What are the chances that the Dean names reality TV as one of her top reasons to end the world AT THE SAME TIME that Donald Trump, all around terrible human being happens to be a presidential candidate with an actual chance of being elected, and is a former reality television show host.
Come watch me stream crap!! Because why not. I’ll be playing music and creepypastas as I work and I’ll also be hanging out in the Livestream chat so come say hi! Trust me, I’m more scared of you than you are of me.
The Family Jewels: never happened Electra Heart: ♡
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♡ T H A T I S A L O T O F F U C K I N G H O U S E S
His lips. Using his soft, delicate warm lips - and those only - he can drive you crazy. Just the soft little flick of his tongue across them and you’re ready to devour him. Or when he bites his lip ring, pulling against his own mouth, only to break into a small smirk, knowing that your heart rate is increasing with every move that he makes.
His fingers. He knew that you loved them. You loved how they moved, no matter what he was doing. He would always run the tips of them along your arm or thigh, massaging them gently. He would gently pull on the sleeve of your shirt or the hem of your shorts (when you’re wearing shorts, that is). But he would always leave you numb of his touch after a few moments. Acting innocent when he would stop was his best skill.
His teeth. As weird as it may sound, in a heated moment Michael always new how to get things moving a little faster. Sitting next to each other would turn into kissing, kissing would turn into licking and licking would turn into small nips at your neck, which drove you wild. When you and Michael would be at your peaks he would bite down on your shoulder. He made everything ten times better, just by using his teeth.
His arms. The way they moved, the way they looked when he flexed, or stretched or just spread them when he was lying down. He knew they were sexy to you. He would always put his hands behind his head and casually lean back in a moment when you couldn’t have him and he knew it clearly. He loved to tease you and just slowly tear away at the seams, testing your patience and seeing how much self-control you could really muster. Often, when around family or friends he would stretch upward, giving you a clear view of everything you loved. His shirt would lift up slightly with his movements and that’s when you would more than likely crack.
I think confidenceis something that comes from different places, and my entire life I’ve latched onto different things to become confident about. It’s funny because maybe that stems from insecurity, that need to have something to be c o n f i d e n t and p r o u d of, which is pretty ironic in retrospect.