#because I was fucked 😅

[awkwardturtlesex]

I firmly believe that the Irish measurement of a double is not the same as it is in Wales

[rebouks]

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Sidney: What were you thinking? Robin: It wasn’t my fault. Sidney: Debateable. You shouldn’t take them with you if you’re not going to keep an eye on them. Robin: I don’t have a million eyes! Oscar: Ma. Sidney: Well. Oscar: You’re looking at this all wrong, anyway-.. Byrd, what’re we not gonna do in future? Byrd: Uhhhhh-.. handstands on wobbly fences? Courtney: Robin? Robin: Let Byrd climb on shitty fences. Oscar: See? Sidney: [mutters] Give me strength. Wren: What do you need strength for? Sidney: Your father’s unquenchable thirst for chaos. Oscar: You need to relax every now n’ then, you might actually enjoy yourself for once. Sidney: Bah, you sound like Ally. Alton: Hm-.. what? Sidney: Nothing-.. where’s the salad? Oscar: What’s done is done-.. let’s just agree to steer clear of the hospital for a while, okay guys? I’m sick of the place. Robin: Maybe we could get a member’s card. Ava: I want to go! Oscar: Noooo, you don’t. Ava: How do you know what I want?! Sidney: Ask Robin to watch you for a day, you’ll be there in no time. Oscar: Ignore your grandma-.. she’s just an expert at putting the salt in Salton. Alton: I still don’t understand that joke…

[youwillfindilluminating]

if megan thee stallion was putting out songs like otaku hot girl when I was in middle school I would've felt a lot less embarrassed about my weeb interests 😭 she's doing it for all of us

[liquidstar]

sleepovers save money on hotel rooms while on missions 👍

[whitestnoise]

[foreverfairytailfan]

You don’t understand. I NEED more Lucy in Capricorn Star Dress.

I NEED ITTTTTTTTTT

[xxprincess1x]

Darling, It'll Be Alright | Gentlebeard Fanvid

Show: Our Flag Means Death

Music: Darling, It'll Be Alright by Allman Brown

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday 📝

Tagged by the wonderful and talented @disasterbuckdiaz @jeeyuns @hippolotamus @lover-of-mine and @malewifediaz ❤️

Enjoy some Buck and Maddie from Rival Firefighters 🚒

Maddie flops down unceremoniously onto the couch.

“Moving is exhausting. Remind me to never do it again. I live here until I die.”

Buck laughs and flops down next to her, the weight of his body jostling her small frame. He relaxes into the couch and closes his eyes, feeling the weight of the day settle over him. He’s pretty sure he’s drifting off to sleep when Maddie speaks again.

“We should probably go to sleep in our new beds that we bought specifically to sleep in.”

Buck hums in vague agreement, but makes no effort to move. “Or we could stay right here on the comfy couch.” He counters.

“You won’t think it’s comfy in the morning when you wake up with a sore back and a kink in your neck.” There’s a shuffling noise and then Maddie’s finger is poking him in the neck.

He cracks one eye open as he swats at her hand like she’s a fly buzzing around in his space. “I don’t have a neck kink.” He grumbles, wondering why in the world she’s bringing up the subject of kinks, especially with him, her brother. “Unless you count hickeys and biting as a kink, and in that case yeah, I do.” And now he’s wondering why he told her that. He blames it on the tiredness.

Maddie’s face scrunches up in distaste, like she just smelt something bad it’s lingering in her nose. “I really did not need to know that.”

“You’re the one who brought it up!” Buck squawks, both eyes now open as he stares at his sister in bewilderment.

“I was talking about a kink in your neck!” Maddie explains, “As in waking up with a sore neck!”

“Oh.” Realization dawns on Buck and he feels a slight blush of embarrassment begin to creep into his cheeks. “I’m so tired my brain isn’t working properly.”

“So you’re tired all the time?” Maddie quips, little smug victory smile present on her face at getting a jab at him in.

Buck rolls his eyes at her. “Oh ha ha.”

