#god i love old men
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to absolutely no one's surprise hugh jackman is now finally old enough for me to start finding him attractive lmao like for years I just really enjoyed him as an actor yet always saw him as the quintessential Generic Handsome Man™ but now that he's in his 50s my brain has finally decided that he's been cooking long enough to make me go oh. oh hello 👀
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dorky nerd art or smth
click 2 view bett(y)er hheehe
bright orange char belongs to my friend tealover!!!!
#artwork#adventure time#fionna and cake#simon petrikov#betty grof#adventure time simon#adventure time betty#ice king#lethal company#self ship#god i love old men
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In case anyone wants to know, Abelard is AT LEAST 150-200 years old according to this dialogue.
(closer to 250 in my opinion)
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here's the old fat man my beloved 🫶
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👀 give me a pic of that old man
THAT OLD MAN YOU SAY?!
Dude I’ve been crying about these sets for the whole past week because I have never seen a man look so beautiful in the light of the fire with those pretty blue eyes and his look of utter emptiness. I just think he’s the most beautiful man in the world honestly like good christ but I need to hold him
… but PORQUE NO LOS DOS?
You get a freebie of RDA looking awfully handsome and cute as well because oh my god oh jesus christ that is a beautiful old man oh my gosh oh my goodness
#also this doubles as lady terror’s dad when he finds out she and francis are gonna get married#… no there’s nothing wrong with me that I’m actually sexually attracted to him too what of it#francis crozier#jared harris#richard dean anderson#I JUST!!!!!!���💖💖💖#god I love old men
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Jawan
was soooooooooooooooo good. I absolutely loved it. It was amazing seeing all the women kicking ass and fighting. I also liked the story and message of the film. King Khan supremacy, everyone else can go the fuck home because you will NEVER be him.
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cowboy coran.
#god i love old men#art#fanart#my artwork#voltron#vld#voltron legendary defender#digital fanart#voltron coran#coran hieronymus wimbleton smythe#sherriff#cowboy art#cowboy#cowboy hat#cowboy coran#sherriff coran#horse#see are you guys proud i drew a horse#isnt that like. peak artist or smth
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Ok its finally time to work on my Halsin fic I say as I glance over at the notepad filled with notes on a Zevlor fic I haven't even started
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this is already such an epic and amazing picture by itself
BUT ALSO!!
SCREAMS
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truly nothing better than being an old man enjoyer
#especially when they’re in weird 80’s horror bullshit#it’s like Christmas for me#god I love old men#riot talks
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oh my god yay i get to make gifs of my 5th husband Curt
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Cant stop thinking about how hot tommy was in the finding strings flashback I mean awooga or whatever the straight people say these days
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gross old men we are so fucking back
#god i fucking love these old men#stanford pines#stanley pines#logan howlett#poolverine#billford#deadpool and wolverine#gravity falls#stanchez#rick sanchez#by extension#im not over stanchez sorry#gross old men#old man yaoi
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"A lie?" "An error."
Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country
#[in the bitchiest tone imaginable] 🙄 mr. scott.#thank fucking god you finally get what i mean mr. scott#worst boss imaginable (they all love him so much)#also spock's silver eyeshadow is on point in this scene#i love them they're such Old Men#my sillies#more of their friendship please thank you#my posts#my gifs#st#tos#star trek tos#star trek the original series#spock#the undiscovered country#star trek the undiscovered country#s'chn t'gai spock#mr spock#captain spock#scotty#mr scott#tos spock#tos scotty#spirk#mcspirk#k/s
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Plz go watch Kaos on Netflix gang 😭
#kaos#kaos netflix#prometheus#Prometheus Kaos#plz gang it’s so tumblr 😭#the old men are in love and tragic#gay media#lgbt tv#Netflix#I can only apologise for my lack of ability to gif#greek mythology#greek gods#Percy Jackson#Rick Riordan#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#pjo hoo toa#kaos spoilers
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Sage hear me out...
Divorced dilf art who calls his younger gf mommy
art stays cooped up in the house all day—everyday—when you’re out at your hot new job.
he thinks about all the guys your age who probably ogle you and try to make passes at you, not knowing that you’ve got a man pushing 40 waiting at home for you with dinner and a pair of warm, strong open arms.
sigh.
when you do get home, he’s there to greet you (as always). he walks over and holds you close; kissing your cheek, and then your lips and your neck. each one soft and sweet and attempting to wipe your mind of any flirtation from younger men that you may or may not have endured throughout the afternoon.
“hi,” he whispers, and you slide your fingertips down his lower back, making him tremble like a wet kitten.
“hey, baby,” you hum in return. you’re shorter than him, and so when he leans his weight into you his forehead naturally falls into your shoulder. he smells like warmth and outdated cologne and need.
he mouths at your neck in the next moment, his hands sliding to lovingly cup your waist, “i missed you so much.. can i have you now?” he breathes out, his voice shaking and pleading. you feel something thick and warm press into your hip from inside his sweatpants.
and you chuckle and shake your head. he bites his bottom lip to stifle a petulant whimper.
“i missed you too,” you nip at his ear, “but i need you to use your manners if you want something from me.”
he stiffens for a moment before he stumbles forward a bit, taking you with him and gently pushing your back up against the door. “i’m sorry.”
the apology spills from his lips with an earnest desire to make his obedience known. he’d never want to disappoint you. you’re all he has these days.
