#oh my god alexander

[goffikness]

[hinamie]

morning glory

[shriika]

thinking about a younger katerina

[allebasimaianunes]

🛐 and we always will be sinners.

[potato-jem]

THEY’RE COMING!

[motherismotheringggg]

my boyfriends are back 💘

[cry-ptidd]

[yesloulou]

"On Tuesday we have Daniel Ricciardo driving." | @ redbullracing

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

Shoutout to the times AJ just burst out into singing. His voice in general is just such a brainworm for me

[betsey-laurens-hamilton]

couldn't sleep last night so I saw this thing and alm I could think about was oh, to be loved gently and peacefully

[ffc1cb]

actually while i’m at it. i haven’t drawn danblock in a while

[trentspov]

GUYSSSSS WHAT????

[lizard-queen-izzy]

HEY ALEX, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??

[salmonellatrenchcoat]

Every time someone describes Rimmer as blue eyed, a little part of me dies.

[allebasimaianunes]

burning with fever, carnal delirium ✞ a brief testimony.

Three light knocks on the wooden door woke her from her half-awake naps. The nun rubbed her eyes, adjusted her heavy clothing, grabbed her veil to put on her hair, taking the small lamp next to her dresser, the tiny light flickering on the wick, radiating a yellowish light against the glass, casting its light around like a pale yellow sphere. She was dressed in her thick cotton nightgown that brushed the edges of her wrists and ankles, covering her naked body underneath, a thin layer of sweat between the folds due to the fervor of her mind. Her body was still in ecstasy, the whiteness of her garments seemed an affront to what her body had become. No longer a divine temple, but now bending to carnal desires. Yet she didn’t care; her mind was clear like the holy water that was splashed on the faithful during Mass. Outside, through the open window, the wind was cold, piercing, and yet it did not calm her racing nerves.

The knocks continued as if the person behind the door was doing everything to hide, to not be noticed by her. A feeling of tremor crawled in her belly. She walked over the cold stones of her room, breathing in the air that smelled of burnt wax, sweat, and scorched honey. Her free hand reached for the doorknob that was unlocked, twisting the handle in her hand and pulling the door open just enough for only her face to emerge from the shadows, surprised by the figure of the man, his face twisted in a feverish expression, the layer of sweat on his forehead glistening in the light of her lamp, his deep gaze with dilated pupils fixed on her, heavy breaths escaping his chest. Before she could utter a word, his hand emerged from the shadows, covering her mouth, the taste of his skin mingled with tobacco invading her palate, his finger finding her lips where in a hiss he whispered:

— Let me in, don’t make a sound.

With no way to deny, in shock, the nun nodded, stepping back, still immobilized by his hand, their bodies danced into her room where the man calmly released her, turned, and glanced outside, peeking to see if the hallway was empty. Ensuring it was, he closed the door and with a click, locked it. Then he let out a grave sigh, turning to lean his robust, tall body, still dressed in his black garments, his disheveled hair shining like melted honey before her, a deep, distant, tormented look staring at her.

They remained in that silence that drew them into a strange vortex of discomfort that blossomed from their most intimate shames. She still held the light in her hands, but to his eyes, it was as if she radiated light from the corners, becoming his focus, boiling with passion.

Oh God, he was boiling with passion before her.

just a random thing in mine google docs.

[pennynco]

i know nicholas chavez edits HATEEE to see me coming