Anthony Mackie You Deserved So Much Better

What if Jess and Lupe go to the bar to get lit and Lupe gets into an argument that spirals into an altercation? Well Jess has to jump into to finish it of course! and to make things worse, when they get back to the house, they realize they're locked out for the night :o)

Dang I wish I had fanfic brain! I have more for this!

both cropped and not because i like the crop but their pants look so goodt :o)

art with lily in the hotel bed makes me so upset. like tashi you could do no wrong but you did wrong there

Patrick’s a fucking menace in bed—talks back with that smug little smirk, eyes glittering with challenge like he wants to get punished. He’ll say the filthiest shit just to provoke you, hips grinding against yours, breath hot in your ear: “That all you got? Thought you’d actually fuck me like you mean it.” He wants the reaction—wants your hand in his hair, your palm across his cheek, your fingers shoved past his lips until he shuts up and drools.

But under the bratty act? He’s pathetic for you. The second you put him in his place, he melts—whines around your fingers, hips twitching like he’s already close. His cock’s leaking, his voice cracked and needy: “More—fuck, please, I’m sorry, do it again.” He’ll try to talk back again, just to get handled rougher, desperate for you to make him behave. He loves the humiliation, loves being shoved down and used until he’s breathless and fucked-out.

You slap his face and he moans. Call him a filthy little slut and he nods, teary-eyed, cock twitching like he’s about to come untouched. Patrick talks a big game—but he’s just a desperate, aching brat who wants to be ruined.

Everyone acting like Sam fans are just humorless bitter meanies is killing me tbh 😭

Ummm sorry, but I think we’ve been pretty chill for a good ten years now lol. I mean, they didn’t even let the man be a social worker from Harlem for goodness sakes!! Erased his comic history with Steve and significant chunks of their friendship, largely forgot about his family and friends, sidelined and forgot about Sam himself too. For years! Gave him a show instead of a movie, and hired a guy who clearly hates him to write it. Then years of zero cameos, not even a shoutout or two. Finally gave him a movie, that was really good by the way, but then when they do manage to finally acknowledge him in another project it’s just to insult him. And, whole time that all this is happening, they’re glazing the hell out of a whole slew of other characters who objectively deserve the hype less than Sam.

Actually, yeah, we’ve been gracious af.

i’m trying to be more active on tumblr but everytime i open this app i have nothing to say 😭 hello guys

TRAVIS MENTION?!?!

the pinterest game idea is so cute!!! i play guitar and my favourite colour atm is red/orange if that helps!!!

obsessed w this music set up, gave me u vibes <33

having thoughts about t4t cowboy artrick | 18+ MDNI

two boys who met on a ranch out in a desert town, the distance from civilization and the quiet of the work keeping them safe from suspicion, from having to reveal secrets that they’d rather keep close to their chests. but they find comfort in each other—in the stupid, small smile Art affords Patrick across the field, in the flicks to the hat that Patrick fondly gives Art as he passes him on his spotted mare. they rarely speak for the first few months, but the farther down the line they get, the more comfortable they become with one another. soon they’re eating lunch side by side, taking jobs together, and Patrick even shares his cigarettes with Art when they have breaks to keep them from sweltering in the sun.

Patrick will ask Art what it’s like to be a blue-eyed cowboy, what with the sun sensitivity and all. it makes Art laugh, and it makes his stomach twist to know that Patrick looks at his eyes. Art asks Patrick about his mare: how long he’s had her, what her favorite snacks are, how she likes to be brushed. it only takes a few weeks for Patrick to notice that Art took his answers to heart, treating his girl the way she likes. it’s the little things that drive them closer together, that drive them to lingering looks and brushes of fingers as the pass saddles and ropes between them. it makes Art’s head spin when he catches Patrick’s eyes on him—it makes Patrick’s stomach clench when Art flashes him that smile. it’s all boiling under the surface until they both can’t handle it anymore.

all those big feelings come to pass when Patrick takes Art back to his room in the company building under the guise of “smoking and drinking” but they’re barely through the door before Art is pressed against the wall next to the, Patrick’s hands all over his toned body. Art moans softly, going pliant under his touch, his own hands cradling the back of Patrick’s head, tangling in his hair. “wanted this for so long…can barely stand the way you smile at me, fucking tease—“ Patrick moans out between kisses, his stomach twisting at the sound of Art’s returning whines and soft sounds. “my smile turn you on? that’s a new one.” the blonde shot back, laughing softly when Patrick lightly smacked his hip, lips moving down to his jaw. “don’t sass me..not right now..”

it was a shock that Art promptly shut his mouth, letting the brunette guide him to the bed and toss him down. he watched with rapt attention as he undressed himself, pulling off his shirt and his sweaty tank top before his hands reached for his belt. “wait.” Art said, sitting up and slowly crawling to the edge of the bed. he looped his fingers into Patrick’s belt loops, tugging him closer, eyes looking up into his. “may i..cowboy?” he asked in a soft tone, full of desire. Patrick swallowed tightly and gave a short nod, his lips parted. “yeah. go ahead.”

he watched with rapt attention as Art slowly undid his buckle, slipping the leather from the metal and letting it hang in front of his pockets. he gave Patrick one last look before he gently undid his jeans, sliding the zipper down. but he didn’t take his pants off, he left that for Patrick to do when he felt like he wanted to. the brunette’s cheeks were flush as he watched the blonde, and when he stopped he leaned down and kissed him, guiding him back to lay against the bed as he came to straddle his hips, hands cupping his cheeks. Art sighs, hands on Patrick’s hips, guiding him to rock down against him. “fuck…” he breathed out at the friction it provided.

Patrick gently tugs Art’s own shirt off, kissing his face as he does. but his heart slows when he looks down and sees the matching scars across his lover’s chest… his eyes dart back to those baby blue’s, looking through them, searching for answers. “you—you, too..?” he says, ever so soft and vulnerable. Art swallows and nods gently, his hand finding their place on Patrick’s shoulders. “yeah. me too.” it’s a tender, quiet moment when they both realize they aren’t alone. they connect with each other, they have something that tethers them to one another. it drives Patrick forward, as he undresses them both down to their bare bones and fondly strokes Art’s tdick. it drives Art as he guides Patrick to take a seat on his face, letting him lap and suckle at his most intimate parts. it drives both of them mad with lust and fondness, their moans and whines filling the air, leaving them sticky and panting in each others arms.

from then on..the farm doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

people who restrict themselves to one music genre or one movie genre or one fav colour scare me so bad

You will never make me like John Walker