Latest Posts by moth-feeet - Page 4
Praying for the job!!!
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.
Biker!141 x bimbo!reader
I love them I love them I love them
I look at this picture of Matthew and see spencer meeting his child for the first time
What’s so interesting to me is everyone on tc tumblr is super secretive about the crush. Like won’t tell friends, agree it’s “weird” or “gross” just like hide it like it’s a sin.
I made several friends at school because we agreed that our teacher was hot, I have one friend who is literally a lesbian in a long term relationship who will call our teacher her boyfriend. Like I talk about it all the time and 9 times out of 10 people agree with me and we joke about it
me every time i see a picture of matthew gray gubler:
"How am i a whore?"
y'all know davy jones who can only step on land once every decade?
right, make that Simon, but he's something else.
He shows up hours before someone's passing. An inky nondescript shadow that blends into the background, unnoticed by most. But to those whose final specks of sand trickle through their hourglass?
They see him.
An entity condemned to a lifetime of servitude. A wretched, pitiful existence. Something that saps the life out of everything it touches. Something that can't feel the warm rays of the sun seep into his skin, can't smell petrichor in the dewy morning, when the world begins to wake.
He lives yet he doesn't. An eternity of suffering, of wishing he never begged for a way out of the braided strands of hemp that had tightened around his neck for his crimes so long ago.
His freedom forfeit the moment he pleaded for it.
With a lantern that glows an eerie green, he leads deceased souls to their final destination, even the ones who resist, who cling futilely to life, to what is no longer theirs.
Some might call him death, others Hermes. The only name he's ever cared for is his own, the one that his mother had given him back when men still sailed the seas in search of treasure, when men and women alike were hung at the gallows.
But now he is a nameless servant of the natural order that guides them all.
However, he was also given a boon. One single day, out of every ten years, the tight collar around his neck comes off, and he turns human.
A man of flesh and blood.
His lungs fill with the crisp, biting air that he never feels. Cheeks sting from the cold. Fingertips numb without gloves.
For one blessed night, the heart in his chest beats. For one blessed night, his body is warm, flush with life.
And it's been this way for as long as he can remember. He would roam the docks of back then, the briny air stinging his nose, the dulled thumping of hooves resounding in his ears. The chants of drunken men coming from inside lit taverns.
He roamed when cars began to be a form of transportation, when children, boys, began marching to war.
He had been so busy, then.
And he roams now, in the modern age, where medicine forestalls the inescapable.
But then, you. Blood rushes to his face the moment he lays eyes on you. His throat dries, turns to the paper that's used to strip paint.
He's never seen something so beautiful. So plump with vitality, life coursing through your veins. A sweet little thing, whose dulcet voice makes his knees weak.
And when you shake hands with him, palm engulfed in his much larger one, as you ask him for his name, his tongue feels as if it's coated with tar, swollen and heavy. But he garbles out his response anyway.
"Simon."
The way you breathe it back, like a sigh from a lover, could still his heart.
Everything else is a blur, his eyes only ever focused on you when he ends up in your arms, in between your spread thighs, inviting him where no creature such as he belongs.
But he's always yearned for what was never his, and so with fervor, he takes. Grabs at soft skin, and whimpers at the fact that you're not dead with his touch. Surrenders himself to you, completely; makes the little dove under him sing until the short arm on the clock gets close to 12.
This is where he departs, with a promise he swears to never break, and wrenches his heart out of his own chest, placing it in your gentle hands.
He swears to come back for it, once every ten years.
Whenever Simon turns back to whatever he's cursed with being, he keeps a keen eye on you. And then the one time he passes by, feeling like nothing but an artic breeze to you, he sees your life is close to an end.
Simon, for once in his pathetic existence, saves a human life. The car that crashes into you at a lethal speed, does nothing but total your vehicle. It is considered an absolute miracle to everyone, except you.
That should've been your demise. That should've been it.
His little dove, too smart for her own good.
The time will soon come again, and when his head rests on your chest, listening to the lulling sounds of your heart beating, will he tell you what he is.
(maybe, or not idk)
"It's a heady tonic. Holding life and death in the palm of your own hand."
I miss k so much
you're the king and baby i'm the queen of disaster ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊
𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶
feeling an incredible need to be bent over
i need someone, anyone, to start writing george o’malley x reader fanfics. I NEED TO READ ABOUT 007 AND I NEED TO RIGHT NOW
Small thing that breaks my heart:
When I was in third grade, I told this boy that it would be my birthday in four days, and he said, “okay, then I’ll buy you flowers.” Four days later he comes up to me and says, “my mom wouldn’t let me get flowers but I found you this violet in the grass.” That in and of itself was iconic and so so sweet, but it gets better.
A month later, I had to move, and because it was third grade, the teacher made everyone write me letters to say goodbye. His said, “I hope you have so much fun in your new house that you forget about me. I hope that you’re always happy and you never miss us. I’m sorry I never gave you flowers, but I can give you some now.” And he fucking. Drew me flowers.
No, Joey, I never forgot you. You are the reason I have standards in this life, and I’m so grateful to have known you. I hope you’re happy, wherever you are, and I hope that the rest of your days are filled with as much joy as you gave to me. I spilled water on the card about five years ago, and half of it is a a jumbled mess now, but I still have it. It’s the only card I still have.
