#boy х boy

[bearfoottruck]

I don't know if anyone here is a fan of the Boys Town Gang (I get the feeling I'm the only one), but I wanted to share this early 80s disco classic that merged two Diana Ross hits.

[bearfoottruck]

Keep on dancin' to the funky music...

Trans people have always been here, and we always will be.

Self-determination has never once been a threat to others' freedom. We are all simply trying to live comfortably with ourselves.

I intend for this image to serve as a symbol of unity and solidarity. It is free to use for non-commercial purposes, such as profile pictures, banners, reposts, stickers, etc. Credit is not necessary but is appreciated. As its creator, I do not authorize this image's use for commercial purposes, deceptive self-promotion, or generative artificial intelligence machine training.

The words used in this image are paraphrased lyrics from "Pink Pony Club" by Chappel Roan. I enjoy this song personally and find it a ballad of pride. I have taken artistic liberties with the words and interpretation of these lyrics. Although Chappel wrote these lyrics with a different meaning, I use these lyrics to evoke the same sentiment: that members of the LGBTQ+ community will continue to be unabashedly themselves despite the negativity they are often subject to.

If you wish to download different renditions of this image, please DM me.

[holybibly]

♡ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Innocent nerd Seonghwa х reader ♡ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Gentle, shy nerd Seonghwa has a stupidly huge dick and all you can think about is how much you want him to completely destroy your pussy, but there are two problems: One, he's a virgin, and two, his huge, innocent, sparkling eyes. ♡ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢: smut, University!AU ♡ ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: ? ♡ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Shy Virgin! Seonghwa, soft!reader, unprotected sex, first time, lots of sperm, fingering, pet names, size kink, creampie, boobs sucking, nipple play, dirty talk, pussy drunk, pussy eating, overstimulation, oral, multiple orgasms, praise kink, wet and dirty, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and more. ♡ 𝔄|𝔑: Rose Prick: (slang) pretty pink dick. Penis of overly pretty, handsome or feminine boy. And I remind you, bunnies, that I am very unpredictable, so never judge me too soon.

You try to ignore how Seonghwa's big, shining eyes focus on your breasts, his long lashes flutter, and the tip of his sharp tongue flicks between his excessively puffy pink lips, and you swallow, feeling the mucus run out of your warm, silky pussy, making your panties noticeably wet from Hwa's seemingly so simple action. It was almost embarrassing—the way an innocent look could make you so wet and hot for him. 

"Your titties look so full and soft." Seonghwa whispered, and a dark pink blush spread over his beautiful cheeks. 'Can I touch them?" The tone of his voice is so sweet, as if Seonghwa is talking about flowers and butterflies and not about your breasts. 

You gasp slightly at his words, squirming in your seat and squeezing your thighs harder, hoping to relieve the pressure that has begun to build up between your legs. The thin French lace of your panties rubs lightly against your clit from your movements, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud. The mere thought of Seonghwa wanting to touch your breasts makes you shudder, causing a real internal crisis as he continues to gaze at you with the waiting, glistening eyes of a doe, waiting for you to respond to him, seemingly oblivious to your condition. 

'May I, please?' Seonghwa asks again, fluttering his long, fluffy eyelashes at you, and you melt away. How can you say no to him when he is asking you so sweetly?

"Yes, you can touch my boobs." You barely a whisper as you slowly undo more of the buttons on your blouse, exposing your plump tits, which are covered by a lace bra with lovely frills. 

Seonghwa, smiling shyly, reached for your breasts and cupped the soft mound, causing you to gasp barely audibly. You really weren't mentally prepared for this; Seonghwa's hand is warm and big, your tit fits almost completely in his palm, and that's enough to make more mucus run out of your pussy. 

Your tits have always been very sensitive, and you could easily come just from stimulating them. Which doesn't help you at the moment, especially when Seonghwa decides to touch your other tit as well. His hands massage and squeeze the tender flesh through your bra, a little rough and clumsy, but with an enthusiasm that is almost childish. Long fingers are boldly pushing down the cups of your bra down, almost exposing your nipples so that he can get a better feel for your tits. 

"They're so soft and heavy." You bite your lips to stop yourself moaning because it feels so damn good. Your round cheeks were so hot and red when you noticed how Seonghwa was looking at your tits; his beautiful lips were parted and glistening with saliva, and his big eyes were filled with admiration. 

And it made you want more, so you put your hands behind your back, unhooked your bra, and pulled it off completely, together with your blouse. The cool air was licking at your nipples, making them even harder than they already were from Seonghwa's actions so far.

Seonghwa's Adam's apple twitches as he swallows before he wraps his hands around your now naked tits once more and crushes them roughly in the palms of his hands. You let out a scream at this treatment, but you say nothing and let Hwa play with your breasts the way he wants to. You feel the rough pad of his thumb run over the sensitive nipple of your breast. 

"It feels so good; your tits are like pillows, soft and warm." Seonghwa cooed. He pinched your nipples between the pads of his thumb and forefinger, rubbing and pinching on the dark pink buds. He doesn't seem to be aware of the state you're in right now, as he works you to the fullest and enjoys the feel of your heavy, plump tits in his hands. 

This time you don't hold back; you moan loudly, arching your back and pushing your tits even harder into Seonghwa's hands as the handsome boy twists your nipples sharply between his fingers. You squeeze your thighs together even harder. The painful sensation of pleasure coursing through your body makes your hole tremble, and more viscous, clear mucus comes out. A puddle of liquid lust is building up in your panties, making them uncomfortably sticky to the touch. Seonghwa probably has no idea what he's doing to your body and how his touch is making you crave his cock inside you. 

"S-Songhwa, you have to be more gentle...I'm sensitive...' You stutter slightly as you wrap your fingers around his wrist, stopping him from moving and drawing his attention to you. "If you want to play with my nipples, you have to be gentle. Do you understand?" 

Seonghwa tilts his head slightly to the side, looking at you with glassy, bambi eyes as if pondering something, before a shy smile appears on his lips and his cheeks seem to turn even more red than before. 

"Can I take it in my mouth?" He asks in a soft, velvety voice, and you think you might explode. Hell, you wanted Seonghwa to be less innocent right now, but you'll work on that, won't you? You decide to be brave as you raise your hand to his handsome face and run your fingers over his puffy lips, which are slightly parted, and press them lightly into his moist, warm mouth. Unconsciously, Seonghwa immediately closes his lips around your fingers and starts to suck on them. This only confirms your thoughts that cute Park Seonghwa has a strong oral fixation. 

"Yes, Hwa, you can take them in your mouth; you can even lick and suck them." With those words, your fingers slip out of his mouth, glistening and wet with his saliva, and Seonghwa leans down to your breasts before those sensual, slutty lips cling to your swollen, candy-pink bud. "Oh, fuck..." You almost gasp for breath as the sensation of that soft, slippery tongue cupping your sensitive nipple sends shivers down your spine. Seonghwa wraps one hand around your boobs, supporting it as his tongue rubs sensually over your nipple, while his other hand slides down your body until you can feel it resting on your bare waist, making your skin tingle where he touches it.

Your hands cling to Seonghwa's shoulders as the beautiful brunette sucks your breasts sweetly, almost childishly, swallowing the tender flesh and moaning softly with pleasure, covering his large, glistening eyes. He continues to run his tongue greedily over the soft skin of your breasts while his other hand gently squeezes your waist. Your breathing speeds up, your mouth opens in a low moan, and Seonghwa gently bites down on your nipple with his perfect teeth, accompanied by wet, lapping sounds. 

You feel a new stream of mucus pouring out of your pussy; your panties are soaked through, and you won't be surprised if you start to drip through the fabric soon. You whimper, with each passing minute, the desire to be filled, to feel how your pussy is stretching around Seonghwa's big, thick cock until it's almost painful. And you don't even know if you'll be able to take his whole cock in your cunt the first time.

You'd heard the rumours going around the university—the gentle, shy, cutie Park Seonghwa had a stupidly huge and thick cock. And maybe you'd even let it go if one of your friends who took swimming lessons in the same class with Seonghwa hadn't confirmed it. 

And damn, you couldn't wait to have a look at it and a taste of it in person.

[paranoiastudio]

His wife

pairing: Aemond х Tully!wife

warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, lactation kink, cream pie

word count: 1,7k

English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes

The rustling of ancient tome pages breaks the silence of the room, merging with the crackling of logs in the fireplace. Night has long since come into its own, but Aemond is in no hurry to go to sleep, studying chapter after chapter, practicing his High Valyrian. The dinner that the maid brought a few hours ago has already cooled and remained untouched.

A loud clap of thunder tears the prince from his thoughts and he belatedly realizes that it was the roar of Vhagar, hungry for flight. But even this noise did not prevent the Targaryen's sensitive hearing from catching something else. The door?

- I told you not to disturb me. - Without turning his head, Aemond returns to the book, bending even lower than before.

- Yes, I was told your words, but I thought that you would make an exception for me... Husband.

Your voice penetrates the prince's head like a sweet melody and he straightens up in his chair. Quiet footsteps are heard behind you, you came barefoot, probably just got out of bed, again not finding your husband nearby.

A light scent of cinnamon and lily fills the space around Aemond and he enjoys the elusive warmth that your presence gives him. His wife... His sweet wife, always so kind to him, always reasonable in public and burning with passion next to him. And only next to him.

- Will you allow me to stay here? - Aemond nods and you find yourself in the chair opposite, straightening out a large sleeping robe for your figure. The blue fabric was decorated with silver threads that formed silhouettes of large and small fish.

- The colors of your house suit you. - A white nightgown was visible from under the robe, the thin lace clung to your chest so seductively that the prince had to make an effort to look away.

