#guys it’s ROTTING

[quidam-sirenae]

The nice thing is no matter how many photos I post from my trip I’m in a new place every night so you can’t find me (also rare lettuce face reveal)

Anyway what I’ve learned is I was literally meant to live in a manor house and be filthy rich and spend all my time studying classics (mostly I was meant to be filthy rich I think and it’s homophobic I’m not) and also that compared to the rest of my group I travel REALLY lavish. I’m like “I think I might go find a laundromat” and “oh tonight I might grab something to eat at a local pub” and this is quite odd to them who are cooking for themselves and washing their own clothes on vacation which is really what is odd to me.

Since the journey is so long everyday and I get very carsick I’ve had hardly any time to study welsh which is very disappointing since I bought a grammar book and it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Also my suitcase broke but everything in life is transitory so it matters not at all. I might buy a new one soon. Tea here tastes Bad. It is very herbal and not at all spiced for me who is a lover of Asian teas. Perhaps I will try a couple of teas and maybe I will find one I like. Right now we are out in the country in the middle of nowhere which is not super fun since I am forced to do my own laundry and eat food from tesco but soon we will be in a city and I can be as spendy as I want (pay someone to do my laundry, eat food not from tesco). I am very excited to be with my family again despite the fact that this is quite fun because there is one woman in our group that makes us seem like the stereotypical Americans and we all just kinda scoot away from her when she does that but she’s also very nice and keeps lending my one pound coins because I cannot get the atms to work here and I will try again when I’m in a city.

I met a very nice lady yesterday who complained about the nhs for a while and then asked me and the other girl from my group how healthcare was in America. We both immediately went off on our medical bills that we’re still paying off and how annoying it is and how much it costs to go in for a visit so we’re still just hoping so and so problem goes away and she asked some questions about how it worked and then stared at us with her mouth open and said “I’m never complaining about the nhs again”. She said that the labor party might fix up the nhs while they’re in power which is what she’s hoping for. I forgot how the nhs worked and asked how much she paid for healthcare and she said “nothing.” And that was very surreal I have a 700$ bill that luckily got subsidized from 3000$ by my insurance but I’m not allowed to have any medical emergencies for the next few years because I can’t afford them. Anyway I didn’t know the healthcare system in Britain was so good. I know she complained about it and it’s far from perfect but wow imagine not paying for healthcare.

This is a very long explanation of my life and I’m going to go eat breakfast now.

[chloesimaginationthings]

“I assure you Mike, it's still me”

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on a chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

[notnotravenpond]

going through divorce with the entity in my head

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Imagine getting absolutely railed by Sukuna and Uraume being there kneeling down by your face and holding your hand. They’re just knelt by your side talking you through it, gently praising you and stroking your cheek as you’re ragdolled on Sukuna’s cock <3

They’d call you a good little pet for being so pliant for Lord Sukuna. Stroking your hair and never truly touching you directly, but they’d give you their fingers to suck on when you got too noisy. Seeming almost indifferent about it but the way their fingers were jammed down your throat told another story. The way that their other hand was occupied underneath their robes and their eyes were pinched a little bit in either concentration or pleasure…

[cigarettefawn]

there is beauty in sadness.

[cherubxkisses]

so like, as a feminist- do you think this is normal? that you feel rage about your feminist movie not winning an oscar??? while you stay silent about the women in gaza having to use tent scraps as period products, having forced miscarriages, having c-sections without anesthesia, being sexually harassed, being abused, AND being killed???? is the occupation’s mistreatment of women in Palestine not a valid enough feminist issue for you?

[cinnamon-flame]

Piou piou!

[scarylarry376]

bobby is my fav omg

cross posted on tiktok -> here

[emetitur]

guy with some issues

[chloesimaginationthings]

A little random but I love how when you drew Michael with Ennard inside him you could see the wires in his neck/chest and now we can see stitches in the same place :)

I’M GLAD you noticed that! Cause it is on purpose!

[simonbrain]

to the person who wanted a continuation of soapgaz from this, here you go <3

truthfully, you weren't that mad at johnny.

yes, it hurt, but could you fully blame him? he looked like he was getting his brain fucked out of his head, having no choice but to take the cruel thrusts his lieutenant was laying on him. you swear he slurred out a few apologies before simon stuck his fingers in the poor man's open, drooling mouth, and then you couldn't process anything other than your tears and the overwhelming urge to kick simon's head in.

but just because you weren't too pissed at johnny, that didn't mean the other two members of the team were okay with it. after all, this was his punishment just as much as simon's. what good would it be if he got away with every little thing he did?

"take good care of him, will ya?" price hums, patting kyle's back. the latter nods obediently and mutters a hoarse yessir, already eager to get his hands on the bastard and ruin him.

