#fucking GOLF

[maxz-b]

fumbling a bad bitch but I keep fumbling so much it turns into juggling before she will inevitably hit the ground as I flail. sighs this is part 25/???

[nando161mando]

[ciralincixx]

i am right

[camelliasinensis81]

As someone who only votes based on the candidates’ golf game, I am so happy that this debate catered to my most important issue!

[hobgobknowsbest]

credit to @icarusxxrising 🖤🖤🖤

[evilherehotel]

the parallels guys. the Parallels

+ nickel nd coiny designs

[jellyaibo]

closed species are so funny like what if i just make a design . will you fucking stop me? ooooOOoooo ill make a primagen oooOOoO THE PENCIL IS ON MY PAAAAPER OOOOoooOoOOo

[strwbrryfire]

[lichen-thr0pe]

[louferrignojrofficial]

‘i’m not that good at golf, but hey, nobody knows because my outfit looks sick. my belt, had to show y’all, got the glove… alright, pray for me.’

[acevity]

alright im giving yall some crumbs of something i started today, heres to hoping i can get the whole thing done or at least make this part look good !!!

[royaldollybox]

I be real with you text post meme enjoyer, it was hard making these because I was busy crying. But I made it, so here you go. The heart killers text posts part 10 ft. ep 10 (jesus christ we in dubble didgits now)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

+bonus (aka probs the closest I will get to actively criticizing this show)

[sunnydayaoe]

continuation of This

[Please don't tag as ship!]

[morganbritton132]

Eddie is live-streaming in his studio one night and Steve is sitting on the other end of the couch grading papers. Eddie stops what he’s saying mid-story to look at Steve.

Steve is busy and doesn’t notice him looking or the smile that passes over Eddie’s face that says he’s about to be annoying on purpose.

Eddie, choosing chaos: Hey, babe. Remember when I introduced you to Stevie Nicks and you threw up?

Steve, choosing violence: Remember that summer I coached softball and you were the ‘celebrity’ pitcher at our charity game?

Eddie, smile dropping immediately: Shut up, you agreed to never mention that again.

Steve: Did I? I don’t remember that. Wouldn’t it be a shame if one of your internet friends found that and showed everybody?

Eddie, narrowing his eyes: Well, no one got it on video so…

*less than an hour later*

Will posts a video filmed ten years ago of Eddie on the pitcher’s mound at the local baseball fields. He throws the ball. It goes straight into the ground three feet in front of him. Eddie just stares at it.

Meanwhile, in the background, you see the pixelated blob of Steve laughing so hard that he nearly falls over.

[naughtydogg]

this is too cute. chace is precious

[becca-e-barnes]

Thinking so much about clingy, mutually possessive, filthy sex and how much I just need that rn

The kind of sex where you and Bucky just can't feel close enough to each other. You physically can't get any closer than you are, his thick cock buried so deep inside you but you still need more of him. He has nothing left to give you and you're glad because if he was any longer, you wouldn't be able to take the rest.

You're panting against his neck, whining out your frustration each time he slides home into your warm, wet body. His own groans are low, rumbling from his throat and hanging in the humid air of the bedroom you share.

"You know I can't fucking resist you. I can't." Bucky moans, grasping one of your wrists, guiding it between your bodies, encouraging you to play with yourself while he fucks you.

"I can't say no to you. Fuck, I'm yours." You hardly hear what he's saying over the obscene, wet sounds of your body accommodating his.

Your fingertips rub against your slick clit and the sensation is almost too much. "You're mine." You whine against his neck, using your free hand to claw at his back, driving him impossibly closer to you.

There's something reassuring about the feeling of his skin on yours. It's hot and sweaty but it's so comforting being naked with him, enjoying the pleasure of each others' bodies. You don't feel vulnerable communicating your pleasure to him; you feel understood.

"I am." He groans, eyes fluttering shut, lost in the way your body clings to him. "All yours. And you're mine, aren't you? My good girl."

It's a relentless build up, each stroke taking you a little further than the last and at some point, the band just has to snap.

"I am." You whine, barely able to manage any more words than that.

"You feel like Heaven. You were made for me. This warm, tight little pussy fits me perfectly." His body still isn't close enough to you, not that there's any way you could physically feel more of him.

"You take me so well, you know that? You take every drop of cum and you still beg me for more. Fuckin' love it." Just the very mention of Bucky pumping his release into you makes your walls flutter, dreaming of the feeling of his thick load shooting into you.

"I can't last like this." You hear him mutter and you're almost glad because you're not far off either. "Can't last when I can see that pretty face." His eyes meet yours and he pulls you in for a kiss that stifles your moans for a few seconds.

"Bucky, please." You groan when he pulls back, rubbing yourself just a little too quickly now that you've gotten desperate.

"Go on sweetheart, let me feel you cum for me." It only takes a few more strokes for your high to take over, pleasure rippling through you in a way that leaves your legs shaking.

You almost miss the start of Bucky's release, given how distracted you are by your own but the unmistakable throbbing of him inside you tells you he's reached his own peak if his moans didn't give it away.