#skin hungry

[caramelcum]

I read a fic once where Dean and Cas fuck after Dean finally goes to heaven and like…yeah it was hot or whatever who cares but…..it started with Dean driving around Heaven in his Impala and then Cas suddenly appearing in the driver’s seat shouting, “TETANUS?!?!?! REALLY?!?!!! AFTER EVERY THING, YOU LET IT BE A RUSTY FUCKING POLE?!?!?!”

And like, pop off, hotwings. You’re so right. That ending was dumb as hell.

[thefearfulheart]

Thinking of the timeloop au again

There are some loops where Evbo doesn’t ‘save’ parkour civilisation and just stays in the void to watch as everything proceeds without him, how the evil champion remains or where Void ends up defeating the evil champion through his own ‘luck’ (Evbo’s influence) but always gets defeated by Clown, or Seawatt ends up losing…Evbo can’t help but admit he likes those ones more then any other. Other times, he visits Clown and stays with him in his torment but is silent as clown talks and talks and talks.

Most of the time it’s curses that spew from his mouth as he pulls at his chains to get closer to Evbo, to wrap his hands around the others neck while Evbo watches him in silence. Hatred burning brightly in him as Evbo watches him and struggles against the chains that he barely notices the moment when Evbo just floats closer to him and gently grabs at his face, something that makes his rage stutter as his heart freezes. It’s a long unbearable amount of silence before Evbo let’s go and leaves him.

Then there’s the times, those small desperate times, that he begs the other to speak, to say anything to him and Evbo just watches it with passive interest. Clown can barely stand the silence when he has another living, breathing person there that he can just barely reach and it drives him mad. His hands shaking as he tries to reach for Evbo and it’s just to feel that another person is there as his chains rattle with him, something that confirms he’s still alive and breathing and hasn’t died yet. That he’s alive.

Evbo always stands just barely out of reach, just barely enough that Clown grabs his pants while kneeling down as his hands shake.

[obnoxious-nymphomaniac]

I’m sorry but everyone saying “oh Donald Trump’s gonna win the election now cause he got shot” is the equivalent of Regina George winning homecoming queen cause she got hit by the fucking bus.

[frostihidesinplainsight]

I am so touch starved that I have to be careful not to flinch when a friend taps my shoulder

[hcneyflower]

Seated in the back of your car, listening to the mixture of rain and sensual tunes from the bluetooth speakers. Myself positioned sideways between your legs, pressed close as our lips touch over and over again, fingers caressing whatever they could reach. Not a soul to disturb the moment.

[caramelcum]

Thinking about how Dean should wear Cas’ trench coat the way cheerleaders wear their boyfriends’ letterman jackets.

[obnoxious-nymphomaniac]

Evangelical purity culture is funny actually because how did you streamline the process of turning sexually repressed good little Christian girls into freaks when that was the opposite of what you and your God intended?

[alienssstufff]

Top 3 best red life skins and why is it this one

[nonbinary-forest-creature]

Existing feels like such a crime nowadays. And yeah, sometimes it’s fun to be bad. But sometimes I want to believe it is okay to breathe and no one will punish me for it. People like to hate on the internet for being such a horrible toxic place as though the reality they inhabit is any better. There is not a single place in any communal space: a city, a website, a school, an app, a shopping center, a multiplayer game, where someone can exist and experience the space around them without any threat or danger of being abused, berated, scorned, belittled, rejected, judged, harassed, or negatively perceived. Maybe that’s what experience is: danger. Maybe the world really is this dark. And yeah, I know I can keep on praying and hoping and dreaming of the sort of people who steal fire, invent electricity, harness suns. But hope is exhausting.

like man doesn’t it fucking suck that there’s not really any public space. that you can’t go anywhere without spending money on food or transportation, that unless you wanna sit on a mall bench all day or browse library shelves you basically can’t do anything in public? even standing in front of a building without paying for something (“loitering”) is illegal. everything is built to punish homeless people which means if you ever want to sit down or rest or exist in public every building and park bench and windowsill is telling you to kill yourself instead. maybe that has something to do with the unpleasantness of online spaces, where everyone is shoved together into a giant digital chamber because it’s the only “public square” still available while also being isolated and alone in their room on their phone because everything sucks and a global pandemic is still happening. like I’m just saying I think that has more to do with how annoying people are on the internet than like mcu fanfiction

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Oh Skinzun, we're really in it now...

[rottiens]

do you ever think about how satoru is so touch starved he can't think, he can hardly breathe? he doesn't mind holding back at all when he stares at you, he knows you feel it and he expects you to; his thoughts are clouded with a desire that needs to be consummated. he doesn't remember the last time he kissed someone, so every time your mouth moves to form a new sentence, he wonders what your lips will feel like under his teeth, what your skin will feel like when he squeezes it.

will you groan if he desperately and without warning pushes his tongue into you? because he can only imagine how he'd be panting like a dog on your lips the instant you touch him. he needs it so badly he might cry.

[ryllen]

i always think jade in his formal pajama is so cute ♡

he insists to exchange

[caramelcum]

@obnoxious-nymphomaniac

has the pope seen this movie yet?? i think he’d like it

[caramelcum]

Okay but that scene where Dean is telling Sam about Cas appearing suddenly, naked on the car and covered in bees…the fear in his voice was of his own sexual awakening, nothing more. How do I know for sure? Trust.

[https-florian]

“What’s your ideal weight?”

[obnoxious-nymphomaniac]

We’re all so against cringe culture until one of the white bitches in the queer friend group comes out as a Taylor Swift fan. Then we go for blood.