—

johnny doesn't know how long they've been at it; he only remembers kyle giving him a very brief, sweet kiss before he was pushed down on the bed and his pants were being tugged off, long forgotten on the floor of kyle's room.

"garrick, fuck—" he wheezes, fighting against the urge to roll his hips up. he received a slap to his cock along with a harsh hair pull when he first tried that and had no choice but to take kyle's snarled warning to heart. fuck, he's sweating so much, globs of pre-cum and lube creating a filthy, sticky mess all over his lap and the bed as kyle works his hands over his weeping cock.

"can't keep it in your pants, eh? jus' had to let this cock o'yours think for you," kyle teases, drinking in the way it twitches and spills in his hands. "and you upset the poor bird—sweet thing was all dewy-eyed. that what you were going for, tavish?"

before johnny can deny his words, the fist that holds his cock in an iron grip begins gliding up and down, and he just about chokes at the feeling of kyle's palm sliding over his sensitive tip.

"c— cannae take it, garrick, please—"

"i asked you a question."

"nae, for fucks sake!" johnny cries, letting out a pitiful little whine when the latter squeezes tight, almost too painful for him to handle. he whimpers out a soft sorry and grits his teeth when kyle clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

"behave. should be thankful 's me and not the cap, or even ghost." kyle huffs, loosening his grip just a little. "better hope he's nice to you at training tomorrow after his lil meeting with the captain."

tears clump johnny's eyelashes together as he's denied yet another orgasm, thighs shaking and chest heaving when kyle removes his hands right before he can peak, cock twitching uncontrollably on his belly. "'m sorry, kyle, jus' wanna cum," he groans, loud and unabashed. his hands itch to grab onto the other, but he's not allowed to touch, so he settles for putting on a pathetic display of rolling his hips, poor cock bouncing against him. the movement feels good, but it's not enough, and he swears he'll get himself off if kyle denies him again.

"you solid?" kyle's sweet voice melts away the heavy feelings swirling in johnny's chest, and he nods, forcing his hips to still. "need words, mactavish."

"i'm fine." johnny musters up what he hopes is an acceptable answer, not keen on being edged any longer.

kyle hums, sliding his hand over johnny's thighs, eyes trailing down appreciatively at the mess they've made. "i could let you cum, but..." he sucks in a breath—at the same time, johnny lets out a soft groan, warm hands working his cock again. "i'm a bit offended, soap. was i not good enough last time we shagged? is that why you went after ghost?"

"yer wrong, gaz, it isnae my fault—"

"shut it," kyle snaps, squeezing a fist around the head, fluids coating his hand as johnny thrashes against the bed. "i thought i was a good lay, apparently not. or are you that much of a slag?" kyle croons condescendingly, chuckling lowly at the sounds tearing through the other's throat and the desperate shakes of his head, denying it.

his poor cock's not helping his case, though. it throbs intensely at the dirty words and drips all over kyle's pretty hands, balls aching for release.

"is that it, johnny?" he purrs lowly, sliding up next to johnny on the bed, hand still wrapped tightly around his cock. he leans down to kiss him, swallowing all the sweet little sounds spilling out johnny's mouth. his hand moves a little faster, granting the smallest amount of relief, but it's just not enough.

when they break apart, johnny grits out his denial. he knew that simon had a sweet thing at home, but he was told that she was okay with it. he's not totally at fault; it's all simon.

gaz just tuts when he attempts to explain.

(johnny does feel guilty, though; he didn't stop his lieutenant from ravaging him right in front of you or shy away from your gaze. in fact, he became even more shameless, shoving his hips back and whining out barely coherent apologies. he hopes you'll let him make it up to you properly some day. preferably between your legs.)

"nah, i think you're jus' greedy. is it cause i'm not taken? that why you said yes to ghost?" kyle huffs, cruelly twisting his fist around the head of johnny's cock. the pretty smile on his face sharpens into something mean at the broken sob he gets in return.

johnny doesn't know anything anymore; he can't even decipher left from right. all he can process is kyle lifting his hand off a second too late and the unsatisfying feeling of a ruined orgasm rolling over him in ferocious waves, not nearly enough to satiate him for even a moment.

kyle shushes his heavy sobs, whispers promises that he'll let him cum next time as he slides down the bed, and picks his sensitive cock back up. this time, kyle actually puts his mouth on him, searing hot and so soft, and johnny's seeing white.

[sinnashuart]

"You remember how we met?"

[lwri00]

[liquid-purple]

Architect of the Downpour

Boyfriend told me to post this sketch page here. Rain world on my mind and I’m infatuated with this tragic bastard

[cigarettefawn]

౨ i’m the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean? ৎ