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fuck you @staff i posted one thing about vanilla sex and got put onto safe mode thanks for ruining my fucking blog

[minthara]

[minthara]

[cutiepiesub]

Vanilla sex is hardly spoken about but it’s cute like imagine whispering I love you to someone and hearing them moan and being so caught up in the pleasure and endorphins that you basically melt into eachother while holding hands and kissing eachother

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mythikos‌.

HE RESTS hands on his hips for a second, EXHALING through his nostrils, a deep breath of the fresh air in the open jungle. HE LOVED IT. He loved it out right into the wild, shoulders rolling quietly for a second before exhaling softly and carding a hand through his hair, idle for a second before smiling to himself. RUBBING the back of his neck before glancing back at the other man for a second coming back to himself and answering tentatively.

“…S’GET goin’. Temple ain’t gonna EXPLORE itself now is it?”

     that’s the answer he was hoping for.  an excited little hop down, finding a decent, flat enough area to set his pack before he’s tugging a few things from his backpack that he knew he’d need.  excavating tools, water, satchel, things of that nature.  excited blue eyes flicker back to karter briefly before he’s taking off, excited steps, prancing off toward their beautiful find. hopefully they were the first ones here and they didn’t find a completely plundered and gutted interior. “ race  ya  --  three  two  one  go ! ”

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badwclv‌.

the whitetail mountains surely were a place to admire.          nature  was  a  gift  from  god ,  or  so  his  father  used  to  say  before  he  turned  into  the  drunken  monster  he  was .  old  mad  seed  was  an  idiot  but  at  least  this  man  knew  how  to  appreciate  the  beauty  of  nature  ————-    one  similarity  between  him  and  jacob  the  big  brother  did  not  despise  and  apparently ,  nathan  had  eyes  for  that  beauty  as  well .  and  yet ,  he  did  not  see .  JACOB’S  JUDGES  FOLLOWED  HIM  EVERYWHERE .  they  were  close  but  nathan  did  not  seem  to  notice .  and  he  did  not  have  to ,  not  yet .

❝ absolutely not, ❞          he  shook  his  head ,  waved  a  refusing  hand  as  he  laughed  briefly .               ❝   you’re  welcome  to  stay  but  sure ,  there’s  a  hotel  nearby .  i’ll  take  you  there ,   ❞               jacob  did  not  mind  the  sudden  change  of  plans ,  though  his  men  at  the  veteran’s  center  awaited  the  big  brother’s  arrival .  whatever ,  it  could  wait .  at  the  next  crossroad ,  he  took  the  left  turn  to  the  grand  view  hotel  instead  of  the  right  further  up  to  the  hospital .               ❝   so ,  where  are  you  from ?   ❞

     blue hues were almost captured by the landscape, taking in only brief glances of the other man before he was peering back out the windshield.  nathan drake never took vacations, so doing something like this for himself and no one else, just to enjoy himself, was something he was trying to savor.  no mercenaries shooting at him, nobody hunting him, nobody to race to the end with or against.  just nathan and his time.  and now his savior sitting in the drivers seat.

     “ sorry ,  i  don’t  mean  to  waste  your  time  to  bring  me  anywhere.  i  appreciate  it . i  can  walk ,  if  it’s  not  too  much  further . ”  though he had the smallest inkling that that offer would be refused as well.  “ oh ,  uh ,  i  live  in  massachusetts ,  but  i  just  got  back  from  a  trip  to  africa .  wanted  to  take  some  me  time  before  i  got  back  home . ”  finally fully regarding the other man, turning a bit to take him in; his details, the way he was dressed, scars, tattoos. “ how  well  do  you  know  the  area ?  this  your  home ? ”

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panamaleft‌.

