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i’m afflicted with

onlylikingsubbyand/orpath-eticmenosis

(omg…)

(me right now)

the duality of man

*teary eyed* “i love you both so munch— i mean much”

herald viktor… gimme five minutes and a hair tie

why can’t I find a boy my age?

my type:

good lord i need him just like this!!!!!!

~movie scene: beautiful boy

at least i’ll outlive him

I was tagged by @cffeine in a tag game where you only color whats true abt you!! Ty for the tag :)

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

And im taggingggg @lotus-reblogs @evilkaeya @emtearzz @seukorei :)! No pressure ofc 🫶

school lunches are really something else because I remember when I was in sixth grade our dining hall had mashed potatoes so viscous that you could roll them up into a ball, and bounce them like bouncy balls and they would hold their shape like wtf

why did I just watch Ben 10 for the first time and i always thought ben was dating gwen…. THEY WERE COUSINS??!!

pleasepleaseplease

when your types a nerd

One of the weirdest thing about growing up suicidal is that you assume you have no future, you don’t even try to envision it because you see no point. So eventually, you start assuming everyone else sees nothing in your future either. Recently, my friend and I were talking and she said something about how at her wedding I could wear a suit or a dress as long as it matched her bridesmaid’s dresses because the butler of honor has to make a good impression. This hit me so hard because I had never realized before how other people thought about me. She said it so casually like it wasn’t even a hard decision, just a given fact. She loves me so much she saw me at her wedding, standing with her on one of the most important days of her life. And you know what? There are so many people who think about you that way. If that isn’t proof that you should keep going I don’t know what is.

pinterest…. what are you insinuating?

(yea)

Hurts

Warnings: None :) short and sweet

@bougiebutchbinch

Wade sat in the back seat of the Honda, silently sobbing. His skin, was just too much. He felt too much. 

“Hurts Hurts Hurts” he muttered like a mantra. He was Deadpool! He shouldn’t have to take off his mask and cry because his skin hurts. Every burn has a meaning, a different scientific test they put him, a different pain. 

“Wade?” Logan asked from afar, interrupting the stream of “hurts”. 

“No don’t look at me!” Wade whined with the tone of a teenager telling their parent  to close the door on their way out.

“Wade are you okay?” Logan asked, in response Wade didn’t say anything, just pitifully shook his head. Logan took him in his arms. 

“You’re okay… We’re okay.”

someone wrote a fanfic about it!

thank you so much @bubbleebubz

I can't sleep and I got an idea inspired by @briefkittenearthquake post saying

SO HERE WE ARE. WITH THIS BLUES THAT I DIDN'T PROOF READ BC IT'S 11:35 PM AND I'M IN A DARK CREEPY ROOM

Boy interrupted

WARNINGS: SMUTTTTT

Spencer was a late bloomer, not to mention the fact at the ripe age of 12 he was in high school. To say he didn't get the "full experience" is an understatement. But now, at age 25, Spencer is no better than a teenage boy, he hit puberty at 15, and when I say he sprouted up I MEAN IT. he went from a 5'6 skinny boy to a slim 6 foot something genius.

And now as we sit at our desks in the BAU, he is like a mosquito in my ear.

"Please Y/N, it hurts" he whined in my ear, grinding against my ass as we wait for the elevator to arrive at our floor.,finally getting to end the long day. "Spencer stop, you can wait" I squeak out as k feel his erection pressed firmly against my ass. He begins kissing down my neck when-

*DING*

The elevator doors open, I speed walk into the box of death and turn, waiting for Spencer to follow. "Cameras baby" I whisper out through a smile, to which he rolls his eyes. He is ancy and fiddles with his bag the hole ride down, which was only 1 minute but felt like an eternity to him.

Once we arrive to the apparent, as soon as the door shuts with a click,y back is pressed against the wall, my purse being gently set down onto the table next to the door and kisses are being placed down my neck. I remove my heels as he guides me to the couch. He sits down, looking up with his big brown eyes. Before both his and my own gaze falls down to the evident bulge in his pants, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I walk over before sitting on his lap, not giving him near enough friction. I kiss down his neck at a torturous pace.

