The brain does not finish developing till a person is about twenty-three to twenty-five years old. Carlisle, do you think the vampire brain finished developing or do they remain without a fully developed logic center?
One of your selfies crossed my dash. I've followed you for ages, cause I like your URL. The first cock I sucked dribbled precum, and with each salty taste I thought he was going to blow, but no. I was confused because I never leaked precum unless the few rare times my cock was softening without cumming. He finally did cum by fucking my ass, and I hated the feeling, so I've never bottomed since. This has nothing to do with anything, except your selfies are attractive.
The X-Files Origins: Devil’s Advocate by Jonathan Maberry [EXCERPT]
April 3, 12:33 A.M.
Sleep was no escape.
None at all.
Deep in the night, Dana seemed to wake within a dream, knowing that she was dreaming, but afraid that this was every bit as real as the waking world. She knew that she didn’t have the lexicon to even put any of this into words that would make sense. The walls between fantasy and reality were broken, crumbling, irrelevant.
And that was terrifying.
Wasn’t that what happened when the mind fractured? Wasn’t that the definition of being insane?
The dream unfolded like a movie.
She woke in her room, but she wasn’t dressed in her pajamas. Instead she wore a dark suit that was almost masculine. Navy-blue pants and jacket, white blouse, the look softened only by the lack of a tie and a thin golden necklace from which her tiny cross hung. Her hair was stiffer, shorter, styled in a severe way she would never wear. Shoes with chunky heels.
The clothes were nothing she owned, but they fit her. She felt like she belonged in them. But when she stood up, there was something odd. A weight on her hip. Dana crossed to the mirror as she unbuttoned the jacket, and when she held the flap back, she saw the gun.
As a community on tumblr, who I believe are a bit more media savvy than the rest of the world, can we stop believing the “source” lie that articles tell. Not just with Jen and Josh but I mean across the board with every celeb.
These aren’t rogue friends ratting to People magazine about their besties (who just happens to be famous) new casual romance. It’s the celebs publicist trying to sell a story.
And in Jen’s case this People story came out three hours before the pics dropped so it softens the blow of how utterly ridiculous and out of the blue and disgusting this is.
Jen worked too hard for this shit, has literally had rumors following her around that are terrible and disgusting and they were just confirmed to people who read them because of this. So she sleeps with her bosses for roles?
And nope, no matter what article People will try to write (and they will) about how this is empowering for her, it won’t work, nope, won’t work. The GP already made up their mind. And that’s really sad.
Literally what the fuck are you doing? I mean I think I know that the alternative might seem worse (and it’s got nothing to do with Josh no matter what may or may not come out soon) and you distract with a dirty old penny but it’s just all fake.
None of Jen’s friends are running to People magazine to sell her love story. It’s Jen’s publicist and sorry boo boo but you can’t claim you’re private when you called the paps and are planting stories in People.
I hope you make it out of this Jen, you deserve peace and health but this was a road you didn’t have to take.
Gratsu: first time (You can make it NSFW if you want to... (^_-)-☆)
Gray paused as he felt the
tremor that Natsu hadn’t quite been able to hold back, pulling back so that he
could peer down at the Dragon-slayer, eyes softening as he took in the
brilliant blush covering his partner’s cheeks and the way Natsu was trying
desperately to avoid his gaze. Stealing another kiss, this one softer and more
chaste than the heated one from a moment ago, Gray reached up and brushed his
fingers over pink cheeks, waiting patiently for Natsu to meet his gaze.
“We can stop,” he murmured
reassuringly as he saw the nervousness in the olive eyes, ignoring the flicker
of disappointment at the thought of stopping now that they had finally got this
far, instead focusing on tracing the contours of Natsu’s face and waiting for
the Fire mage to think it over.
“No…I want this,” Natsu
whispered finally, some of the tension melting out of him under the gentle
ministrations and he smiled when his words were met with a flurry of butterfly
kisses, gathering his courage as he reached up and wrapped his arms around the
Ice mage, kissing him firmly before adding softly. “I want you.”
الخير كالماء يجب تكراره ولو كان معروفاً عند الناس، فالقلوب تتأثر بتكرار الشر عليها، وذكر الخير يَغسل شرها ويُليّن قسوتها .
"Goodness is like water which needs to be regularly mentioned of even if it is known to the people, for hearts are affected by the repetition of evil upon it, so mentioning goodness washes its evil and softens its roughness.“
McCree was unsurprised to find that Hanzo had dropped off to sleep
again as he returned from the bathroom, he had only been gone a couple of
minutes but he had seen the way the archer’s eyes had been drooping even as he
fought to stop McCree from leaving. A fond smile flickered across his face as
he moved quietly across the room, slipping back under the covers, surprised
that Hanzo hadn’t stolen his spot like he normally would…only to let out a yelp
when he was suddenly accosted by his apparently not so fast asleep partner,
Hanzo’s arms snaking tightly around him as the archer nuzzled against him with
a sleepy growl.
