#they both are

[alexturntable]

Carlos Sainz and Charles Leclerc do the BEST ever SkyPad ❤️

[ender-of-the-sender]

I love joey because how the hell does he look like his own younger brother

When I look at Pete, I dont see just see Joey, I see Ted

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

[peachdues]

grinding against each other like sluts

For a moment, you remain like that, your body pressed flush to his as you gasp and grind against each other, your kisses little more than a desperate clash of lips and teeth and tongue. Sanemi is the first to break away, his mouth trailing hotly down the column of your throat.

One arm stretches up the length of your back, his broad hand curling around your shoulder, as the arm locked around your waist tightens. His hold on you sufficiently sturdy, Sanemi forces you to grind harder against him, his teeth nipping across your collarbone as you whimper above him.

The ache between your legs is sharper, more intense than usual; closer to a burning throb than the mere flicker of desire.

The hand he’d kept on your shoulder slides down your back, his fingers dragging teasingly along your spine, until he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He snaps it once, twice, savoring your little jolts each time the elastic bites at your skin, before he pushes below it to grip your bare ass.

Your fingers fly to his hair as he fondles the plush curve of you in his hand, his fingers alternating between gentle massages and rough squeezes. Each pleading little mewl that slips past your lips only drives him wilder with need, his cock throbbing where it strains against the seat of his pants.

He sucks a bruise into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He will not give in; not yet, not before you beg him for what he’s been itching to give you for the last week.

With a fierce whine, you circle your own hips, unsuccessfully trying to maneuver his hand away. Your own hand drops from his hair to cup his jaw as you pant against his ear.

He hides his smirk against your collar bone. “You got somewhere you want me to be, Y/N?” He croons, bucking harshly into your clothed center. His fingers dip to the crease between your ass and the top of your thigh, playing dangerously close to where he knows you need him most.

He can feel the heat radiating from you, beckoning him to closer, a beacon meant only for him. “You just gotta ask, Princess. I’m right here waitin’.”

*points* WHORES

@selkiipon I was inspired by ur art once again

[hearts401]

sometimes anger feels like too much.

Sometimes you're just too tired.

[chanderal]

i had a vision

original

[my-brain-soup]

"I still think it would have been better for him if I had been the one who got shot"

cue the most potent "are you a fucking dumbass?" look Edmundo Diaz has ever given

[peceraynadamas]

Some Clara and Odette for these trying times. (Feat. Vaggie)

[reddbl]

Movie 27 Spoilers.

And there’s also this …

[mari-lair]

Gon comparing killua to animals is dear to me.

[senditothemoonn]

It took them 4 hours to get ready because Francis spent 3 of them begging Arthur not to wear socks with sandals.

[jimjamgem]

This film was both devastating and one of the best things I’ve seen in a while.

[canisalbus]

I imagine Vasco puts up his ears in a ponytail when the get in the way

(Machete is just like O.O bc his ears dont/cant do that bc it would hurt)

[waltzing-rats]

They are going to a sleepover :)

[suchawrathfullamb]

no no. you don't get it. I need fics where WILL is the psycho bride.