- My home is now the Targaryen house. - You smile at each other. - Are you going to sleep tonight?

- It was in the plans. - Aemond shrugs and picks up another book.

- Sounds promising. - You roll your eyes and put your feet up on the chair, like a child. - We haven't been together for so long, since...

It's been half a year since your son was born, maternal cares have not left you, while Aemond was busy with state affairs and only occasionally saw you and your boy.

The maester recommended waiting with intimacy, you needed rest after a long and rather difficult birth. Every day, looking at yourself in the mirror, you could not help but regret your beauty, which now seemed to have faded.

You couldn't help but worry about your marriage: Aemond was so rarely around, and Aegon, on the contrary, hung around more than usual, throwing his barbed remarks at his brother.

- Do you still love me? - Aemond's violet eye immediately pierces you. - If you don't love me anymore, then just tell me not to expect what is not available to me.

Targaryen rises from his seat and kneels before you, clasping your small and cold palms in his large ones.

- No one will ever make me abandon you and you know it. I swore to love you and I love you, do you remember?

Even before the ceremony in the sept, Aemond swore to you, his bride, his love and fidelity. He himself chose you among all and never regretted his choice, it is unlikely that there was a more suitable woman.

- I remember, but...

- No "but", my love. - Aymond touches your hair, which falls in a thick cascade over your shoulders. - And I do not want to hear doubts.

You wanted to download something else, but the prince kisses you, as if deliberately cutting off the paths of retreat. You grab his beautiful face and kiss him back.

It was as if for the first time: Aymond kissed you with passion, pressing closer and closer, your lips seemed to tingle from the intensity of his closeness. His warm tongue slid into your mouth and any doubts in his words disappeared. He touched you as always, gently and lovingly.

You leaned back, the hard back of the chair did not allow you to fall, when Aymond, standing between your legs, opened the heavy robe. The nightgown, the object of his attention, hugged your tender body so beautifully, not hiding you from her husband's gaze. Aymond's gaze slides from the bottom up and immediately notices two wet spots on your chest, milk was still flowing.

- You are so beautiful... - Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Aemond rolls up your shirt to your waist and pulls you closer. - My beautiful, beloved wife.

A wet kiss to the epicenter of your arousal makes you shudder, you squeeze the wooden arms of the chair and slightly lift your hips. Aemond immediately grabs you under the buttocks and presses closer, burying his tongue in your swollen and needy clitoris.

Slowly, he runs two fingers along the wet folds and slightly stretches you, without stopping the movement of his tongue. You play with his blond hair and almost purr from the sensations, you did not hope for this in the morning.

- I will fill you again, dear wife. - Aemond moves his fingers faster, smirking at the squelching sound that your aching cunt makes. - If I could, I would stay inside you forever.

- Aymond, please... - His words spurred you on, your husband's praise always gave you confidence. - I...

- Cum for me, wife. - Aymond doesn't take his eyes off you, continuing to fuck you with his fingers and lazily swirl his tongue over you. - I'll catch you, my love...

Your eyes close on their own, as if a bucket of water had been poured over you: your breath caught, and your limbs were shackled by a sweet spasm. You involuntarily press yourself against your husband, not at all embarrassed by the fact that you are literally rubbing your wet, hot pussy against his face.

Aymond doesn't show any displeasure, he continues to caress you until you calm down in his arms. He doesn't miss the fact that your breasts continue to flow with milk and have almost completely wet your nightgown.

- You are amazing. - Aymond licks his lips and lifts himself up so that your faces are level, the fabric of his pants rubs against your still sensitive pussy and you gasp, pulling him closer. - My beloved. Mother of my child.

Aymond's hand slides along your thigh, feeling how you tremble, but you do not shy away from his hand, trustingly accepting the caress. Aymond cannot help but walk over his favorite places: your hair and shoulders, your plump and heavy with milk and desire breasts, your thin ankles.

- Please, husband, make me a mother again. - You move your hips, leaving wet spots on your spouse's clothes.

Aymond lowers his pants just enough to expose his already erect member. He is still kneeling in front of you and pulls you so that he can comfortably settle between your plush thighs.

You feel his heat, dripping onto Aemond's cock and taking it easily as he fills you in one smooth motion. It's so tight and hot inside that the prince freezes and closes his eyes, trying not to cum right then and there.

You whine and squirm beneath him, but Aemond doesn't move, watching you with a cheeky smirk. He always loved to see what desire did to his sweet, kind wife.

- Aemond, why are you... - You huff angrily, pushing your unruly hair out of your face. - Please, let me...

- You will have everything you want, my dear. In time... - Aemond runs a finger over your lips and you immediately grab him, sucking the finger into your mouth. - So needy...

- Kostilus... Kostilus, valzȳrys... - The words come out of your mouth surprisingly easily, you have long studied High Valyrian, wanting to communicate with your husband in the language of his ancestors.

