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@wildcatwinters
You know it. As awesome as that sounds, I’ve got plans with my best friend. She’s got me for the whole weekend, I think. The lucky girl. Who even changes out of their jammies on Sundays? It’s an unwritten rule that you’re not allowed until Monday when you’re getting ready for work.
Ah! Sounds nice, what are you guys planning? Saturday I'll probably go to the club with my friend Cait, so-- yes. There will be no getting dressed until Monday..though, I think you're totally right-- it's an unwritten rule just like how pasta is the default for a Sunday dinner.
I just saw someone wearing nothing but boxers and a horse mask running down the street…and here I thought Lanford was boring.
This town'll surprise you. Though.. I have to say Manhattan is more of a breeding ground for shock!
I’d hate to be one of those people who wishes their days away but as of right now, I really want the rest of this week to be over. Bring on the weekend and the joy of sleeping in.
Hell yes..I'm with you on that one-- I'm planning a "Buffy" Netflix binge for Sunday if you wanna come out of hibernation! It'll be one of those days where I won't change out of my pajamas, for sure.
If I were the artistic type, I would dedicate…something to caffeine. What would I do without it?
I feel you, I wouldn't be able to function without a coffee in the morning.
"Did you need a light?"
If you got, that'd be great..
Have you ever been so high you tried to order food from an ATM?
Can't say I have..but I've definitely been at that level before.
"Oh! Hot Company… Yeah, that’d be Tom. Hah." She takes a sip from her mug, swallowing the hot liquid with a soured expression before she clears her throat. "The… other one? Luke? I think? He helped me move some of the furniture into this place today…—- I didn’t know we had hot neighbors upstairs. Do you see the back shelf on that boy? It amazes me how beautiful the human body is…" Slowly, she puts the mug down, resting her elbows on the counter as she leans forward, slightly. "Speaking of, I believe I disclosed my line of work with you over the phone? I know I mentioned nudity, but it’s nothing pornographic, whatsoever. Most people freak when you tell them you paint and take pictures of nude people for a living."
"Of course he did." She chuckles, raising the mug to her lips to take a sip. Luke is a gentleman by nature, so it doesn't surprise her in the slightest that he lent a hand. "That guy is once of the sweetest people I've ever met-- not a mean bone in his body. And his ass..." She trails off, flickering her brows up and inclining her head with approval. Throwing a palm forward nonchalantly, she waves off any concern. "Doesn't bother me at all! In fact, I'm actually kinda interested.. Hell, I'd even let you paint me..I got no shame!" She chuckles, putting her mug down, "Way more exciting than my job-- I sell paraphernalia to stoners all day."
"Ah. Forgot about you girls and your stilts." Kenny says with a playful roll of his eyes. "Hey, don’t spread that around. I’ve got a reputation to uphold around here. I don’t want to have to shove my boot up someone’s ass." He leads her outside into the cool air, taking out a lighter from his pocket. Kenny takes lighting his cigarette as a chance to delay the question. How did he answer that? Certainly not honestly. Had he ever really said much about his family before? At thirteen he avoided talking about his parents as little as possible but even then Sam had to have a guess things weren’t normal by any stretch of the imagination. He takes a short drag of the cigarette before it leaves his lips. Kenny shoots her a harmless glare, flicking his lighter at her as menacingly as one could manage. "Probably shouldn’t get the lighter too close to you, you might burst into flames." He says, looking at the slight flush across her face. "Family’s fine. Just had to get out of that school." It’s a throwaway sentence as he pulls out a cigarette, trying to dismiss the subject.
"Ahh, of course..can't dare spread a rumor that Kenny Grace is anything other than a badass." She rolls her eyes humorously, "...But, I know you'd shove a boot up someone's ass with no hesitance." It was no secret that he stood firm on keeping his family life a secret in the past, but she thought it possible to get something out of him at some point in time. Sam's parents were no picnic to be around, but something horrible had to have been brewing at the Grace residence for them to send Kenny away. He wasn't a particularly good kid, but he could have been helped if his parents wanted to put in the effort; alas, it seems they didn't-- and the thought sunk the young blonde's heart. She inches closer to him, catching the lighter within her palm and raising the flame to her cigarette. "Me? Burst? Clearly you remember a thing..your fourteen year old charms didn't work on me then, and they won't now." She replies with playful defiance, taking a sharp inhale as she sways slightly upon high heeled feet. The attraction between them was palpable as kids, and right now she feels as though she's never left her fourteen year old brain; this could be quite the dangerous feat. "Cop out!" She calls him out on his little lie, recalling his body language all too well. "..But it's cool, you don't have to say." She exhales the cloud of smoke, tilting her head to meet with the wall. "Who knew you'd grow up to be so hot?" The drunken words are nearly a whisper, and she hides her smirk with the hand that hovers the cigarette above her lips.
"GQ and shit… Okay. Someone’s had enough for tonight. Are you sure you weren’t given Absinthe? I mean, I don’t think I’m all that bad, but GQ? How do you put a wolf and GQ together, is beyond me. I don’t know whether to be offended or flattered."
"Hey, hey..GQ and wolfie go together like peas and carrots! It was meant to flatter, Tommy..you've got some very..handsome features about you, is all I meant. Yeah I have this problem with speaking before I think.. So...tell me..did you grow up in Lanford or what? You are a complete..mystery to me."
"With a face like that… you have to be. Well…"
"That’s what I’m going to call you from now on… Angel face."
"You..are a sweet one, aren't you? You're not fooling me."
"As for you, wolfie.. there's something about your eyes-- something really sexy. But I'm sure your no stranger to a compliment, there..Looking like something out of GQ and shit."-giggle-
Did you just?… Call me daddy?
Y’know, I’d probably think that’s hot if it weren’t for the fact you’ve got the face of angel, sweetheart.
"Maybeee.. --take it as you may."
"An angel?" -smile- "Well look here..the pot's calling the kettle black."