“I don’t like it when you’re not here,” Hanzo’s voice was thick with
sleep, but much more open that it was when he was in full control of his
faculties and McCree’s expression softened as he shifted so that he could pull
the older man into a tight hug.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured softly in response, knowing that
if this was during the day he would have been given a dark glare for that
promise…but this late at night, with sleep already threatening to pull him
under once more, all he got in response was a contented hum before Hanzo
relaxed against him.
McHanzo + Cuddles
McCree liked to cuddle…it had
taken one mission in Siberia for Hanzo to learn that much about the Cowboy, and
even now he blushed at the memory of McCree snuggling into his side, arms
latching on for dear life as they tried to ride out the cold after the mission
had gone to hell right from the start. Back then he hadn’t known how to react…they
had been dancing around one another for months, but nothing like that…now
though…he sighed in exasperation as he tried to climb out of their bed, his
bladder making its demands clear, but McCree was not for letting go and he was
glad that they were in the sanctuary of their rooms so that no one else could
see his predicament. With a particularly strong wrench he managed to free
himself, immediately missing the warmth of McCree’s arms around him, but quick
to dart out of reach as his partner reached out with a sleepy grumble.
“I will be right back you overgrown child,” he murmured reassuringly, a
smile in his voice as he headed for the bathroom…realising that his speed might
not just be for McCree’s sake, colour rising as he realised that at some point
since that first night in Siberia he had also come to like cuddles…as long as
they came from a certain Cowboy.
McHanzo + Midnight
sighed as he crept through the base, aware that he would be in trouble if he
got caught …especially if Angela was the one to find him, as she had been quite
explicit about what would happen to him if he got out of bed before she gave
him permission. However, this was more important…he hadn’t seen McCree once
since the Cowboy had hauled him back and deposited him in the infirmary, and he
knew why…his partner’s panicked shout a moment before his perch had
disintegrated beneath his feet the only clear memory from their mission, which
was why he was currently heading for the practice grounds, aware that was where
both of them went when something was bothering them. Sure, enough when he
slipped inside, it was to the repetitive sound of McCree’s Peacekeeper and the
sight of the innocent bots getting shattered to pieces and he sighed…leaning
against the wall for support as he realised just why he had been told to stay
in bed, but he only had eyes for the Cowboy, taking in the grim expression and
the tension radiating from the younger man.
“Jesse!” He called softly,
unsurprised when the gun was immediately levelled in his direction, merely
meeting McCree’s slightly wild eyes with a calm smile. “It’s after midnight…won’t
you come to bed now?”
“I’m not going back without you,”
Hanzo interrupted, seeing the refusal that was forming and letting himself sag
against the wall…he might not want to worry the younger man, but he wasn’t
above using it to his advantage when the other man was being an idiot and he
could see the defeated expression that appeared a moment later.
McHanzo + Warm
cursed under his breath as he spotted lights moving along the path that led
worryingly close to the small crevice they were currently using for shelter,
eyes narrowing as his hand dropped down to his gun…he didn’t have a clear shot
though, and the noise would carry up here and he wasn’t keen to point a
shining, neon arrow in their direction…it was time for a more subtle approach.
Quietly he shifted back, waiting until he was out of sight before hurrying back
to their shelter, breath catching as he took in huddled figure just inside…Hanzo
was resting against the wall, wrapped up in Jesse’s serape and yet the
Gunslinger could see that the other man was still shivering and for a moment McCree
faltered, his plan threatening to disintegrate there and then. The archer needed
to rest…but if he didn’t take care of their hunters then they were both going
to be in trouble, and as much as he hated it he forced himself forward,
crouching down beside Hanzo and reaching out to gently shake him, noticing that
the archer was warmer to the touch than he had been…he was getting worse.