“can i… can i please have you now?”
a breath. a shake of your head. a rock of his hips against your body followed by a sorrowful, begging moan.
“no?” he shifts against you, his body aching for yours.
“you’re forgetting something, Art.”
it only takes a moment for him to process your words before he’s mumbling a slurry of “i’m so sorry”s into your neck. but apologies only go so far, don’t they? he needs to correct his behavior. he needs to show you that he knows what you want from him.
“please…” he whispers, “please, mommy..”
the honorific rolls off his tongue like honey, heavy and sweet. it hangs in the air between you two and then you let out a low chuckle, “much better.”
“mommy,” he breathes out again, his erection involuntarily pulsing against your body through his clothes, “mommy, mommy, mommy—ngh“
his tone grows more desperate with each mumbling of the word; higher in pitch and more urgent. your hands move up to stroke his short blonde hair, and then you whisper into his ear.
“what do you want?”
god, what doesn’t he want? he wants your hand down his pants, your perfect cunt wrapped around his unworthy cock, your mouth, your lips, your tits. everything.
but he knows you. he knows that this is a trick question. you’re phrasing it like you’re going to give him something, a treat—a reward, but it’s a bit of a trap.
there’s a right and a wrong answer here. pick the wrong one, and he’s in for a night of painful orgasm denial (coupled with a ruined one to end the evening).
but luckily, art is smart. he knows what you want to hear.
“i.. i wanna eat mommy out.”
you pull back gently from him; and judging by the look that spreads over your face when he says that, he picked the right response.
you smile, and then your hands slide from his hair to his shoulders. in an instant, art finds himself being pushed down to the floor in front of you. he can’t help but scoot forward and shove his boner against your ankle, rutting himself into your soft skin as he dribbles precome in his briefs.
you lean back against the door, hiking up your skirt, before you’re looking down to him expectantly.
“don’t make me do all the work, baby,” you practically purr.
art’s hands scramble up your thighs to your panties, which he peels off of your sticky core with wide eyes, letting the thin fabric garment fall to pool at your heels. you giggle.
you kick them off to the side, feeling your boyfriend’s hands clutched around your legs. you sling a leg over his left shoulder, spreading your folds for him to see, and he wastes no time in parting his lips and engulfing your heat with his mouth.
you groan, letting your head loll back, and you move your fingers—letting them wander to the back of his hair once more to push his face further against you. you grind on his eager tongue, feeling him flick it over your clit as he whimpers and suckles. what a slut.
his baby blues look up to you with weighted lids, lapping at your cunt like it’s something he’s been starved of for years. his pupils dilate intensely as he stares up at you like you’re a god; something holy and unreal. and when you shake over his mouth’s ministrations, getting close, he lets out a long, drawn-out whine into your core.
he’s murmuring something that sends vibrations up your spine from the coil deep in your gut. it’s hard to make anything out when he’s drowning in you and loving it, but you can decipher bits and pieces.
“please, mommy”
“come in my mouth, mommy”
“give it all to me, mommy”
“i can take it, mommy”
you’re everything he’s ever dreamt about. you bend his perception of time and space and reason and logic. how could a sweet, beautiful, young thing like you ever want a washed-up, older athlete like him?
he prays that you don’t only like him for his money, and then he closes his eyes and mouths at your sensitive bud. he drools all over it like a sick dog, his brows pinching up as he moans out incoherent pleas for you to finish.
and holy fuck, you come hard.
a strangled cry jolts out of you as your back arches, mixing with a helpless sob from art, and then you absolutely soak his tongue with your juices. it gushes all over his face and he swallows as fast as he can; hell, he nearly chokes on it.
“ffffuck! art! oh my god, good boy, good boy, such a good boy!”
you rock over him until your orgasm recedes, and you pull his head back from you shakily by your tender hold on his hair. strings of your slick cling to the lower half of his face and the tip of his nose; a lewd squelch echoing out as he’s forcefully disconnected from your body. a dazed smile graces your lips and you peer down to watch as art’s hips shake against the hardwood floor and a dark stain appears at the front of his sweats. it’s a pathetic sight, really.
but you watch him moan softly and keep his gaze trained on you as he wipes his chin messily with the back of his hand.
“was i good?” he whispers, like he’ll cry if you say no.
he needs to hear you say it when he’s not lost in the throes of your climax.
your chest is still heaving while you try to slow your labored breaths, but you lean down anyways and meet his lips with yours. you taste yourself on his tongue. he shudders and winces.
you pull back, your bottom lip brushing his.
“so good, baby..”
art kisses the corner of your mouth softly, just once. he’s melting into you.
he loves you. but he swallows that down for now. he opts to murmur out something that’ll sum up everything he feels in a more palatable manner. something that makes him seem less desperate to keep you all to himself for as long as you can tolerate him.
something that he’s earnestly dying to say.
something that he knows you deserve to hear.
“thank you.”
#🌸 - ask prompts#💌 - mutuals#WHOOAA i wrote too much#but angelll ???#ooh my god i’m srry this is late by a couple days but good god i’m eating it up#i love the concept of domming older men#like yea fuck u i own u old man ! now open ur wallet and gimme 20 bucks !#(and then the old man in question is like only 40)#art donaldson smut#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson fic
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