DON’T GET HIM WRONG , NO JET LAG WAS A PLUS ——————  but  he  was  sure  that  it  would  be  hard  for  any  of  this  to  be  exciting  as  doing  it  ABROAD . He  reclines  back  where  he’s  sitting - one  of  his  arms  draped  lazily over  his  face  as  he  sucks  in  a  deep  breath  &&  listens  to  what  his  brother  has  to  say . His  lips  turn  up  softly  at  the  EDGES , &&  he  lifts  his  hand  just  enough  to  peer  across  at  Nathan. ❝ might not seem like a lot to you, brother ❞ he drawls , kicking his legs up - one  over  the  other .  ❝ Some of us can’t  afford the finer things in life ❞

His  arm  comes  back  down , blocking  out  the  light - trying  to  determine whether  he  could  catch  a  nap  while  Nate  was  talking  to  himself.  ❝ &&  don’t  speak  too soon , a’right? You say no boats or planes && then we end up having to travel through storms  && shit because it’s sods  law .❞

     “ i  know  it’s  not  chump  change  or  nothin’ ,  but  i’ve  had  bigger  paydays .  hopefully  this  one  won’t  be  as  bad  as  sinking  a  city  or  somethin’ . ”  hands readjust on the steering wheel, giving a slight glance behind them at the darkening horizon.  was the sun going down already?  or maybe it was the rain that sam just jinxed on them  --  oh yeah, all sam’s fault there.  considering the treasure was supposedly just  ...  buried somewhere, and on united states soil they might be a little safer than usual. mercs didn’t just roam the land around virginia.

     “ what ,  scared  of  getting  your  paws  wet ? ”  a tease, glancing over at his brother sprawled out in the passenger seat.  “ you  hungry  yet ?  the  hotel’s  about  an  hour  away  from  here ,  do  you  wanna  eat  before  or  after  we  hit  it ? ”

[scott-eastwood-blog]

Scott Eastwood photographed by Sean Thomas for British GQ

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artifexed‌.

                 it wasn’t hard to spot the guy who looked around rather lost and indecisive.  “ ah, i thought so, where are you headed to? i can give you some directions. “

     he offers his phone for a brief moment, showing the address of the brooklyn museum. it might be obvious to someone that lives here, but as someone who came from massachusetts, the whole ‘new york’ thing was a little much. “ it’s  probably  obvious  and  i’m  just  missing  it . ”

[moretrustworthy-m]

❝ there  must  be  a  beginning  of  any  great  matter ,  but  the  continuing  unto  the  end  until  it  be  thoroughly  finished  yields  the  true  glory . ❞                                                                        ―  sir  frances  drake ,  1587 .

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pagubnyy‌.

GOD, HIS HEAD HURT. his heart ached. he ran a hand over his face because he could hear the tears in nathan’s voice as he spoke. he knew they were coming before he saw them. and he was refusing to look. eyes staring down at their feet. his heart raced along with the pain in it. he didn’t do this well. he didn’t do nathan well. it was his own fault. he wasn’t used to opening up, he wasn’t used to LETTING someone in. and god forbid he let fucking nathan drake in. at least, that was what his head was telling him. that aching heart was screaming something different.  “god damnit, nathan,” he said – voice low. rough. his own emotion was heavy in it. he wasn’t looking up.  “i want you. i want you, isn’t that obvious?” he knew that it wasn’t. he fucking knew it wasn’t obvious. “i want you. i want you, nathan. i want us to go on this vacation, i want to lay on the hot beach and get bloody burnt, i want to get drunk with you at sunset and fuck you stupid back at the hotel room. that’s all i want. but every time we speak – it feels like it’s a fight.” HARRY REACHED UP AND ran his hand through his hair, it was rough and he finally looked up at him. he flinched back slightly seeing the tears. he was always weak when nathan showed emotion like this. it wasn’t common for him to cry. but he knew him, and he knew him well. too well. staring at him, he opened his mouth slightly before pursing his lips and swallowing. weakness was prayed upon but nathan was someone different from those he usually dealt with.  “i want to be here, i don’t want to leave.” he didn’t know how to address that nathan always made him feel like he should. because it wasn’t nathans fault, it was his own defensive behavior. “i never want to leave, but i do. okay? is that what you want to hear? i never want to leave, but i fucking do. i walk out that door and ignore everything i’m feeling in favor of my own selfish pride. that’s what happens, right? it’s true. i’m a selfish prick in love with an idiot who has an accidental ego half the time.”