"I'm so sorry" he says. "Wha-" before I can even finish the word I'm being lifted and carried to my bed, under him as he kisses me sloppily, passionate with need and desire. He pulls down my skirt and panties before diving in between my legs, lapping up my leaking arousal that had released due to the built up tension. He groans at my taste, probing my entrance with 1 finger before adding another.

"Fuck Spencer just like that" I moan out, my back arching at the pleasure, but he stops.

"Need to be inside you" he whinoers out, un buckling his belt and pants, pulling them down far enough for his cock to be free.

I whimper st the sight, his cock stands tall at a proud 7 inches, his rip is a pretty pink colour, matching his flushed cheeks.

He pumps his cock once then twice before thrusting into me, his cock twitching the ment he enters me. Due to his earlier ministration of eating me out like a man starved, it doesn't take long for me to get close to bliss, especially when he shoves his fingers in my mouth before rubbing my clit in fast tight circles, causing a high pitch moan to leave my lips which is quickly silenced by his lips on mine. "Cum on my cock please, need to feel you around me when you cum" he begs into my ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he fucks into me, still carring about my own pleasure as well as his own. I cry out as my orgasm breaks through, causing everything to go quiet, only when I feel his hot sticky seed filling me up, do I regain awareness.

"Feel better? " I ask with a chuckle only to moan out as he begins fucking me again. "Not yet" he whines causing me to moan out.

i need to be sedated

🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you @straight-fucking-laugh and everyone who got me to 500 reblogs!

at this stage in spencer’s life he’s living out being a horny teen, because he was 12 in high school

they are boyfriends ur honor

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SOMEONE GET ME A RAVI SINGH. THIS MAN IS THE GREENEST FLAG ALIVE GIVE ME ONE. 😩

smol bean josh

FUTURE MAN BUT IF IT WAS A BOOK?!?!

hi hi ^_^ !! so i decided to start a serious of future man but if it was a book !!! honestly im doing this for my own entertainment but you can read it if you want! it will be posted in chapters :D

all rights belong to Hulu and the creators and producers of Future man, this is just for fun! Not my original story, just the series in story form! Some parts I will not write about (one example being the YOU KNOW WHAT scene with his mom) and will be toning down and will be changing slight scenes and such to make it to how I like :) this doesn’t mean everything will be changed! Just snippets.

I hope you enjoy!

PROLOGUE - Future Man (S1)

Burning. Fire spits out of the pile of paper in the warehouse, panting breaths of a family nearby. Running, from what? Since the war broke out it’s impossible to tell. Fire. The only thing that keeps a person warm, and even now they can’t stay in the same part to comfort themselves. The only thing that keeps them warm is running. Running away from the enemy. A little boy dressed in rags drops his stuffed toy, in the dirt and dampness of the warehouse. He reaches forward, desperate to keep the only thing to comfort him, but his father pulls him back. “Leave it.” he drags him to his feet. “Just leave it.” he spits. They continue running.

And just about in time. When they turn the corner to hide, that’s when the Biotics arrive. Dressed in all black armour, the distinct red lights on their chest blinking. The helmet that covers their fleshy, grotesque appearance, with a gun in hand. The lead Biotic steps on the toy, with no care for human life whatsoever. Biotics don’t have feelings. They don’t have a soul. The family knows they’re coming, and the family knows they’re to be dead soon.

“Behind the dumpster, quick!” the Father exclaims, shoving his poor kids into a corner behind the dumpster, the wife goes next, then him. “Get down, hush.” Their hiding place doesn’t last long. The Biotics are already there. Despite being the worst example of life on the planet, the Biotics are smart. They’ve perfected navigation skills, and have practically perfected everything you can think of. “Please, don’t hurt them!” the father exclaims, grasping onto his kids for dear life, the only thing that keeps him alive is his strive to help his family survive. If they were dead, surely, he’d kill himself. The lead Biotic reaches for him and picks him up by the scruff like a stray cat, he hurdles him into the trash while his wife gives a blood curtling scream. The Biotics are winning. Of course they are, they’re unstoppable.

