#wont post

[madfantasy]

Woops dropped my thing

well, here goes using my PF, the full picture is there (and is not for for babies) for some post-war, company craved, stubbornly avoidance to it unless a very good reason happens to explain it snarry au sketching..  12.6.2020

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[feua]

i cant delete this post from my queue and its breaking everything im so pissed

[stop--im-already-dead]

I'm going on a trip and won't have internet. I won't be posting anything until next Monday..

[asktheredreaper]

Dammit my reply won't post so I'll put it here

"Oh so you want to take the easy way, eh?" he retorted, though the teasing was lighthearted, and one can hardly be taken seriously when a large groan creeps into one's voice. He caressed the Vulcan's hand in his, before he decided to give the poor soul some relief ad reached both hands to pull up his sweater, and up off his head. Grell felt that the Mr. Spock's haircut looked much better all mussed up and askew like this. He quickly pulled off his waistcoat off of himself and so his half open shirt and his trousers were all that remained. He leaned back once more into the bed once more, and pulled Mr. Spock down with him, "you're so terribly flustered simply from this?" the reaper giggled into the Vulcan's ear, his tongue swirled around the other's earlobe, "my dear, this is hardly foreplay..." His nimble fingers wandered upon the man's spine, delighted by the warmth of his skin, as well as the warmth of him upon Red Death, so pressed against him, his skin did warm the chill. And still his tongue was quite amused by the shape of the other's ear, which tapered off the a strange sort of point at the top, which gave it an elfin sort of quality. His fingers had wandered down the length of Mr. Spock's spine, and still their wanderlust had hardly been fulfilled. He suddenly grabbed hold of the man's buttocks, and chuckled just a little into the other's ear as he did, and his nibbled upon it, it's funny little point, then around it, and he made his way down past the lobe and to a spot on the jaw that lay just past the earlobe. "Don't be afraid to get a little rough with me, dearest heart..." he sighed. Indeed, those who had death as their livelihood tended to be quite the masochists. And Grell, at some point, had death as his hobby as well. And what art he made of it! Though perhaps the thought of interior decorating with someone's interior parts was not the best thought to have whilst undertaking an act of life and passion, and so he expelled the thoughts from his sick little head and began to grind his hips into the Vulcan's as his nibbled began to leave dark marks upon the edge of the other's jaw and neck as well at this point. Perhaps it was nice to take it slow for now? It was easy and relaxing, it was sensual perhaps, to simply kiss and be kissed, to touch and be touched. Especially since the reaper had hardly decided whether he wanted to rule or be ruled. Perhaps they would compete? They would brawl in this most strange manner of it, and whoever could be left to stand would be champion? An officer of a ship. A god. Two halves both alike in strength. In a fair sky ship would they lay their scene. God only knows how many hours traffic upon the bed. neithervulcannorhuman

[optimist38317]

Training camp

I'm going to be on a soccer training camp from tomorrow on till next Saturday, which includes standing up at 5 a.m. So I probably won't post pics. 

[backstreet-fuckboys]

[cnightcrawler]

So tumblr wont let me post any videos.....tf -.-