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ᴾᵒᵘᵗʸ ᵇˡᵒᶰᵈ ᵐᵉᵍᵃᶰᵉ || ᴷᶤᵗ: tfw so angry you pop a boner *゚`☆ Tяeeps (ง’̀-‘́)ง: Yeah same
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serpentries:
ᴾᵒᵘᵗʸ ᵇˡᵒᶰᵈ ᵐᵉᵍᵃᶰᵉ || ᴷᶤᵗ: tfw so angry you pop a boner *゚`☆ Tяeeps (ง’̀-‘́)ง: Yeah same
[ nii-san to be. ]
[ nii-san. ]
Granted, the push is unexpected—if only a small bit. He had some apparent affinity for nestling his way in between them, regardless if they actually had a plan for their free-time. He can’t blame him in full, though. He appreciated company just as they did. There’s an apologetic glance shot at his partner after they’re separated; sights then turned to the younger, crown slightly canted out of curiosity.
「 ❛ —Guess not. What, there no more of those cake things left again? ‘S your turn to buy ‘em. Bought you three boxes. ❜ 」
I f anything it was his personal time with the older one he deemed most important. To be set aside and squeezed away by the 'little brother' slightly irked him and he made a small face to his lover in return to his apologetic one. Hues drifted as he looked at the younger one between them. “I doubt it’s food. We buy enough for an army…” Virus exhaled shifting some more to give the youngest room between them. Elbow propped up on the couch. “Go ahead and spit it out you’ve gotten our attention.” Unfortunately…
Looks like he's interrupting something. Oops. Moving right along--he's hoping what he actually has in mind, and no, it's not food this time, will get Virus to ease up. Maybe it'll even strike them surprised. Well, that's a stretch. “'S not--y'guys act like 'm a fuckin' black hole." He's offended, really. "Anyway, nah, this ain't about no food, I was lookin' at somethin' the other day, 'n I jus' thought I'd try 'n ask. Shit said when people get hitched usually guests 'n whatever buy 'em stuff. Now--the shit I saw fuckin' sucked, so I'mma just ask; there somethin' y'guys want then? Anythin'? Figure... Figure 's the least I could do fer' ya." A glance to the elder, then to his elder. He resembles a puppy, expectant and eager look in his eyes. "Since 'm eatin' enough for 'n army."
[ serpentries. ] &&. [ virusinyoursystem. ]
Whether or not things are set in stone for them just yet, he's already made himself at home. Quite literally. He'd become comfortable in being an occasional presence in their household, since nothing else really appealed to him anyway. Though, he might be a bit too comfortable--since right now he's going to push the two apart by their shoulders and promptly roll over the head of the couch; effectively setting him smack between them. “Y'guys busy? No? Great, 'cus I wanna ask ya somethin'."
Big Brother is awake, and thus the Little Brother springs into action; quite literally plopping down next to him.
Granted; only three are allowed so close to him, interpretations of the word differing as they will. But his presence is inexplicably warm in proximity, it’s welcomed even if on occasion, they voice elsewise.
A shift atop the couch, and then hands find his hair, mussing all about strands matching in color to that of his own; vigorous yet light-hearted until the product used ceases to linger in blond.
❛ Y’know, someday you’re gonna piss someone off by jumpin’ at ‘em like that. And I hope they kick your ass. ❜
virusinyoursystem:
"We already live together. I doubt much will change as far as ‘married’ stuff goes. I do hope you don’t gorge yourself to death on our supply.”
“Now, it ain't my place ta say, but don' married couples do some shit after tha' weddin'?" Cue profane hand gestures, palms being brought together; fingers joined together in opposite hands, those digits wiggling against one another. Honestly he has no idea, give him a break. "Dunno what the hell it was called. Anyway, ya might be busy with whatever that is fer a while, 'm jus' sayin'. -- Oh, 'n whaddya usually drink? Don' tell me 's all wine."
virusinyoursystem:
Goddammit. "Yes we’re stocked up though I suspect I’ll have to get double now."
“Jus' enough for when I stop by -- ya'know what, triple it. 'M sure ya gonna have a buncha married shit to do anyway when that happens, food gets lonely too."
(pats the trip's head)
The others were good, but this might as well be the grand prize. He sports yet another grin, and he may or may not try to nuzzle his palm. Hair’s already messed up anyway, but that’s nothing. “T’day must be my lucky day or somethin’, yeah?”
(squishes trip's cheeks)
And he’s just going to grin real big. From food to attention, he’s gladly soaking this all up, even from this no-face. “I ain’t got any cash on me if yer tryna be sweet for somethin’.” Keep it up though, non. He thinks it’s great.
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Idk, five fingers in the ass kind of got me started tbh.
Look, I was only trying to provide some perspective. If a dude’s packing, a few fingers isn’t going to stop his fucking ass from tearing, you gotta get in there. Three on one side, two on the other, usually. Imagine the ass is like that big parachute your PE teachers would have the class stretch out and sit under in elementary school.
it's no surprise that you two are connected at the hip.
(continues petting)
If he knew any better he’d draw back, far far away from whatever this is supposed to be. But it’s nice enough, contact in any sort was uncommon to him, so to have it now… but from him? “I got somethin’ in my hair, Boss? You jus’ mad at it? Yer messin’ up the sty-le——”
-Gives Trip a cheeseburger-
This is the type of life he can get behind. He’ll be snatching the burger without a thank you, but he does keep his word. He’s honest enough. “Keke slept with a light on for like, three fuckin’ years? Somethin’ about monsters ‘n shit. 'S fine now though, he's a big boy.” What an asshole.
trip kill your mun
“Jobs like that ain’t cheap sadly, even if I’m doin’ it for you. Ya’know… taxes ‘n all.” Right, taxes. He’s going to hold his hand out expectantly, what he’s expecting is money. Trip. What the fuck are you doing, Trip. The betrayal.
(pats the trip)
More or less eyes the Toue suspiciously.
Are you a
{๔ є ς є ภ t} person with the potential
to someday become an
evil monster
or are you an evil м o ɴ ѕ т e r
that { thinks }
it’s a d̙̗͕̥ e͎̘̭̯̫͎̤̰͎̫̙͙ͅ c̲̖̹͉͇̘͓̝̟̱͉̗̤̮̼̗ e̗̭̼̝̖̝̣̭̠̳ͅ n̥̫̖͚͖ t̞͉͖̳̞͔̟̹̬̞̠̫͎̘͈̣ͅ ̥͔̤̹̖͇̱͇̪͉
ρ є я ѕ σ η ?”