You see the effect your words have on him: Aemond's healthy eye darkens even more, he licks his lips and falls to your breast, biting and kissing the tender flesh, still wet with milk.

His tongue collects the droplets and finds a hot, swollen nipple, absorbing the milk and easing the pain in you're full tits.

- Gods. - You pull your husband closer, running your fingers through his blond locks. - Aemond, please...

The prince pulls away from you and settles himself more comfortably, distributing his weight on his elbows. You grip his strong forearms and shift, taking him even deeper.

A rough growl escapes your husband's mouth, he catches a fast rhythm, filling you so perfectly that you were ready to cry with pleasure. A white ring gathered at the base of his cock, demonstrating your desire.

- My sweet wife. - The fact that Aemond could speak so smoothly amazed you. - My beautiful, sweet wife, the most beautiful woman in the world. Fuck!

Aemond penetrates especially deep and you close your eyes, feeling how he hits the right spot again and again, pushing you to the edge.

- Aemond, I... just a little more, kostilus... - Targaryen fucks you, the chair creaks under you and you fall over the edge when Aemond's thumb touches your clit.

- Yes, that's it, my girl, cum on my cock, show me how much you want me. - The grip on your hips tightens and you only accept what your husband gives you. Your pussy pulses along Targaryen's length, as if sucking all the seed out of him.

- I love you... - Your whisper does not go unnoticed, and Aemond cums, crushing your lips in a greedy kiss.

Sweat covers your body and your legs ache slightly from the awkward position, but the unique feeling of fullness and satisfaction overpowered all the inconveniences.

- Wait. - You stop your husband, not allowing him to leave your body. - Stay.

Aemond slowly softens inside you, feeling the fruits of your love flow out of you. Slipping out, he pushes his seed into you with his finger, catching your quiet sighs.

- Don't you dare think again that I don't love you. - Aemond grabs your chin and turns your face to him. - You are all I have and I will never, do you hear me, never betray you.

You wipe a drop of milk from your husband's chin and smile tenderly at him, accepting Aemond into your arms.

- And I love you, my dragon. - The warmth of this closeness calmed your heart, which had been gripped by fear for the past few months.

[quintilli0n]

bad boy х friendly ghost 👻👻👻

[tokay-blog]

Strange combination of digital and pencils... By the way, while there are no minicomics about them, you can try to guess which potato is a boy and which is a girl х)

[thenickgirl]

worĸѕ ιn progreѕѕ ❀

these are in no particular order

nιcĸ х мale reader

Three’s Company (F) 🫦

Sugar Baby (F) 🫦

The Proposal (F) 💍

The Wedding (F) 💍

Ultra Thin (OS) 🫦

Lost Boy (OS) 💍🫦

nιcĸ & jalen

Hands On Me (OS) 🫦

First Timers (OS) 🫦💍

Juno (OS) 🫦

Blind, Deaf, Mute, and…Jealous? (B) 🥺💍

dad!nιcĸ

Fight or…Fight? (OS) 💍

The Internet Is Forever (B) 💍

ѕтepdad!nιcĸ

Spoiled, Not Rotten (F) 💍

[rubkaanchous]

HELP I- 😭🤚 I DECIDED TO BRING A FISH HOOK TO SCHOOL AND ALL THE BOYS YELLED “DEMIGOD!!” AND I INTRODUCED MYSELF (I have an maui voice lol) AND THEY ALL HAD NOSEBLEEDS!!😭😭

My nose would bleed too if someone spoke to me like that haha х)

[raynerberg]

For the OC dark ask: 15! I wanna see your boy as a chibi demon hehehe >:)

Me and chibi style. Nice joke. xDD But However... I don't know how chibi it is, but I hope you'll be happy. х)

[bietrofastimoff23]

Hello!!! all good? remember me? anyway! I come here to bring more things from my kfp au! (I hope you remember, if not, it's the one where Fenghuang meets Tai Lung before his incarceration)

First of all, I also did a rewrite of kfp4, it's on my profile, so I'm going to talk about a part that isn't in this post...

here, Fenghuang is summoned from Oblivion by Chameleon's spell, and after having her Kung Fu stolen, she manages to escape with Tai Lung and Kai (here the trio is Tai Lung, Fenghuang and Kai, send Shen to shit) but later After running away, they separate and only meet again near the end of the "film" (in quotes because it is a rewrite, not a film)

but before this part, Tai meets with Shifu (why was he there? long story, but it's not important now, follow the dialogue)

Shifu: "Fenghuang is here too?? wait... do you know her..?"

Tai: "oh.. yes, well, heh, how can I say, I've known her since I set foot in the palace... she told me about her story... and went to talk to me all the days... I wish I had I talked to her more before we separated..."

Shifu: "..."

and now the reunion scene, it starts off cool, Fenghuang sees Tai and approaches slowly, a little embarrassed but brave, and Tai Lung, just waiting, with a smile

Fenghuang: "Lung.. how long isn't it?.."

