#i can't watch it without tearing up

[papayafiles]

"i would love to create the story and finish the story and everything with mclaren. i really would love that."

[yet-another-wlw-shipper]

I will find you every time(?)

(check all my Reverse 4 You edits)

[toastermelody]

Qualia sisters designs GO (ft shitty mockups of their donut designs)

[awakefor48hours]

ID in alt

alternatively

[prismatic-starstuff]

*blows a kiss somewhere in the general direction of the sky, and therefore space*

For HAL

[tankshaw]

I'm so excited (and so scared) for Sam and Darlin to have The Talk. Like it's so interesting because Darlin has been a wolf their whole life. Being a wolf is so integral to who they are as a person because it has shaped them so much. Not only would they lose their shfited form, but they'd lose their connection to the pack. Sure, they'd always be welcomed, but they'd lose the ability to shift, to talk to their packmates while shifted, to participate in pack runs the way they always have. They wouldn't be able to shift at all because their core would be replaced completely by a vampiric one. And would Sam even be willing to turn them? Would he ask someone else to do it? Could Darlin stand someone having That Much Power over them?

And then from a creating standpoint, we've already gotten a listener turned into a vampire. is erik gonna do that storyline again? ugh its so interesting.

[sudokuplayer]

i'm so angry and heartbroken and i think this is all i will ever be

[robinsnest2111]

thinking about Thorin and Bilbo, remembering Battle of the Five Armies and how that movie fucking destroyed me at the theater, had me trapped in an hour long crying and sobbing hellscape, tears and snot running down my face after it ended

[roger-paladino]

Screenshots from 8:11 that make me so gut wrenchingly sad

[theheroand]

:(((

[its-all-ineffable]

WITCHER CONTENT

I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE (FINAL) SEASON OMG!!!!!!

ALSO THEM TALKING ABOUT HENRY LEAVING AND HENRY'S SPEECH... I CRIED

[hidefdoritos]

working in fast food will give you eating disorders you’ve never even heard of

[falinscloaca]

RANKING (VAGUELY-)LEFTIST YOUTUBER #CANCELLATIONS ON A 2-AXIS GRAPH BASED ON THEIR "EXTREMETY OF THE #CANCELLED GRIEVANCE ITSELF" (i.e. did the single "event" merit that reaction blablabla) VERSUS "BROADER AURA OF DOOM, DESPAIR, ANGER, BEGRUDGEMENT, ET AL. PRIOR TO THE EVENT" (i.e. how much prior kindling there was for the #cancellation)

NUMBER O-

[seirosu]

what does your life look like -- without me there ?? without me there ?? do I still cross your mind -- without me there ?? without me there ??

is heaven all we thought it'd be ?? can you still hear my voice now ?? are you watching down on me ?? when all i see is stars ??

what does your life look like -- without me there ??

𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 .

[lumibuns-blog]

Most desperate things the 141 boys have done for sex because I can't stop thinking about it <3

John's begged for it. I mean on his hands and knees begging for a taste. I know this man is an avid pussy pronoun user too. He has been on his knees in front of you as you sit pretty on his couch, trailing kisses up your soft belly to your tits and then back down to your thighs.

"C'mon sweet girl lemme' 'ave a taste of 'er yeah? Know she fuckin' needs me hm? Just look at tha'" as he runs a thumb of the wetness that's seeped through you thin panties, just waiting for you to say the words and let him tear them off.

He knows if anybody else in the 141 or if any of his fellow soldiers could see him now, the Captain Price practically drooling over you and sweet talking your cunt like it could hear him they would have a fit. But he couldn't care less because you looked so fucking good right now so "just let 'er 'ave what she wants alright sweet thing?"

I just know Kyle has spent 70% of his last month's pay check on hotel room because the 5 star pent house suite was the only hotel room in your area left available during the holidays. He played it cool with an arm around your waist assuring you it was fine, acting like this was the room he wanted to get, not the one he was forced to have. But if he was being forced to do anything thank god it was spoiling you.

"Don't worry 'bout it love. Just make 'urself comfortable" He'll say in a sultry sweet tone, planting kisses up the side of your neck before excusing himself to the lavish bathroom to check his bank account. He had to make sure he still had enough to buy you a nice breakfast in the morning.

