STAY GOLDEN AND GLOW!!

Prettiest little ladyboy you ever did darn SEE Rebel baby with a gift for glamour Touch me, touch me I wanna be dirty~

[meme-finesser]

Big Things Poppin’

[thejarlofwhiterun]

[sugarsweetshow]

takeouttommy:

No, I hadn’t noticed all of the controlled explosions happening across the desert in the last few days.

Not particularly happy about that little detail, are you.

[sugarsweetshow]

takeouttommy:

Oh yeah? What have you been up to, that’s kept you so occupied?

Have you noticed the day? It’s pretty damn occupying. Parties and shit, though honestly, I’m kind of bored with the scene right now~ Maybe it’s the decades finally kicking in~...

[sugarsweetshow]

takeouttommy:

Hey. .. Sorry about, calling out of the blue like this… I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.

WELL! You know me, busy as a bee in springtime. You’re lucky I found a free minute for you. <3~

[takeouttommy]

@sugarsweetshow

… Pony? You around?

[sugarsweetshow]

Sure am, sweetums~

[illyadarling]

[allthatandadimesack-deactivated]

[melisica]

[nemk-deactivated20181011]

[momicide]

light in the attic (green&pink) | long exposures

model: Laney

//don’t remove credits

[beetlekayleigh]

Visit Original Link

And We Danced- The Hooters (1985)

[glitchblackmusic]

[fuzzyghost]

[beeple]

VICEMOON

[gameboyhotline2002]

[takeouttommy]

(-8 years) || Tommy + Pony

[sugarsweetshow]

takeouttommy:

Tommy squeezed Pony’s hand with as much strength as he could muster, reaching over with his other to cover the top of Pony’s hand, so it was clasped between his own. “It’s okay,” he said quietly. “It’s okay.”

He knew it wasn’t, not really–not with the “Rat King” and the “Princes” gone, not with people starting to panic in the desert–but he offered the words anyway, some kind of comfort. He was still there, still kicking, and Pony was allowed to be hurting, was allowed to grieve.

Pony allowed himself to bask in that small gesture of comfort for just a moment longer, before he sniffled loudly, yanking his hand free to wipe messily at his face. “... It’s not,” he finally huffed out. “But whatever. It’s not important right now.”

He peeked down at the bloody mess once more, thanking the stars that he hadn’t been born a squeamish person. “... Let’s just concentrate on fixin’ you up, huh?”