#afterhcurs

[cocaiinedays-blog]

“You wanted me to be rough, so I’m being rough, darling. Can’t you handle it?” 😏😏😏

“I can handle it,” his voice is more breathless now, the blood slowly coming back to his head from where it’d been cut off. To be fair, he’d asked to experiment with the other’s hand over his throat, he had asked for this. “Do it again,” he mumbled, arching up for more. “please.” 

[mysinglexheart-blog]

         isadora approached the fancy restaurant with a slight grimace of pain-- her pale hand coming up to gently prod at the bruising around her eye. it had been a rough past few days. her uncle was sick, and she was too kind to deny help. but the soup had been too cold--or was it too hot?-- either way, it wasn't to his liking. he hit her again; hard. the bruise was a size of a fist, and she could hardly open her eye without looking like she was (oh, and she was) in immense pain. But as she got to the restaurant, her face lifted and the grimace turned into a grin-- running over to Ryder. her small hands clasp the flowers from his hand--then throw themselves around his neck in a warm hug; "Ry, I missed you."          and then the glasses came off. she pulled away, in attempt to hide the bruise--there was no way.

[supxrsticions]

text to || ol

archer: i got my 10 day chip

archer: they said it just gets harder from me

[sunbeamsmilcsarchive]

afterhcurs replied to your post:i am so angry i don’t even have a reason to be...

eat some fucking ice cream and watch bob’s burgers

i'm going to eat pizza rolls and chocolate milk and watch tom fletcher vlogs that's kind of the same thing

[supxrsticions]

❛ I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you. ❜ ─ alice (love me)

“You can’t just say that you’re sorry and that you love me!” Collins looked around, almost incredulously. “It’s.... This isn’t something that you can just apologize for.” He sighed. He was in love with her, but he really just couldn’t handle how his heart felt like it was breaking.

[supxrsticions]

❛ You’re stuck in my head. ❜ ─calum

“Even when I do this?” She asked, making a face. Truth was, sitting in his living room, still in her PJs, she was still head-over-heels in love with him. Evan giggled, and closed the magazine. “What’s going on? Did you see a tiara somewhere at work and think of me?”