     “ no !  no ,  it’s  not  obvious ! ”  he can feel the streaks down his face, feel how cool the tears feel against his heated cheeks.  a wet breath leaves him, attempting to catch his breath as he looks down, away, anywhere but at harry.  he hates it when things get like this  --  why couldn’t they just be a normal couple?  why did everything they did outside of sex have to hurt? hearing how much he wanted him, every way he wanted him, his chest felt so tight like he couldn’t breathe.  a sob this time, air coming roughly in, though never feeling like he could take a proper breath  --  fuck, he had to sit, he was gonna pass out if he didn’t sit.  though stubborn as always, instead he braced himself against the wall, hand rubbing over his chest in an attempt to loosen the horrid sensation.

     “ so  stay !  stay  here  with  me ,  don’t  run !  every  time  you  leave ,  i  never  know  if  you’re  coming  home ,  if  you’re  fucking  someone  else ,  if  you’re  drunk ,  if  you’re  dead  --  i  don’t  understand  how  you  think  or  what  you  want  and  you  get  so  angry  with  me  all  the  time ! ”  no, he’s sitting.  right here, right on the floor, nearly falling due to feeling so overwhelmingly lightheaded.  is this what a panic attack feels like?

     between breaths, all he could manage were shoulder-trembling sobs.  he hated this, hated it.  why couldn’t they have a normal relationship? why did everything always fall apart in his hands?  why did EVERYTHING he touched always turn to shit?

     “ i  know  i’m  stupid ,  i’m  so  FUCKING  STUPID  all  the  time !  everyone  says  it  --  and  all  i  do  is  piss  you  off  and  shove  you  away  and  say  mean  shit  -- ”

[starlvrd]

“It’s easy to fall in love when you’re young, right? And then you start to realise those feelings of love and stuff, passion, love, lust, sometimes they come very quickly, but they can also leave quickly.”

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mythikos‌.

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A SMALL PAT to Nate’s back is what comes as he rises up over the RIDGE, stretching out a little until his BACK cracks and hands come back to rest on his hips idly for half a second, NODDING ONE, two, THREE times before turning to glance over his shoulder at the other man and GESTURES, a small grin populating his feature for a second.

“We’re here.”

     he was surprised that karter even wanted to touch him, considering how sweaty he’d managed to get.  damn humidity.  topping the ride, he allows himself a breath of ease, wasting no time in pulling the journal from his pocket and working on a rough sketch outline of the structure, decaying and being buried alive by jungle in front of them.  a beautiful, forgotten relic that hadn’t had a human soul inside for probably decades, if not centuries.  the excitement had his heart pounding a little higher in his throat, able to feel that familiar ache to go go go.  “ glad  we  made  it  before  night .  should  we  set  up  camp  now  or  later ? ”  please say later.

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pagubnyy‌.

HE FELT LIKE A teenager in a romantic relationship. but that’s the thing. they were adults. and they weren’t together. things were in limbo, they always were in limbo. nothing about them was EVER solid. as soon as nathan asked too many questions, harry ran away with his tail between his legs. and then in turn when he came close to nate and let him in, nathan either didn’t understand or harry got pissed off. was this one of those moments?  “what the fuck do you want, nathan?” he set the suitcase down and turned back to him. his voice cut through the get out get out get out get out that was radiating in his head. “i could pay you back for the bloody ticket, you know that. what do you want to talk about? this?” harry gestured between them, then a BROAD gesture around the room.  “i don’t know how to talk to you. every god damn thing i say to you – i feel like you throw it back in my face.”

