#because yes?

[coffeezoii]

oh dear, it seems i’ve fallen

flat colour ↓

[emily-lotus]

perseverance.

whether you recognize it or not, you've got a strong soul. your last thread of hope might be fraying and thin, but it's still there. you're still holding onto it. i promise it'll be worth it to keep holding on. over time, you'll notice that it's easier to grab. you won't feel so weak anymore because things will be easier. things will get better because you command them to. so keep your head up, yeah? you've still got some people to prove wrong.

[chiefnooniensingh]

they just...destroyed edom?

[cichypit]

okay, who will win today: Serbia or Poland

what do you think? 🙃

[captaingambit]

I just realized I have to make a new desktop wallpaper now

[readyforyours]

“ Maybe you should spank me – I’ve been very, very bad.”

           ❝ maybe you should COME OVER HERE & I’ll indulge you. ❞

[all-things-all-the-time]

"Sorry, were you sleeping?"

Ryan is having, like, the best dream ever. He and Mike are making out, which is a given in pretty much any dream (and in real life), but they’re on some sort of giant trippy floating rainbow mushroom thing which is like, pretty freaking cool.

Mike pulls back from Ryan and he whines, trying to get his boyfriend’s lips back on his. “No, Ry,” Michael says, and his voice sounds like a thousand times more hotter than it does in real life because this dream-land is making everything really echoey and slow. Which is cool with Ryan because that’s pretty much how his brain is all the time.

Ryan is about to complain when Michael starts kissing down his neck and leaving small marks on his skin. Ryan tries to protest, something about swimming, but the words won’t come, because Mike’s mouth just feels too damn good. So he just closes his eyes and lets Michael leave his mark.

Ryan opens his eyes, though, because suddenly the mushroom thing is moving underneath him. Michael doesn’t seem to notice, though. Just keeps marking up Ryan’s neck.

The trippy mushroom thing changes into a bearskin rug, which is pretty fucking cool, because like, who doesn’t want to get fucked on a bearskin rug.

Ryan lies down, and Mike follows, now working his mouth down Ryan’s bare chest. They’re both naked now, and Ryan doesn’t really know when that happened, but it did, and he’s like, totally more than okay with it.

Herman and Carter run past them on the bearskin rug, barking, as Mike’s mouth sinks down over his dick. And yeah, that’s pretty fucking cool. He groans and arches his back, pressing his hips up, effectively fucking up into Mike’s mouth.

It’s only minutes before Ryan knows he’s gonna cum. He reaches down to tangle is hands in Michael’s hair and he tugs, signaling that he’s gonna cum. But Mike doesn’t move, just smirks around Ryan’s cock.

Ryan cries out as he simultaneously wakes up and cums, right down Michael’s throat. He gasps for air, looking down at Mike with wide eyes.

Michael pulls off his dick with a pop, a bit of cum on his lips. He licks it away and smirks up at Ryan.

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”