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date a dork who makes both sets of cheeks hurt
Writing Prompt #266
âPlease get out of that pillow fort. Weâre supposed to have dinner with friends!â
âCounter-offer: you join me, we rule this pillow kingdom together, watch Hocus Pocus, and eat popcorn for dinner.â

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Caspar wiggled closer. âMm, you do get to keep me. You get to keep me even more if you keep kissing my neck.â He tilted his head in hopes of persuading him, but just ended up collapsing into Jamie in a fit of giggles when his sides were poked. Caspar was ridiculously ticklish. It was his biggest weakness, he reckoned, and one only Jamie was permitted to take advantage of. Caspar grabbed Jamieâs hands again and just placed them on his butt with that big smile Jamie loved so much. âTouch the butt. The butt isnât ticklish.â He wrapped his arms loosely around Jamieâs shoulders and grinned.
A wiggle of his eyebrows came when Jamie sprouted out all those lines of sarcasm. Caspar didnât care if he meant it or not. Heâd still said it and, in all honesty, any excuse to suck Jamie off was one Caspar would take quite happily. Some might say that Caspar wasnât so much of a slut anymore, but he knew that wasnât true. He was just a slut for Jamie and Jamie alone now, and fuck if that wasnât hundreds of times better than anything heâd done in the past. âIf you were really living up to your memeish ways, I wouldâve just gotten a âBrats? In this house? Itâs more likely than you think.â A real missed opportunity there.â Caspar leaned up on his toes and kissed Jamieâs nose. âI love you, too. More than anything. Now câmon. You need to stop stinking like guys changing rooms in high school and I need a dick in my mouth stat.â
A few hours later, the two of them were wet and panting on the bed, not quite caring that theyâd jumped from the shower to the massive bed they now shared together. Jamie had a big grin on his lips and an arm wrapped around the blonde that was pressed up against him. âBaby, holy shit... I didnât know you could do that with your mouth,â he mused, turning to look over to the other. He chuckled softly and kissed Casparâs forehead, then his lips softly. âI love you so fucking much,â he murmured. His free hand came over to push Casparâs damp curls away from his face. âWeâre gonna have to change these sheets and the bedspread before we sleep, and Iâm gonna help you dry your hair, promise. But I just wanna lay here for a few minutes.â Jamie couldnât wait for the rest of their lives to begin. Every day, he could see himself popping the question more vividly in his head, but it wasnât the right time yet. He bit his lower lip, wondering what past him would say if he could rip a portal open to let him know that he and the boy in the elevator would be here like this.
âTomorrow, weâre totally having strawberry pancakes and walking the dogs together. And when we get back, weâre gonna set up the best blanket fort in the living room. Like... biggest one ever. And never take it down,â he mused.
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âHey! Iâm not a brat!â Caspar protested, pouting up at Jamie with those big, blue eyes. âIâm like the sweetest, most agreeable guy on this planet. Never in my whole entire life have I ever acted even the slightest bit bratty. Iâm reasonable like a hundred and ten per cent of the time.â He nodded solemnly. Youâd almost think he actually believed what he was saying, if not for the twinkle in his eyes. âYou are my soulmate, though. Even if you very mistakenly believe that Iâm a brat. Maybe youâre the brat and youâre just projecting.â Caspar shrugged. He did his very best not to grin.Â
âPancakes ainât the worst thing I could be dreaminâ about,â Caspar murmured. He clung onto Jamie as he was lifted up onto the counter, legs wrapping around his waist to draw him closer. A warm shiver ran down Casparâs spine. Jamieâs hands on his body were intoxicating. He slipped his hands under his boyfriendâs shirt and let them explore the familiar expanse of skin and muscle, fingers running over an impressive number of abs considering Jamie had eaten exactly nine and a half jam doughnuts the night before.Â
Caspar had always thought that heâd get bored of having only one person to fuck for the rest of his life. That had been before he met Jamie.
âWhy limit yourself to surfaces? Fuck me over the balcony. And in the garden. We donât need to be friends with our neighbours anyway,â Caspar murmured, tilting his neck in response to the kisses being pressed there. âYou smell like shit. I donât really care. Pretty sure at one point I couldnât get it up for anyone who didnât smell like theyâd been sweating their way through fourteen different bars that evening. Read into that what you will.âÂ
He slid down from the counter and pushed Jamie back a few steps. Casparâs hand reached to gently brush the hair at the nape of Jamieâs neck, lips all pink and pouty as he peered up at Jamie through his long lashes. âIâll suck you off in the shower if you say Iâm not a brat.â
âYouâre such a brat. Youâre my brat, and I love you,â Jamie said, pulling Caspar closer and kissing his cheek. Jamie knew Caspar better than anyone else, he felt, and he was totally a little brat. Not even those beautiful, big baby blues could sway him to believe otherwise.