His response just makes her smile grow, and how can he even be slightly annoyed at her when she’s radiating such happiness? This is the Maddie he chose to remember and hold onto all those years apart. The Maddie who laughs freely and teases him in a way only a sibling can. Whose eyes are shining with life, no longer murked with the dark stain of fear. This is Maddie, and he’s so glad to see her again

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[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

me facing off against the same paragraph for the third night in a row:

[prettyboyfinley]

Want to be corrupted by an older man right now 😵‍💫 gonna preface I’m very stoned right now so this is probably gonna be really shitty quality

Pretty boy gets too high while out with his friends and an older attractive man takes notice.

I haven’t been able to stop gawking at him for the last half hour, he’s obviously older and more experienced which only makes him more attractive.

Face red with blush as you make eye contact, I can’t help but tuck myself into the corner of the bar hoping to hide from your gaze. As the room starts to spin in the most delightful way I close my eyes and lean against the wall for a moment to get my bearings.

As I open my eyes there you are, leaned against the wall across from me. A small smirk on your face as you take in my high and flustered state.

“You alright boy?” fuck fuck fuck his voice has me hard

I nod my head as best as I can while taking you in. Fuck just the look of you has me feeling small and wanting to drop to my knees.

You push off the wall and close the distance between us until you are leaning with a hand placed against the wall by my head.

“You all right there? Do you need some water or fresh air boy?”

When my eyes struggle to pull away from your lips and meet yours you lightly tap my cheek with your fingertips making my focus shift.

“There you are, you alright?”

“Yeah, sorry just a little stoned hehe. I’m okay, thank you for checking.”

I can’t help but glance back at your lips as I speak, unintentionally shifting my face closer to yours.

“Aww pretty thing, you are so cute. Poor little puppy doesn’t know how much he can handle.”

I let out a whimper as I get distracted by how close your body is to mine before I lean even closer to you.

“Hey old man! I know how much I can smoke, I’m fiiiiine!”

A smirk takes over your face as you get close enough to push me against the wall and you slot a leg between mine while griping my chin gently.

The moan I let out is almost too loud as I accidentally grind into your thigh. I try and escape the sudden stimulation and push your hips but you quickly put an end to that as you release my chin to hold my hands on either side of my head against the wall.

Feeling you hold me back has my hips grinding harder and harder into your thigh while I try and hide my whimpers.

“Yeah boy? You’re fine? Then why are you humping my thigh like a bitch in heat while you whimper into my neck. I’m not even properly touching you and you are already a mess. I’m going to let you go and you are going too slide down onto your knees for me alright? Daddy wants to show you how to suck dick like a good boy.”

I keep eye contact with you as I slide down the wall onto my knees while you start taking of your pants. Never breaking eye contact as I kiss the fingers undoing your belt,

“I’ve never sucked cock before sir.”

“That’s alright boy, just listen to what I tell you. I’ll guide you through it. Now open your mouth for me.”

[outfoxt]

this is going to sound really fucked up but i just need to say it i think.

I never realized that people could actually care. I always thought that the depictions of friendship in movies and TV shows were over-the-top portrayals, and weren't things that actually happened. This was then exacerbated by the fact that my entire life I always wanted people to just Know How I Was Feeling like they do on TV and I found out that that's Not How It Works. I always thought I was naive for caring so much about my friends and for doing nice things for them out of the blue, and I always resented myself for resenting my parents for not doing more for me as a child.

So when I got to uni, and my friends started caring about me and asking if I was ok when I looked sad and doing nice things for me, I didn't know what to do with myself. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me in a long time. When I was staying with a friend, and she said that she left the window open in the room I was going to be staying in because I liked it to be cold when i sleep, I bluescreened. I didn't know how to respond. It is quite literally one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me. No one had ever paid that much attention to the things I liked. Every year on my birthday it was either a gamble if I would get something I actually wanted from my parents (spoiler alert: I was often disappointed) or I would just have to straight up tell them what I wanted. I got accustomed to the latter, and now I don't mind, but receiving two gifts from friends about languages this year made me realize that I could have it so much better.

And don't even get me started on online friends. I sort of thought that everyone was lying about them? Or that it was something unattainable, and reserved only for God's Chosen Favorites or something. But no, there are little people in my phone who care about me. They legitimately care about me as much as I care about them. I've been nervous to ask them about their well-being because I'm still nervous about being naive and getting a wake-up call that no one cares again, but after being told that they were worried about me when I overslept, I think i should know that I'm in the clear. And that's not even including all the times they tell me to go to bed when it's late, and when they ping me about things I may enjoy or things I was involved in.