Tai: "it was enough for me, hehehe, it didn't even take that long!"

Fenghuang: "heavens, look at you, last time you were my size, now look, four feathers taller, hehehe... I can already see that you've changed... you seem calmer"

Tai: "I wanted to say the same, but you still look the same"

Fenghuang: "oh Oblivion doesn't change anyone, boy, but.. tell me.. how was it there in the spiritual realm...?"

(ehh I don't know what else to put here, so, bye bye, tell me your opinion)

heeey! of course I remember you. I'm fine, I hope you are too. sorry for the long wait, I wanted to give as meaningful and thoughtful an answer as possible. I'm just sharing my opinion, so if you don't agree, that's okay.

I've read your other notes. and I liked the teams you divided the heroes into, Kai and the five sound the most interesting as dynamics. in fact, this division reminded me of the second part of puss in boots, where the teams were striving for the same goal.

I'm not really sure which direction tai and feng dynamics are going in your case. I don't see them being embarrassed by each other, because she gives the impression of a very confident person and tai lung is full of self-conceit. and it seems to me that they are not so much attached to each other as to the old days, of which they are just a part. she looks at tai lung and is overcome with sadness and longing, but not for him, but for the time she missed being in Oblivion. she has not changed at all, and therefore Tai lung, looking at her, clearly sees his past, the lonely times when his only friend in the palace was an owl mocking him, who secretly sneaked there.

for me, this is not a story about friends, but about two loners whose relationship was not equal (because due to his age and isolation from other children, tai could sincerely consider it friendship, and feng, due to disappointment, perceived it as some kind of sadistic entertainment and a way to vent her inner anger by making offensive comments in his direction), but equally important in order to cope with dark times. in a sense, forced comrades.

perhaps this is too gloomy, especially since it is a kind of rewriting of history and not turning it 180 degrees. but.. I just feel that way and I can't do anything about it х)

[putthestillwaterdown]

FIEN FIEN FIEN FIEN

”your not a brainrot kid”

what if ninja got a low taper fade,,

sigma sigma boy sigma boy б⟩, ⟨в⟩, ⟨г⟩, ⟨д⟩, ⟨ж⟩, ⟨з⟩, ⟨к⟩, ⟨л⟩, ⟨м⟩, ⟨н⟩, ⟨п⟩, ⟨р⟩, ⟨с⟩, ⟨тф⟩, ⟨х⟩⟨шщ

[weilar]

Всем привет! Немного нестандартный и длинный для меня пост, поскольку я не выкладываю фотографии или свои литературные зарисовки.

Для начала представлюсь (так как я не сделала этого раньше 0___0). Меня зовут Даша, мне 18 лет. Я учусь на врача, увлекаюсь творчеством во всех его проявлениях. Тип личности: entj. Цвет глаз - зелёный, волосы покрасила в вишнёвый. Страдаю птср и тревожно-депрессивным расстройством (нахожусь в медикаментозной ремиссии). Творчество меня вытягивает из этого состояния. Один раз попала в "подслушано google", когда кричала на google из-за того, что он не скачивал майнкрафт. Я начала молиться в запросе гуглу 0___0 (раньше кринжевала с этого, а сейчас горжусь). Очень люблю есть киви с кожурой. Умею удалять родинки круговым ударом ноги (кмс по вбе). Умею гроулить (и разыгрываю маму и друзей, когда они звонят. Теперь мне никто не звонит). Знаю текст экзорцизма на латыни.

Сегодня я бы хотела поделиться многим (например, стихом, который я сочинила в 16 лет, с которым я заняла 2 место на международном конкурсе стихов), но расскажу именно про свою музыку.

Я не могу представить свою жизнь без музыки. Как у многих моих бывших одноклассников, значительная часть моего детства прошла в музыкальной школе. Как и многие мои бывшие одноклассники, я не любила туда ходить, хотя была лучшей в теоретических дисциплинах. Потом папа показал мне такие группы, как Metallica, Megadeth, КиШ, Scorpions, Queen, Black Sabbath... Но моя любовь - MCR (when i was a young boy...) и Oasis (you're my wonderwaaaaall).

В 11 лет я впервые взяла в руки гитару. И в 12 лет научном лагере я набросала текст своей первой песни. В то время я была больше гитаристом и пианистом, поэтому моя музыка была наполнена гитарными партиями (не могу сказать, что они были гениальными. Они были... вполне сносными).

Ещё (в 13-15 лет) я делала музыку во всяких приложениях по типу lmms, fruity loops, bandpass, bandlab. Там я познакомилась со своим другом (после двух лет комфортного общения мы уже не общаемся 3 года). Мы делали коллаборации, он был одним из первых людей, которым я показала свою музыку.

