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[p1ttlings]

I started watching Animal Kingdom because of Sweet Creature. Today I finished it………… I was NOT prepared and I am NOT happy😠☹️☹️

awwww baby 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im refusing to watch season 6 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[investmentofmyheart]

…glee walked so riverdale could trip…

[kimabutch]

It’s September, which means it’s almost the anniversary of that one time that I drank a Monster Energy drink at 6pm and couldn’t sleep all night and went on a spiritually awakening walk at sunrise and then that evening watched Taliesin’s Between the Sheets video and felt horrible about my life and wrote a comprehensive list of all my personal flaws and sobbed.

[faeriecxrcle]

‘i caught you masturbating’ w jim? :))

Medina’s soft breathing was all you could hear as you lay wide awake. You shuffle slightly, trying to find a comfortable position but all you could think about was Jim; where he could be and what he’s doing.

You sigh, recalling when you had arrived earlier to the house; Medina’s excited grin as she opened the front door.

“Please, tell your mother thank you for letting me stay over,” throwing your backpack to the floor.

“Well…about that,” she bit her lip, “She’s not here.”

Your eyes widened, “What?”

She shrugged, “Visiting our grandparents,” a small smile on her face.

“And Jim?” you try not to sound too interested, lest Medina became suspicious.

She mumbled something about him going out with friends fiddling with the hem of her shirt, clearly unhappy at whatever he was doing. So you started talking about films you could watch that night, and the snacks you had brought over, to distract her.

And now, here you were, after stuffing your faces and binging on Netflix; Medina conked out beside you in her bed, and your mind racing a mile a minute.  

You decide you can’t lay there anymore and climb out of the bed, bare feet padding to the kitchen. You pour yourself a glass of water, taking little sips as you make your way back, pausing when you pass Jim’s room.

You slowly walk towards his door, hand gently turning the handle to reveal darkness, the bedroom void of any human presence. You sigh and walk in, turning on the lamp beside his bed; illuminating the room.

Placing your glass down, you sit at the edge of the mattress, fingers mindlessly tracing the patterns on the soft bed sheet.

You had never truly pined over someone before…until Jim.

His kindness and sensitivity had you drawn into him like a moth to a flame. A glance of his boyish smile and you were weak at the knees. But he seemed to be drifting away for weeks now since their parent’s separation.

You groan, allowing yourself to fall to your side, nuzzling your face into the pillow. You take a deep breath, inhaling Jim’s scent and you sigh wistfully, eyes fluttering closed.

If you do that you can imagine him here, laying beside you, his warm body pressing into your own. `You’d be stroking his brown locks, staring into his bright blue eyes…a cheeky smile on his face.

Maybe he’d kiss you, softly a first, so gentle and hesitant, as if he were afraid to touch you. But then they’d deepen, your heartbeat’s pounding together as one, cheeks flushing as you both mindlessly grind against one another, eager for more.

You whimper quietly into the empty room, thighs clenching to soothe the ache forming between them.

It doesn’t give you much reprieve and your hand instinctively reaches down pushing under the waistband of your shorts, rubbing into the ache. Your panties are soaked through, hips bucking up at the touch, your legs parting for more access.

You gasp, eyes closing again, becoming lost to the fantasy.

You know he’d be a gentle lover, but no less passionate; fucking you hard into the mattress as he groans at the tightness of your pussy.

Biting your lip to silent your whimpers, you circle your fabric covered clit with your fingertips. You need more, and this just isn’t enough.

You moan, shoving your panties to the side, and you almost feel like crying from the feel of flesh on flesh, the dripping wetness soaking your fingertips.

A sharp inhale from the open door knocks you out of your fantasy world, eyes snapping open.

Jim’s standing there, staring down at you, eyes wide, and his cheeks flushing a lovely red. 

Frozen; you can’t move, can’t breathe, and your fucking hand is still inside your panties, pressed into your pussy. You look away, embarrassment seeping from your pores, and you can feel tears threatening to spill.

You move to pull your hand out when Jim suddenly snatches your wrist, pausing your movement entirely. You didn’t even notice him getting closer, too lost in your panic. You hesitantly look up at him, biting your lip, and he’s staring at you intensely as though he’s trying to figure out his next move.

His palm slides from your wrist to your hand slowly, directing it back between your legs, “Don’t stop,” his voice deep and breathless.

[dreamin-when-i-wrote-this]

I watched all of Falsettos for the first time last night...

I couldn’t even post about it since I was sobbing so hard (and have continued to do so all day)

Someone please help

[still-the-same-skittles]

I'm convinced Bucky is still alive in the Marvel Zombies universe.

[oh-amsie]

None of you will ever know how happy this makes me.

Well, actually one person on tumblr will probably know. She's been subjected to my X-Files feelings for years. :D

[djojoek]

I just watched that movie So Undercover that was a low key Miley Cyrus film.

It was good, nicely written. Poor acting in my opinion on some areas, but overall I enjoyed it.

But now I am very very impatiently waiting to see The First Time. I just love Dylan O'Brien okay! And for it to have been a sundance film, just ugh!

Film. Movies. I LOVE IT!