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hi everyone im a blonde bisexual looking to terrorize the local club population which should I go with

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i'm trying not to let it show that i don't want to let this go is there somewhere you can meet me?
heated rivalry x is there somewhere by halsey
inject it
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i'm trying not to let it show that i don't want to let this go is there somewhere you can meet me?
heated rivalry x is there somewhere by halsey

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Lestat's possession confirmed, et cetera x
I'm shifting into TVL mode
iwtv seasons one and two was like being tucked into bed and read a heartbreaking story by Louis du pointe du lac. The Vampire Lestat is like your blackout drunk uncle trying to tell you an anecdote at a family gathering
louis: racing ahead again, mr. molloy. let the tale seduce you.
lestat: [absolutely wrecked out of his gourd] you wanna fuck the tale. i know you wanna fuck the tale dan. you wanna fuck the tale so bad it makes you look stupid. the tale wants to fuck you.
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 3.01: Detroit TVLTwT/IWTVTwT Version.
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youâre telling me ilya never drunk dialed shane during the two-year wait and slurred into shaneâs voicemail about all the things he was going to do to janeâs body if shane just let him touch him again. calling shaneâs hole his pussy so he can do this in semi-public of course. cliff afterwards is like wow thatâs either going to be a huge turn-on for your girl or sheâs going to file for a restraining order that makes it complicated for you to play in montreal
shane never ever mentions it because obviously ilya drunk dialed him by mistake instead of whatever girl he was chasing (some other janeâŠ) and it still kind of embarrasses him how many times he got off to the sound of ilyaâs voice talking to/about someone else. cliff is the one who brings the truth to light perhaps in an extremely raunchy toast at the wedding
Ilya is so lucky that Shane proposed. Ilya would have been a nervous fucking wreck for the entire day beforehand. Wake up in the morning. Look in the mirror. Today's the day. Sob. Breathe. Okay I'm good! Turn around and Shane's hair is all in his face, still asleep on Ilya's pillow. I am NOT good. Cold shower. Breakfast that Ilya does not eat. Morning jog wherein Ilya runs like someone is chasing him. Lunch that Ilya does not eat. Drive out to the cottage. Make Shane pull over because Ilya needs to dry heave on the side of the road. "Baby we don't have to drive out today if you're not feeling well." "NO WE HAVE TO." Get to the cottage. Immediately send Shane on some kind of extended fool's errand. Shane wants to stay because Ilya is SHAKING and he is so worried. "No my love I'm fine it's just the breeze off the lake haha." It's thirty fuckig degrees Celsius. Shane finally gtfo's. Yuna, David, Rose FUCKING Landry all descend to help Ilya set up. Well. Ilya is supposed to be helping but he is standing on the deck fully dissociating. Yuna brings him tea. "Are you going to throw up the tea?" "Yes probably." Yuna takes away the tea. 800 electronic tea lights on the deck. In a parallel Ilya has no way of understanding, he both puts on and takes off a suit. Yuna fixes his curls into the hockey boy quasi-mullet that magnetizes Shane's fingers to Ilya's hair and says, "Oh, you're so handsome!" Ilya cries big fat tears. David tells a story about how his proposal to Yuna almost didn't happen because David went to the hospital for heart palpitations that morning. Thank You David That Does Not Help Even Remotely. Ilya slav squats on the lawn for twenty minutes. Shane's car pulls up in the driveway and everyone hides while Ilya vibrates in the entryway. Shane has no less than thirty grocery bags hanging from his arms, still complaining about why the grocery service cancelled their delivery last minute. Ilya leads Shane and all thirty of his grocery bags onto the deck. Shane is doing his favorite thing (bitching) and his second favorite thing (Follow Ilya) so he doesn't notice his own mother tiptoing behind him collecting the grocery bags he drops like breadcrumbs. There is an Oscar-winning actress hiding under his sofa and Shane does not notice because Ilya takes him on the deck and drops to his knees and Shane is like, "Haha, right now?" and then he sees that Ilya has a look on his face like he's just been told the sun is never coming up again and he has his hands on Shane's knees and he is saying, "Shane. Please?" and Shane puts his hands on his head and says "Oh my God baby what's happening to you" as Ilya melts and melts and then from the depths of the cottage someone who sounds a lot like Shane's very own father is whispering "The ring the ring" and when he looks back down Ilya is fumbling a ring box out of his pocket. The first picture of their proposal is Shane glaring into the middle distance with a hand cradling Ilya's curls like a baby while Ilya ugly sobs into his knee.
I think itâs actually essential as elective GLP1 companies continue to glamorize malnourishment that I never shut up about being a girl who eats and loves food and enjoys food and enjoys being FULL and satisfied and satiated
