SCREAMS IN GERMAN

Oli. 18+ Ravenclaw. Capricorn. Welcome to whatever this shitshow of a blog has become. I occasionally reply to memes, reblog resources and generally yell in tags about wanting to write while being too intimidated to actually put myself out there again. Come love on me please thanks.

[jasonmantzoukas]

but, baby, can’t you see

[ledger-heath]

Sarah Paulson as Mildred Ratched RATCHED (2020)

[colferpics]

When Julie Andrews asks a question…

[thegreatescape]

babyyy

[inthetags]

reblog and put in the tags which characters currently live in your brain rent free

[mrchriscolfer]

“Oh fuck, yes. Bite me again.”

Kurt’s fingers skate along the others neck. The pulse strong beneath similar pale skin, and the porcelain male can’t help but to inhale deeply. His hunger drawing him closer, inch by inch, just wanting a taste of the sweet crimson flowing effortlessly so close but still out of reach. As it was taking every cell in his body to withstand the alluring lust for the blood still, he pulls focus away from the thrumming of a vein to find the other pair of eyes staring at him with trust and an unspoken love that he had yet to see reflected back at him. So vulnerable and open, waiting for Kurt to take the bite that would soothe the underlining craving.

“What are you waiting for?” 

A stiff sniff, his fingers finding their way into the chestnut hair of his victim and letting his nails scrape against the thick scalp. Leaning in, tongue dragging along the others lips with a soft hum. “You.” Comes the purr, flashing a mischievous grin, cinching the corner of his mouth. “Need to really make you want this. It’s always best when you’re stretched thin, begging and pleading.” 

He doesn’t find the eye roll response at all deterring or anything new. If anything, it brings out a low chuckle. Perhaps making his victim wait any longer was a little cruel. Smelling his blood pressure rise, the excitement and lust thickening in the air and distracting from the possible ice touch that Kurt had. 

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[mrchriscolfer]

“I regret it all. I really do, I swear. Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”

Kurt can hear Hedwig. Can hear the crack in her voice from the other side of the door. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Be touched by her. He didn’t want anything to do with her. Not right now. Not knowing that she had cheated - she had cheated on him with her deplorable ex. How could he get the image of that out of his mind? Their naked bodies pressed close. The sounds of desperation, and desire for one another as they rutted in bed. Their bed. His and hers. Not hers and his. 

“I regret it all. I really do, I swear. Please, please– let’s fix this, please.” 

Forehead resting against the wood of the bathroom door, he takes a deep breath. Willing himself not to cry. Not cry over this. Not cry over her. She made her bed. Let her lie in it - literally. 

“You can’t fix something that no longer has pieces that fit.” He finds himself responding, eyes closing as he takes a deep inhale and allows the numbness to wash over. Drowning her pleading out for the time being, where he finds his way to the tiled floor, pulling his knees to his chest.

[mrchriscolfer]

[text] What’s gonna happen if I don’t show up?

(incoming text from Puppy: What’s gonna happen if I don’t show up?)

[text]: I mean, it’s not like I can force you to show up, right? 

[text]: Just means I’ll have to change out of the outfit that I put on specially for you. I’ll have to lock the door. I’ll have to go to bed early. Maybe masturbate to some unknown person instead of having the in-person interaction. I’ll come alone, without you. Then I’ll go to sleep.

[text]: But if you don’t show up, that’s your own choice.

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    ⚡⚡  Under the cut are #94 gif icons of ROBERT SHEEHAN as Nathan Young in Misfits. The original material is not mine; I only resized and edited them. Please like/reblog if you find them useful.

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[darwigwrites]

okay so do i make a new rp blog or do i make an indie???? 

[demichii]

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[sharmans]

Now Apocalypse (2019 —)

[caduceus-tealeaf]

The beetleman and his mood ring hair

[jaqmusings]

" Don't tell me you're serious about this. "

“I haven’t been more fucking serious in my entire life.” He clutches the iron railing with both hands, his knuckles turning white as he leans over the bar to give the water below another longing look. It looked farther down then what it really was because it was dark out. “Don’t let it be said that I don’t back down from a fucking dare.” Matthias casts Riley a look, tongue in cheek as he takes a deep inhale. It had only been a childish dare done while being a little too tipsy, but he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. He wasn’t going to be known as a coward. Not now. Not ever. No matter the stakes. 

Climbing up and over the railing, he holds his balance and tilts his head back to take a deep breath. This could be the last night of his life, or it could be a story to tell his future offspring. If Riley had said anything else, it was lost for now. Letting go, he throws himself forward. Cool air hugging his body close until he finally makes impact with the black water below. 

He survives. He doesn’t know how. But he does. 

Breaking the surface, he tosses his dark wet hair out of his face with a sharp intake of breath which burns his lungs as the autumn air chills him inside and out. “FUCK!” He did it. He jumped. It wasn’t his time to go. He was alive to kick another kids ass another day.

[jaqmusings]

[text]: I'm doing this for my boobs. They miss him.

( incoming → gavin sluterson )

[text]: Boobs? Did you mean boos? Or booze? Or are you legit talking about those boob bibs that you wear which I find oddly comfortable but also a little unsettling because they don’t have nipples. 

[text]: And who are we missing? I’m feeling left out in this convo you’ve apparently had with your boobs…or boos…or booze, since I still can’t decide which one of those you actually mean. 

[text]: Should I be concerned?

[jaqmusings]

[text]: I feel like captain Morgan put his peg leg up my ass

( incoming → sugar lips )

[text] You’re welcome.

[text] Seriously though, if you need to take the day off work and just chill in bed and let yourself heal, fucking do it.