Jan 13, 2017
i hate the world today
Loading...
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Senegal
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Thailand
seen from Türkiye
i hate the world today
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
serving exhausted af realness ✨
i just wanted to let you know that i was having a strange problem with making gifs, but i followed your tutorial and my problem went away and your gif tutorial is honestly a blessing
im happy its actually helpful!!!!!! 😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖😭
“I’m not crying. I’m sweating.” (Tommy to Keith)
“Baby,” Keith sighed, tilting his head, being careful not too approach Tommy too quickly, “It’s okay to cry... What’s wrong, darling?”
Marine Kingdom, Glass Bottle of Tears, Misty Sky, Royal Card, && Drink Me. <33
soft queries for a rainy night;
Marine Kingdom: Favourite undersea creature?
I’m gonna be real, I love eels. Little Mermaid gives so much disrespect to these dopey, lazy, sometimes little, sometimes lorge rock-hiding boys. cuttlefish are great too and if you need to be convinced of so, just watch zefrank1′s True Facts About The Cuttlefish.
Glass Bottle of Tears: What, without fail, makes you cry?
Skeeter finding out the real reason Constantine was fired by her mother in The Help. like, if I’m watching with someone, I will legit either skip the scene or leave the room cuz tHAT SHIT MAKES ME EMOTIONAL. CONSTANTINE DID NOTHING WRONG.
Misty Sky: What is your favourite type of weather?
ohhh, do I love some overcast cloudiness. bonus points for a light rain shower.
Royal Cards: Name a game you are really good at.
the Fallout series as far as lore goes. anything and everything you need to know, I gotchu. also I’m like. a pro at grinding and leveling pretty quick in roleplaying video games in general, so if anyone needs help in Black Desert Online, Dungeons & Dragons Online, Mabinogi, Secret World Legends... hit me up.
also also I’m a pretty great partner in Town of Salem. both seriously and for trolling.
Drink Me: Favourite drink/beverage?
I’ll pretty much do anything for a mango lassi or Ramune’s creamy melon soda.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
hey guys! new account, same me! i should finish fixing this up and posting regularly over the weekend/within the week!
Hey! I'm Sammy, a twenty year old hella gay male who loves to write & roleplay. I am a college...
hey guys! so, after many years i’ve decided to make this account an archive and start over fresh on the new account. please follow me over there, thanks!
"How am I supposed to trust you now?" // "You mean everything to me." (Max & Deleuze)
“How am I supposed to trust you now?”
Deleuze froze. How could he possibly have an answer for that? After everything that he did? He could recall all the steps that had lead up to him hurting Max. The desire to let himself go for just a moment–kiss who he really wanted to kiss. And finding Max, who seemed like someone he could keep quiet, someone who he could trick into giving him his body. And it had worked. But in the way of doing so, he’d let himself become vulnerable. He got to know Max because it seemed like the only way he could get him. And then somewhere, somewhere deep, he had started to care for him. He couldn’t admit that for a very long time. He might’ve never admitted it if it weren’t for the boyfriend and the jealousy. He’d snapped at Max–made Max feel like he had repulsed him. Like he was nothing but a body. You can’t trust someone who casts you aside like that. Deleuze was sick and he was in pain. Mighty pain, like his heart was free falling forever in his chest, being weighed down by a large rock. There was no reason Max should trust him. He couldn’t answer. “At least I knew that you didn’t drink Coke.
“You mean everything to me.”
Deleuze hovered where he was, which happened to be over Max. The moment seemed to paralyze the dark-haired boy. Deleuze, of course, deeply cared for Max, but he wasn’t good with his words. He wasn’t quite able to say the things that he truly felt. Maybe he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s not like it was easy to care for any Solomon. They were a scorned lot. They took what was given to them, and stole what wasn’t. How could someone like Max--someone who gave a Solomon not one, but two chances--not see that there was probably something better out there. He swallowed deep in his throat, still silent and watching. It wasn’t an I love you, but it had that same essence. Deleuze lightly placed his hands on Max’s chest, then pushed them up with great gentleness, his fingers slowly spreading apart until he reached the blond’s shoulders before pulling his hands back down Max’s chest, his fingers coming back together. He couldn’t yet let himself in that far. “Thank you,” he whispered.