tbh its kinda depressing that the cs and sq fandom are so divided that I just…. listened to what sqers are saying and respected their feelings and its turns into this Big Thing™
like its just depressing that me doing the bare minimum is a rarity. its sad that the fandom is so divided. a cser respecting a sqer shouldn’t be the exception, it should be the standard and its really tragic that’s not the case.
He sat there across the room looking me dead in the eyes. His hair was messy, his shirt was hanging over his torso perfectly, and he had a smirk plastered on his face. Fucking perfect. He was leaning has back against the counter, arm rested perfectly against it with a drink in his other. Brendon fucking Urie. I knew he was trouble, but I couldn’t fucking keep my eyes off of him. I sat around a group of people, but my eyes never left his. You see, brendon was the person everyone knew you should stay away from. We went to a very stuck up school full of stuck up people. Brendon was nothing like that. He was a smartass and always got into trouble for smoking weed on campus. He had a few stoner friends at the school, but they were nothing like him. He had this certain way of turning me on with just a glance. I never let him know that of course. I had to keep my reputation up or else it would go on my record. I couldn’t dress the way I wanted or even fuck whoever I felt like fucking. If it were up to me, I would be all over him. I wasn’t the type of person to be like that, but something about him made me want to jump on him and fuck him in front of everyone… Now back to our current situation, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to control myself. We were at a “party” which totally fucking sucked, but we had to attend it. Our school was so fucking bad at this. I mean I’m currently sitting on the couch while a game of monopoly is going on, but instead of paying attention I’m eye fucking brendon. Yup. And the best part of it all is that he’s doing the same thing. He licks his lips and winks at me while taking a sip of his drink. I just wanted so badly to smash my lips against his and let him fuck the shit out of me. Yes. I am a horny teenager with sexual desires to fuck the bad boy, but it doesn’t look like he’s complaining. He gets up and walks away, but not before shooting me a quick glance and once again, that sexy ass wink. Fuck it. I got up and walked down the hall in search for him, but before I could even comprehend what was going on, he had me pinned against the wall arms above my head and a hand wrapped around my waist. His lips softly traced up my neck and he left a small kiss on my jawline. My breath hitched at the sudden action and his hand quickly covered my mouth.
“I see the way you look at me baby girl, don’t think it isn’t obvious”
“Mmm” I mumbled against his hand and he slowly moved it away. That signature smirk on his mouth once again.
“Come on princess” he lifted me up on his hips and carried me to an empty room, slamming me down on the bed.we took our shoes off and He hovered over me and looked me dead in the eyes,
“Are you okay with this?” I nodded my head vigorously in response and he immediately attacked my neck. A moan escaped my lips and his hands trailed over my body until he got to the hem of my shirt, moving back to pull it off my body and going right back to sucking on my neck once again. I grabbed a fist full of his hair and moved his face to mine, connecting our lips in a harsh manner. He chuckled slightly and broke the kiss, to lift his own shirt off of his body. He pinned my wrists above my head and moved his lips, leaving kisses, all the way down my body. Once he got to my shorts, he pulled them off and his eyes went wide.
“No underwear? You naughty girl” I giggled a bit and took off my bra leaving him to admire my body. I wasn’t perfect, but right now none of that mattered. I just wanted him to fuck me. He took his jeans and boxers off, leaning back down and roughly attaching his lips to mine. He slowly slid down my body, but I stopped him in a panting mess.
“I’m not going to last. You need to fuck me.” his eyes lit up immediately and he placed himself at my entrance, teasing between my folds with the head of his dick. A loud moan escaped my lips and I grasped at his back harshly. He slammed into me and waited a second for me to adjust. He was huge. I groaned and looked up at him,
“Fuck brendon…m-move” and before I could finish saying anything, he was pounding into me at an increasing pace. I clawed at his back and he let out a loud groan, just nearing me more. I bit down on his shoulder and moaned loudly as he hit the spot that drives me crazy. His hand reached down to play with my clit and I felt that familiar warm feeling in my stomach begin to grow.
“Fuck. I’m s-so clo-ose”
“Me too baby girl” his words sent me over the edge and I came all over his cock, him releasing shortly after. We rode out our highs and he threw himself on the bed next to me.
“Wow” we both said this at once and laughed, turning to face each other.
He smiled and we stared at each other for a minute.
“ you are so perfect, you know that?” I smiled at his words, blushing slightly.
“I could say the same for you.” He leaned in and kissed me, much more passionate this time. When the kiss broke, he smiled and pulled me close to him.
“ will you um… Be mine?”
“God brendon that was so fucking cheesy.. But or course I will” He was about to respond when we heard a knock on the door.
“Hello? Who’s in my room???”
I haven’t uploaded in forever, but GUESS WHO’S BACK! Back again….
Requests are open once again and i am already starting/ finishing older requests. This come back story sucked but oh whale 🐳
Here is the Lance & Blue comic I promised ! Omg I spent way too much time on this … I really LOVE to draw Lance & Blue <3 My fav paladin & Lion. (And yes, Paladins playing with their lions would be the cutest thing.) (I will definitely draw more lion stuff.)
I think the thing I love the most about Mad Max: Fury Road is the fact that while it holds out this persona as ‘hey look some classic post-apocalypse action flick’, it actually breaks and twists a ton of genre tropes. It’s a futuristic desert world, but there is COLOR COLOR COLOR literally EVERYWHERE, it’s not some sepia-toned snooze fest. Immortan Joe isn’t the usual post-apocalypse villain, either–he’s not a sickly philosophizing bureaucrat, he’s just over-powerful and shamelessly selfish. (Plus the overabundance of cool females is fairly unusual in an action movie and exceedingly welcome, but that’s a dead horse I’m going to refrain from beating here).
But my favorite subverted trope in the whole film comes at the end. Like a The Book of Eli or I Am Legend, the movie holds forth the promise of some semi-civilized remnant of humanity that the heroes have only to reach to be safe. The entire plot revolves around Furiosa, and eventually Max, trying to get everyone to the Green Place of Many Mothers; somewhere where plants and kindness still exist, somewhere where the horrors of Immortan Joe’s tyranny can be left behind and forgotten. And then comes the kicker: the Green Place is no longer. It’s as dead and poisoned as everything else, turned into a noxious, useless swamp. And then the heroes have a choice: keep running towards some distant Green Land, some half-hopeless promise–or go back and fight. And THEY GO BACK. And they FIGHT. And in fighting, they save not only themselves but who knows how many others–all the people living under Immortan Joe’s sorry excuse for a rule.
I just love that the solution was not, for once, simply to flee and ignore and save yourselves, but to turn, to hold your ground, and to destroy the evil instead of letting it destroy anyone or anything else.