#railbird

[relaxxattack]

Pls form a heist team made of homestuck characters and tell me what their assigned roles are

anon doesnt know about my fic…

[electronicsquid]

Railbird at the Charles Town race track

(Hank Walker. 1950)

[emmebeephotography]

Common Gallinule Sweetwater Wetlands Tucson, AZ March 2021

[abegailannne]

All I know is that when I am good and sober I am leaving West Virginia for a while, don’t know why but every time I cross that river, Lord, there’s something tears me up, makes me wild

[rickmaynard]

Cartoon of the Day: 8-9-19: 221/365.Looking forward to music at the racetrack this weekend!

[bonusquestion]

Every now and again i am reminded of music’s purpose. To fill a person with feelings both good and bad, happy and sad. I think that is why we go to concerts, to be filled with that feeling.

[praebitorem-glaciei]

tw for somno but its very much consensual.

Heath's brows furrowed as they were stirred from their sleep, their mid day nap cut suddenly short. It took a moment, but realizing their position summoned their heart before they could stop it. The man's arms wrapped around them, his head tucked under their chin, his body cold but comfortable in their arms.

But most notably, he was whimpering. Heath almost thought it was a nightmare, almost. Their thigh between his legs to keep them as close as possible, however, clued them into something else. He whined against their neck as he rutted helplessly against their thigh.

His insistence on cuddling without clothes on betrayed him, they could feel his slick, his heat. Heath was used to this with Cirino, the man often got frisky in his sleep. But this was the first time with Alee. They knew of his habits, his preferences. But it wasn't something they yet really had time to explore with him.

Heath brushed their hair from their eyes, blinking down at the man as their heart thudded in their ears. Alee really did have a habit for reawakening the dead. He looked so sweet and innocent, mouth slightly open, dark hair stuck to his forehead, eyes closed. The whimpering. The whimpering was really pretty.

They carefully pulled their leg from between his, gentle so as not to wake him. The reaper quietly wiggled downwards without ever leaving his grip, then pulled his leg over their hip. The position was a bit off, with how tightly he held onto them. But it'd work for what they wanted, and that was what mattered.

Alee's expression was almost a pout from the sudden lack of stimulation, the reaper smiled softly at it. Heath wasn't entire sure when his humping and whimpering had gotten to them, more focused on their heart, but it had. Lining up and sliding inside of him was easy, the sorcerer exhaling softly in his sleep.

He was tight around their cock, but it was a comfortable fit as he finally relaxed in their arms once more. He still rocked his hips back and forth, albeit weakly, his previous whimpers now heavy pants. Heath rocked their hips in tangent with his, finding a smooth slow rhythm that pleased them both. Even in his sleep he was reactive, arms tightening, small pleased noises, even his tail occasionally flicked.

Heath kissed his throat, lips pressed against the overlapping scars. They wanted to thank him for baring himself so open to them. But for now, this would have to do. Romantic and slow, they wanted to treat him sweetly. "He..Heath… ah.." Orange eyes flicked up to his face, still asleep.. Ah he was even dreaming about them specifically? Their grip tightened on him.

[realweezer]

weezer @ railbird.

6/3/2023. lexington, ky.

weird things about this set:

1) being at a country music festival

2) being at a country music festival surrounded by rednecks

3) rivers throwing a mic across the stage

4) cowboy rivers era

pls add more if you were there