At least that’s what you’d think.

I lower my high tech binoculars. I watch him hit the ground with a crash. I see the Biotic point his psychoblaster directly at the man’s family. And I don’t flinch as I blow a hole straight through it. The family looks up, terrified, yet, confused. What had caused this Biotic to suddenly go limp? The answer to that question? Me.

I stand straight in my uniform, pointing the gun to where I had perfectly shot a deep, burning hole into the stomach of the Biotic. (That is, if they even have stomachs). It falls, and I lower my gun. I don’t smile. “Now that’s what I call a hole in one.” I’m perfect. From my hair styled neatly, to the padding on my boots. The armour is solid, pure strengthened oppilume, (a metal from my time), with the bright blue wires connecting to my neck brace to keep the Biotics from trying to decapitate me. My shorogyt gloves which hold my own X28 Psychoblaster, given to me by the resistance. But I have no time to gloat, more Biotics are on my way. Their shots fly past me and I shoot back blue rays of electricity, It startles them, they stumble.

I manage to make my way across perfectly, doing flips over piles of garbage. I grab a long metal stick, probably a part of the collapsed building, on my way and stick it straight through another Biotic. As I crush his skull, I kick another into an electrical box, causing sparks to fly and for the Biotic to go limp. Three down. One to go. “There’s the shock.” I say confidently, the family hugs one another, the father manages to limp back towards his wife and kids and embrace them tightly witha sigh of relief. I smile at them. “And awe.” A Biotic attempts to throw a punch, I duck at the perfect time. I block its hits with my arm, I manage to grab it as I punch off its mask, its disgusting face becoming revealed as it screams an alien-like scream in my face. I silence it with a Subatomic Sensor mine, planting it in its chestplace and throwing it back, and turning away before I can see its limps spurt out of the orange glow of an explosion.

As I walk towards the family, I pick up the kid’s skeleton toy. “Hey kid, I think you dropped this.” I say gruffy as I give the little boy, who is looking up to me in awe, his toy back. “You’re safe now.” I say with a nod of my head. But I frown. “Can’t say the same for the rest of humanity.” The other child, a teenage girl, looks up at me with big, glistening eyes. “Who are you?” she asks in awe.

I stand straight and proud, but no smirk on my face, I lift my head. “I’m Future Man.” I tell her.

The father looks at me, I expect him to thank me and– “Joshy.” I pause. What? No. That’s not my name. “No.” I correct. “I’m Future Man.” I say with a little bit of agitation, admittedly I could be a little less harsh. But it’s starting to get on my nerves now. “Joshy!” says the teenage girl.

“Future. Man.” I correct again.

“Joshy?” says the little boy I gave the toy back to. I huff impatiently. How could they not understand? I look to my left and put my hands on my hips. Joshy is a name I haven’t been called in many years. Not since my parents were killed by the—

“Joshy!” my dad whispers. And I wake up. I sigh. “Dad. You don’t have to wake me up, okay? I have an alarm clock.” I grumble, keeping my head to the pillow, I know my bed hair is all over the place, and I don’t really want to look right now. My Dad smiles. “Yeah, but not one that makes you pancakes!” he exclaims. He taps the bed. “Come on, you little buddy boo!” Ugh. How I hate that nickname. I’m not a kid. I sigh heavily as I yank the bedsheets off of me. “I’m an adult! You don’t have to make me pancakes!” I watch my Dad leave without another word, and I sit up, getting out of bed, I step on something and it cracks. I look down and see it. Snapped in half. I pick up one half.

“My joystick!”

hope you enjoyed and lmk if you want me to keep posting this ^^ it was honestly just a little thought I had but I just wanted to share it!!! okay byeee!!!

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