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message to steph with a special dedication to jamie xoxo
jams
“I’ll Do What I Wanna Do”
You say “I don’t do PDA” I ignore it anyway I’ll kiss you when I wanna Even if there’s drama ‘Cause nothing can stop me From getting to you And nothing can stop me I’ll do what I wanna do
They all try to fight the truth They don’t accept me like you do I’m a princess, I’m your princess They all say that they hate me I don’t care as long as you love me I’m a princess, I’m your princess
You said you’re not a relationship guy I seemed to see otherwise I made you change your mind You don’t wonder why ‘Cause nothing can stop me From fighting for you And nothing can stop me I’ll do what I wanna do
They all try to fight the truth They don’t accept me like you do I’m a princess, I’m your princess They all say that they hate me I don’t care as long as you love me I’m a princess, I’m your princess
I played hard to get You came to prom with me You stayed by my side You met my family I call you Charming Like the secret prince you are You call me princess ‘Cause I’m a princess, I’m your princess
They all try to fight the truth They don’t accept me like you do I’m a princess, I’m your princess They all say that they hate me I don’t care as long as you love me I’m a princess, I’m your princess
[Jory]
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[Jory]
Jason’s heart broke into two with each pleading note of Cory’s voice, cracking under the pressure of his denial and tears. This was the absolute last thing he had hoped for with this discussion of leaving, the prospect of actually leaving Cory, his whole reason of being basically, sinking in deep with each pulsing thump of his heart against his chest. “Stop Cory…” He trailed off, not being able to lift his voice above its current volume on the subject. It was the only thing he could process in his mind, his eyes fluttering close in frustration and the need to be in his own thoughts instead of Cory’s. Jason knew that Cory wasn’t the one to blame for their predicament; it had all been onto him for bringing it up so close to his departure, leaving not to a new room or even to a new state, but back to the old ways and hometown where he had originated; thousands upon thousands of miles away. He hadn’t needed to settle upon the shallow base of his mind since in a flash his mouth fitted against his boyfriend’s once again. The warm pair of lips brushing sensibly against his, as if judging or awaiting a solid reaction before continuing, although they grew strong and inviting as the time wore on and Jason eagerly gripped onto Cory’s thin torso to seek the comfortable skin on skin he felt deserved. They deserved. It was only them against the word at the moment, caught up in one another like there wasn’t a problem or incident on their minds. He hadn’t expected anything of it, just an impressive way to shut him up from the anxiety following their realizations and so on. “Cor, babe…” His eyes were still closed tightly, touch lingering close to the boy he desperately needed. Jason was a fool to believe that it would be easier for either of them, easy to just escape the confines of their needed relationship. He wasn’t ready to let go and by the looks of it, Cory wasn’t either. He was a lot more pleased than he’d like to admit by that.
Almost subconsciously, Jason’s lips fell to the uncovered skin of Cory’s neck. Although pale and soft, marks lines faintly against it and smugly he reminisced when he placed each one there, tracing longingly with his kisses and trembling fingertips. “I love you Cory.” It wasn’t a sentence to convince the other of its passion or even honesty, but to point out that—yeah, Jason loved Cory with every fiber of his being and no opposing force in this world could change that. Whether they are together through every upcoming storm or standing beside each other almost meaninglessly to most, they’d, or Jason at the very least, tough it out and remember the times where nothing else mattered; just two people with a connection through one ultimate being. He sealed the deal with a kiss, of course, his lips moving steadily on the curly haired boys and wrapped his body closely to his. He fought for the tears that shed from both of their gazes, palm resting to the curve of Cory’s bony hips and pushing him back onto the plush sofa with successfully not parting their lips. Jason followed Cory’s every move with the line of his persistent kiss and leant down gently to cover his body with his own, hovering without anything else. He’d hoped it wasn’t a pushy move toward the older boy, asking for anything under the sheer passion of love they’d pushed toward one another. That was all Jason wanted or needed at this time, any time for a matter of fact. Cory was it.