All this is to say I guess that I'm touched that people remember my existence. It makes me feel good to be wanted. I will be eternally grateful to both my irl and online friends who made me realize that just because my parents or my friends from home didn't care enough to remember what I like or to go out of their way to do nice things for me, it doesn't mean that no one will. I need to step up and do more for you guys. I trained myself to push down my desire to help and check in with people because I thought I was betting on something that I'd never get in return, but now I know I can.

Thank you all, and I love you 💚

[rebouks]

Wyatt couldn’t sleep. He’d tried his best to play it cool with Brynn and failed spectacularly, the past week having been a rare highlight in his otherwise deplorable life.

But happiness was a foreign and elusive concept, one that caused uneasiness instead of contentment. It didn’t feel right, like he hadn’t earned it, like he didn’t deserve it. How could such a wonderful feeling create such a twisted knot in the pit of your stomach?

Usually, when Wyatt slept with a woman, he didn’t feel much of anything; he’d make himself scarce the next morning, or drive them away on purpose for his own entertainment-.. and yet, with his nose nestled in her hair as she slept, he realised he didn’t want Brynn to go home.

He actually enjoyed spending time with her. She wasn’t annoying or high-maintenance, boring or stupid, and she didn’t expect anything from him, nor he her. It was terrifyingly easy.

Wyatt had never been in love before; hadn’t even come close. Not once could he remember having loved anyone or anything, familial, platonic, nor romantic-.. not properly, anyway. Not without condition, doubt, or backlash; but for some inexplicable reason, Brynn had captivated him completely.

She was soft and compassionate yet rugged and unruly, so tenacious – albeit somewhat assumedly – that he couldn’t help but admire her. She was beautiful too, and Wyatt didn’t throw that word around lightly. Hot? Sure. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy? Sure. But never beautiful. That was reserved for more; someone unique, someone he didn’t want to let go, someone he didn’t want anyone else to touch…

No, he definitely didn’t want Brynn to leave at all.

But leaving she was, and Wyatt had no choice in the matter. If she wanted to stay, she would. If not, he could only hope that she’d return one day… He’d thought about asking her not to go, but he didn’t want to beg. His father had always instilled in him not to beg for anything in life, it was demeaning and pathetic.

He’d also said you ought to take what you want by force, but Wyatt was choosing to ignore that part. It wouldn’t feel the same unless she chose for herself.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Wyatt was a little worried. He’d tried to ask Brynn about her life back in San Myshuno more than a few times, but she clearly didn’t want to talk about it, expertly shrugging him off every time he broached the subject. He couldn’t tell if she was nervous, ashamed, or if she truly believed it wasn’t worth talking about.

She was so good at hiding certain things that it was damned near driving him insane, and despite their rapidly growing intimacy, he wasn’t much closer to figuring out what was going on.

He couldn’t exactly keep an eye on her either, not from here-.. besides, he’d told himself that following people probably wasn’t the best idea, even if he didn’t necessarily think it was a big deal.

Wyatt sighed deeply; his head pounding. Why had he let her get under his skin? Why didn’t she want to stay? What the hell did she have in San My that she wouldn’t have here? Who the fuck did Gael even think he was? The pathetic fuckwad. She clearly didn’t like the guy all that much, why would she rather leave with him?

Unless-.. what if Brynn meant more to Wyatt than he to her? He doubted she was that good an actor, but he’d found it rather difficult to think straight recently.

Sweating at the thought, Wyatt realised he might have to be a little more honest if he wanted some answers…

Shit.

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[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Something about trackers and sunlight and lighting the path something something

Song: The Path by Lorde

I miss her 💔 Might be time for a reread ☀️💙

[peaches2217]

Y’ever have really strong feelings about something and wanna write it all out but nothing’s coming to you? Just strong but unspecific emotions?

Mareach… good fluffies… happy feelings… wanna write… but write WHAT???

[gobullworth]

don’t piss me off.

[eaion]

Okay, guys quick question. Is there a program with it you can make photoshop quality gifs, but freely? Yes, I got the 5 day ultimatum from Adobe, so if I can't get a free and good enough alternative, I won't make any gifs ever. :(

The high quality is very important! I know alternatives with low quality (sorry but last time I checked GIMP, I couldn't make really good quality gifs with it...)