when he knew he’d have to watch it twist into disgust and pity.

into disappointment.

he figures that’s the end of it; there’ll be no more flirting now, no more staring or heated looks, no more teasing him by spreading his knees out just to see the flash of hunger in his eyes. the control he felt playing with johnny knowing it was welcome, just because he could- he’ll never feel that again. not now that johnny knows the truth.

then he steps into his room to find johnny laying naked on his bed.

he’s not spread out like an offering, not throwing him some cheap sultry glance as he plays with himself. he’s not even hard; his cock limp over the cradle of his balls, his legs bent loosely together, arms under his head as if he’s settling down for the night.

ghost sighs and shuts the door behind him. “johnny…”

“i know,” johnny says and it’s gentle; not cutting him off, just getting his attention. “just… hear me out?”

there’s nothing else to say. there’s nothing johnny can say or do to fix his violated body. but ghost still crosses his arms and leans back against the door like he can anyway.

johnny pushes himself up and off the bed, closing the distance between them but still giving him enough space to breathe; to open the door behind him, to escape.

“i can never know what was taken from you,” he starts and ghost’s fingers dig into his arms. “i can never know what it means to you. and i can never get it back.”

he doesn’t break eye contact and slowly lowers himself to his knees. “but i can give you something else.”

“you?” ghost guesses flatly and as much as it warms his blood, as much as he’s imagined having johnny look up at him just like this… it’s still not enough to offset the sickening swoop in his gut when his cock doesn’t so much as twitch.

“i’m a nice bonus,” johnny purrs but his smile remains gentle. “but i’m not the main event.”

he lifts a hand and ghost readies to smack it away when he reaches for his thigh holster instead of his belt. he flicks the closing strap open and pulls his handgun, his favourite, free.

“you told me you can’t fuck,” he murmurs, popping out the clip. he taps it against the side and loads it back in with a practiced hit with the butt of his palm. “but fucking isn’t all there is.”

“johnny, what…” ghost starts just to cut himself off as johnny thumbs off the safety and loads a round into the chamber.

“you trust me?” johnny asks and it’s as loaded as the gun in his hand.

good then, that ghost knows the answer. “always have.”

johnny’s smile blooms with warmth, with pride, and it chases away any reluctance he could possibly feel. he lets him take his hands in his, wrapping them around the gun with his finger on the trigger guard. he brings the barrel up beside his temple, holding it steady before his hands fall away.

until it’s only ghost between him and a bullet.

johnny’s hands go to his belt, his movements slow enough for ghost to stop him long before he reaches his cock, forever hanging limp in his pants. but he just rubs the muzzle along his temple, almost nuzzling him with the gun as he pulls down his jeans and boxers.

he waits for johnny to take him in hand, maybe try and pantomime a handy, and his hips almost recoil at the thought.

but he doesn’t try to touch him.

instead, he takes his wrist and guides the gun to sit in front of his cock; angling it to follow the same slight curve he has then holds his hands behind his back like he’s standing at attention. he splays his knees wide, sinking deeper and ghost sucks in a harsh breath as johnny ducks under the gun; his eyes locked on his as he curls his tongue under the barrel and brings it into his mouth.

it takes every ounce of will he has to not let his hand shake around the gun as johnny gives it the slowest, messiest blowjob he’s ever seen; slowly rising higher on his knees, guiding the gun up with him as if it’s his cock hardening. his cheeks hollow as he sucks, tongue laving up the barrel and flicking out to play with the muzzle like a cockhead, moaning with every bob of his head until saliva drips off the metal and makes a mess of his chin.

ghost’s never felt so powerful as he does watching johnny hang off the end of his gun; watching his cock harden and drool between his legs without a single touch, knowing he could pull the trigger at any time and johnny would not only let him but he’d thank him.

the thought breaks him from his paralysis, drawing the gun from his lips and johnny immediately stills; rolling his wide eyes up like he’s trying to check on him. ghost pushes every ounce of heat into his gaze and cocks the gun to the side, slowly pushing it back in until johnny’s lips meet the trigger guard.

johnny whines as he fucks his mouth, thrusting his hips along with each long drag like the gun is an extension of his body; almost too rough as tears prick his eyes and his lips redden and bruise but he never asks him to stop; his cock leaking a puddle on the floor beneath him.