Trembling hands grazed skin until tips found the feather-thin strands of chocolate brown hair, and they tangled into soft tufts as Cory met Jason’s lips with feeble passion, mumbling small, pathetic pleas into the slow, tentative kiss. Or so was the case, until the gentle pressure on his chest had the curly-haired boy sinking back down into the couch he’d bolted from only a short while prior. He opened his mouth to speak, to protest, to formulate some sort of response to the situation other than pathetic persistence in getting Jason to stay and that this whole thing was killing him and he needed him like he needed air and how the hell was he supposed to even attempt being happy without his boyfriend, but then Jason’s lips were on his again and he was on his lap, straddling his waist in just the right way and all Cory could manage was a guttural groan before melting into Jason’s touch and losing himself in the effervescence of his body close, hands close, heartbeat thudding against erratic heartbeat.
Cory’s unsteady hands found their way under the thin fabric of Jason’s shirt, and quivering fingers danced along warm skin, from the small of his back, to the bumping trail of his spine, to the curve of his shoulders, and he forced himself away from slow-moving lips to pull up the hem of his shirt and peel it clean right off. His blurred gaze raked the expense of jason’s front, from the tiny roll of his stomach, the sun-kissed plains of his chest, the curve of his neck, skin littered with faded marks fashioned by Cory’s own lips in times when he couldn’t hold back from ticking a small love bite, despite Jason’s whines and playful protests. For a moment, he was rendered speechless, unable of any reaction but a small whimper, stunned into a stupor by personified beauty, perfection in it’s finest form, unadulterated love wrapped up in the soul of a boy who had been so, so good to him. So kind, gentle, compassionate, even when he’d been undeserving of such. “I love you,” Cory managed, his hands gliding smoothly along Jason’s body, pale skin contrasting brilliantly against bronzed. “I need you. All of you.” A trembling hand moved to slip against the curve between Jason’s shoulder and neck, until his fingers found yet again the wispy tufts of his hair. “Need to show you.. Baby, let me show you how much I love you.” He leaned in then to steal a quick kiss, before dropping both his hands to rest on Jason’s thighs, sliding them down to edge under the swell of his ass, and in one swift movement or two, he was on his feet, Jason’s legs held firmly around his waist, a slew of rushed “I love you”’s slipping past parted lips as he carried his lover down the stretch of hallway that separated the living room from their bedroom.
[Jory]
“Cory, you don’t understand how much I wished I had a chance to not leave you. Fuck,” His hand carded through the thick curls hanging in Cory’s face at the moment, needing some sort of distraction or convincing lingering touches that would direct him to his sane state of mind. Cory was the purpose in each step he took and each breathe he initiated. Jason was a mess without the comfort he provided and this whole ordeal made everything worse. “I just can’t. That’s the end of it.” He bit his lip hard, not accustomed to seeing the curly haired boy cry frequently. “Babe, don’t… Don’t cry on account of me.” Jason reached forward, tracing his fingers along the context of Cory’s pale cheeks and brushing away the stray tears making their approach downward swiftly. His lips pressed to the warm flesh of Cory’s face to reign in a calming emotion between the pair of them. Anything to make this the slightest bit better. “It’s not forever. This won’t… I love you and I will love you for a very long time Cory.” Jason’s eyes flickered to the green irises of the older boys gaze and sighed. “Nothing could get in the way of that, ever.” The pad of his fingertips brushed onto the tear stained flesh and he begun to mirror the actions himself. It was heartbreaking, the situation they’ve tangled themselves into. Jason’s heart pitted and patted away in his chest shallowly and his eyes stung, watering under the influence of Cory’s distress.
