#it's Dover for me

[the-uncanny-dag]

Jesus fucking Christ

[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ imagine riding cowboy!logan. 18+

logan loves how you look when you ride him, particularly tonight, watching his cowboy hat shake every time you slam down on him. he'd placed it upon your head the second you settled down on his cock.

his hands are planted on your hips, kneading the soft flesh there as he watches you pump up and down on his throbbing length. those calloused thumbs rub back and forth against your skin, a silent praise while his gaze through hooded lids remains fixated on you.

he watches, mesmerised, catching small glimpses of your flushed face beneath the hat. it suits you, he thinks, more than it does himself. logan can't quite make out your features underneath the shadow of the brim, but he can hear the moans that slip out each time you let yourself glide down onto him.

"that's it," he coos, "take what you want. . ."

you plant your hands on his fuzzy chest, attempting to gain some leverage as you lift yourself higher, trying to get him impossibly deeper.

"greedy lil' thing, aren't you?" logan groans, lifting his hips on your next fall to really drive into you, "yeah, just like that. . . fuck, you look so good up there for me."

your head spins with his praise, his compliments and you work yourself harder. you clamp around him, eyes fluttering closed as you raise your hand, placing it on the base of his hat to keep it steady on your head.

"c'mon, ride me," he rolls his hips, teasing you as if you're not already working yourself to the bone on his length, "ride me, pretty thing, get yourself off on my cock."

if he didn't feel so fucking good, you'd bite back at his teasing. gripping his hat, you tilt your head back and moan into the air, bouncing with practiced ease. you take him so well, your body remembering every throbbing vein and impressive length.

his eyes drift across your face as you expose it to him, your head tilted back with the moonlight illuminating your features finally. he grins, something about seeing your face twisted in pleasure while wearing his hat has his cock twitching inside you, watching you use him to cum. . .

he'd chase this sight forever, fuck you forever, if he could.

logan promptober day 6 - cowboy

[playwithmydarkestdemons]

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[artmolonara]

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[idettaglihere]

sabato mattina

[stephpanda]

Quello strano boost di confidence post-doccia

(Può essere che a breve le tolgo)

DO NOT REBLOG

[diariodiunadolcegattina]

Prima di tutto, ciao 👋🏻 Scusa se prendo te come esempio, ma tocca chiarire un paio di cosette 🙈

Parto dal dire che mi spiace se non vi rispondo in chat o se ogni tanto perdo qualche messaggio, ma come ho sempre detto io preferisco gli ask. Vi chiederete "perché questa gattina preferisce gli ask, invece che scriverci in privato e chiacchierare così?". Cerco di spiegarlo nel modo più semplice e chiaro possibile: i messaggi che ricevo sono tanti, da tante chat diverse e, per quanto io cerchi di rispondere a tutti, mi porta via parecchio tempo della mia giornata. Su Tumblr io non ci lavoro, non sono una content creator o altro per cui posso permettimi di starci una giornata intera e guadagnarci. Su Tumblr non ci mangio e nemmeno ci preparo pranzi o cene. Tumblr NON è il fulcro ultimo della mia vita. È un passatempo che mi piace concedermi perché mi piace questo blog e conosco sempre persone super carine. Ma la giornata è composta da sole 24h e io devo smezzare la mia vita tra doveri e piaceri. Le chat nei dm sono un problema per me, perché:

Sono tante e starci a dietro a tutte non è facile;

Se per sbaglio apro una chat, o sono convinta di aver risposto, non la ritrovo più e non posso stare ad aprire tutte le chat ogni volta per capire chi mi manca da rispondere e chi no;

Spesso mi scrivono blog vuoti o senza età e a quelli preferisco non rispondere, sorry.

Gli ask, invece, rimangono sempre nello stesso posto e posso recuperarli in ogni momento. So che volete conoscermi e scambiare qualche chiacchiera di tanto in tanto, lo stesso fa piacere anche a me, ve lo assicuro. Però a volte è un po' stressante dover stare al passo, soprattutto perché se non rispondo, poi capitano messaggi come questi o chat mitraglia nei dm. A volte capita che chiudo l'app e non la apro per giorni solo per un po' di relax, quando Tumblr dovrebbe essere di per sé un'app su cui passare il tempo in tranquillità.

🥺 Per favore, provate a mettervi anche nei miei panni. Non vi dico di non scrivermi più, ci manca, ma cercate di capirmi e venirmi incontro in questo per facilitarmi un po' anche le interazioni con voi.

[mildmayfoxe]

CHEZ MOI TOUT EST BON! TOUT EST EXTRA!

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Was just thinking of your Napoleon in England stories and thinking just how much MORE awkward Prinny giving Arthur Canova's Napoleon the Peacemaker as a "token of the gratitude of the nation" would be. Both of them absolutely dying of embarrassment.

lololol Napoleon wants Arthur to put a sheet on it, thank you very much!! And can't you take it out of Apsley house's foyer??

Arthur is like, CAN'T PUT A SHEET ON A GIFT FROM THE PRINCE REGENT ARE YOU MAD? I ALSO CAN'T PRETEND I NEVER RECEIVED IT BY HIDING IT AWAY.

Napoleon: you could if you tried harder.

The fact that Arthur had to get the floorboards reinforced would murder both of them immediately.

Yet! God(s) bless the man, Prinny would have no idea about the awkwardness. He would just be chuffed with himself, unaware that Arthur wants the floor to eat him and Napoleon wants to commit (more) Crimes (than usual) Against the British Government.

utterly delightful, basically

[hibiscusbabyboy]

Aesthetic Name:

Thelma

[elipsi]

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[spineless-lobster]

I can’t believe vera lynn created all of her songs for capvers that was so nice of her omg

[apropositodime]

Che due cojoni l'ha già detto qualcuno?

[prettyhowlett]

It's their day today btw

[patrice-bergerons]

One of the many things Exeunt gets so damn right is its treatment of change that is foisted upon you against your will.

When you aren't particularly adaptable and happy in your little enclave, external forces uprooting your life can and does feel like the end of the world.

But Endeavour isn't the end of Morse’s story--sitting at that churchyard he may not know it yet but he will meet people who will come to mean so much to him; there will be so many more concerts and drinks with friends and convoluted puzzles to solve.

And still that doesn't (and won't) negate the grief of what he has lost, of the now past he can never return to again. It's such a hard balance to get right--to let us sit with that grief without sugarcoating it and yet with the knowledge that neither is it the end.

[humblefryingpan]

I hate that if I want people to know my oc lore I have to write it out (except my 2 irl friends on here that I've infodumped to)

Like if I say "right where you left me" by Taylor Swift is really Sarah Maplestone coded, none of you will know who she is. And if I say Rosie and Denise are absolutely more than friends you guys don't know who they are 😭😭