Counting my girlfriends…. I have… 9 crushes?
Wow.
Im gay.
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Counting my girlfriends…. I have… 9 crushes?
Wow.
Im gay.
al haitham is dreaming. he's- he's sure of it.
why else would that secretary he's been harboring some not-so-pure feelings for be bending over right in front of him, her little skirt riding up and over the swell of her ass just enough to see a full show of what cute panties might lay hidden beneath.
except there was nothing under that tight skirt. she. . .
she wasn't wearing anything.
al haitham had the perfect view of two full pussy lips squished so beautifully between the seam of her plush thighs from his desk.
thoughts of planting himself behind her and sliding his cock right into that pretty little cunt almost immediately barged their way into his mind, evicting any other logical thought that may have resided there until this moment. he couldn't possibly look away, liquid heat rushing to his gut at the idea of fucking her doggy-style against the bookshelf she was sorting through right now.
he wasn't sure whether to promote or fire whoever requested those research articles she was now gathering from the large cabinet right in front of his desk. she seems oblivious to al haitham's current ordeal, however. and he was uncertain if she was aware of the revealing position she put herself in. maybe it was just laundry day.
or perhaps, haitham thought, feeling his cock twitch to life even more, she never wears panties. . .
oh, archons.
so now al haitham just has to be patient. he'll sit there, heart hammering away, staring at that tight-looking pussy taunting him from across the room until she's finished her business and takes leave of his office.
he won't breathe a word to her except for a simple request. just for her to close the door on her way out, so as soon as it clicks shut he can pull his cock out and relieve himself of this burning need currently laid weeping against his thigh and straining tight in his pants.
but for now she still sorts through documents, and al haitham will continue burning this sight in his memory to use for many, many lonely nights to come.
Had the urge to see what the others would have looked like with the titan's powers and started with Amity
(though Hunter was a close call too.)
You, after you read my fanfic
https://archiveofourown.org/users/ThroppAndBubbles/works
yk how people's brain erase memories of traumatising memories bc it's harmful to recall
my brain did that with yumihisu. my brain gave me a fucking ptsd reaction for a GAY ANIME SHIP. i get into aot again after a long time and ask myself "how come i never paid attention to these two?????"
i did. oh i did. the internet history and made playlists don't lie. i erased my own damn self.
A doodle page for Vox
To absolutely nobodies surprise I just watched the wednesday tv show and when i say im feral for larissa weems I truly mean it god damn gwendoline christie u are so ❤ tall women u are so wow i just WOW
You know something? you know how everyone is annoyed when aunts and uncles ask them at family reunions “why don’t you have a relationship yet?” ?
most people don’t like it because they don’t want to be in a relationship and they don’t wanna be pressured into one, or they are in a relationship and they just don’t want their annoying aunt or uncle invading their privacy. or they are in the closet and not ready for the come out. and yeah, those people are absolutely valid.
but you wanna know why I resent that question?
because I do want to be in a romantic relationship. I would love to have someone like that. I’ve been looking! I’ve been trying! I’ve wanted a partner for a really long time and I keep trying. and I don’t have one. and it hurts. this constant failure hurts.
so, when people ask me “why don’t you have a partner?”. it’s rubbing salt in the wound. I just want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them, screaming “THAT’S WHAT I KEEP WONDERING!!”.
why don’t I have a partner?