Jason blinked back the overwhelming pressure on his eyes, threatening to spill with each passing moment and sighed one last shaky breath. “That’s why I think… It’s…” Each statement broke off into a meaningless jumble of words that related in no sense to the two of them. His forehead creased in frustration, the thought alone of what he craved to whisper dully into the air. “This isn’t going to work out. You said yourself, a whole different country babe. Some place not here. I can’t just… Control you or hold a tight reign on you thousands of miles away. That would be so fucking selfish of me.” Jason huffed, wishing in that moment he could throw everything aside and refuse to leave the relaxed version of himself he’d morphed into since his arrival. Cory had changed or inspired some in Jason for the past few months. Jason was so incredibly proud of everything the boy did and encouraged. He was proud of what they built themselves, overcame the abnormality of the world and what wasn’t necessarily the ideal lifestyle. His heart and mind thrived off of everything they’d concluded being. He wasn’t ready to rid himself of the sensation, the extraordinary presence of his boyfriend-or not. “We should stop seeing each other as of now, so when I have to leave… It won’t be like this. You’ll be happy without me, babe.” Any sort of resolve Jason had built up broke down, his face convulsing into a broken stance as his fingers fell down from their position and twitched at each other frantically. His hands grasped the ring that adorned his whole being. It tore him up to even get a steady hold on the metal he was so attached to. “It’s only fair to you.” Jason kept that in the front of his conscious, hand grasping the closest clasp of Cory’s and slipped out just as fast to reveal the ring placed gently into his palm. “I love you and I always will.”
Numb. So completely, utterly, listlessly numb. Every word that fell from Jason’s lips was a blow that Cory couldn’t feel, couldn’t comprehend fully. It was only when the smooth metal band that made up the ring he’d given the boy before him so long ago touched the palm of his trembling hand that he was able to make sense of what was being said, what was being done. He closed his fingers around the band, green eyes caught on blue, his last inkling of hope that this was all some cruel joke fading as realization struck like a bolt of lightning. This was it. This was the end. An end he would never have seen coming. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go, how they were supposed to end. They were supposed to end in years, years on years on wonderful years together, when they were both wrinkly old men with children who had children, when they’d gone through every trial of life that could be sent their way and they had nothing left to do but love each other, when they could spend an entire day on the front porch of their white-picket fenced house, watching the day go by from their places in creaking rocking chairs as they held hands and sipped lemonade and reminisced on their blaze of glory in high school, when they’d been naive, foolish kids in love, destined to grow old and die together. That was when things would end. Then. Not now. Not here. Not like this. He opened his mouth to speak, to form some attempt at rationality, but all that came out was a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His chest was tight, throat raw, vision blurred by pathetically relentless tears. This couldn’t be it. It couldn’t be. The irony of the situation was almost comical: how Jason was convinced it’d be selfish of him to bear the burden of putting up with Cory as his boyfriend any longer despite the distance when, in all honesty, he was ready to fall to his knees and plead for him to stay, to find someway to stick around for a while, for forever. “Don’t do this,” he managed suddenly, the plea forcing its way in between a small sob. He huffed in frustration, reaching up to rub at his eyes with the heel of his free hand. “Don’t, please. Baby, we can do it. I don’t want- Fuck, I can’t live without you. Okay? Please, please don’t do this.” Perhaps he looked a bit paltry, slowly winding down to nothing more than a sniveling mess. But this was Jason! This was the love of his life! They were supposed to graduate together, live together, be together, grow and live in love, whether that meant marriage or simply being together. This wasn’t how things were supposed to happen. This wasn’t right. “I love you, Boobear. I love you so, so goddamn much, I- God, I can’t think. I just.. If you want me to be happy, don’t do this. Please. How could you think that? How could you even think I’d be happy without you here, Jason? I love you. It’s ridiculous how much I love you. This is killing me! Fuck, I just... Please. Don’t do this. I don’t care what’s ‘fair’ and what’s not. If it doesn’t give me you, I don’t want it.W-We can make it work. We can do it.” He stopped then, just to turn his head and wipe at the rivulets streaming down his cheeks, to try and compose himself at least enough to seem sane. “Just.. Please, baby. Don’t do this. Please.” Without a second thought, Cory found himself surging forward to catch Jason’s lips before he could protest, both hands moving to cup against the curve of his jawline, pale, shaking fingers grazing warm, familiar, bronzed skin in an effort to memorize every inch before it was gone.
kiss me babie 1 mur time
it aint smut if it aint in the butt
put ur penis in me
NIQQAAAH STAWP LYIN F/
I solemnly swear that there's nobody else on Earth I want to be with.
CHEATAR.
Absolutely not! I went for her cheek and she went for my lips. Bad aim on her part. Jason's the only one I'll ever want to kiss, I can assure you of that.
CHEATAZR.
I do not understand your American speak.
Cory, you dont talk to me anymore, bully.