#whaaaaa

[winterwhisperz-blog]

“Oh vere is gonna eat us in bad ends”

I ‘ M GOING TO EAT HIM !!!!! IMMMM GOING TO EAT HIM !!!!!!!!

[lynnskiy]

I love her sm(*≧ω≦)

I ain't finishing ts, my arms won't handle this✌️😔🥀🥀💥💥💥💥

[z-eel]

Technically speaking you never did fulfill my request for any throuple involving jarty

jarty fall for Lily and/or Regulus makes me laugh. I took creative liberties as you can tell.......

Barty has his head resting in James is lap when book in head. it was a relaxing morning, James is scrolling through his phone and Barty is looking for something to watch on the TV when he says.

"I wanna fuck Lily."

and James blinks and looks down at Barty who hasn't looked away from the TV.

"What?"

"I wanna fuck Lily Evans. Eat her out and suck on her tits before she rides my face until I suffocate."

and again James just blinks.

"Okay, um, I wanna fuck Regulus Black."

"Really?"

Barty turns around to face James. he tilts his head to the sideand squints his eyes.

"Yeah I could see it. It would be really hot. You should ask him. I'd love to see what he thinks about it."

"That's it? We're not gonna talk about it?"

"Do you still want to fuck me?"

"Yes."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"You don't want to–"

"Potter, are you going to suggest that we all come together and have a fun little fuck fest between the four of us?"

"No, I was just–"

"Well that's unfortunate. I already asked Evans and Balck if they were free this weekend."

"You what?"

Barty shrugged before he finally chose something to put on the screen.

"It's fine, I'll just tell them there was a change of plans."

"No I didn't mean–"

"So you do want a four way fuck fest."

"Fucking hell Barty."

Barty pulled James down and gave him a slow heated kiss.

"Consider it your birthday gift, seeing as I missed your actual birthday last week."

[ctrldivinev]

i have nothing appropriate to say

[mochela]

WHAT

[er-idkhehe2]

petition to have everyone call Bronte Minty from now on

[thatluckystrudel]

29C

[probably-percy]

Saltwater skies and the roar of the tide, Monsters keep coming, but you stay beside. Through quests and disasters, through every near fall, You’d still crack a joke like it’s nothing at all.

Blue ocean eyes with a storm in their glow, Trying act reckless while caring the most. Riptide in hand and the sea at your back, You carry your friends when the whole world cracks.

Son of the sea god, but still just a teen, Caught between prophecies no one should read. Yet somehow you laugh through the pain and the fear, Making Olympus feel strangely sincere.

If legends are written in thunder and foam, Then yours is the story that feels most like home. 🌊

-Thanks for always being there

i... don't know what to say. this is actually beautiful- thank you so much.

gods, this is- ive never-

thank you??