     “ what  the  fuck  --  what  do  i  want ?  are  you  serious ?  i  want  you ! ”  he can feel the emotions welling to the surface, hands covering his face for a brief moment as he attempts to catch his breath.  he hates this, hates it, hates it, he should’ve just let harry leave like he always did.  he could’ve gone on mexico for vacation on his own, met some gorgeous girl or guy and had a good time.  but instead, he wants to be here, arguing with harry for what felt like the millionth time.  “ that’s  all  i  ever  wanted !  i  feel  like  i  don’t  know  how  to  talk  to  you  anymore ,  you’re  always  freaking  out  or  running  or  angry ,  i  don’t  --  i  get  scared  you’re  not  gonna  come  back ,  like  i  keep  shoving  you  away ,  i  --  fuck ,  harry ,  what  do  you  want  from  me ?  i  don’t  know  what  to  do ,  and  i  try  to  talk  and  you  get  angry  and  drink  or  leave .  if  --  if  you  don’t  wanna  be  here ,  if  you  don’t  wanna  be  here  with  me ,  then  please  --  just  go .  give  me  my  key  and  go . ”  oh, there’s the tears.

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pagubnyy‌.

IT BOTHERED HIM WHEN nathan just blew everything off. every time he tried to talk to him about something, nate never even understood what was bothering him. and the it festered. it festered and nathan always thought it was something small and pathetic. like his feelings didn’t matter. that might be him internalizing this. internalizing everything. like he always did. he never let nathan in properly.  HE WATCHED HIM AFTER he told him off. how tired he was, how much he didn’t want to deal with this. harry wondered if nathan even knew what this was about. it didn’t matter. because nathan was gone. he opened his mouth, and ran a hand over his face. cursing underneath his breath – harry did what harry always did. he reached forward and grabbed his suitcase and started away from the balcony to the door. 

     damn if he didn’t know harry inside and out.  the glass door is slid open as he attempts to leave, arms crossing as he leans against the door frame.  “ you  better  not , ”  he huffs out at him, coming inside in case he decided to actually bolt. “ we  have  a  flight  to  be  on  in  forty - five  minutes .  i  paid  for  your  ticket ,  so  you  better  go  or  i’m  never  inviting  you  again . ”  it’s not much of a reason, and it was easy to think of harry immediately quipping back a ‘i don’t care’ and storming out anyway.

      “ we’ve  been  planning  this  forever ,  don’t  leave . ”  he hates that he feels like he’s begging, but he does wanna go, and he wants harry there with him.  “ just  talk  to  me .  you  never  talk ,  you  always  get  mad  and  make  me  feel  like  shit .  you  never  let  me  in  then  get  pissed  that  i  don’t  know  what’s  going  on .  come  on ,  just  --  put  your  suitcase  down . ”

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pagubnyy‌.

“does that make you feel good?”  STANDING NEXT TO THE doorway to the kitchen, his arms were crossed. he was defensive. he was on the defense. his back was straight and his shoulders squared. jaw set, he was radiating pure frustration. not just that – he was pissed off. no one got to him the way nate did. no one crawled under his skin and left him digging a knife in to make it stop.  “running your fucking mouth like that. that make you feel good? big strong nathan drake, fucking never does a god damn thing wrong. genius, mastermind – always knows everything. is there anything you don’t know, nate? huh? c’mon, tell me, mate. is there anything you’re not perfect at?” 

@moretrustworthy​ liked for harry!

     he hated when harry got like this.  it was the fact that he would find one little thing to focus on, something that pissed him off beyond compare, and keep it to himself until he exploded on something stupid.  the time before this, it was the fact that his check engine light came on. this time, it just happened to be nathan correcting him about something.  he was used to it, as sad as that was, letting harry have his tantrums and just riding them out and letting him yell.  this time was digging at him, however  --  he was tired, he hadn’t slept in two days. he was hungry, and they had to catch a flight in less than an hour.

     “ shut  up . ”  followed by a sigh, shoulders tight jaw clenched, “ i  am  ...  just .  so  done  with  you  always  yelling  at  me .  i’m tired ,  i’m  hungry ,  and  i’m  not  gonna  stand  here  and  listen  to  you  tell  me  how  awful  i  am .  you  act  like  i  don’t  know  that  already . ”  he turns from him, leaving the room, unwilling to let this escalate much further.  it didn’t stop him from shoving his suitcase out of his way and shutting the door to the balcony a little too hard.  he had to be in a closed cabin with him for nine hours.  maybe he could manage to trade seats with someone, harry was cute enough that some old lady might take him up on it.