I am a human being who enjoys carbs and sugars and grease and fat and salt and big portions because my prehistoric ancestors LIVED by it and put those cravings into my genes
Went out and got the most DELECTABLE flautas today my friends. Everyone (but ESPECIALLY girls, women, and fems) tell me your most recent incredible food experience, or a food experience you are looking forward to.
Jacob Anderson as Louis de Pointe du Lac The Vampire Lestat 3.01
it's @treblerose689's birthday! here's a smutty lil minific written with some of her favourite things in mind: begging + degradation + desperation + coming from dry humping đââïž enjoy!!
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âFuck, I need you inside me, like, yesterday.â
Ilya gives a short, breathless laugh into Shaneâs neck, biting his bare shoulder. âWow, wow. So desperate for it, you canât even wait to give me proper hello.â
âThis is your hello, asshole,â Shane grits out, his hands pawing at Ilyaâs clothes, as clumsy and greedy as Ilya feels. Theyâve barely made it two steps inside their home, Ilyaâs bag dropped carelessly at their feet.Â
âNo âwelcome home, my wonderful husbandâ,â Ilya pants, squeezing one of Shaneâs pecs. âNo âhow was your trip, love of my life, tell me everythingâ...â
âLater,â Shane hisses, with a sinful roll of his hips. Ilya growls, crowding him back into the wall of their entranceway, and Shane draws him into his rhythm so theyâre grinding like teenagers.
Ilyaâs so fucking hard. Heâs been hard since the goddamn taxi from the airport, since Shane started texting him all Really missed your dick and I need to be filled so bad, in that matter-of-fact way of his.
âBaby, please,â Shane moans, tipping his head back, eyes gone soft and glistening as his long lashes flutter, pretty pink lips hanging open all swollen and wet. Itâs unfair, really.
âYes, yes,â Ilya manages, nodding jerkily. âI know. You need this cock. I will fuck you like you deserve, lyubimyy.â
A bead of sweat trickles down the nape of his neck, beneath his jacket and t-shirt. Something about being fully clothed with Shane in only his favourite worn-soft grey sweatpants drives him out of his mind. Shaneâs cock twitches against Ilyaâs hip through the thin material, and Ilya knows heâs wearing nothing underneath. Beautiful, eager little slut.
Ilyaâs stomach tightens, balls tingling, electricity thrumming through him. Shit, heâs in trouble. He should pull back. Take a breath. But he justâcanât find the strength to tear away.
They kiss messy and open-mouthed, smearing spit over his lips and chin, and Ilyaâs hips thrust clumsily with a mind of their own. He moans at the filthy friction of it, at the solid warmth of Shaneâs body under his. Heâs missed it. He needs it.
He shoves his hands down the back of Shaneâs sweats, hauling him closer and shamelessly groping his ass.
âFuck, yeah, yeah, please,â Shane moans, clinging to Ilyaâs shoulders and trying to wrap a leg around him. âCâmon, baby. Fuck me.â
Ilyaâs eyes squeeze shut as his cock kicks, pulsing a hot spill of pre-come into his boxers. He canât stop grinding forward, chasing that too-much-not-enough, Shane squirming and whining as they pant into each othersâ mouths. Ilya grips his ass tight enough to bruise, shakes his cheeks a little to feel them jiggle, then parts them.
His fingertips brush Shaneâs hole, and oh, fuck. Itâs soft and open and so fucking wet, and it yields so sweetly under his touchâ
âI got readyââ Shane gasps, and thatâs it.
The orgasm slams through him, stealing his breath and leaving him humping forward gracelessly, driving Shane into the wall with the force of it. He buries his flushed-red face into Shaneâs hair, moaning when the familiar scent of his shampoo sends another violent pulse through his body. It feels endless, spilling and spilling into his pants, the filthy-wet slide of his boxers over his sensitive cock only drawing it out as he mindlessly ruts against Shane.
âOh my god,â Ilya groans weakly.
âOh my god,â Shane echoes in disbelief, but he holds him close as he quivers through it, shoving his knee up for Ilya to ride it out. His big hands sweep soothingly over his back.
Ilya swallows when the aftershocks fade out and a quiet pause settles between them. Itâs Shane who pushes him back, forcing him to meet Shaneâs eyes. Thereâs an apology on his lips, but Shane kisses it away, cupping his face with both hands and laughing sweetly into it.
âYou laugh at me,â Ilya complains, but heâs smiling too, dazed and stupid and lovedrunk.
âNo.â Shane shakes his head, rubbing the tips of their noses together. Ilya winces a little as his oversensitive dick twitches at that. Fuck, he really is in love. âYouâre so fucking sexy.â
Ilya smiles wider, chest puffing up, and pulls Shane into a deep kiss. Shane sighs into it, languidly sliding his tongue along Ilyaâs, before he pushes at Ilyaâs chest again.
âSo, wait⊠which one of us were you calling desperate?â

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when grey hairs donât follow the rest of the curl pattern⊠effervescent
EXCEPT on my own head. then itâs legally required by my brain that I pluck them out posthaste
when grey hairs donât follow the rest of the curl pattern⊠effervescent