Jamie smiled and bit his lower lip when Caspar wrapped his legs around him and felt those curious hands running along his stomach. He intentionally flexed his stomach muscles so that Caspar felt abs there, but then relaxed and laughed softly, leaning in and kissing his neck softly. He knew exactly what he was doing, starting on the blondeâs neck as if here were slowly licking a melting ice cream cone.
He chuckled at Casparâs suggestions of fucking him right out in the open, and he considered it. Their neighbors were never home anyway, as far as he could tell. A snort came from Jamie when Caspar revealed his semi erectile dysfunction once upon a time. He laughed and shook his head, pulling Caspar even closer until not even God himself could fit between them, as the saying goes. âThe only thing I read is that you were gross, and I got to keep you,â he teased, playfully poking the otherâs sides to get a few laughs from him. God, he was gorgeous, and that big, pretty smile made Jamieâs heart beat faster.
Then, Caspar pushed him back and slid off the counter, giving him an offer he could hardly refuse. Jamieâs eyes lit up and he laughed softly. âYouâre so not a brat. Not even the brattiest person Iâve ever met my whole life. Brats? In THIS house? No WAY,â he said, his sarcasm definitely present as he grinned. âYouâre the most charming man Iâve ever met. You know that?â His hands reached up to gently brush through the curly blonde locks he loved so much. âI love you. So, so, so much.â

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Even with the purchase of subjectively the nicest house in California, Jamieâs arms were still Casparâs favourite place to be. He leaned all of his weight against Jamie and shut his eyes. It had been a long day - probably a whole lot longer for Jamie - and Caspar was just about ready to fall asleep. Whoever said younger people have more energy was full of shit.Â
âCan you just walk around naked for the next week please?â Caspar murmured. âYou got all ripped for that movie and that was hot but now youâre marginally less ripped and itâs even hotter and I kinda just wanna stare at you forever, yâknow?â He reached down and gave Jamieâs stomach a gentle poke.Â
âMaybe we should just throw a housewarminâ party but then prank the living shit outta Ben instead,â Caspar suggested. He was forever looking for ways to piss Ben off. It was one of the many joys of life that Caspar liked to indulge in as frequently as possible. âLetâs just maybe skip the bricks. Have you seen The Parent Trap? Iâd kill to see Ben covered in chocolate sauce and feathers.â Various thoughts and schemes filled Casparâs pretty little head and he grinned against Jamieâs shoulder.
Then, Jamie kissed him, and a whimper came from the back of Casparâs throat. He tangled his fingers in his boyfriendâs shirt and pressed into him. Jamie tried to pull away, but Caspar chased him and pressed another few warm kisses with his soft, strawberry lips. He whined in protest when he finally had to pull back, but Jamieâs words quickly softened him.
âLove you too,â Caspar murmured. He pushed his forehead against Jamieâs and fiddled with the fabric of his shirt. âSorry for beinâ difficult today. All this is kinda a lot, and you know how I am with like- well pretty much anything.â Caspar snorted. âBut itâs fuckinâ awesome, too.â He pressed a kiss to Jamieâs forehead and smiled. âI canât wait to marry you and raise kids here and prank Ben to hell and back and all that jazz. Maybe youâll get to do one of those 73 questions with.. Vogue videos here as well. And cook me pancakes.â Caspar took a step back and pecked Jamieâs lips. âWeâre gonna have way too much fun.â
Jamie laughed softly at Casparâs request. âOnly if you walk around naked, too,â he teased, chuckling when his stomach was poked. He loved the way Caspar fit into his arms so perfectly, and he wasnât keen on letting go just yet. He nodded at Casparâs ideas of pranking his brother. âIf Juliette is in on the prank, we canât even get in trouble, so she can totally be our ace up the sleeve,â he mused, pressing a soft kiss on Casparâs cheek.
Then he kissed the other in earnest, and that little moan was everything. Jamie pulled back slightly, not wanting to get too hot and heavy with how sweaty heâd been earlier, fearing maybe he smelled or something. But Caspar didnât want to let go, and Jamie only pulled back enough to speak up for a moment. âCas, youâre a brat. Like... if I wasnât at peace with that by now, I donât think you could call me your soulmate,â he teased, chuckling quietly.
