fuck. missed mark’s 8 year anniversary
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fuck. missed mark’s 8 year anniversary
mark st james has existed for 7 years in my head and thats insane to me. stepping back on this blog is like stepping into another world
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ĐILKOŠ ? INDIE ORIGINAL CHARACTER WRITTEN BY DI.
او را بگو : نسيم سياه چشمانت را نوشيده ام نوشيده ام كه پيوسته بي آرامم ––––––– ( tell her: I have drunk the zephyr of your dark eyes, thus I am perpetually restless )
I honestly don’t have an excuse for why I haven’t been on here, but truth is I feel a little burned out – not only with the rpc but with my writing and Mark. I’ve been playing Mark for four years (five in September) and he will always be apart of me but I don’t have any movement on this blog, which is entirely my own fault, so I do feel a little stuck. I’m going to work my dandest to get back into things, but again, I apologize for constantly disappearing on this blog.
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The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Featurette - Vehicle Dossier
—– ‘CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I’M THE WORST, SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE I’M THE BEST !
MULTI - MUSE WRITTEN BY D FEATURING CHARLES BRANDON, DUKE OF SUFFOLK, AND JANE SEYMOUR QUEEN OF ENGLAND.
consultingsister:
Cecelia catches his hand, but instead of chastising him like usual, she brings it up to her mouth so she can kiss the tips of his fingers gentle, running them along her lips. “It’s amazing how one man can be so interested in making just one woman his wife, while simultaneously also be so interested in every other woman on the planet.” It was meant as a joke but her stomach twists uncomfortably at her own words. That was a point; they would have to arrange the seating chart by who Mark has slept with; was it really a good idea putting them at the same table? With their husbands as well. “Plus, I haven’t decided if I’m taking your name yet, darling.”
Heavy brow descends over wandering eyes – they’d gazed on more women than the Mona Lisa, that was true, but he had only proposed to one. His head dipped downward, nose brushed against hers. ❝ Because the woman I’m interested in making my wife is so very different from every other woman on the planet. Believe it. ❞ DIFFERENT is one of few adjectives he could have used. ❝ And between you and I, I think she’s sweet on me. What do you think? ❞ His phone buzzed in his back pocket and he released a long-withheld groan, shifting away for a moment - only to cast Cecelia another curious glance. ❝ What is there to consider? ❞
Marilyn Monroe et Eli Wallach, The Misfits, 1961 movie set
mcallisterclan:
“I don’t have your number!” She chirps back, bouncing on her toes slightly. “You gonna invite me in or what?” She didn’t miss the wary glance of his eyes, darting to and fro like a rabbit caught in a trap. Rosie knew Mark and Matthew were friends (of a sort!). So, his cautious glancing can only mean he was checking for any of her other brothers or her father. As if she, nearing thirty, would have a chaperone of one of her well-meaning patriarchal figures in her life.
❝ Pity. Luckily you had... my address... on the other hand. ❞ Mark shakes his head, the idea visibly rolling off his shoulders. He steps aside and widens the door, allowing Rosie entrance before closing it behind her. He strolls toward the kitchen, hands placed on the GRANITE counter as his gaze sweeps over the dark-haired woman. As luck would have it, she only faintly resembled the three oafs she called brothers, and they were put from thought as he lifted his arms across his chest. ❝ I was pouring a glass of wine when you got here. Want one? Or a towel, perhaps? ❞
consultingsister:
She visibly relaxes, or rather, deflates. She moves one arm around his shoulders and hangs off him, standing on her toes. No heels on; she’s at a disadvantage. “We always have something to fight about, it’s our speciality,” her tone is light and she even smiles, just. “Do you want to forget it? The whole thing, run away to the south of France and get drunkenly married in Bordeaux? Just– good wine and sex for two weeks.”
Mark brushes a hand across her shoulder and down her spine as Cecelia steps into him, feeling the breath ESCAPE her body as her chin finds the slope of his neck. He much prefers having a few inches on her, and allows his hand to venture downward to the shapely curve of her ass –– discreetly, any how. ❝ Your speciality. I merely cater to it. ❞ Mouth pressed against her dark crown, he paints a chaste kiss across her temple. ❝ Yes. God yes. ❞ Mark’s eyes screw closed as he envisions the possibility –– only, he knows, it’ll never come to fruition. Cecelia was far too gung-ho about a sumptuous wedding to even CONSIDER it. ❝ As long as you’re Mrs St James by the end of the day, I don’t give a fuck how it happens. ❞
consultingsister:
“One day I’ll leave you with the baby for a twenty-one year old rockstar and you’ll be sorry.”
❝ Can I get that in WRITING? The prospect is all too exciting. ❞ Mark lunges over, claims her mouth in a rough kiss, his lips leaving a trail of softer caresses down her jaw. ❝ Twenty-one’s a bit young, isn’t it? ❞
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epistocracy:
I THINK I ACTUALLY FINISHED ALL OF MY DRAFTS. key word being think, so if i missed something please throw it my way !! AND FOR THOSE of you who i do not have threads with, or you’ve lost muse for our current one, LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER.