SamphireSea @samphiresea - Tumblr Blog

Slashers this, oh slashers that, but this 191cm drug dealer lunatic in dirty underwear just altered my brain chemistry. Tbh considering the crimes he committed, his kill rate AND bad hygiene I'm voting for him to be included into the list of slashers😤

Another day appreciating how amazing Steven Ogg's physique is😥

sharpchinsimp

peppermintdick

Heaven was always something unattainable

...Too pure for the two of them <3

rayjiguang

Two of my favorite things to do in gtav:

1. Get Michael and Trevor drunk together

2. Driving around in Dave's car and listening to him yelling at me

alibi487

would anybody like to draw steve haines in this

sharpchinsimp

Canon, I guess.

And I love the fact that “horrible outfits” is the only problem Dave sees in Steve Haines

alibi487

oh why behold

ctrevk-blog

I made this post like 5 times and each time I kept posting it to my side blog 😂😂

— The words are from a song called ‘Tear You Apart’ - She Wants Revenge. Amazing song 👌👌

morai-thoughts

Literally me

dancinginthesliverglow

Is it not enough to intensely daydream a fanfic in painful, emotional and visual detail constantly for over a week? Must I also convert it to doc/word format as well?

missazabi-blog

→Amanda de Santa “How would you know what progress is like, you stupid, murdering shit?!”

melthesomebody

A whole entire summary of GTA V in just 19 seconds

trevor-philips-trash

Yeah that pretty much sums it up

trevortheprotohipster

honestly, what else did i expect

daekiyu

i rly said to myself "what if i just drew them kissing a bunch" and here we are

visceraofmutts

Thinkin bout forming a special bond w Michael being totally spoiled by him 🥰

oh anon your so right.

it would start off simple enough, a friend of a friend or a work colleague or maybe you make his coffee in a bean machine. and then he takes an interest in you. Mikey doesn't know what it is about you. what makes you so special? is it how when the light hits you it makes you look like an angel sent down to save him, save him from his failing marriage, from his bratty kids and his path of destruction

maybe it's how you laugh at his shitty jokes, how you dont call him fat or snakey or rude or chubby or treacherous or spineless or hypocritical or a whore. you give him a chance to exist outside his wrongdoings and after that great gift how can he not worship you?

you dont think nothing of it at first. he gives you a new coat when yours get damaged and when your eyes light up, he can feel himself lighting up as well. seeing you pleased lowers his guard it makes you feel good and it makes him feel good. so he keeps going.

a coffee here, a bag there a necklace cause he feels like it. soon your home is spilling with remnants of Michael. you try and convince him that you dont need these silver earring but he won't hear it, you still half heartedly complain, it's practically tradition now. you hope he knows it's because you dont want him to think that your using him, but it doesn't seem like he cares either way. the watch he bought you lies on the side. the flowers he bought you light up the hallway. the boiler he paid to have fixed hums instead of growls now.

and he spoils you in all sorts of other ways as well. entangled in your sheets he praises every movement, worships every inch of skin and blesses every small noise. it makes him feel 20 again, and in your lamps soft light, he looks 20 again. he sheds the eyebags and the wrinkles like the second skin trevor delights on reminding him he wears and crawls into your arms like your his salvation.

its amanda who points it out, a scalding comment about how your practically a sugar baby after he buys your dream car sends the small mention of the gift into a full blown screaming match.

when he leaves again, he drives to you without thinking. he knows the path to your home better then he knows himself. he knows every turn and every traffic light. every obstacle

and when his hand raps against the door, you call him into your home, where his gifts smell like you. your coffee cups spill across the counters. he sees you and kisses you, its beautiful desperately so, the way your teeth clack and a thousand promises slip from his lips, past yours down your throat and into your lungs.

you dont know what makes this kiss so much different from the others until his hand cradles yours and you notice that the cool metal wedding band that haunts you is gone.

and that is the first gift he gives you that you can't bring yourself to oppose