Hearing Caspar say he couldnât wait to marry Jamie made his heart flutter in his chest. He could imagine the two of them at red carpet events, or making headlines in magazines. Misters Blythe-Jones... or Blythe if Caspar wanted to drop the Jones. He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was the person he was destined-- and wanted-- to be with for the rest of his life. He just wanted to make sure the timing was right.
âIâm gonna make you so many fuckinâ pancakes, youâre gonna be seeinâ âem in your sleep, baby.â he mused. Jamie then wrapped his arms around Caspar and pulled him up off the ground, turning him and sitting him on the counter. His hands roamed the otherâs sides, sliding down his back to grab his little butt, then rested on his hips. âI love you so much. And if you think I ainât also gonna fuck you on every available surface of this house, youâre dead wrong,â he teased, laughing quietly and peppering kisses on Casparâs neck. âBut first, I wanna shower, cause Iâm pretty sure I smell like a pack mule.
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If you had told Caspar four years ago that he would be moving into a house at twenty-two, he wouldâve laughed in your face. Hysterically. As would anyone who knew him. And then he wouldâve downed three shots of vodka and tried to fuck you.
Times had changed a bit since then.
Still, Caspar had expected to feel overwhelmed by it all. He remembered moving into his first apartment in New York, and how simultaneously suffocating and good it had felt. Moving to California hadnât been much different. But for a boy used to travelling the world with nothing but a backpack, moving into a house was a big deal. And it had been overwhelming, a little suffocating at times.
But God was it worth it.
The house really appealed to the spoilt brat in him. The one that had been raised on Armani shirts and swimming pools and first-class aeroplane rides. It was minutes from the beach, gorgeous inside and out, and fucking expensive.Â
Most importantly, though - no matter how excited he got over the sea view - was the fact that it was his and Jamieâs. That was what made it worth it. He was never going to have to fall asleep alone again. And although werenât married yet, his name was on all the paperwork, and that was just as big a commitment to Caspar as a ring on his finger. It was reassurance that Jamie wasnât going anywhere.Â
And it had a damn nice balcony as well.
Moving day had been as exciting as it had been stressful. Caspar had had about four mental breakdowns before lunch, one on the grounds that he wasnât ready to move in with Jamie yet (which heâd gotten over pretty quickly after being reminded just how good Jamieâs breakfast pancakes were), the rest because something had been lost or packed wrong. But by the time theyâd started moving boxes in, Caspar had gotten in the swing of it, and he was being marginally more helpful than the toddler he could have been readily compared to that morning.
It was a good thing Jamie loved him. Caspar did wonder just how long it would be before his boyfriend started to regret this, but he had been warned.
Once the movers were gone, and dinner had been demolished, Caspar set out to find them some strawberry icecream under the guise of taking the dogs out for a walk. It did seem to be something of a tradition for them - eating strawberry ice cream after moving - but Caspar reckoned that was largely down to the fact that they ate strawberry ice cream after everything.
He walked back into the house with a bag in hand and shut the front door behind him. The puppies ran crazy around the house and Caspar smiled, walking through to the kitchen with Tide in tow. It was a damn nice kitchen, he had to admit.
Not quite as nice as the man standing in it, however.
âWelcome home. That one ainât gonna get old for a while,â Caspar grinned. He set the ice cream down on the counter and wandered over to Jamie. âDo you remember which box has our clothes in? Or are we just gonna be walkinâ around naked for the next week? Cause yâknow.. that would be real unfortunate.â Caspar dropped a kiss to Jamieâs shoulder and looked up at him with a mischevious glint in his eye. âAlso, I was thinkinâ about it, and wee should definitely full out home-alone this place for April Fools Day and invite Ben over. That would be wicked.â
Despite Caspar getting snippy with the movers and with Jamie earlier, despite his four meltdowns, despite him accidentally dropping a box on Jamieâs foot, or any other fifty billion reasons anybody could come up with, Jamie was in absolute love with the blonde walking back into their new house. The dogs scurried off to find their own little areas, sniffing around every which way. Three dogs, two boyfriends, one home. It was perfect.
Jamieâs smile broadened when he saw the strawberry ice cream, then wrapped his arms around him tightly. There was nobody in the world more perfect for him than this brat who loved the same things he did, who moved with him like two reeds in the wind, bending and twisting every which way, but never breaking. Separate, they were strong. But together, they were invincible.