Показывать свою музыку миру я начала только в 2022 году (в 15 лет). Меня хвалили за нестандартный стиль, но были и те, кто говорил, что я буду кринжевать со своего творчества, когда я вырасту. Да, кринжую, но я поняла, что есть целая room for improvement. До 2024 года на bandcamp я выпустила альбомы "October Avenue", "Insanity Tales", "singularity", "уходя, не забудь закрыть дверь" и сингл "Гори в Аду" под проектом RASH (хочу его перезаписать, мне очень нравится текст, мелодия, там даже есть рэп-часть, но вокал в припеве мне не нравится).

Сейчас у меня есть проект Footnote History File, исполняющий музыку, вдохновлённую поп-панком 2000-х (чем-то похоже на Paramore, а в названиях моих песен есть очень много отсылок и мемов).

Я не сдалась. И стала лучше. Моя музыка была более осмысленной. И инструментал стал лучше. И вокальный диапазон увеличился (F2-D7) (я прекрасная woman, я просто умею гроулить. Годы тренировок не прошли зря.

Были тёмные времена, когда я делала каверы на кпоп (о дааааа, как же меня хейтили). Зато сейчас считают прекрасной вокалисткой.

Так воооот, я планирую записать (и записываю) альбом The Antidote to Happy. Там будет 12 песен (трек-лист в прикреплённых фото). Сегодня я хочу поделиться своей второй песней с этого альбома - Symphony of Self-Destruction (отсылочка на Megadeth. Не дайте этой отсылочке вас обмануть). Ссылки ниже - на мой тг-канал и на пост с песней (в посте также есть то, как я пою песню mcr - mama). Простите за пиар (но это не совсем пиар), я просто хочу оформить лирик-видео или залить треки на площадки через дистрибьюторы, но у меня нет времени из-за универа.

В извинение прикрепляю свои любимые строчки из моих песен с переводом (разбираем на статусы в вк и тг):

☆i have degree in overthinking and a minor in meltdown - у меня есть ученая степень по переосмыслению и небольшая по катастрофам

☆you gave me roses, but i'm allergic - ты подарил мне розы, но у меня аллергия

☆you broke my heart, i broke your ribs - ты разбил мне сердце, я сломала твои рёбра

Тексты песен очень личные для меня, короче говоря, основаны на реальных событиях (только рёбра я никому не ломала, к сожалению).

Пожалуйста, подпишитесь, буду рада каждому (там всё моё творчество, весь мой бред, все мои скелеты в шкафу, вся моя жизнь). Люблю вас всех🖤

[holybibly]

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❣ 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔨 ❣ ♡ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Owner Seonghwa x Bunny Hybrid Reader ♡ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Park Seonghwa was truly the most amazing owner ever, who knew exactly how to take care of the little lusty bunnies. Or Seonghwa knows he should be harsher with you and maybe even punish you for your disobedience, but the sugary, whiny tone of your voice as you keep babbling incoherent apologies and your eyes full of unshed tears can't help but make him melt and show some leniency to his naughty little bunny princess. ♡ 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 5.4k

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[paranoiastudio]

Would you fuck me, Art?

pairing: Art Donaldson х f!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, cheat?

word count: 1,4k

English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes

- Would you fuck me, Art? - You ask point-blank, causing Art to choke on his drink. - If it weren't for Patrick, would you have fucked me?

This conversation should not have happened. You didn’t want to go to this party, but you forced yourself to come. You didn’t want to discuss your relationship with anyone, but Art knew about your last fight with Patrick and approached you himself.

And now, after three bottles of beer and a sincere conversation, you find yourself asking a similar question and understand that stopping now is not an option.

You looked at Art so intently, so alluringly, that he simply could not lie to you. And he decided not to lie, finally admitting how much he was attracted to his friend’s girl.

- I would fuck you right now if you asked. - Art whispers this on your lips.

The air around you becomes heavier every second, you feel the familiar heat in your lower abdomen and lick your lips, only attracting the attention of the man’s gaze to you.

- Would you fuck me?

- Yes. - You answer, perhaps, too quickly.

- If it weren't for Patrick, that's right?

- No. I... I would fuck you now, right here... If you asked me.

Your words seem to have broken Art Donaldson. He looks at you silently, thinking about what he heard. He should leave right now: you're his friend's girlfriend, you're a little drunk and upset, you can make mistakes.

But you still look at him, just five minutes ago you said that you were tired of Patrick and wanted to change something. Does this mean you're leaving Patrick?

- Ask me, Art... - Everything except you loses the sound. How can he refuse you? Art has wanted you, you was so close and yet so far away.

Art is a strong man, with a well-trained will, but even he is now ready to break. All he wants now is to be close to you and he doesn't care about the consequences.

- Let's go. - You accept his hand without objection and follow the guy, noting how soft his skin is. Patrick's hands were heavy and hard, Art's were not like that. Having pushed away this comparison, you turn to the crowd, no one seems to care that you are going up to the second floor.

- Whose room is this? - You lean your back on the door, Art leans towards you, otherwise your whisper would not be able to be heard.

