#daydreaming out loud

[daydreamoftheendless]

if your bells hells group art contains dorian i’m giving you a lil kiss

[randomnotebookthoughts]

I wonder if anyone ever fantasizes about having a life with me.

[hey-heigo]

happy pride month

[kisses4kaia]

brothers best friend billy bc i am self-indulgent ☺️ very poorly proofread😴 edit; here’s another installment of this au <3

william h. bonney is a gentleman.

he is a gentleman, but fuck, if you whisper another word into his ear, warm breath fanning over the cusp, he’s not above bending you over the poker table and fucking you in front of everyone, including your brother.

and billy knows, he knows you’re trying to rile him up, knows you’re just trying to get a ride rise out of him, but did you really have to hit him where it hurts? you’d learnt not too long ago that billy is quite sensitive on his ears—when you nibbed him on his earlobe while he was balls deep inside your tight cunt and he came on the spot—and if you didn’t take advantage of that from time to time, you reasoned, it would be an injustice, truly.

“oh billy, don’t you know fucking your best friends little sister is wrong? how long has this been going on—2 months, huh? hmm, you ever gonna tell jesse? oh, no. he would kill you if he found out, wouldn’t he? and you’re still taking that risk for me; how romantic of you, billy,” your voice is a tantalizing taunt, and it’s winding him up, so much so that he has to take a swig of his whiskey to cover up the flush spreading on his cheeks.

your whispers are received from billy with a shudder, whom you’re standing behind while he sits at the poker table. nobody really even notices you talking to him, not even jesse. he’s focused on winning, as is billy, but you just make it so much damn harder for your lover.

the game is on its last play and it’s gotten quite intense. “reveal your hands,” the dealer commands and jesse lays down his cards before billy shows him up completely, 4 aces over jesse’s straight.

the sportsmanship is friendly even after billy gathers the whole pot for himself and jesse goes to catch a drink at the bar, giving billy the perfect opportunity to figure out what the fuck your little show was about.

his large hand is wrapped around your—by comparison, small—wrist, and he’s dragging you outside the saloon, all the way to his house just down the block.

when the door slams shut, billy’s lips are on yours faster than you can blink.

he has this way about his kisses—they’re always needy, but not all-dominating. he doesn’t want to own you, you can see it is his eyes, the eyes that are so much softer than lil the other men you’ve come across, who look at you like a piece of meat. he kisses you with a certain passion, a fire that you haven’t been able to find with anybody else, and it ignites something bubbly inside you. he’s feverish, and you reciprocate his urgency, fingers hooking into his two front belt loops, pulling him closer to where you need him the most.

“fuck, pretty. really tryna rile me up, huh? fuck was that, back at the game?” his lust-blown pupils do nothing to hide the fact that you won. you got just what you wanted, so with a giggle you respond, voice teasing. “i just wanted to see how gentlemanly you could stay before you would eventually break—i knew you would break,”

billy scoffs and rolls his eyes, before placing his lips on yours, more gently this time, and picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you to his bedroom that you’ve grown oh, so, familiar with.

he surprises you when rather than laying you down on your back unto the bed, he sits down himself, begins unbuttoning your linen button-down and unbuttoning the boot-cut denim jeans that hugged your ass so fucking well, before pulling all of it off of your limbs and helping you pull his own trousers down.

with gentle maneuvering, billy eases you onto his hard, awaiting cock. a soft gasp leaves you, and a deep groan from billy reverberates throughout the room. “this is what you wanted? to sit on my dick, make your pretty, little pussy cum? yeah? go on, use me. ride my cock, hm? you own it, it’s yours,” his breathy words only speed up your pulsing around his dick, and pull a aroused moan from your throat.

he sounded so honest, so real. it was times like these, with him underneath you, coming more and more undone by the second, that felt the most raw. it was times like these, when his hands where welded onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, that you realized, you didn’t want this with anybody else, ever. you never wanted to leave his loving embrace, and it’s with that epiphany you speak.

“fuck, billy, i love you. i love you so fucking much, oh my god, fuck!”

his hips falter slightly at the sentence, but almost like a serendipitous parallel, billy cums with a loud moan right along with you, orgasms perfectly in time with one another.

and as he comes down from his high, riding you through your own, his response to your confession is uttered—in hushed tones, in fear that if he dare raises his voice, dare speak freely, dare open his arms, you may disappear, like sand through his calloused fingers.

“i love you, too, angel. i think… i think want forever with you.”

[star-struck09]

I don’t dare allow myself to fantasize a life with you because I fear the implications of it.

[c3nobit3s]

When he brushes your hair before bed and then beats you with the same brush afterwards 🥺

[rainintheevening]

Hey loves, just wanted to say, if you think I've been rather absent lately, well, I have. I've found myself in a place of really needing to change things in my life and have healthier boundaries with the internet. So I'm spending a lot less time on my phone. It's a really good thing though! Already I'm sleeping better, and getting more interested and joyful about things in my day to day life. Prayer life is seeing a significant uptick, and I'm actually enjoying the time I do spend on the internet. I promise tumblr is one of the essentials in 'things to do on my phone when I'm there'! Right up there with messages and emails. God has definitely been nudging me toward this for awhile, and I've finally accepted it. @dimsilver's post about sitting in silence and embracing it was an important seed that has finally sprouted, and of course @sailforvalinor and your digital fast gives me a sense of community even as we're both away from our devices. I'll also say that in-person life has been more fun and interesting lately, and I like being able to engage more fully with it. I love the chrumblr and fandom communities on here, and with God's help I'm finding a rhythm that gives me the best of both worlds, and keeps me healthy.

[kiraqueendom]

I've always been fond of the idea of waking up and having the first thing I'm aware of be the smell of him, and the feeling of his arms wrapped tight around me while he keeps sleeping. Brushing his hair out of his face and pressing gentle kisses to his forehead, only to see him snuggle closer into my chest.

[mangopit]

"guys we're so screwed" "democracy is dead" girl we've BEEN screwed. it's BEEN dead. if you're only feeling it now, i'm afraid you haven't been paying enough attention. however that doesn't mean the progress we've made so far wasn't progress, nor that the fight ends here just because it feels harder now. we've all had our own worst day ever and we all lived through it. don't lump me in with your hopeless, doomer ass statements. feel what you feel and take all the time you need, but if you're not gonna use your grief or anger or dread or whatever to fuel you into making actual change, be it big or small, then stop projecting your debilitation onto people who have never had a choice but to fight for a better life for themselves and the ones they love. if you're not going to partake, the least you could do is to stop giving up a fight that doesn't even belong to you.

[daydreamoftheendless]

catching up with bell’s hells this week, prepare to be sick of me

[randomnotebookthoughts]

I am truly a giggler. A laugher. A chuckler. Just somewhere in the background snickering.

[bitchapalooza]

Kinda curious about something. I wonder if I played strangely as a kid. Cuz I looked back at how *I* played vs how my friend played and how uncomfortable it felt playing the way my friend did. I liked silently playing where I voiced my toys in my head. My friend talked for them out loud (when we weren't playing together).

[teddybeartoji]

toji secretly loves the princess bride . fact.

[star-struck09]

I can’t wait to wake up at 3 AM to get a cup of water and we start late night dancing in the kitchen instead.

[wexhappyxfew]

kennedy and bucky, lying side by side in that cramped, wooden bunk, for once - not bickering, not trying to tease or joke or make fun with - simply watching one another in that quiet adornment that happens when you’re just beyond exhausted and worn but simply just happy that you’re able to be here with your person 😭

[yellowsugarwords]

i bleed, and then i drown

— six word poem