#gotonations

[yume-fanfare]

actually. phone files most listened and yt most listened. how the hell did good luck babe rank that high oh my god.

[v-anrouge]

my bday is june 19 as a gift i accept edits of rook's card as fox beastmen btw /hj

[madwickedawesome]

i have reached an emotional state only going to a fine arts gallery can fix <///3

[littlegayassbitch]

the porn bots are sending asks now,............ what the fuck...... :(

[aweebeing]

Because one of the unicorns made a run for it

[bondilluns]

hundreds of seats on this train and world's most anoying group of preppy teenagers had to seat right in fron of me

[natalygrhol]

Adiós

Viniste sin pedir permiso, y te fuiste sin dar aviso...

Te encontré, acostado sobre el césped, con tus ojitos cerrados, como dormido.

Cuando decidimos despedirte , hasta el cielo lloro tu partida, con gotones de lluvia.

Me duele pensar que se repitió lo que quería evitar, pero me alivia sentir que al menos te hicimos feliz en tu estadía sobre este plano.

Natalia grhol

(En memoria de Lucho 14-10-2024)

[bigbreastclitlikepenisalso]

Benrey x goton is what I need in my life as a goateed chubby hairy ponytailed trans masc with insatiable thirst for the most mediocre pasty men on the planet

[praise-suns-and-chill]

Same.

the byleths are twins to me

[essentialthyme]

what if gatan goton comes out tomorrow and does the impossible

[raymbutan]

75 hits! (That way they keep going when your gone 🤭)

gotone of them counter apps so I can scroll and count

Good lord I don't even know how I'm gonna-

Fuck thank you sm >_<

This is gonna take me a while ... gosh

8:00 - 8:10 -> 8

8:10 - 8:20 -> 14

8:20 - 8:30 -> 21

8:30 - 8:40 -> 30

I think I keep hitting it but then forgetting to hit my counter as well so I'm like

Taking more than im counting

8:40 - 8:50 -> 40

8:50 - 9:00 -> 53

I can feel my brain fading away

9:00 - 9:10 -> 65

9:10 - 9:20 -> 75

Jesus

I can feel everythinggff g ggggf

Hmmbnmmmmm

Gunna cum do hard frkn this

[sangredetoro]

La práctica del escribir y plasmar la experiencia. Vertir las palabras como un vaso de agua formando un charco para no morir, para ser recuerdo.

En el tren pensaba en los stickers y estampitas plagados de dibujos peluche de animales con frases tales y como "Solo te amaré 3 veces: hoy, mañana y para siempre". Siempre me enternecieron o desarmaron, como elicitando una suavidad interior. Me recuerdan un estado del humano lejos de su oscuridad TragatierraDevoraUniversos, un lugar seguro donde existe la inocencia del querer por querer, del apreciar. Amor en estado puro sin metamorfosis libidinosas o interesadas.

Un espacio diferente separado por una membrana donde la humanidad se vuelve pequeñas criaturas animadas y juguetonas, lejos y sin saber de qué el otro lado está habitado por todos los lobos que alguna vez devoraron el sol.

Ya desconcertado por la música que emanaba de mis auriculares y el jugo de alma y cúrcuma que se evaporaba de mis poros gracias a fotones lejanos, divagaba en mis tripas mentales (desplazandome entre el lóbulo frontal y la amigadala exactamente) la coexistencia de Caín y Abel en la panza de cada hombre y mujer. Allí entre los restos de un guiso o una pizza los hermanos recreaban el dolor una y otra vez, la devoción y el amor, el asesinato y la sed sangrienta. El castigo enterrado siempre en un lugar entre el hígado, el intestino delgado y el estomago. La ternura infinita de la empatía, la de mí ser llorón que abraza el todo, y la veneración putrida-salvaje de la violencia.

Todos gruñimos entre lágrimas y gotones de sangre bruxados previamente.

Me levanté y fui succionado al andén por el vacío que se generó al abrir las puertas. Igual que el resto en la fila de hormigas.

Las calles de Retiro son una trompada seca para terminar de despertar de ese estado de somnolencia idiota post siesta: Apenas hice girar el molinete con mí cadera, apenas pise la calle, me arme de la caparazón, del escudo blindado. Mostraba los dientes y fruncía el seño usando el amplio espesor masculino de mis cejas. Empareje mí caminar, hasta ese momento chueco por un golpe en mí dedo meñique derecho.

(1/2)

[nautiscarader]

Kim/Ron - kink#24

(that is "correcting each other's technique, but I put a little twist on it)

Ron let out a pleasant moan, his voice quivering while his hand gently brushed Kim's hair, her head gently bobbing with his cock in her mouth.

But that was just a prelude to the real pleasure that made him reach higher octaves, when the redhead stopped just using her mouth as a second pussy and used her tongue to lick and caress the length she has been worshipping.

Ron wished he could brag about how good his girlfriend - already a perfect student anfd superheroine - was at performing oral, her technique of tonguecraft so well, it made him sank deeper and deeper into the couch-

And then he realised she's made a mistake.

"Uh, Kim?", he addressed her, gently patting her head.

"What's wrong?", she asked, looking up.

"You've made spelling mistake."

The two remained locked in the awkward position, Kim's looks getting more and more quizzical.

"What?"

"You were doing the thing with your tongue, where you traced the shape of letters, and you've misspelled 'received'. I before E and all that. "

Kim blinked, looking at her boyfriend nonchalantly saying the most bizarre mood-breaking thing in history.

"But I got most of your message, so-"

"Ronald.", she interrupted him, "Do you really think I goton my knees and sucked your cock to send you some coded love letter?"

It took Ron a moment to reply.

"Yes….?"

Kim's reply was swift. She jumped into his laps and pushed him back, straddling his head.

"Well, okay then, mister secret agent. Start replying.", and she sat on his face, eagerly awaiting his message.

[libra-ries]

Gatan goton gatan goton

[wearedailypoets]

Let me tell you a story

I tell you things I didn't mean to share and I don't know if it's because you ask leading questions or if you've got...

I tell you things I didn’t meanto share and I don’t know if it’s because you ask leadingquestions or if you’ve gotone of those facesor if I’m at the stateof tired where my filterfor stop talking, they don’t careabout all the detailsis worn away

[inseparableduo]

"gatan goton gatan goton gatan goton gatan goton ton"

"shushushu shu shuta shubi dedeen ho zudoon! dokaan jaan!"