#omg flashbacks

[asirensrage]

[roseisatvaddict]

sexiest make-out session in all of cw history hands down

[puncoordinated]

When i was 11, I thought it was unfair that the boys could sit with spread legs and girls couldn't. So I wrote a song.

*to the tune of hand clap el i el i chicka li chicka li"

We think we should have rights

To keep our legs open

Keep them open all the time.

We think we should do it free,

Even though the boys might see

[thestefunnyone]

Anyone else get ocassional emails from Mnet in all Korean with no translation and ur like 'the crap is this' But then u remember the time u were frantically looking for a place to live stream exo's comeback performance for wolf and signed up for an account on some website that u don't even understand. *and that live stream wasn't available in ur country or something so u watched it w/o signing up on some other website LOL*

[thequeenintheeast]

O yeah Teen Wolf Flashback madness tonight....

[baisunas]

ooc; I'm going to give you three: Hannibal/du Maurier, Hannigram and throwback again to Jax and Blanche 1.0 (I JUST MISS THEM SO MUH-HUH-HUH-UCH)

Hannibal/Bedelia

She exhales against his mouth- hot and alive with the touch of simple sweet- as the spaces between her ribs fit perfectly against his fingers and his palm settles into the hollow of her hip. Her hair tickles at the curve of his jaw as they float together; their dance is a dance of seasons, the movement of the earth, and the simplicity of manners wrapped tart and coy around the tongue.

He lingers in her as he would a painting that brings heat to his eyes and tightness to his breath as it crumbles under his touch to dust; some things are too precious to possess.

 Hannibal/Will

In the dark, Hannibal dreamed of snakes that unhinged their jaws to swallow the world, licking hissing gulps that tickled toes. He smiled at the mongoose with blood on its’ maw and the curl of feral claws as it sank them deep to pull and rend.

“Ouroboros,” he’d whisper on waking before wondering in the haze of delighted somnolence if the mongoose would fight and chew back until they were a tight knot of death locked in love of their purpose; if Will would taste as delicate covered in blood while he trembled and devoured.

 Jax/Blanche

The first kiss had lifted him onto his toes, smiling helpless into it as he pulled her closer. The second and third melting into each other as sugar into tea, filling him with warmth as he closed his eyes and tangled his fingers in the silky heat of her hair as he touched his tongue to the simple quiet of her sigh.

Jax was brilliant and devoted, but he stopped keeping count at four— he understood that when the infinite sprawled out in front of him it was only best to hold on and enjoy the fall.

[cyberunfamous]

Watching Footloose. My sister said: No Dancing, no singing, no quoting it or anything

[acciosarahbear-blog]

My mouth tastes like pot.