I’m Not Trying To Be A Pervert I Swear LMAO

I swear i need to see my friends irl and give them all hugs it is not a want it is a need

17 & 34!

17: name 3 things that make you happy

MUSIC, i would not be myself without it. my friends, they are my biggest supporters in my life. being able to spend time by myself.

34: any pet peeves?

i cannot STAND when people walk slow. i’ll be walking behind someone, their ankles? stepped on. and i don’t mean to, i just walk fast.

people complaining about any and everything. it bothers me so much. like, do you not find any joy in life at all? clearly you can’t complain about everything

Today marks five years since the release of The Last of Us Part II. I can’t fully express the deep connection I feel to this incredible game. It’s so much more than just a game to me, it has taught me invaluable lessons and will always hold a special place in my heart 🤍

I NEED ELLIE WILLIAMS🙏🏻 (that’s it, that’s the post)

i ❤️ my 3 mutuals that like my posts no matter what it is you guys are going on my will

ty for the tag @lovergirl-co 😘<3

favorite color - light pink and purple!

currently reading - ellie williams and caitvi fanfics LOL

last song - the line by twenty øne pilots

last film - avatar: the way of water

last series - arcane!!!!!!!!!!

coffee or tea - coffee

working on - finishing my associates degree!!

tags: @yokedtablet @grayandthyme @grotesquevi @ellies-real-wife @inwithrin @aj0elap0l0gist

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Nine People I Wish I Knew Better

AAA TY @rose-margaritas for the tagggg

Favorite color: pink, all day every day

Currently reading: I just finished Sunrise of the Reaping (after binding the Hunger Games series for the very first time right before), so I think my next book is going to be This is How You Lose the Time War

Last song: Tough Luck by Laufey (it has been on repeat ALLLLL DAYYYYY)

Last film: genuinely cannot remember, I am not a film person

Last series: Etoile (working on my third rewatch, this time with my theatre friends)

Sweet/savory/salty: Salty, generally

Tea or coffee: Redbull or tea, or just straight up eating espresso beans

Working on: Does finishing my degree count? That, learning to play 2 new instruments, and I’m 100 words into a fic (for the first time in years) that I cannot promise I will finish

Tagging (no pressure): @twisted-tales-told @robyngoesrogue @cinnamon-notes @aslongasitistold @giyuulatte @justcallmeemily @annafromao3 @my-name-is-jimmy (because I miss you pookie) @skuzzinfish

i will never get tired of listening to lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley. the yearning, HIS VOICE. i just can’t get over it and it has to be one of my favorite songs in the whole world. I LOVE JEFF BUCKLEY!!🙏🏻

@valeisaslut knows exactly what i’m TALKING ABOUTTTTT🖤

free use with els ؛ fingering u while u talk about ur day

“so, maria had me hauling supplies all morning...” you say, your voice breaking as you sinked back into the couch, your legs parted just enough for ellie’s hand to slip lower.

“It was—it was nonstop, my back’s killing me.” she chuckles, her fingers pushing your panties aside, finding you wet already, fingers circling your clit.

“poor baby..” she murmurs, voice all mock sympathy eyes locked on yours, watching you squirm. “keep talkin’ though, im listenin. tell me more.” her fingers dip lower one sliding inside you, slow and deep, you gasped your words stumbling.

“ellie! shit...” you moan your voice catching, hips twitching toward her hand as you try to focus, gripping the couch cushion.

“then—uh—tommy kept bitching about the fence repairs, like im supposed to—mhhp fix everything myself.” your voice breaks as she adds a second finger, curling them, pumping slow, her thumb brushing your clit.

“sounds like a lotta bullshit..” she whisper leaning closer, her breath hot against your neck, her fingers relentless, stretching you out, the sounds loud in the quiet room.

“you’re doin’ so good, though.. talkin’ through it while i fuck you. my tough girl, huh?” her words are sweet but teasing, her free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you spread.

“ellie, you’re—fuck, you’re not making this easy...” you whine, your voice high and needy head tipping back as your thighs trembled, her fingers thrust deeper, faster, her thumb circling harder.

“i—i was gonna say, then i had to— right there—deal with this kid who kept stealing tools, and—oh!” she laughs, her lips brushing your ear, her fingers pausing just enough to make you whimper.

“kid sounds like a pain in the ass.” she cooed her voice low, resuming her rhythm, slower, torturing you. “you good, babe? want me to stop so you can tell your story?” her tone is all innocence, but her smirk says she knows you won’t say yes.

her fingers curled, hitting that spot that makes you moan loud, your body betraying you. “don’t you dare stop.” you gasp, your voice raw, grabbing her wrist, urging her deeper, your hips rocking against her hand. “fuck, ellie! keep going, please, feels so— so good.”

“that’s what i thought.” she murmurs thrusting harder, her fingers slick, her thumb relentless, her eyes locked on your face, drinking in every moan, every shudder. “love hearin’ you like this, babe, all whiny and needy while you try to talk, tell me more, c’mon, what else happened?”

you try, your voice shaky, disjointed “i—uh —had to— fuck, ellie, i can’t—had to fix the gate, and—oh—it was freezing, my hands were—shit, faster.” ur words dissolve into moans, your body trembling, the pleasure too much, her fingers fucking you deep, her thumb circling fast, pushing you closer to the edge.

“freezing huh?” she teases leaning down, kissing your neck, biting softly her hand gripping your thigh harder. “bet i can warm you up, babe, cum for me, yeah?”

“ellie!” you cry your voice shattering, orgasm hitting as your body trembled clenching tight around her fingers, pleasure crashing through you.

she keeps going her fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing every shudder from you, her lips brushing your jaw. “fuck, that’s my girl, so goddamn pretty.”

I need to touch grass

i love all my moots please don’t die