âClothes are in the bedroom somewhere, but honestly I donât fuckinâ mind walkinâ around commando,â he mused, laughing softly and kissing Casparâs cheek. âNext April Fools we can give it a try, but heâs wised up to a lot of shit-- that and his birthdayâs on April 4th and he usually takes off with whoever the hell heâs dating. But like... we could definitely give it a shot,â he said, mischief in his eyes, too.
Jamieâs hands came up to gently cup Casparâs face, tilting it up. He leaned in to kiss him softly, then a little deeper. After a moment, he pulled back and pushed a few curls from Casparâs face. âI love you so much. Thank you for doinâ this with me. I know itâs scary, but weâre gonna have a lot of fun. Promise.â
Jamie was EXHAUSTED. That was the kindest way to put it. Moving had been hard work, but it was incredibly worth it. Tonight was the first night he and Caspar would be spending the night in a home they owned together. Sure, they werenât married, and they werenât engaged just yet, but it was certainly looming in Jamieâs mind.
There were still boxes everywhere, and Ben had ordered pizza and chicken wings for them since he got tied up at some event and couldnât come help them move. That, and he paid for a company of movers to help. Despite that, the actor had to run around after the dogs, Caspar, and the movers who needed to be told every five minutes what boxes went where. The unpacking process would start tomorrow, but they had more than enough time. Jamie looked up to see Caspar coming in with Tide, Merry, and Pippin, and smiled at the other. He could definitely get used to seeing him coming home like this every night.
âHey, baby. Welcome home,â he said, smiling softly and leaning against the counter.
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âFrankenstein was the monster, everybody knows that. Itâs like English lit 101.â
âBaby. Frankenstein was the doctor.â
Jamieâs keys landed on the kitchen counter with a quiet chink. Caspar grabbed a handful of strawberries and popped one in Jamieâs mouth, following it up with a kiss.
âThen why is it called Frankenstein? They wouldnât name the whole book after the doctor when he isnât even important.â
Jamie laughed.
âI canât argue with that logic.â
âCanât argue with someone whoâs right,â Caspar grinned all wide and happy. He waited for Jamie to sit down on the couch and then flopped down on top of him. âWhatâs it like dating someone whoâs never wrong?â
Jamie hummed, âI wouldnât know, would I?â He poked Casparâs sides, tickling him and laughing as he squirmed around on his lap.
âGoogle it then!â Caspar squealed. Jamieâs hands were pushed away and held tight, a kiss pressed to his fingers. âGoogle it and then youâll see that Iâm right like always. Frankenstein was the monster!â
Jamie rustled around in his pocket and grabbed his phone.
âYou ready to realise what a genius your boyfriend is?â
Amusement tainted Jamieâs responding hum. He tapped around on his phone and then held the screen up so Caspar could see the answer.
âSee!â Caspar grinned, all excited until he actually read the words on the screen.
âOh.â
He pouted and pushed Jamieâs phone onto the couch.
âWhat does your phone know anyway.â
With a laugh, Jamie flipped them over so Caspar was laying back on the couch. He hovered over him and leaned down to cover his pink cheeks in kisses.
âI love you, even if youâre not always right.â
Caspar pouted.
âI am always right.â
Jamie sighed and trailed his hands down to Casparâs sides.
His squeals could be heard two apartments over.
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âI donât need to go to bed. Iâm not tired,â Caspar said, stifling a yawn. A sweater-covered hand pressed against his lips, smooth legs crossed beneath him on the couch. His eyelids drooped shut and it was all Jamie could do to not point out how outrageous that lie was. The boy was practically falling asleep as they spoke.
Caspar sat up straighter and watched the TV, occasionally stealing glances to ensure Jamie was seeing how very awake he was. The man shook his head with a smile. He was sure the nightmares of the last few nights had something to do with his boyfriendâs sudden desire to stay awake - but Caspar still needed to sleep. He would just have to get creative.
Jamie sidled up to the couch and sat down, arm casually wrapping around Casparâs shoulder. He let his cheek rest on top of the boyâs curls.
âBut Iâll be so lonely without you.â
Caspar looked up curiously, leaning into Jamie as the man squeezed his shoulders. There was a glint in Jamieâs eyes and Caspar squinted at him.
âAre you trying to guilt me into healthy sleeping patterns?â
Jamie chuckled quietly and shrugged. âIs it working?â
Caspar sighed with a roll of his eyes. âYes.â He grabbed Jamieâs hand and padded through to the bedroom with a pout. âI better get some real good hugs to make up for this.â
Jamie grinned. âYour wish is my command.â
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