“you gonna cum for me, johnny?” ghost croons, holding back a groan when just his voice is enough to make him shiver. “gonna cum with my fucking gun down your throat?”

he gives a broken whimper, as close to an agreement as he can make, and ghost crowds in close. he grips the base of his mohawk, wrenching his head back until his throat is flush to the front of his thigh. johnny lets out a choked cry, eyes rolling back and he doesn’t hold back as he brutally fucks his face; feeling the bulge of his gun in his throat against his leg.

“come on, johnny; you wanna be my good little holster?” he growls and makes sure he’s watching as his finger moves from the guard to the trigger. “then take my fucking load.”

he forces the gun as deep as he can and johnny gags, his shaking body locking up as he cums untouched; painting the floor and ghost’s boot, cock twitching and pulsing hard enough to bump against his belly and leave a string of cum threading from it to his cock.

ghost watches him spasm and moan, his throat convulsing around the gun and a heated knot of satisfaction tightens in his gut; so close to the memory of an orgasm, he’s almost dizzy with it.

johnny slumps forward, his hands slipping from behind his back, and ghost quickly flicks the safety back on and drops to his knees. he slides the gun away and pulls johnny forward to collapse into his chest, taking his weight off his knees; his whole body trembling with aftershocks.

“you’re crazy, johnny,” ghost whispers, awed, and feels him smile against his chest.

“aye,” he agrees, voice raspy from his gun scraping up his throat. “how else am i supposed to prove that i mean it?”

ghost tries not to tense up; tries not to let hope sink its cruel roots into his chest. “mean it?”

johnny pulls back, his cheeks still flushed and sticky with spilled tears. “i’m yours, ghost; in any and every way you’ll have me,” he promises. “sex or no sex. this can never happen again and i’ll still never stop wanting you. it doesn’t matter to me as much as you do. you’re everythin’ to me, ghost. not your body; not what you can give me. just you.”

a knot crowds in his throat. “and you needed to deep throat my pistol to prove that?” he deflects.

and just like always, johnny lets him. “worked, didn’t it?” he winks. “you fucked my brains out.”

ghost rolls his eyes to hide the softness he knows is flooding them and helps johnny up and gets him into his shower; cleaning him of the sweat and cum and spit covering his body.

that ghost covered his body in.

his chest hitches at the reminder as he strips himself down to a single layer and all but falls into bed, tugging johnny in after him when he hesitates just slightly at the edge of the bed; splaying his still naked body over him, sated and loose.

“i really do mean it,” johnny whispers into the crook of his neck sometime later; when their breaths have settled and synced.

ghost sweeps his fingers up and down the length of his spine, skin he’s never seen. skin he now knows every inch of. “i know you do,” he whispers back.

and for once, he thinks it might be enough.

[blackoutbugza]

thinking about babes. everyone say hi babes

og down there👇

butcher vanity i love this somg you guys should listen to it now

[diomedesisthebae]

My fellow employed adult friend and I are going to pay our American dollars to see Superman (2025) a second time because we are both suspicious of how much we believe ourselves to have enjoyed it.

[yakny]

COME ON BABY, DON'T FEAR THE REAPER

[the-moon-pal]

i heard you created 3DS themes!

can we see them?

(if you can't that's fine!)

thanks to ur ask i made myself work on em HJDFHJSDFJFH BUT here they are- idk if they're good yet bc </3 im waiting for my sd card to arrive and to test em on my 3ds.. But at least here are the previews!!! I'm not great with colors but i think these looks cutes ...

[avirtualdrive]

If a telephone never rings, where is its life headed?

[harboretum]

Happy Halloween. this is a neopet

[555-yosi]

The Pirate Captain's Ship (as commandeered by SPHINX) in S4E15, The Silent Partners

[cuntstable]

you ask deltarune fans on twitter if ””femboys”” are more groundbreaking representation than trans women and like a good 80% will say Yeah

[existingtm]

One of the most devastating things about Pandora Hearts is that, at its core, it's a story about moving on...but it's also a story that no one can ever (fully) move on from.

[neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies]

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BASICS- ABOUT ME: 🪶I'm Lisa Alex Avenir (love nicknames, especially Lise, Liz, Alex, Al Lexie etc. If it stars with L or A I'm prolly chill with it. All creative liberties with my name.) 🪶I'm Indian and a minor. Adults are chill but keep the latter part in mind. 🪶I'm also bilingual/multilingual depending on how loose your definition is. 🪶I'm an asexual genderqueer lesbian and I use they/she pronouns (prefer they). I also might be on the aromantic spectrum but I'm not sure (automated voice - I am they/them, non-binary genderqueer, genderfluid aroflux asexual lesbian)

I love receiving asks even though I may take some time to answer them sometimes. I love talking to people here but only dm me we are mutuals :) my old intro post because I'm emotionally attached to it DNI- queerphobes, sexists, racists, trump supporters, terfs, the basics - no assholes. If something is off - I will block you.

FANDOMS: This list will keep on changing- Most Active in: Dead Poets Society Occasionally post: Arcane, BBC Sherlock, My Chemical Romance, Gravity Falls, Dead Boy Detectives, A Little Life, House Md, Chappell Roan, Derry Girls, Bunny I also reblog a lot of silly stuff, lgbtquia+ stuff, political stuff and sometimes things concerning my mental health so take that as a tw .

POSTS I'M PROUD OF DPS POSTS Silly Ones- bitches be like | all hot girls | how Neil asked the poets | inpatient | brown eyes | comfort movie | my expression when | Nah bro | funko Neil | anderperry kiss | anderperry wedding | dummy | my headcannons | meeks keating | no one understands | Ones that make death threats acceptable- weeping in the shower | excuse me Neil Perry | Neil is laughing | Todd is going to be okay | Todd Anderson is okay | Imagine being woken up | Analysis- Scenes with Keating | suicide scene, Lyrics- evermore | dps x gazals masterpost |

BBC SHERLOCK season 1 | 2 | 3 part 1 | 3 part 2 |

QUEER Asexual characters | drew the ace flag | toxic codependent homosexual friendship | sapphic yearning | gender binary | mama

RANDOM? that one wilson post | gerard way-fucking faggot | INTERACT | Asians vs Europeans - the Sun

LINKS SIDE BLOGS: @cappuccino-circa-capillaries -hopecore posts @a-bitch-can-write-poetry - poetry and web weaving reblogs, will post my original work if I ever get the courage @honestly-im-honest- silly stuff @edwinpayneshomosexualtendencies - dbda side blog MEDIA: Pinterest | Spotify | Storygraph | stats.fm | letterboxd | serialzd | TAGS: #yapping the days away - yaps #ficposting - talking about my fic #my art - my art #rewatching bbc sherlock - block this if you can, this is me experiencing a psychological breakdown #asksss, #moot asks, #anon asks - asks related stuff If you send asks often, I probably have a special tag just for you #affirmations - hopecore posts #normal thoughts, #unfortunately that's me - unhealthy thoughts #silly stuff, #hellsite, #hellsite heritage - tumblr being silly #politically correct opinions - anything which i deem is correct and debated

INTERESTS- MUSIC: My music taste is that of an indie-loving lesbian, her emo girlfriend an Indian dad and a straight white teenage girl. 🪶Genre - Indie, Indie pop, Rock, Alt-Indie, Basic white girl pop, Pop-rock, Pop-punk, Folk, Old Bollywood, Male manipulator, Female Manipulator, Lesbian Manipulator, ghazal, anything that slaps 🪶Artists - Sufjan Stevens , Ricky Montgomery, Flower Face, Lana Del Rey, Taylor Swift, Chappell Roan, Hozier, Phoebe Bridgers, Girl in Red, Clario, Conan Gray, Hank Green, Sabrina Carpenter, Hayley Williams, Joji, Indila, Adele. Kishore Kumar, Lata Mangeshkar, Jagjit Singh, Muhammad Rafi, Asha Bhosle etc etc 🪶Bands - Florence and the Machine, Hole, My Chemical Romance, Paramore, Cage The Elephant, Beach House, The Jayhawks, Sir Chloe, The Neighborhood, Fun Guns, Wallows, Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic, Radiohead. 🪶Albums(favourites) - Carrie and Lowell, A Beginner's mind, Illinois, Javelin, The Age of Adz, evermore, folklore, Midnights, The Black Parade, Danger Days, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, Emails I can't send frwd:, Short and Sweet, Montgomery Ricky, Hozier, Depression Cherry, Bloom, Lungs, Ceremonials, How Big How Blue How beautiful, Dance Fever, Superache, Kid Krow, Riot!, AM, Party Flavors, I am the Dog, Stranger in The Alps, Punisher, Rainy Day Music, Petals for Armour, The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess, Social Cues, Tell me I'm Pretty, Melophobia, Live through this, Ultraviolence, Born to Die(The Paradise Edition), Nothing Happens, Baby Teeth, Fever Dreams, The Shark in your Water, Lilt, Get up and Move by Fun Guns, Sour