“Hanzo?” He called softly,
hating himself for this, but forcing himself to shake his partner again and
this time he was rewarded with a soft groan and a glimpse of Hanzo’s eyes. “Hey
darling…I need that bow of yours…” He hated the words…hated the groan of
agreement…the knowledge that Hanzo was going to do it, just because he asked…hated
the worrying warmth permeating the older man’s skin. I’m sorry…
Look who’s back at her new permanent home ♡ Stitches come out in a week, and she’s on stool softeners until then. But she’s doing much better and even put on 2 pounds during her stay at the Vet’s. Such a little trooper!
alex and maggie drinking together tho - playing never have i ever because they both think they’ve done more than the other and they’re competitive lil gays (maggie shows alex a tattoo, pulling up her shirt to just below her bra to do so. alex’s mouth goes dry and she struggles with where to look, whether she should trace the line of maggie’s abs or stare hungrily at the edge of black lace she can see where maggie’s fingers hold her shirt); them softening up to each other once they’re kinda buzzed; alex lowering her inhibitions just enough to allow her to stare at maggie’s neck when she tosses back another shot, then dropping her mouth open just slightly at the way maggie’s tongue swipes across her wet lips; maggie noticing the increased attention and teasing alex, purposefully leaning all the way across her to flag down the bartender - anyways just think about these gays drinking together 10/10 would recommend
rereading tinf and landon's eyebrows are so smal??? they grow as he sheds his asshole exterior. also, where/when did landon learn how to play guitar?
LOL!!! SCREAMING I actually thought the same thing??? But on further inspection, it’s not much of a size diff… there’s a time period in the middle when I drew his eyebrows HUUUGE (!?) but they’re more back to his normal size now, only 100% circle… my boy… softening up… (starting with his eyebrows) (???) *wipes a tear* ❓
(sorry I just flipped the 1st img LOL wrong side piercing) I also made a chart here, this hot topic of Landon’s Eyebrows LMAO !
The true answer is my art just goes through a lot of WILDNESS, it’s weird for like the first 5 yrs of the comic HAHA JK THAT’S THE WHOLE COMIC JK JK LOL really… (?)
About the guitar question: he was gifted a guitar when he was, like, 5 or something, really young! His grandpa (who used to be in a band LOL) taught him a little bit of the basics but, after joining band in elementary school and trying multiple instruments, he practiced hardcore on his own. He’s mostly self-taught… he was bored as a child LOL
We’re a group. We’re a team. From the President and Leo on through, we’re a team. We win together, we lose together. We celebrate and we mourn together. And defeats are softened and victories sweeter because we did them together… You’re my guys and I’m yours… and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. - Toby Ziegler (The West Wing)
His snark is probably my favorite thing about him. I was the same age as Neku when twewy came out, so I connected with him immediately, and I grew with him. His development in-game helped me, since i was also a bitter and scared and closed-off kid. He’s one of the characters I look to if the Mental Ills™ are getting in the way.
Why I don’t
this kid was literally prepared for murder like holy FUCK
Favorite episode (scene if movie)
I was always so mesmerized by his flashbacks to the cat mural. the look in his eyes having softened; still finding hope in something. some ground to still take root on.
How do I pick jUST ONE???? “The pig moves on its own? What if it’s possessed - waiting to pork-chop us in the back of the head?” is up there. Also “Hello, dead kid speaking.”
When I’m cosplaying, my fav things to say are “WHERE’S SHIKI? HAVE YOU SEEN HER?” “Focus…” or “sup,” if someone gives me a shoutout. also various forms of “shut up, Josh!”
I really like putting Neku in punk or sporty things. he has to either look like a pokemon trainer or like he’s on his way to a mosh pit
i’m a putrid neku/josh shipper but i’m very picky about it
total bros with shiki and beat and rhyme. in general i like to think they become his rock, even if he doesn’t admit that out loud.
Neku is an anxious little trans guy just like meeeeeeeeeeee. i also think he’s asexual/graysexual and aromantic/grayromantic
ummm drawing a blank on this one, woops!
let neku be trans in canon lmao. also? someone needs to teach me how to do 3d modeling because i’d fuckin love to play around with the twewy models from KHDDD.
1. Well as a person thats made of fabrics Zuri doesn’t need to shower but they do need to soak their fabrics with fabric softener once in a while to preserve its texture or something. Some people likes the smell and some people really dislikes it lol i mean yeah sometimes fabric softener’s smell are too much right?
2. Speaking of water, Zuri hates water, it weights down their fabrics and makes them all wet and not flexible, makes it uncontrollable for a while. Alani would do a LOT of damage to them in battles.
3. Despite the above, Zuri doesnt hate Alani at all, they admires her a lot actually. They think Alani is very cool and amazing. (But then again Zuri doesn’t hate anyone so)
Your suffering needs to be respected. Don’t try to ignore the hurt, because the hurt is real. Instead, let the hurt prove there is hope through your healing. Let the hurt soften you instead of hardening you. Let the hurt open you instead of closing you. Let the hurt deliver you to love, and not to hate. — Bryant McGill