#touchfelt

[dustlandfairytales]

hi there! are you able to tell which psd you used for your matthew daddario icons? they are beautiful :3

Hi there! I’m not quite sure which ones I used because I made them a while ago but I think they definitely were from @bubblecoloring, @floydcolorings, @honeycoloring or Deviantart because they are the ones I mostly use. Hope this helps you!

[heartsnatched]

@touchfelt​ for dyson ! 

being somewhat immortal meant that there were hardly ever deep connections that he could form with people. the most that someone lasted in his life was about ten years until he had to move again. knowing other immortal creatures did spice things up every now and then. every century or so, dyson seemed to be nearby and ronan couldn’t help but cross his path. “don’t tell me there’s a tough case to crack that they had to call you in.” the detective was good at his job from what the merman could remember. “i would hate to ask you out only to find out that you’re on your way to a crime scene.” a bit lower this time, he leaned in and pressed his right hand against his heart. “promise it wasn’t me this time. i remember the hell i put you through when we first met.” ronan was much more discreet now.

[serviant]

As soon as his eyes caught a glimpse of the other, Daniel could not help but smile like a fool. He put his little chef’s hat down as well as his spatula and waved to his boss for a short break before he rushed towards the man through the crowd with waving arms. “H-Hey, it’s me! Daniel!” He caught up to Dyson out of breath, bending down to catch his breath. “R-Remember me?” Daniel asked, still vaguely getting used to the idea that people could actually recognise him as Daniel. Back above the clouds with the Meth, there had been so many worker sleeves with his exact face running around that individuality had been unthinkable for him. “I... I followed your advice and quit the job; I work at a noodle place now! I’m treated way nicer -- thanks to you!”

@touchfelt​

[milletant-moved]

📓 Push/Slide [a folder of confidential documents] across a table to my muse. ── @touchfelt​ .

he thinks its only fair that he should be even mildly suspicious of the arrangements as it is. He had never known Lex to agree to the law when it didn’t benefit him directly. Even more so to him. Knowing what he knew. Knowing what he was capable of. It just didn’t seem likely. But he was here to do his job so he took the folder, opening it to look at the content one by one. 

“ What exactly am I looking at, Lex? “

nonverbal rp starters  : selective .

[kiantrev]

“did you cut your hand?” (from dyson)

“Yeah.. yeah, I did,” the caregiver winces, hissing as he presses a napkin against the cut. Blood rolls down his arm as he lifts it up in attempt to slow the bleeding down, vegetables and knife forgotten on the kitchen counter. “There’s a first aid kit just right there by the microwave, can you please get it for me?”

[hughiies-a]

“𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.” (𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!!)

@touchfelt / hurt/comfort sentence starters.

“it’s gonna be alright?” hysteria is obvious in your tone, fear and paranoia weaving their way into your core, becoming a staple of who you are. things have been wrong since robin’s death, heavy feelings controlling your every move, but this is worse. everything since meeting butcher has been worse. “i killed somebody, butcher. don’t you get that?” but oh, you know how much this doesn’t bother him. the way he’d gone into it, the way he looked at you, he’d been ready for murder since the beginning. he’d been prepared for it all. this clearly didn’t weigh on his conscience at all, which only makes it heavier on yours. “no, worse! i didn’t just kill someone, i killed a fucking supe, butcher! i mean-- i mean what the fuck comes next? the seven are gonna find him! or-or what’s left of him, and-and then what? what happens then?”

[artebellica]

[ eat ] or [ sleep ] from your choice !!

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .  [ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

deep in slumber, gary didn’t notice the other’s advances. it had been one of those days that he found himself sleeping in allison’s fraternity room. it came up in a very laxed way, he didn’t want to fall asleep as he had a job to attend (be it, a client to fuck after doing so to his lover) but allison’s sweet voice put him into a mindset of not leaving and eventually, fell asleep.

night was hot and day far more, so he had stripped off of the sheets in the middle of the night, the weight of the other against him, kept with an arm around until, fully asleep, he had simply moved it elsewhere, leaving him room.

morning came up, and the sun hitting his eyes was not what had properlled him to stirr awake, rather the wetness coming around his cock. erected in the morning, uncovered by magic to keep him on a low profile, and yet, managed by a skillful mouth.

he still wasn’t woken up tho. mouth, however good, had not made him move, rather the switch in weight over him and the feeling of hands against hsi abdomen. trying to be sneakily weightless.

he opened his eyes, facing up, to find allison’s mouth gaping and the head of his cock pushed passed puckering lips. he groaned, the moment he felt allison’s tight hole embrace his glans. “what’s with the rush?” he asked, sleepily running tickling fingers in one hand against the other’s sides, helping him relax and down more on his shaft.

[fuckerrd]

buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters | accepting | @touchfelt​

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      ❝ it’s  not  SKEPTICISM,  douglas. ❞

      dwayne  stops  suddenly,  watching  the  mayor  with  careful  eyes.  careful;  as  to  not  give  too  much  away.  

      because  dwayne  noticed  a  bit  more  gray  in  douglas’  hair.  and  he  could  vividly  remember  a  time  when  there  wasn’t  any.  ❝ it’s  caution.  you’d  be  wise  to  exercise  some  CAUTION,  yourself. ❞