- Guest room. Did you lock it?

You pull the handle twice, wanting to check for sure. After making sure that you won’t be disturbed, I quickly take off my shoes, embarrassed to wear shoes in someone else’s house, and sit down next to Art.

- Are you sure? - Art wanted to know for sure, he had to make sure that you really wanted this.

- More than. And you?

- And I. Can I kiss you? - You push back a strand of hair from your forehead and nod, submitting to the tennis player’s touch. Art kisses your neck, his open mouth exploring your hot skin and his hand squeezing your bare knee, not going any further.

- Don't be afraid, I don't bite painfully. - You giggle, seeing only tenderness and affection in Art’s eyes, not a hint of mockery or playfulness, as was often the case with Patrick.

- I’ll be ready to endure even if you take a bite out of me. - Art strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You reach for the next kiss and lightly bite the man’s lip, trying to force him to open his mouth. Art's tongue is very warm and tastes like a mixture of cider and something bitter. He glides weightlessly, pulling you into a long and affectionate kiss and you move easily, feeling his tenderness embrace you.

- I’ve always wanted you... - Art rests his forehead on your shoulder and runs his nose along your skin. - Patrick just... Damn.

- Hey... - You lift Art’s face by the chin. - He's not here, you know? Patrick is an asshole and we both know it. Looks like I picked the wrong guy...

You push Art onto the bed and sit on top of him. The mention of your arrogant and stubborn boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) made you angry and added courage.

- We don't talk about Patrick anymore, okay? - Art nods, watching you in fascination. - Fine. Now touch me.

You begin to pull off Art’s shirt, your hips rise and the man immediately puts his hands on your legs, stroking the skin and rising higher and higher.

- I don’t think we’ll need that. - You unbutton the tennis player’s light trousers and pull them down along with your underwear just enough to free half-erect cock.

- I... Please. - Art whines underneath you, which can’t help but make you grin, you haven’t even touched him yet. - Please, I want it so much...

You take the penis in your hand and make a few slow movements. The soft skin pleasantly rubs against your hand, with your other hand you would grab Art’s balls, he almost jumps on the bed and shamelessly moves his hips towards you.

- My poor baby... - You coo over the already hard member and lubricate the droplets from the red tip with excitement. - No one has touched you for a long time, right?

Art looks at you pleadingly, he is ready to ask, beg you, but you yourself are already on the verge and won’t be able to tease him for long. Especially when Art gets his finger under the hem of your underwear...

- Oh shit! - You stop all actions, and, lifting up your dress, you move your underwear and push yourself onto Ard Donaldson’s dick.

- God! - He opens his eyes wide and squeezes your hips so hard that you are sure that the dress was torn.

- You're so big... - You didn't lie, Art's dick isn't as long as Patrick's, but his girth stretches you out much better. - So good, Art.

A man bites his lip when he hears his name from your lips, it is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. You both breathe heavily, getting used to the feeling of complete intimacy, you suddenly realize that you are not using a condom (if you believe Patrick’s stories, Art has never been with anyone at all).

You wiggle your hips, smiling predatorily at another hoarse moan, you always liked men who were not shy about the fact that they were receiving pleasure, and Art, with his heightened sensitivity, was just like that.

You lower your hot palms onto his chest, play with the short blond hairs and lean on him, starting to lift your hips.

Art huffs and whines beneath you, his strong hands gripping the blanket until his skin turns white. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, trying not to close his eyes from the pleasure that you and your beautiful velvet pussy give him, which hugs him so tightly that you want to howl.

- I feel you so deeply... - You push back the unruly hair from your face and smile, it was always nice to be filled, especially with Art. With him you feel a certain exclusivity; he seemed to be in inhuman bliss.

- Please, I... Damn! - Art sharply raises his hips and you hear a loud slap with which your bodies met.

- Touch me. - Art immediately slides his hand between your bodies and rubs your clitoris with his thumb. You spread your legs wider so he can see exactly how he slides in and out of you. - It’s so nice, Art.

His name sounds like a song from your lips and Art moves his hands to your waist, helping you move faster. He feels his own dick twitching and tries not to cum at the moment when you squeeze him especially tightly.

- I'm going to cum. - Your voice trembles and you moan, throwing your head back. - Do not stop...

Art continues to move inside you, cumming profusely and swallowing all his sounds, wanting to listen to your delicious sighs longer. You feel a mixture of your secretions flowing out of you, you feel how Art becomes softer inside you. You feel like you did everything right.

- I think we need to call Patrick. - You're breaking the "We don't talk about Patrick anymore" rule. - I'll take my things.

- I will help you. - Art gently traces circles on the skin of your thighs, the fact that you were still connected did not bother either of you. - I have plenty of space at home.

