I'm like paul blart but instead of sugar I need to see new pics of dream or I'll pass out
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laying on reiner’s chest just sobbing as he fingers you so harddd :(( he’s pressing kisses to your forehead, muttering little “i know’s” to you in the most soothing voice. he thinks it’s so cute how youre searching for comfort in the person who’s disrupting it. your tears wet his shirt and your arms are pinned to your back by one of reiner’s beefy arms. he’s pressing you so hard against him, easing your squirming. his fingers constantly press at your cervix, reaching deeper than you ever could. the stretch hurts to bad but feels so good. your clit bumps against reiner’s hip. you can feel everything and nothing all at once, your mind going so hazy you can’t even see straight. you’re just sobbing n droolin alll over his chest, letting reiner do whatever he wants to you.
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one of the funniest things about show!wesper is that at first, Wylan is this poor, dirty kid from the barrel, but Jesper doesn't care because he loves him. then Jesper eventually finds out that his boyfriend is actually stupid rich and he accidentally found a sugar daddy
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Them fighting: (what they think they look like)
Vs them "fighting" (the most childish hair pulling ever)
It's a wonder anyone takes these morons seriously (I say as if I don't over analyze every moment they breath in the others direction)
Also it's very important to me that people keep including this whenever they talk about the minhkhoa saving Bruce's crazy ass from jumping off a building as Minhkhoa just let's him slide on the wet rooftop ground like that after landing.
They would've fucked if robin wasn't there. Yes in the rain. Yes with the masks and suit on-
But since they can't have disgusting sex in the rain and make out they resort to...well this...
I love this one image so much y'all don't even know, I wanna print it out and stick it in my room.
He's angry cause his husband doesn't let him do anything fun
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I like the song Sugar in my coffee because coffee is something that I haven't tried, but I have the feeling that I wouldn't like it, but also because it feels like a story about asexuality in a way. Like, the guy doesn't like coffee, but meets a "coffee guy" that calls them a child because they says that they are more of a hot chocolate guy themselves. The coffee guy drives the other to his coffee warehouse because surely his coffee will make them change their taste. Before they drinks it the singer is like: Yes, this is it, I'll be able to relate to other people about this and talk about it. They hate it. I don't think I have to explain what my brain understood in this song. (I know that he goes by they/he, but in the song the other is referred only as he, so I only used they to make sure it was easy to undertand who I was talking about every time).
I thought about searching the song in google before posting this and this is the third thing that shows up:
So yes, I was right.
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Have you ever noticed how Vessel has never actually said the words "I love you"? Like. He says it many, many times - each breath he takes is a confession - but he has never said it.
It's always "my love is / as (...)", "I'm full of the love you want", "like lovers", "your love", "(...) falling in love with me". The closest we get is "I made loving you (...)". Which still isn't quite the same as saying I love you.
It's almost like he needs to put some sort of barrier between what he feels and what he knows it's the truth to lessen the blow. Because he does love them, and will continue to do so, forevermore. No matter the cost of rain, through death. He's theirs unconditionally, even if it hurts him, right?
But they don't feel the same. He knows that. He begs for it, for them to fall for him, to take a bite, show him what it's like.
Vessel knows that they want his love, companionship, worship, whatever you want to call it, the way a wolf wants its prey. He knows that they keep him around, keep pretending to be falling in love with him, merely as play thing, a means to an end. He knows all of this and keeps loving anyway, knowing that his love doesn't matter.
You don't really love,
you just hate to be alone.
Because hiding behind big, fancy, flourished phrases like "I'll live like I've got missing limbs for you", and "My arms belong around you", and "We go beyond the farthest reaches", and -
And you know I'll be yours
Just want to be worth it
I will run like the wind till you follow me again
- is much easier than to admit the very simple and pathetic three-worded truth, knowing it is not reciprocated. Not anymore at least (if ever).
If what they say is "Nothing is forever", then what makes love the exception?
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