i in fact do NOT have a pocket full of sunshine, that is a glock
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@moriartyfortheevening1
i in fact do NOT have a pocket full of sunshine, that is a glock
"Idiots," I say, referring to the characters I have spent hundreds of my real life hours contemplating.
As I said this morning when I realized it was Friday and not Saturday x I made a Mormor. This is from the same universe as the drawings of Jim eating crayons xD.
(Drawing 1)
(Drawing 2)
I don't know the lore very well yet, but Sebastian somehow found out that Jim was alive and in an asylum so he went to free him! But Jim didn't want to leave without his drawings and his favorite crayons, especially the orange and blue ones (the ones that he chewed up). So Seb put them in the pillowcase xD and carried Jim.Normally, when Sebby carried him for some reason, Jim hated it and would squirm a lot, but this Jim was very still and manageable, which made Sen worry and get angry!
Once those drawings are safe, they'll go on the refrigerator door! (As @moriartyfortheevening1 told me)
No. 483
It's still Friday!
Tomorrow I'll draw Sheriarty
Poor jim what did they (mycroft) do to you?!🥺🥺 seb should be worried if jim isnt a squirrly squirmy mess!
In honer of the first day of pride month, my favorite Gerard Donelan comics
Is it really that wrong of me to ask my roomates to keep the noise down at 9:30pm on the 4th of July as they are setting off fireworks in the driveway, when I have to get up for work at 2:45am the next day??? Am I evil for asking for that???
what’s the mood for july?
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YAAAAAAAAAA yes revolutionary fashiooooooon
The drips are absolutely fire!
Well that was a bust. :/
I got on the wrong train and now im at the airport🥲
😑😑😑😑 the liquor store sold me water. Its supposed to be 44% proof gin. Im gonna blow my shit smooth off.
I need to know how Moran and Moriarty first meeting went and how they bonded. I just need to know.
Well that was a bust. :/
I got on the wrong train and now im at the airport🥲
never put me in a situation where i can show you how fast someone can become nothing to me
What does encephalitis smells like?
Well that was a bust. :/
Do we have a franz kafka diary entry for july 1st, i want to know what he thinks!!!
happy too tired July everyone
⋆˚࿔ fucking you slow after overstimulating you ⋆˚࿔
ִֶָ🪽་༘ p in v, yes slow, deep penetration, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dex pinning you down with his body weight yayyy
dex’s got you crushed under him with his whole body heavy and hot, pinning you so deep into the mattress you can barely breathe right. his cock’s still buried so deep inside you, and when he starts moving it’s this slow, nasty drag that makes you feel every ridge, every swollen vein, the way he’s already so thick from wrecking you three times before this.
he pulls out until it’s just the fat head stretching your entrance. everything was leaking out, your slick and his cum sliding hot down your thighs in a sticky mess. then he sinks back in, inch by inch, shoving all that length right back inside you. your gasp punches out when he hits that spot again, the one that makes your toes curl and your nails dig hard into his biceps without you even realizing. dex stays right there, grinding his hips so his pelvis rubs your oversensitive clit, and the noise that rips out of you is broken, needy, almost embarrassing.
his mouth’s all over your neck, open and sloppy, sucking bruises you’ll definitely feel tomorrow. his grip on your hips is bruising, fingers trembling like he’s fighting the urge to just pound you senseless again. so before he fully loses control, he gives you another one of those slow, devastating thrusts that makes you clench around him like you’re trying to keep him there.
“come on,” he growls low against your ear, voice rough and strained, “just take a little more for me, yeah?”
he keeps going like that. slow, deep, deliberate. all you can focus on is the way his cock drags against every sensitive inch inside you. every thrust pushes more of that sticky mess deeper, fills you until you’re overflowing and the sheets are ruined beneath you.
when he finally comes again it’s with this low, guttural groan muffled against your shoulder as his cock pulsed hard while he pumps another thick load deep inside. yet, he doesn’t stop moving. just keeps fucking it back in, slow and deep, like he’s got all night to make sure every drop stays right where it belongs. and well... you know that he is not stopping anytime soon. poor you.
when you’re trying to let your nemesis know you’re hungry but not for food