#tried?

[technofag-archive]

this is goddamn terrifying

[fridge-04]

Also I’ll never understand people who batter Rian for TLJ but give JJ no heat for his two listless abominations

[zizygy]

“Oh heith,” Pidge mutters as their code runs infinitely because they mixed up the altaen symbols for ‘/’ and ‘,’ again Lance blinks at them. “What is that, the new quiznak?” “You don’t even fucking know what quiznak means, asshole,” they mutter, not looking up from their screen. “QuiznakFUCKINballsack!” they scream a moment later, when everything deletes. Their lion growls warningly. “God Lanceit!” “PIDGE!” Shiro yells from (where did he even come from?) “LANGUAGE!” Lance grins. “So heith, huh?”  “Shut up,” they mutter, but without a lot of vitriol.  “Just wait till I tell Keith about this! Or are you going to tell me to Hunk up?” “...”

It becomes a thing

[fearoftheminotaur]

Now just sitting down and watching Higurashi

[redeemedsatanist-blog]

What's our song?

Send me what’s our song and I’ll give 3 songs that remind me of our interactions

Niobe's Theme - Rome OST

Together - The XX

Sixth Stop - Spirited Away OST

[saimacebuana]

Yo, I found this site that's kinda like tumblr. It's called pornhub. Theres a lot of porn and less puns. I think it's the next big thing.

[rhys-cassidy]

Drinks With Des

Two in the morning and this redneck mother fucker wanted to go have drinks. Yeah, whatever. Rhys didn't have shit to do the next morning anyway. Joe was passed out next to him and as he promised his friend, he leaned in, wrapped his thick lips around a hardening cock (because twenty minutes of playing with it will do that) and sucked long, slow even strokes until Joe started to flutter. No, go back to sleep, he thought. Rhys kissed him, dressed and left to head down to SoHo. Why so far away? They were the only place with decent priced drinks, decent company in a decent area at this time of night. Everywhere else was hit and miss. There was a bar on Grand Rhys liked. Hispanic themed, fresh margaritas and a cozy-personal environment. Nothing fancy, nothing dive-like either. And Rhys realized through all this he spent far too much time thinking about drinking. The bar keep even recognized him. (not good) "Just a beer until the hick arrives." All the names were out of affection and he knew Des knew it.