And you're already layed out so pretty for him on the bed so he's not complaining about anything. Especially not the mirror situated on the ceiling right above the bed. Oh and don't you dare suggest splitting the cost, "just split your legs for me hun, 's all ya need to do"

Johnny is eager, like so so eager. When a passionate make out session on your couch got even more heated than either of you had previously expected and he now had his fingers playing with the waistband of your skirt, letting his cold finger tips splay themselves just below. When he got to the hem of your panties and began to hook a finger into the lace you had to stop him,

"Johnny"

"Yea?" He was breathless, chasing your lips when you pulled away to talk. You almost felt bad for separating but if he was going to touch you, there was one request you needed to make. You had felt his nails drag across your thighs moments earlier, it felt wonderful but they were...a little long.

"Do ya nae want this hen?" He'd ask, looking at you like you were a piece of art. Pleading with his eyes, shining like they'd spill tears if you said yes.

"No, no I want this, I want you so so much. It's just..." you trailed off

"Tell me what's wrong bonnie and I'll fix it, yeah?" his hands kept you grounded to his lap either a soft grip on you ass.

"It's just- you're nails, they're a little long" your request was nothing more than whisper.

'Oh' Johnny knew he probably should have just asked for clippers, but you felt so damn good on his lap. He could feel your warm cunt through the zipper of his jeans and with your tits brushing against his chest he couldn't bring himself to move.

You watched in shock as he just began to just tear his nails off with his teeth. Without a second thought his pointer and middle finger nails were bit off to the skin. He paused and looked at his right hand before ripping off the index finger as well.

"Johnny what's gotten into you-?"

But he's already got his hands back down your skirt. Soft finger tips slipping between your folds. "Feel better now eh?" And when you just nuzzled your nose into his neck and let out a little whimper he chuckled "I'll take tha' as a yes"

Simon swallows his pride for the first time in his life for a chance at hitting it raw. You tell him it's okay to not use protection, that you're on birth control. But you needed to make sure that he didn't have any stds seeing as they're even more of a pain when you're on birth control. Not that you don't trust him you just want to make sure and it's not a problem for him seeing as he has to get tested every other week being in the military.

He doesn't, however, have his records on him at the moment and with a girl already lying in his bed telling him he can cum inside. Plus a raging hard on, he doesn't exactly feel like running back to base to get the paper work. So...next best thing.

"Price-"

"Rare for ya to call on leave Simon, whatchya need?" Price responds, his voice cracking through the face time call, a cigar dangling from his lips.

"Sir I need..." he looks back at you, your eyes expectant and shining. You wanted him and he wasn't going to fuck this up. "Can you send me a picture of my last med check results?" He rushes out the last part, elbow on his knee and hand dragging over his face.

Price quirks one eyebrow but doesn't look like he's going to ask any questions. Unlucky for Simon though, Johnny was also in the room. His voice distantly coming through the phone,

"The feck ya need those for l.t.?" He questioned

Simon just groaned, soap's addition to this call just made it even more frustrating. But he snapped out of his frustration at the sound of price opening his file cabinet. "What part?" Price asked, dismissing Johnny with a wave of his hand.

"The-" Simon began, this was fucking embarrassing but when he looked back to you, now perched on your hands and knees, the plush of you hips resting on your ankles, he'd do anything at this point. "STD results." He responded plainly.

"Aye! No fuckin' way mate!" The sound of a chair scraping the floor could be heard as Johnny began to clammer over to his captain who pulled the sheet from his files.

"Ya didn't tell me he was in the room" Simon growled

"Ya didn't ask" Price droned

Johnny's head popped into frame "show me what she looks like ey l.t?"

"Not happening" Simon deadpanned

"Aw c'monnnn" The sergeant whined "just proud of you for finally getting some action!"

"Enough." Simon could see you biting your lip to stifle a laugh out of the corner of his eyes, a curious look in your eyes at his reddened face.

"Sent a picture to ya Simon" Price huffed, letting Johnny give him one last "good luck!" Before hanging up the phone.

You were a mess of giggles as he just shook his head and shoved the phone results in your face for you to look at. "See. Clean."

"Okay okay" you giggled, finally letting his form eclipse you back onto the pillows

"Went through a hell of a lot of trouble for ya, sweet girl" he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear.

"I'll make it worth it" you said, kissing the corner of his lip and tangling your fingers in the back of his hair

"Christ woman" he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at your promise, "gunna' be the death a' me"

[attractthecrows]

man i'd really like for revallen to encounter the ghost of his father but with his skillset it's just not likely