#dj khalid voice “another one”

[charleslelurk]

clothed sex/dryhumping for nortrell or carlando? ^^ i hope your hellish work shifts pass quickly! x

Thank you!!

Carlando + dry humping

from here

This takes place after the Mexico City GP this year

"Lando, Lando, you cannot put your hand in my pants in public," Carlos pants, grabbing Lando's wrist as he fumbles with Carlos's belt buckle. 

Lando whines and presses his face into the side of Carlos's neck where he feels his lips mouthing at the skin. He tilts his head, making it easier for Lando, before remembering himself and glancing around the club. They're to the side, at the mouth of a hallway, no one turned towards them, but Carlos is wary of phones and eyes. He already knows they will be boarding the plane tomorrow hungover and on zero sleep; they don't need to add a PR scandal for both of their teams to how hellish tomorrow will be after this celebration. They're too many drinks into the night, dopey drunk and on the cusp of being too intoxicated.

Lando's breath hitches loudly in Carlos's ear, drawing him back to how Lando is pressed into him, like he's going to meld his body into Carlos's and become one. 

"Landito," he says, a warning note in his voice. "Not here." But he makes no move to push Lando away, still likes the feeling of Lando and his wet mouth pressed against him.

Lando breaths against the spit-slick skin of Carlos's neck. "Carloooooos. But–" And Lando's hips press against Carlos's thigh, his half hard cock suddenly apparent, "I need it." He rocks his hips, slowly humping Carlos's leg. 

"Keep it in your pants," Carlos tells him quietly, even as he holds Lando's hips loosely. If he tightened his grip, he could make Lando stop. He doesn't. 

"It is," Lando says, panting. 

"¿Qué?" Carlos finally dips his head to look down at Lando and stop scouring the room for wandering eyes. 

"In my pants."

Carlos almost rolls his eyes, but it is hot how Lando is just rutting against his thigh, small pushes of his hips against Carlos. He slides his hands up to the small of Lando's back and pulls him closer. After all, Carlos won today–proved for one last time that he belonged on Ferrari these past four years–and has left them with a last memory of his achievements… he deserves to break some rules. And Lando feels so good against his side, just perfect and right. 

Carlos dips his head to put his lips beside Lando's ear. "Do you think you could come? Like this?" 

Lando shivers a little, pressing his cock harder into the muscle of Carlos's thigh. "Fuck, maybe."

"Try."

Lando makes a noise in his throat and rocks his hips rhythmically. Carlos's lips are still beside Lando's ear, and he mouths at the shell of it before taking Lando's earlobe in his teeth, biting daintily. Lando's breath hitches and his hips jerk sharply into him. Carlos continues licking Lando's ear, exploring the folds of it with his tongue, occasionally whispering little nothings. 

"C'mon, Cariño," Carlos whispers, sliding his hands down to yank Lando sharply closer by his ass. "It's so hot, it's so good." Carlos is hard in his slacks, is going to have to jerk off in the bathroom once Lando comes, or maybe he'll drag Lando to the bathroom too. 

Lando is making little hitching noises in his throat, sounds that Carlos knows mean he is close. He wetly parts his lips. "I–I need…"

"What do you need?" Carlos asks, just loud enough to be heard over the music. 

Lando gasps into Carlos's neck at his next thrust, and doesn't answer. Carlos grips his ass harder, then moves one hand up to his own face and spits on his fingers before slipping it down the back of Lando's loose jeans. He feels Lando's breath quicken as Carlos blindly navigates to the crease between Lando's cheeks and slips just the tip of his finger into his hole. 

Lando comes with a gasp, hips stilling for a moment against Carlos before thrusting jerkily as he works himself through it. Carlos pulls his face back to find Lando's and kisses him as he comes, until Lando breaks it to breathe, pressing his forehead forwards into Carlos's cheek. 

Lando says something Carlos can't hear. 

"What?"

Lando lifts his head. "So I couldn't put my hand down your pants, but you–"

Carlos shuts him up with a quick kiss.

[snorpdawg]

Autistic Headcanons: Snorpington “Snorpy” Fizzlebean (Bugsnax, 2020)

“I apologize for dragging you into this mess again. I would take care of this issue myself if I weren’t so spindly and reclusive.”

[bl00dypalace]

A corpse... should be left well alone. Oh, I know very well how the secrets beckon so sweetly. Only an honest death will cure you now. Liberate you from your wild curiosity.

Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower

[stegulus]

blind.

"Without light, there is darkness. But without darkness, there is nothing. We sit, upon our tiny spinning ball of dirt, desperately building our own tiny suns, our own illuminating shelters from the truth of existence, clustering around them like insects, never realizing that they rob us of the revelations that come… in the dark. That our wretched eyes bind us to this grotesque world in which we live."

the others

[stashbob]

sits up straight at 1 am. I need another old west character stat

[eyk-hetaart]

Second Hetalia Variant Cover: Germany

[nepotisim]

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[parcai]

hi wanted to say i finally started trc 🥳🥳 on the dream thrives rn SO GOOD AHHHH forever thankful for succumbing to the influence of your trc posting…

WOOOOOOO SNAP SNAP

[hehosts-moved]

❝ you don't get a lot of time off, do you? ❞ another checkup. she's worried about ren's liver, it seems. the most fatty thing about him. all the drinking, he imagines. the smoking doesn't help, but his lungs seem oddly fine. ❝ ... when you're not working, ❞ he prompts, lifting his shirt for her to press the cold stethoscope against his chest, ❝ what do you do? ❞ // * @piliyi !!

[bankaizen]

another fuckin half-elf warlock!!!

[novacorpsrecruit]

I like when I see another one of my old hs friends coming out because it’s like ,,, yeah ok this makes sense

[primordyalsoul]

Eyes widening, air drawn in a sharp breath — she's quiet as arms wrap around her and pull her closer, tension lingering in stiff muscles before she let's out a barely-there sigh. Here is the consumption of a heart unloved : the shock unwinds itself slowly but she stands there, stunned, arms hanging limply at her sides at a loss of what to do. Their body is warm ; it spreads into her own cold self, lingering in pink cheeks and fluctuating heart. When they leave it will be cold again. How does one hold another ? What is she supposed to do ?

Has she ever been touched in such a gentle manner ? To remember draws up blanks, but her voice is soft when she at last speaks.

❝. . .What is this for ? ❞ 

[lydiaalin]

[dj khalid voice] another one (wip)

[melonlthawne]

**dj khalid voice** another one.

Mel and her sunshine and moonshine. (Throwing owen to the wolves again whoops)

[spicy-cannoli]

DJ Khalid voice: another one

Ness infodumping seems to be everyone's headcanon so here's some more, this time with an actual ep of film theory as the text (more on that under the cut) Dreamtheory ftw this crack ship is my life atm

Commissions link under cut + references!

YES I ADDED THE THEORISTS COLOURS ON HIS FIT YOU CANT STOP ME

film theory: Luke SHOULDN'T Destroy The Death Star (Star Wars)

thats the ep's name, and the text is as follows

-respective the Death Star was built using an entire galaxy's worth of resources, where there are thousands of inhabited planets and trillions of people. Corucant alone has over one trillion inhabitants. When you look at it that way and also that it took about 20 years to build, it’s actually not that bad, but while the cost of building the Death Star isn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of the galaxy, the cost of destroying the death star? Is something else entirely. When-

[letmebegaytodd]