Sebastian Vettel Takes Over My Thoughts For 95% Of My Day

SAM'S LITTLE GIGGLES AFTER DREAM CALLS HIM A GOOD BOY

dream calling sam a good boy

Quackity: Foolish, answer for this. Foolish: Answer? Answer for what? Quackity: What you’re doing to all of us right now.

Niki Nihachu doing a public service for Foolish_Gamers enjoyers at today’s DSMP Panel

I agree.

sapnap deserves to get his dick sucked

Happy birthday to the chaddest of the chads mr awesamdude. As your birthday gift you may bend me over anytime anywhere you want thank you :)

Day 282

Good morning little human. I’ve been watching you for a long time. Today when you woke up you cried, why did you cry? I tried to peek into your dreams but you refused to think about them. Little human I saw you trace your fingers over your scars. I know where each of them came from, I watched as they were carved into your alabaster skin. Why did you do this? What were you thinking? I wanted to peek, to see into your little world but them moment felt,,, private. Something you intended for only yourself. So I did not look. Once you finished this ritual you moved, more than I have ever seen you move in your little terrarium. You fought with books against invisible enemies and ran through more exercises than I thought you would remember. It’s hot in the cell little human, why do you make yourself sweat so much? You didn’t have enough water. I watched as you stumbled then finally crumbled, but you are strong aren’t you? I made you that way. You were simply resting. I can’t ask you why you are doing these things, I’m not allowed to. The place you are in is not a place of gods, it shouldn’t even be a place of mortals. It’s a dead place, nothing there will grow. So why are you trying to little human? You’ve always struggled against what is supposed to be. I hope you succeed this time. A flower in the rot. Goodnight little human. Sweet Dreams.

This video gives me so much serotonin

simply no words for this video

Phasmo was hilarious, they had no clue what was going on

Bro it's 6 am for me and I watched 3 back to back streams wow.

NO ROLE MODELZ・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. lando can't help but be addicted to y/n, high and all.

WARNINGS. 16+, smoking and getting high, suggestive-ish, just high hotness

NOTE. a small something that i needed to write about lando. will i ever write anything else? who knows. let me know what you think <3

edit: i highly appreciate all ur kind words, however this is a secondary blog so i cannot reply to comments, but rest assured, i love reading them <3

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lando feels like he's in hell. blinks once, then twice, as if the lids of his eyes would wash away the red haze that weighs upon his sight with inclemency. it remains, however, like a vision straight from an inferno, although the heat that licks at his skin burns from the inside out, shredding inches of cooperation with it, and he curses sober him for leaving his leds on a permanent ferrari hue. the open window, a leeway for cooler air, deems fruitless upon his body, probably as red as the lights that succumb him to complete disorder.

his limbs feel disassociated, flowing without a sense of control, yet it excites him vehemently. the feeling of nothing but complete euphoria meandering and intoxicating him feels so fucking good, and he doesn't want it to end.

no pressure, flying without wings, he loves it so much that he's almost addicted. finds it ironic that the fear of being so inexplicably hooked unto something dwindles away when he realises that the bad feels, really, like the opposite.

movement comes from beside him, then a few seconds later, the biting smell of smoke crawls into his nose, and if he had any prior disdain towards it, he doesn't show as his body melts with a sigh. his fingers tremble as his arm raises, and the girl beside him slots the cig between his fingers.

"you're a fucking goner, aren't you?" her words are slurred, not as much lando thinks his would be, but she still sounds confident. his lips curl upwards and he hums, turning his head to meet her too-perfect side profile, tracing every peak and dip with his eyes.

"feel like i'm fucking ascending."

"good," she assures, then as the song bleeding through his bluetooth speaker slides into another, he watches as her eyes shut and her lips smile.

he wonders how someone infiltrated with obscenity, sin, can look so beautiful drenched in red. it pulls him in, makes his heart twist like never before, and his whole being knows he needs her. she equates to freedom, to a life that stings with too much addictive liberation that lando would cry if she were to disappear.

his eyes never leave her. not when her lips move to sing the lyrics of j cole, neither when her fingers, smooth and warm, tangles in his, moving it towards her mouth before taking a drag. the view before lando is so fucking hot, his heart collapses in his chest and the bliss that wires his brain squeezes it tighter.

then he feels her body move on top of his, striking every nerve ending in his flesh and his eyes open as fast as they can in his inebriated state. she's just as high as he is, eyes red (to be frank, he can't tell whether it's from the lights or not) and nearly shut, but she grins as her hips rests on his and god, does lando's mind short circuit. there's so much friction and heat that he can't move, and he just half-liddedly stares at her as she takes another drag.

"feels good, doesn't it?" she asks, all loopy and hot. he wants to cry.

"so fucking good." his mouth moves on its own accord.

she smiles, and she's singing again.

'don't save her, she don't wanna be saved.'

then her hand moves the cig to his lips and he sucks in as much smoke as he can. it burns his throat, like an open fire tickling his insides, and he needs to cough, but doesn't, going to blow it out. as he does so, she leans forward, warm, soft lips open around his own and takes it right into her mouth.

lando feels everything and nothing. feels the way his hands come up to her waist and squeeze the flesh there with much familiarity, but it's also as if there's nothing there as his movements are so weak, he might as well have no hands at all. he's scorching all over, and it feels so good, so so good, that he can do nothing but close his eyes and let her continue to suck his soul out of his chest.

✩ Spy x Family 2nd Cour Episode Key Visuals ✩