#sorry all

[starpiastri]

since i can’t reblog @formulahs post w a video…. this is what below average capcut skills can get you

[fordtato]

Hey everyone, unfortunately I have some not-great news. My partner is going through some serious medical issues, which means I need to put a hold on some video plans I had for June. With any luck I'll have a new one out in July, but it really just depends, so I don't want to promise anything. Wish me luck, stay tuned, and thank you all for understanding, especially as I take a step back from social media.

For those of you who would like to donate as I deal with these issues, here is my Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/hanahyperfixates

P.S. Happy 6/18 (it's the Gravity Falls day!)

[laced-in-ruin]

Necessities for me to live:

● 6 ft, dark skin, soft platinum blonde curls, pale blue eyes, cracked lips, long eyelashes, freckled shoulders, beauty mark on the cheek, Evan Rosier.

● 5"10, pale, messy uneven light brown hair, boring brown eyes, bacne, freckles, chewed up fingernails, Barty Crouch Jr.

● The above two kissing.

[sex-typo]

spreading sam tickle fetish agenda

[sharpace]

Drawing depressed Doritos

[coire-non]

hungry but there’s no “dunk obediently takes lyonel’s crown when he flings it at him to jump into the dancing crowd, and he waits with it held steady in his hands and doesn’t move one inch because it doesn’t immediately occur to him to do so and then, besides, he’s got a task and a role and that’s more of a comforting shield in a crowded pavilion than any drunken haze could be, and he would stand sentry for hours if needs must, and lyonel is so damnably thunderstruck by this lovely ridiculous giant of a man planting himself in place and obeying him to the most extreme conclusion of the order for the simple pleasure of it! to the point of discomfort in the glances he’s suffering and the faint ache of his arms! and of course they make it sexual, fast. cue stress position and honour bondage montage” in my fridge

[zweiginator]

going back to ex!patrick after a three weeks of telling him he’d never get to touch you ever again. now you’re pinned beneath him, legs pushed to your chest as he fucks into you so slowly, enough for you to feel every inch of him.

“tell me you fucking missed me.”

you shake your head. patrick shoves his thumb between your lips and he feels your cunt clench around him as he bottoms out again. he stops moving.

“you don’t have to.” a slap to your pussy. “she’s telling me herself. fucking slut.”

you’re back together that night.