The funny thing is this dude and I hardly ever interacted. I knew he played football because he was on the town’s kids’ team and my brother was on the middle school team, and I knew he was one of, like, three Joeys in our year. I had a crush on him but obviously never communicated that because it was fucking third grade, but somehow those three interactions imprinted on who I am as a person. I am forever changed by Joey from third grade.
see this is what i was talking about.
with aubrey i’m CM he has such a magnetic pull to her in the kisses, his body moves into hers as if he needs to touch her with every inch of his skin.
his hands move through her hair reflexively, his body is straining to get more.
and in beautiful girl, it’s once again so pure. you watch as he genuinely puts passion into the kiss, not as a character but as a person.
he and kat had only just started dating when the filming of suburban gothic had begun, and that real chemistry appears on screen multiple times, making it one of my personal favorite romances of matthew’s characters.
and, like the other examples, this kiss is so raw. it’s real and full of emotions. it has the same magnetism that the kids with aubrey had, the emotion of 68 kill, and the purity of beautiful girl.
there is a clip of him in the pool trying to remember his lines for the kiss with amber heard in CM, and he is genuinely flustered, genuinely feeling things. the kiss, however brief or passionate has this brain freeze effect.
ultimately, what im saying is, matthew has such a real emotional tie to the on screen kisses he preforms. it’s so much more than acting.
no one has any idea how much i adore this kiss scene from 68 kill right here
so full of gentleness and tenderness and trust and he's holding her almost cautiously as if she'd break if he didn't hold her as if she was the most delicate thing on earth
god i love the way this man kisses, it's literally like it's the last time he'll ever kiss anyone and i envy every single person who's ever got to experience this fr
the theme is: FBI favorite wh♡re
this pride month i pray for free and safe Palestine for all my fellow queer Palestinians and for everyone
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
thank you, Marsha. we remember you.
it's like they gave bambi a gun
ik it’s like the job, and they do this kinda thing all the time - but, if i was aubrey idk if i could casually be pals with him after a kiss like that.
like, the way his body naturally moves closer to her hips in such a fluid manner, his hands are practically clawing at her, and the way he kisses…it’s like he’s has an awful craving he couldn’t place his whole life and kissing her has fulfilled this primitive hunger. his body is responding like he’s wanted her for the longest time.
and they’re just friends.
like other scenarios of the show with them as a pair are very..racey. that’s their whole dynamic, a sexual tension that is suffocating the characters and the audience.
and the director yells cut, they get up and are done, and they go home like that wasn’t pure passion. they come in for work the next morning and they face each other as if they didn’t make out furiously a few hours ago. they go home and come back and they aren’t in love. they aren’t flustered and shy. they are friends. who feel no attraction towards one another.
i do not believe that’s possible
I need this man to kiss me like that. I need him to suck the soul out of me. (and a shit ton of other things that I cannot explain here because that would be very R18 and some of yall are minors.)
Part of me will know deep down that I am pretty cool
The part of me that knows I never cared for being cool
hi guys🤭
so full update of the current school situation i have.
i’m completely not going to school, i’ve missed so much of this semester and i’m not mentally or physically capable of attending, so we’ve switched me into a credit recovery class and i will probably do summer school (maybe?)
but that’s not what i’m here to say,
i emailed Mr.K and as we know, he’s the cutest thing on earth.
i emailed him, here’s the bullet points
im not coming to school anymore
are your new classes as good as my class
hehe that’s silly no class can compare to mine ;)
i went on a date with a boy who was in our shared class with mr k
it was awful
i miss you
hey do you think i’ll regret not going to prom and graduation and such
do you? (he didn’t finish high school he went through a GED course)
advice?
love you miss you
and i finished it with a wholesome meme/picture of two bunnies and it said “no bunny compares to you”
and the next morning he emailed me back with
omg i missed you too
sad to hear you aren’t physically capable to come in for school
classes are good
definitely not you tho ;)
sorry about that date
i never liked that kid either
i do regret not going to prom and those experiences
but it worked out for the better
no matter what you choose i know you’ll be great
miss you bye
and signed off with a ~Mr. K
all cutesy like 🤭
i just love the kindness he naturally exudes.
anyway i love love love him, i really wish i could see him every day like last semester but emailing will do for now
protecting each other is more important than hating each other
“girls support girls” no. girls protect girls. I could hate a girl to death and I still wouldn’t take my eyes off her drink at a party, I could hate her like she was the devil but still I wouldn’t make her go back to a man that was beating her.
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizon, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic.
AARON HOTCHNER COME INVESTIGATE THIS PUSSY
Something that really gets to me about Hotch is how patient he is with his team. You never really see him lose his temper with them, even when they lose his temper with him.
Morgan and Reid have both yelled at Hotch but both times he never yelled back, he just calmly told them he values them and that they are misunderstanding his intentions.
He revealed in season 5 that he does his team’s case summaries most of the time so that they can go home when they are meant to, meaning he is always in the office.
He always lets Garcia do her silly bits because he knows it’ll make her day better, and sometimes he will even indulge her by joining in.
He put everything on the line by keeping Reid’s addiction a secret and by not telling anyone about what Elle did.
He did everything he could to protect Emily when her life was in danger.
When a member of his team says they need a break or they need to step away, he never forces them to carry on, he is so completely understanding of their needs and genuinely values their mental well-being.
I just love him so much, he was such a perfect leader