BOOKS- 🪶Genre - Dark, War pieces, Dystopias, Young Adult, Depressing, Dark Academia, Classics, Psychological Thriller. 🪶Ride or Die - The Book Thief, The Perks Of Being a Wallflower, MAUS, Paper Towns, Looking for Alaska, All the Bright Places, The Midnight Library, The Handmaid's Tale, The Diary of a Young Girl, A Little Life, The Boy In The Stripped Pajamas, Circe, Before the coffee gets cold, Sharp Objects, The Martian, The DaVinci Code, Bunny, The Emperor of All Maladies, Turtles all the way down, And Then There Were None, The Picture of Dorian Grey, The Catcher in The Rye, No Longer Human, Grandpa's Great Escape, Wild Bird, The Giver. 🪶Honorable Mentions from my TBR - If We Were Villains, The Secret History, 1984, To Kill A Mockingbird, Six Of Crows, Lord of the Flies, Piranesi, Lessons in Chemistry, Crime and Punishment, How it Feels to Float, Orbiting Jupiter, Normal People, Fahrenheit 451, The Myth of Sisyphus, Lessons in Chemistry, Slaughterhouse-five, Dark Matter. 🪶Poets - Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, William Wordsworth. Sappho,

MOVIES- Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting, Lady Bird, Whiplash, Booksmart, Black Swan, Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse, Forrest Gump, Duck Duck Goose (These are extremely random, my letterboxd is more tasteful) SERIES- BBC Sherlock, Orange Is The New Black, HBO's Chernobyl (This was my 1st hyperfixation and it lasted for more than 3 years. At its prime I knew how to run several types of reactors and was known for nuclear energy. I almost got outed coz of his ha) Brooklyn99, Dead Boy Detectives, Heartstopper, Derry Girls, Modern Family, Just Add Magic, House md?, Lockwood and Co., Adolescence, Arcane

FACTS- 🪶Only Child 🪶I love any form of Noodles Soup 🪶I have a huge crush on Maya Hawke 🪶I love biology and anatomy 🪶I need psychological help /srs 🪶I have brown ass basic eyes 🪶My vocabulary might be good but I can't spell for shit. 🪶I'm touch starved but touch aversed. Yes, we exist. 🪶I'm a nerd fighter 🪶I love dissecting song lyrics 🪶My aesthetic is dark academia, witchcore and sickly victorian child dying of the plague core. aka I like to dress like a privilaged boarding school boy. 🪶I am a hyper-organized clean freak (it get crippling) 🪶I have multiple BFRBs since childhood. 🪶I have these sneeze attacks on a daily basis where I sneeze like 15 times over the course of 3 minutes 🪶 My 2025 resolution is to count my sneezes and my body has abruptly stopped sneezes since Jan 1st. HOBBIES- 🪶Reading 🪶Writing poetry or songs 🪶Listening to Music 🪶The Universe 🪶Literature 🪶making little collages on PowerPoint

MOOTS APPRICIATION!!!! @lv3buzzz, @noctilucaa(even in deactivation, star will be my wife), @florenceandthejellybean(my brother) @wilsons-three-legged-siamese, @yourfavvgal, @1mlostnow, @arrr-im-a-dead-poet, @perksofbeingpoet, @mighthavebeenmurder, @take-me-to-the-rooftop15, @poetsinnyc, @scrunchybugzzz, @deadcrowcalling, @finneyneilperrykisser @pingunaa, @xxcherryberriezxx @clodyghost, @cerulean-cries, @glitteredbubbles (text me if you would like your name to be removed <3333 )

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