#brb going to hell

[ivyisnerding]

For science.

[handercover]

Lemme make a new icon : file dead on desktop

Mandatory booba : neuron activated

Yes they are Tom Riddle's bully,an they are basically sona but Harry Potter themed because the first art I did in this dang fandom was a drawing of me n my friends so I'm going down with that

[datguytoad]

I'm going to hell... ☠️☠️☠️🤣

[maliciously-yours]

how do you stop hating yourself?

their laughters,

their subtle smiles,

their “i know” direct gaze,

their attention that doesn’t rip you off,

but instead calms you down,

its beautiful how people can become

your reason to smile,

and to help you believe that you are not half bad,

and that you don’t need a “use” for existence.

[gaiuswrites]

what are your thoughts on virgin!frankie morales? thanks bestie

I—

It depends. If he was a virgin as a teenager, that’s all well and good and I’m uninterested because, ya know, Children™️. However,,, if we are potentially saying that somehow, Francisco “Catfish” Morales kept his virginity (I use that term lightly) intact well into his young adult life (no small part due to catholic guilt I’m sure, thanks bestie) — say, around 21-22? Well, that’s another story entirely. No minors beyond this point y’all, thanks:

Because can you fucking imagine those chestnut brown eyes fawning up at you? As you guide Frankie into your pussy, as you sheath yourself around his length and he has to fucking fist the sheets to keep himself anchored on the damn bed because fuck, you’re so tight. You’re so fucking molten— this is nothing close to the sloppy mouths and fumbling hands he’d had in his youth, this isn’t even on the same plane of existence—and every prehistoric urge buried bone deep within him is praying he bucks his hips— is aching to pulse and pulse and pulse up into the hot slick between your thighs as you grind your clit against his tawny summer skin, the smattering of hair there rubbing you raw just enough.

You take him slow, graceful— you show him mercy, the Madonna that you are— giving him pause and breath and letting him cool the race of his blood rushing south through his veins. The muscles and tendons in Frankie’s neck are choked, riling against his taut flesh, and the bones of his knuckles are pressed as white as the bedding he’s tangled in his grasp, and gently— like plucking silk petals from a lily— you unlace his strangled clasp of the sheet.

“Here,” you murmur, guiding his palms to your breasts. You’re both soft— him, softer than you in some ways, soft around the eyes in a manner you hope will never change; evergreen and foolish, you hope he will never harden but you know; you know what time does to men, and you know you are but betting against the inevitable— and an appreciative moan slips from the velvet of your lips as he squeezes, massaging the lush weight experimentally, and your chin tips backwards, lashes fluttering. “That’s it, baby,” you coo, “fuck, so good— just like that.”

You can feel him then: he twitches inside you. Frankie brays in the divine channel of your cunt and with a heady clarity, you return your gaze to the man beneath you, a lock of your hair falling in a curtain out from behind the hold of your ear. “D’you like that?” you grin, gaze blackened. Pregnant. “You like when I tell you how good you feel? How good you’re doing?”

Frankie’s unintelligible. He’s spewing a unique concoction of confessional sins and tar dark whines, and between his gasps you hear him mewl yes yes yes yes—

Your smirk curves cheshired and devilish towards the apples of your cheeks and you serve him a particularly cruel circle of your pelvis, undulating your sweet cunt up and up and up up up until you’re teasing the ruddied tip of his cock, before plunging back down and swallowing his shaft once more. Again, you do this. Again. Again. And again and again and all the while, you praise him— this golden calf, this coltish titan, laid between the prize of your thighs.

That’s my good boy, that’s it

That’s it Frankie, baby

You’re doing so good for me— so fucking good— all for me

All for you

All for you

All for—

[bucktitties]

*wakes up in the middle of the night*

OMG WAIT SOMEONE PLEASE DO A PARALLEL GIFSET BETWEEN THE MONTAGES OF EDDIE AT HIS NEW JOB AND SQUIDWARD WHEN HE MOVED TO TENTACLE ACRES

[pink02]

I'm having existential crisis right now and with that I'll be showering you all with angst fics lol

Angst fest let's gooo

Idk if you guys deserve happy endings /j

[elmentalwish-archived]

remember timmie’s pigeons?

this is them now. feel old yet?