you don't ride

“ Ain’t no fairytale
What I see in your eyes
Awaiting your mistake
Not too close, not too far“

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twenty one pilots // blurryface

Heavydirtysoul

Stressed Out

Ride

Fairly Local

Tear In My Heart

Lane Boy

The Judge

Doubt

Polarize

We Don’t Believe What’s On TV

Message Man

Hometown

Not Today

Goner

  • Gabriel: Cool spear
  • Michael: It's a lance
  • Gabriel: It looks like a spear
  • Michael: But it's not, it's the Lance of Michael
  • Raphael: Technically a lance is a spear used by a cavalry soldier and since you don't ride a horse it should be called the Spear of Michael
  • Gabriel: Just admit you're only calling it a lance because you think it sounds cooler
  • Michael: *storms out of heaven annoyed at his brothers*
  • Gabriel: You forgot your spear!

being asexual is seen as “too straight” by the LGBT+ community and “too gay” for straight people. the truth is, we are neither. if straight people are “as straight as a line” and gay people are “straight like a circle”, then we’re as straight as the void. sexual attraction? i don’t even know her. you are seriously in the wrong place if you’re looking for an instant sexual connection. don’t try to “””fix””” us we’re good. keep moving please.

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thighs, thighs and thighs

you thirsty people like these for sum reason. especially you @jinxkook enjoy.


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bless his thighs

it all started with a simple question. 

“y/n. what is your favourite thing about me?” 

 you gave it a few days thought because what didn’t you love about him. but after the first two days you narrowed it down to his physical traits. his arms, veins, abs or thighs. 

his arms were built and you loved how they’d effortlessly lift you up and spin you around. 

 his veins. god, his veins. they made him look like a sex god and it drove you crazy. 

 his abs. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like running your fingers down the short dips on his stomach. 

 his thighs. they were hard as fuck. and we’re just so muscular you loved thinking about them whenever you could. which was probably once every 15 seconds. 

so after making up your mind up, you walked up to him, put on your flirty smile and leaned into his ear, “your thighs are my favourite thing about you.” 

 in a flash he’d taken a seat on the closer chair and pulled you in between his legs. 

his hands pulled your pyjama shorts down your legs and grabbed your hips to sit you down on his thigh. “ride my thigh baby, i want to see your panties and my sweats to get soaked with your sweet sweet juices.” he encouraged, moving your hips before you took control and began grinding down on his muscular thigh. 

your hands gripped his shoulder in an attempt to balance yourself as you began to grind yourself down on him. your voice produced breathy moans and sweet cries of pleasure that were like music to his ears and you found it hard to concentrate as he whispered dirty words into your ear, which only brought you closer to the edge. 

 “holy fuck, kookie. you have no idea how much i love your thighs.” you moaned, biting down on your lips as you threw your head back when suddenly his thigh clenched beneath you, causing you jerk your hips forwards at the new friction. 

“oh god, please do that aga- oH FUCK.” 

he continued flexing his thigh until eventually it was too much for you to handle and your orgasm washed over you, dripping down from your clit and soaking through your panties and the fabric of his jeans in the process. you came down from your high before resting your head on his shoulder, kissing his material covering his skin lightly before you looked back up at him. 

“so my thighs are your favourite things about me?” 

you nod your head, “yup.” 

“well then i gotta try harder to make this dick your favourite thing.” he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he stood up and walked to your bedroom, ready to show you how amazing the jungcock really was.

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“Maybe I’m not the hero to her I’ve always tried so hard to be, because right now, I feel as if she doesn’t even need a hero. Why would she? She has someone so much stronger than I’ll ever be for her. She has herself.”

Glitched: Part 9 - No Strings Attached

Author’s Note: *drags self along the ground, bloodied and beaten up, and hands over the newest chapter* I…I’m alive…barely…HOLY X_X

I’m not going to give anything away about this chapter, however, there will be an ending author’s note, elaborating why this chapter is crucial to the story.

WARNING: This chapter is incredibly dark and graphic. For anyone who read Part 6, it’s basically a lot like that. There is a horrible sense of dread and horror throughout the chapter. There is a detailed description of a surgical operation being performed, as well as the tools that are used. The patient who undergoes the surgery is conscious during the procedure, and as such, feels everything and is in horrible agony. There is bloodshed and a intensity here and there. There is also an overwhelming amount of angst - again.

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Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock – 3:56 P.M. – four minutes remaining.

Tick tock, tick tock – Three minutes.

Tick tock – Two minutes.

With each subtle second that ticked by, the green-haired Irishman’s dread increased. There he sat on the stone-cold ground in the furthest corner of the cell, hugging his knees to his chest. The poor man was a quivering mess from both the cold and the fear creeping along his spine. His eyes were fixed on the watch that lay across from him, not batting an eye as he stared directly at it; lifeless eyes blown wide with horror. He had exactly two minutes left to live and then Anti was coming for him.

Two minutes and then death was coming for him in the flesh.

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omg I saw all the talk about mystic messenger recently, so I decided to play some last night and got this call from zen lolol (he’s a true phantom thief!!)

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Confirmed. (submitted by @freshcats)

When Felix says he was somewhere on holidays with his parents he means that they actually were spending time together.
When his classmates say they were somewhere with their parents they mean the servants were spending time with them meanwhile parents were minding their own business.
This leads to some misunderstanding when they are comparing expirences.

and you know what? it’s not even that he straight up charges at daniella when she’s standing right next to her hellbeast, it’s everything leading up to that. it’s the conviction behind that action. it’s the expression on jaime’s face when he looks around him and sees his men burning to death. he hears the screams. he sees things turning to dust. 

This scene did not portray anything about Daniella using her hellbeast as triumphant or ‘good’.