[mamasvetlanushka]

Если кто не понял почему не нужно нужна вот это эта вся правда, учение правильное, все мозги на место поставить, почему это не нужно руководителям? Потому что они не знают как управлять и что делать с таким миром, где нет мошенничества, где нет лжи в основных понятиях, вообще в основах; как без мусора жить это один вопрос, как перерабатывать мусор -другой вопрос и вот в чём суть, в том что нужно научиться правильно перерабатывать мусор. Уже потом решать, смотреть и грезить чего бояться, чтобы что окажетесь на такой планете как солнце и там где-то внизу будет бурлить лава, в которую сбрасывать станут весь мусор, не надо его перерабатывать при этом(цивилизация единственное возможное на вашем пути развития в лучшем проявлении)... Этот страх за такую цивилизацию, цивилизованное развитие, при котором все снова погибнут.

Поэтому пытаются разобраться меня используют да идите вы на х** в этом вашей проблема в этом использовании В этом издевательстве Вы виноваты передо мной начинайте это осознавать. Ничего вам не должна.

Хочу отметить, то вы опять почитаете по бумажке и решите это всё в рамках шоу и игры. У меня просили замолчать вообще и не говорить совсем ничего просто проигнорировать всё что даётся по информации, не реагировать..

Я об этом думаю каждый день и мне уже наперёд создаёт давление и сложности, чтобы я не рыпалась.. чтобы продолжала. Я это делаю потому что это моя потребность говорить, моя потребность делать правильное дело и делать его хорошо.

Меня нет среди вас как бы я как бы не существую Я вообще словно мертва.. что? Везде вот эти вещатели продвигатели непонятно чего вы сейчас формируете такой комок грязи Егору мусора, с которой просто не выберитесь.

Я устала от вас правда очень устала вы даже не представляете как только если сравните с желанием человека не жить и я не хочу жить.

Можно провести такой эксперимент. Я могу помолчать давайте так и сделаем. Вы не будете на меня давить или думать что я делаю что-то вопреки или назло.. нет тут ни добра ни зла ни хорошего ни плохого давайте побудем в этом эксперименте просто помолчи только теперь буду молчать я а вы уж как хотите.

by charmed-n-zesty 

All That She Wants Ace of Base

Бредятина?

Текст песни

Скрыть переводShe leads a lonely life — she leads a lonely life

Она ведет одинокую жизнь — она ведет одинокую жизньWhen she woke up late in the morning light

Когда она проснулась поздно при свете утраAnd the day has just begun

И день только началсяShe opened her eyes and thought

Она открыла глаза и подумалаO' what a morning

О, что за утроIt's not a day for work

Сегодня не самый подходящий день для работыIt's a day for catching tan

Это день для того, чтобы загоретьJust laying on the beach and having fun

Просто лежу на пляже и развлекаюсьShe's going to get you

Она собирается заполучить тебяAll that she wants is another baby

Все, чего она хочет, - это еще одного ребенкаShe's gone tomorrow boy

Завтра ее не станет, пареньAll that she wants is another baby

Все, чего она хочет, - это еще одного ребенкаAll that she wants is another baby

Все, чего она хочет, - это еще одного ребенкаShe's gone tomorrow boy

Завтра ее не станет, пареньAll that she wants is another baby

Все, чего она хочет, - это еще одного ребенкаAll that she wants — all that she wants

Все, чего она хочет — все, чего она хочетSo if you are in sight and the day is right

Так что, если вы в поле зрения и день подходящийShe's the hunter you're the fox

Она охотник, а ты лисаThe gentle voice that talks to you

Нежный голос, который разговаривает с тобойWon't talk forever

Не буду говорить вечноIt's a night for passion

Это ночь страстиBut the morning means goodbye

Но утро означает прощаниеBeware of that is flashing in her eyes

Остерегайтесь того, что мелькает в ее глазахShe's going to get you

Она собирается заполучить тебяAll that she wants...

Все, чего она хочет...

Кто знает перевод? Ха-ха

Grown miss me so

Главное то что чтобы не делали в рамках шоу, как бы не подстраивались ситуацию Я вижу, мысли и говорю независимо от всего этого. Топ-топ смог это разглядеть, тот сможет видеть больше чем он есть сейчас.

Ведь любить себя и окружение это не одно и то же. Но если вы действительно знаете что такое любовь, знаете что это слово написано по-разному и на разных языках, что это слово которое весомо само по себе, то что оно означает, тогда... вас самих и от вас исходит.

Темы глубокие, серьёзные, красивые, лучшее что вы можете дать друг другу.

Но знай, мне этого мало, потому что я это всё и так есть. У меня не было тебя. В какой бы жизни и мирах мы бы не встречались, здесь всё сложилось хуже нет его некуда.

10:39

[sketchquill]

Oh my god I forgot to draw Wally the veil😭😭😭💔

Let's save Wally together from Julie. save the child save our boy😔

This is a continuation of the previous meme х)

BRUHHHH OMG JKSJSKSKSKS;

Lmao it’s all good if you forgot to draw the veil I still love this regardless hahaha!