úgy döntöttem nincs elég "a pál utcai fiúk nyaralni mennek a balatonra" fanfic ezért most fogom magam és írok egyet💯
that one painting
Paul street boys is just the Hungarian equivalent to Dead poets society. And everyone should read it
mariaaa 😢
kainess fantasy au where ness is a dogboy mage and kaiser is a siren
How much I would ruin this Nordic blonde slut in bed, ah - pulling those golden hairs, sinking my teeth into those white thighs, sucking from the neck to behind the knee, reaching, uncovering, deliciously exploring all the sensitive spots, there would be no 1cm^2 of skin left without marks, sore breasts and swollen nipples for 1 whole week, dehydrated, without rest, without mercy, the natives of America would hear the crack of my hand hitting that huge ass, echoing across the Atlantic, screaming, roaring, moaning, begging, cursing in Icelandic used every possible word, drool dripping obscenely out of the corner of his lips, failing to breath, sweating like a blacksmith in a forge, eyes rolling back, the beautiful brown orbs teary, sliding tears down his cheeks, blond eyelashes moistened, pupils dilated, his face buried against the ground, arms and wrists tied, withdrawing the nerves of the foot, the mind blank, forgetting everything, revenge, of deaths, of sadness, of everything that didn't involve moving your hips frantically like there's no tomorrow, burning inside like wildfire, too delirious to want to put it out, almost choking on fingers playing in your hot mouth, overstimulated, hearing naughty words by the ear, not even being breathable enough to retort or disagree, involuntarily nodding to outrageous assertions accompanied by gentle licks and bites on the lobe- "Look at you now. Holy shit, you're handling it so well. So that's how you like it? Um? What a naughty beauty you are" and then, most likely, he will realize this and ask for more
Writers on a random Tuesday: Sits down, locks in, giggles, writes 10k, does not sleep
Also writers on a random Tuesday: writes one sentence and then stares into the abyss for five fours
Every time I'm writing something, I remember how much I relate to Todd Anderson from Dead Poets Society, so I go rewatch it, it makes me remember that i wanted to be an actor, so now I'm having an existential crisis (again). (And I also cut my bangs)
Despite this I really like to write, it's the best thing I could be doing in my life, and it's so freeing, everyone should try it at least once. (I still want to be an actor I'm just too awkward for that lmao)
literally me (not in a femalemanipulator way, i genuinely mean it)
i used to write poetry back in 4th to 6th grade and i really like it, so maybe i should start it again
Dead Poets Society
The Boys Next Door
Tape (2001)
My Best Friend is a Vampire
Before The Devil Knows You’re Dead (just ethan hawke)
In the Gloaming
Married To It
A Painted House
Bluffing It (this one has a fucked up start and horrible quality but at least there’s baby rsl!)
A Glimpse of Hell
Safe Passage
Ground Control
Chelsea Walls
The Invention Of Love (play)
The Boys Next Door (if it’s not available where you live)
A Painted House (if it’s not available where you live)
Dead Poets Society (Google Drive) (special thanks to @moon-walkman!!!)
MAJOR shoutout to this playlist, which is where i sourced many of these :)
lmk if i missed any, i’m currently scouring youtube for more so i’ll update this as i find more!! (btw i haven’t watched most of these all the way through, just checked to make sure they actually have my darling boys in them so lmk if there are any issues!)