I’ve been away and I don’t really plan to come back but for those who are interested, I brought home my puppy Beesly last night and she’s perfect and if you wanna see more photos of her you can come find us on insta @beeslysbigday and it’ll be super fun okay thanks bye again
y’all see this face? y’all see this face right here? this cute adorable innocent face from my childhood? I don’t wanna see this face suckin dick. i don’t wanna see this face suckin bowser’s dick, i don’t wanna see him suckin mario’s dick, i don’t wanna see him suckin luigi’s dick, i don’t wanna see him suckin dick. this face right here? this face shouldn’t be suckin dick. i should not have to go into the bowser tag and see his suckin bowser’s dick with his weird ass frog lookin tongue. i just wanna go into the bowser tag and see cute pictures of bowser, but y’all gotta plague my eyes with yoshi suckin his dick. i do not wanna see him suckin dick, i don’t wanna see him eating ass or pussy, i don’t wanna see him suckin tiddies, i don’t wanna see this face doing anything with his tongue. y’all can make the bara furry porn of bowser you want, but as soon as you gotta throw yoshi in there i’m kinkshamin. i already gotta see spencer posting about Junkrat laying hot eggs and tumblr user Liache talking about wanting to suck Roadhog’s tiddy milk. i think it’s fair to say that i should be able to go into the bowser tag and be free of seeing yoshi, of all characters, suckin anyone’s dick, especially bowser. and i swear to got if y’all draw oviposition porn of him and logging fuck off. i deleting my account. i do not want to live in world where i gotta see yoshi suckin thick dick while looking through a mario tag and then see some ovipostion and mpreg with him too. last character i wanna see suckin dick is yoshi. y’all furries going to far when you play yoshi like this. don’t ever make my eyes look at that ever again. do not wanna see yoshi suckin bowser’s dick, thank you and good bye.
we tried hard to stand it. we were barely human. we were bodies stacked with pain. we never said sorry,
didn’t wanna. you were always drunk
& sad & too far gone for that. I was
terrible & I didn’t care about being better.
but now you’re standing in my bedroom.
now you’re scared & you say you
wanna get into heaven. you wanna stand in some form of light that isn’t filtered through clouds of crude smoke.
good luck, & who knows, maybe god
will forgive us for all of this. the stones
we threw, the ankles we bit, the people
we kissed. showing up at the gates
with our tails between our legs. starved & mad, two dogs who missed
their last meal, licking our wounds & itching for a fair fight.
there so much to get mad about. go ahead pick something. imagine if it helped. imagine if mattered. I didn’t cry when you left. I just circled ‘round the block & waited for you to come back. because you always do. because I know how this goes. we pretend we aren’t the same & then we realize we are & we pretend we don’t care. we need each other & that’s all we do.
it’s crazy the things you do for a friend. it’s crazy the way you’ll act for love.
As promised – not Kansas City OTRA, but very much inspired by it. I’ve had this as a WIP since April or so, so it’s nice to have it out. That said: I’M NERVOUS AS ALL GET OUT cause they kind of… are… there’s a crude topic in this. They’re just having a go at each other, though. ACK *flips tables* Enjoy, everybody, I’m gonna hide now. x
It’s the last song when security finds you and escorts you
from your seat and through the crowd. You’re a little disappointed that you
don’t get to see the show finish, but knots of excitement are twisting in your
belly as you are herded past barricades where no one else is allowed to go.
Music and fireworks, almost obnoxiously loud, are muffled backstage, and you
hear voices, familiar by this point and one more so than the rest, saying
earnest goodnights and wishes of love and safe returns home to the crowd that
so worships them. Preparation to tear down and packup equipment has already
started around you, and you pause in the wings, shaking your head when security
tries to usher you to move.
He’ll be there. He’ll find you.
Sure enough, he’s all legs and hair when he appears at last,
leaping over a thick wire before it can catch his boot and twist his ankle.
He’s got a towel in his hand, but it’s useless on his long, wet, curly hair.
He’s all but drenched from head to toe, with most of his grey t-shirt stained
with sweat and clinging to his body, and while the heat is mainly to blame for
that, the water he’d been spitting and throwing hadn’t helped (although, it had
probably cooled him off).
He’s tanner than you remember him being last, but that’s
what months of outdoor shows and sightseeing on off days will do to him. The
muscles on his slick arms look just a little bigger and more defined, too, and
even the most casual twist or bend of his heavily tattooed left arm makes ink
practically jump every time.
His eyes, though, are most striking, and they’re only for
you as he continues his beeline in your direction.
“You’re soaked, love,” he teases you through a cheeky grin
and popping dimples with a voice like honey and sandpaper.
You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his
“Some twat kept spitting water at me the whole night,” you
inform him, opening your arms for him.
Harry grins wider – a cocky, satisfied grin. “Yeah?” His
hand slides possessively around your waist for the first time in ages and you
fold your hands behing his neck. “Tell me his name an’ I’ll get him.”