marycmac:
wally-bee:
damariselwyn:
l-entwhistle:
wendy-s replied to your post: severely disappointed that the boles and the…
vhat
seymour and saoirse nominated for couple of the year
wat
go for it
but
seemore’s gonna die in 9 years anyway :c
andromeda-negro:
hay laura
i got wacked in the face with a soccer ball
i have like a slight concussion or something
can i do my app later or
DUDDEEEE no rush on the apps srsly ccc:
take as long as you want
feel better!!!!
he wouldn’t ever admit how he gets excited by the slope of your thin, white neck, but he gives himself away with every hungry touch, every slow, tortured contact of tongue to skin. there it is — a ragged breath from him. now you wonder what you would’ve thought had you never had him in bed, because now you see that he nothing like he claims — cold, ruthless, calculating — instead he is unchained, passionate, a furious monster clawing for your bones and every sharp edge he can find on your body. what a farce. he grunts your name once — “castiel” — and it makes you tremble because that name — that noise, that intimacy — would have never made the light of day.
not so different as you might think, you two.
omg guys i went to bed at like 5am
how did all of this happen since then