My Friend Sent Me A Brokeback Edit To Lover You Should've Come Over. Do I Block Because What The Fuck

i'm lit gnawing and biting on them. biceps like apples i wanna take a bit and then suck on the juice.

do you see what i'm seeing

licking all up on them arms … that joaquin scene makes me go Crazy

JOAQUIN JOAQUIN JOAQUIN

might drop a few other marvel chars w my thunderbolts drop... (joaquin. need that) but if u guys want anyone else lmk

if you spam-like me I’m assuming you want to see me staring up at you as I mouth at your clit jsyk

hello stranger in the void??

how do people make friends on here, i feel so isolated.. hi everyone! hello! talking into the void here

OMG I JUST CHECKED THE SNEAK PEEK AND A PETER BOT???? OH I'M EATING THIS UP THE SECOND I GET IT (on a seriosu note good luck with the acc issues i'd lose my mind)

pretending i’m not going insane maybe it’ll make them email me back faster

PETER BOT PETER BOT

ballerina!tashi who is recognised as one of the best ballet dancers in all of america. she flows across the stage with such gracefulness that the audience is left bewitched by her delicate beauty. at times, she is still sharp and controlled with her body, leaving you intimidated by her movements. having so much talent only made it much more tragic when she suffered her knee injury, turning to ballet instructing after recovery. she's still known for her most successful and alluring role of odile, the black swan.

ballet dancer!art who has every dance company falling at his feet, begging for him to sign with them. his skills alone are admirable, but his looks are every casting director's wet dream, it's almost unbelievable how perfect he is for the stage. art is almost always casted as some sort of handsome prince, carrying himself with poise and elegance. he's a lean and athletic man, spent years of his life building his physique into the perfect vessel specifically for ballet.

ballet dancer!patrick who is never seen putting much work into his craft yet is one of the strongest male dancers in his company. he carries his dance partners over his head with ease and pulls off some of the highest leaps his instructors have ever seen. patrick secretly stays in the prop and costume room of the dance studio, refusing to ask for help unless one of the pretty ballerinas offers him a place to sleep for the night.

having thoughts about t4t cowboy artrick | 18+ MDNI

two boys who met on a ranch out in a desert town, the distance from civilization and the quiet of the work keeping them safe from suspicion, from having to reveal secrets that they’d rather keep close to their chests. but they find comfort in each other—in the stupid, small smile Art affords Patrick across the field, in the flicks to the hat that Patrick fondly gives Art as he passes him on his spotted mare. they rarely speak for the first few months, but the farther down the line they get, the more comfortable they become with one another. soon they’re eating lunch side by side, taking jobs together, and Patrick even shares his cigarettes with Art when they have breaks to keep them from sweltering in the sun.

Patrick will ask Art what it’s like to be a blue-eyed cowboy, what with the sun sensitivity and all. it makes Art laugh, and it makes his stomach twist to know that Patrick looks at his eyes. Art asks Patrick about his mare: how long he’s had her, what her favorite snacks are, how she likes to be brushed. it only takes a few weeks for Patrick to notice that Art took his answers to heart, treating his girl the way she likes. it’s the little things that drive them closer together, that drive them to lingering looks and brushes of fingers as the pass saddles and ropes between them. it makes Art’s head spin when he catches Patrick’s eyes on him—it makes Patrick’s stomach clench when Art flashes him that smile. it’s all boiling under the surface until they both can’t handle it anymore.

all those big feelings come to pass when Patrick takes Art back to his room in the company building under the guise of “smoking and drinking” but they’re barely through the door before Art is pressed against the wall next to the, Patrick’s hands all over his toned body. Art moans softly, going pliant under his touch, his own hands cradling the back of Patrick’s head, tangling in his hair. “wanted this for so long…can barely stand the way you smile at me, fucking tease—“ Patrick moans out between kisses, his stomach twisting at the sound of Art’s returning whines and soft sounds. “my smile turn you on? that’s a new one.” the blonde shot back, laughing softly when Patrick lightly smacked his hip, lips moving down to his jaw. “don’t sass me..not right now..”

it was a shock that Art promptly shut his mouth, letting the brunette guide him to the bed and toss him down. he watched with rapt attention as he undressed himself, pulling off his shirt and his sweaty tank top before his hands reached for his belt. “wait.” Art said, sitting up and slowly crawling to the edge of the bed. he looped his fingers into Patrick’s belt loops, tugging him closer, eyes looking up into his. “may i..cowboy?” he asked in a soft tone, full of desire. Patrick swallowed tightly and gave a short nod, his lips parted. “yeah. go ahead.”

he watched with rapt attention as Art slowly undid his buckle, slipping the leather from the metal and letting it hang in front of his pockets. he gave Patrick one last look before he gently undid his jeans, sliding the zipper down. but he didn’t take his pants off, he left that for Patrick to do when he felt like he wanted to. the brunette’s cheeks were flush as he watched the blonde, and when he stopped he leaned down and kissed him, guiding him back to lay against the bed as he came to straddle his hips, hands cupping his cheeks. Art sighs, hands on Patrick’s hips, guiding him to rock down against him. “fuck…” he breathed out at the friction it provided.

Patrick gently tugs Art’s own shirt off, kissing his face as he does. but his heart slows when he looks down and sees the matching scars across his lover’s chest… his eyes dart back to those baby blue’s, looking through them, searching for answers. “you—you, too..?” he says, ever so soft and vulnerable. Art swallows and nods gently, his hand finding their place on Patrick’s shoulders. “yeah. me too.” it’s a tender, quiet moment when they both realize they aren’t alone. they connect with each other, they have something that tethers them to one another. it drives Patrick forward, as he undresses them both down to their bare bones and fondly strokes Art’s tdick. it drives Art as he guides Patrick to take a seat on his face, letting him lap and suckle at his most intimate parts. it drives both of them mad with lust and fondness, their moans and whines filling the air, leaving them sticky and panting in each others arms.

from then on..the farm doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

a doordash ad just called me a good boy

if i made moodboards for all the characters i make up and make pinterest boards of would the two followers i have eat that up or...