[punk-rockdyke]

people saying the jessa from girls doesn’t feel like a real person like.. are you fucking dumb. that’s the point of her character bro. she puts on this manic pixie dream girl persona on to allure people because deep down she doesn’t fucking know who she is. it’s like that quote from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind where she’s like “i’m not a concept joel, i’m a fucked up girl whose looking for her own piece of mind”

[filmtvtoday]

NEW GIRL 1.09: The 23rd

[classycookiexo]

[talesfromthecrypts]

Welcome to the library, young man. Don’t tell me. You’re here for a special book. 

The Pagemaster (1994) dir. Pixote Hunt & Joe Johnston

[devastator1775]

God, I love these old movies that blended live action with cartoon. The modern movies who do this don’t have the same charm to it, y'know?

[derek-andreani69]

[mattydemise-deactivated20260430]

Acta non verba

[superhoeva]

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 – 𝐥. 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, +𝟏𝟖) | just a little something i've been messing around with after i started watching shameless! enemies to lovers with lip sounds like a dreeeeam. warning(s) include: language, oral sex (f receiving), bodily fluids, reader is older but only by one year, lip being a munch, and hints of sub!lip. if i missed anything, please let me know and i hope you enjoy <3 (w/c: 1.0k)

You’re Fiona’s best friend and the reason for Lip’s headaches.

Just a year older than him, you’ve convinced yourself that it makes you wiser. You couldn’t be further from wrong and the fact you don’t realize it makes him burn.

Sure, you’re smart. Really fuckin smart actually, and able to keep up with his verbal sparring as easily as anyone ever will. If he hits you with a comment, you're throwing one right back… most of the time, more clever and pulls quiet snickers from his siblings.

What really pisses him off is how much sleep he’s lost over you, his mind unable to rest as it spends the night replaying the meat of your conversations. He usually lies across his bed, forearm thrown over his forehead while he thinks of better comebacks. What he should’ve said to your sassy rebuttals instead of standing there with his face turning red and neck veins pulsing in annoyance.

It’s also your voice. He can’t stand when he trudges inside the house, and it’s the first thing he hears. Shouting at Carl, both amused and disgusted, after he squirts you with his Special Juice from what’s supposed to be a water gun Kevin gifted him last summer. Playfully arguing with Fiona on the porch as a cigarette passes between the two of you. Talking shit with Ian about how really fucking annoying boys, especially Lip, can be. The stifled pang in his chest when he comes home to realize you aren’t there isn’t the nicest feeling either.

Oh, and that stupid smile that spouts on your face when you, Fiona, and V are exchanging neighborhood gossip. Or when you’re playing with Liam–who loves you, by the way, the little traitor–in the living room with the toys you gave him for his birthday. Your grins with him are different. Self-satisfied, completely pleased with yourself after relaying his grating of your nerves with a provoking remark of your own.

The turn of your lips is infuriating, as are the short shorts you wore to the impromptu pool party on the Gallagher lawn. At least that’s what he tells you when he rips them down your legs in the downstairs bathroom.

Lip made sure to flip down the lid before perching you on the toilet bowl with a spirited locking of his lips on yours after he walked you backward into the cramped space. Since then, he’s made you come twice on his lapping mouth and pumping fingers, and the look he sends from where he’s kneeling before you makes you certain he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

He waits until his lungs start stinging to pull back and hover just over your dripping wet slit. Taking only a second to breathe, Lip licks along your opening, collecting whatever fluid he can suck into his mouth before letting it drip back out onto your shining lips.

“Shit, Lip,” you whine with a tug on his hair, squirming against where he holds you steady. “Gimme a second, fuck.”

Pulling from where his lips tug around your clit, the man gulps down a few swallows of air with a smirk.

“Like it when you say my name like that,” he mumbles, with a sloppy kiss right against your hole before dipping his tongue into you with a grunting moan. Your hand slaps against the wall behind you at the feeling of him wiggling the drenched muscle, Lip’s nose sliding against your clit as he plunges his face as deep as he can.

“Thought you–ah–thought you wanted me to shut the fuck up?”

“That was earlier when you were runnin’ your mouth over stupid shit,” he shrugs, leaving his crouch raise to your face. Pulling you into him, Lip nearly clamors atop the toilet along with you. Only just gaining your breath, your hand barely catches him as he juts his way toward you for a snog.

Lip stills, head tilting in a silent what? His eyes hood and cloud with something dark when you slink an arm around his neck. 

“I’m not one of your little girlfriends, and this isn’t a fucking race,” you finally murmur against his mouth, urging the man into a slow kiss decorated with a lick into his mouth. Your movements drive Lip even deeper into his trace, and you’re the one to pull away. His face trails after you, a thin line of spit hanging between the heavy pants you exchange, and he needs to kiss you again. “We don’t have to rush.”

Lip sniffs, hands squeezing at your sides as he leans to kiss you again. He hardly contains the whine that shakes his chest when you dodge him.

“Slow,” you remind Lip, finger brushing across his lips and down on his chin. His head bobs in your grasp, exhaling shakily as he tilts his head to kiss along your jaw. “Good boy.”

The thick whimper that’s been bottled up in Lip’s chest breaks through at your praise, tumbling out pathetically to vibrate your heated skin. It takes two more whines and Lip burying his blushing face into the crook of your neck for you to realize what’s happening.

“Fuckin’ fuck,” Lip groans, clammy hands gripping at you as the middle of his swim trunks further dampen with a thick load of cum that spills out with a pulse that clenches his eyes so hard he sees stars. “Shit, not yet.”

Lip continues to squirm in your grasp, taking a long few minutes to retreat his face to get a better look at yours. He sniffs, dropping his forehead to rest on your cheek as he pants. His eyes finally flutter open, abs nearly aching from how tight they’d been clenched just moments.

“You good?” Your question pulls a light chuckle from Lip, whose ears flush bright red in embarrassment. He nods, veins vibrating and dick still twitching out a last few drops of his arousal.

“Yeah,” he responds, fingers brushing to trail against your exposed shoulder. The moment is glazed with an unexpected sweetness when he presses a feathered kiss into where he’s just traced. Still unable to meet your eyes, Lip’s mumble reaches your ears with a kind bashfulness. “So much for takin’ it slow.”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[eternvlsound]

Clear CD players 🎧 💿

[89words]

“You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.”

— Alida Nugent 

[summerof85]

💖 Betty Spaghetty || 1998

[jakegyllenhaal]

[allsadnshit]

I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache

life just goes on no matter what

[bizarrelovesquare]

unironically love the phrase “but I’m being so brave about it” because truly, like, what other choice do we have in this wretched existence? what a beautiful way to remind yourself to keep going, even if only out of spite

[sovietnam]

[elysiumcalled]

idk guys I think I might have some trauma lol

[autistic-af]

[yoursummerdreamz]