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Nowadays who doesn't

i’m horny i’m just gonna beat my fists to the ground and cry

Ah, I see. This is why I double clicked this post.

Are you sure? Because I can see you perfectly fine.

Elvis isnt real he cant hurt you

And I love Satan

Reblog is this is a safe space for the identities theses flags represent pls follow too

Hehehe I’m a demiboy <3

Hell yeah

Polycule opportunity?

I keep on seeing people on this site shipping McLennon

It makes me so jealous!! 😡😡😡😡

I seriously just need to drown or something

My parents took both my lighters

I got moved back into my little brother's room (I was staying in the guest room because I broke my arm and I have a loft bed)

I don't have anyone to talk to about it face-to-face because I lost almost all of my friends because I'm a selfish asshole, and I can't talk to the only one of my friends left that would listen to me because I'm too afraid of looking like the pathetic loser I am to her because I like her

I can't smoke my worries away

I can't drink my worries away

I can't cut my worries away (my parents found out awhile ago)

I don't even have my own space to cry my worries away in

Suuuuuure, that's what Paul McCartney said.

I DID NOT HAVE SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH FRANK SINATRA!!!!!

THIS GUY'S IN MY MATH TEXTBOOK!!!!

The thing with statistics - via

What do we do with this thing

Alright gays I’m doing a thing

and by that I mean a note game

1 note- haiiii you’re the first person

50 notes- I’ll try to be online less

75 notes- I’ll ask my dad for noise canceling headphones

100 notes- I’ll ask my mom if I can get more feminine clothes

500 notes- I’ll start trying to accommodate for my depression better

750 notes- I’ll come out to my friends (at least the ones who I care about)

1k notes- I’ll come out my oldest brother

2k notes- I’ll talk to my mom about my problems

3k notes- I’ll talk to my dad about them

4k- I’ll come out to my mom

5k notes- come out to my dad

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Now that one was just intentional. Come on man. Five syllable fill

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED

YOU KNOW THE HAIKU BOT???

OFC YOU DO

YOU KNOW THAT MESSAGE HE PUTS AT THE END OF EVERY POST????

"Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up."

YEAH???????

WELL THATS A HAIKU TOO

Beep boop! I look for

accidental haiku posts.

Sometimes I mess up.

NOW YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THATS NOT THE CUTEST THNIG YOUVE EVER HEARD

201 4th St., Point Pleasant, WV 25550, correct?

I'm starting to think that everyone on this site is a freaky sicko

STOP FILLING MY FEED WITH YOUR UNCHRISTIAN FILTH, YOU LICENTIOUS DEGENERATES!

1. No :(

2. Coffee when my mom lets me, med cream med sugar iced

3. Oakwood - Summer

4. I shift from back to side

5. No

6. Drawing by miles

7. Two

8. That's a hard one... Probably Surf Curse

9. March 12, 2012 (just barely gen z)

10. 5'10

11. Grey-green

12. My mother, my crush, my 3 best friends

13. Being alone, the undiscovered

14. Brown and yellow

15. Autumn

16. A bluebird on my right forearm and "R.I.P. Title Fight" on my left upper arm

17. Tongue, ear industrial?

18. My parents won't put me on a phone plan :(

19. A girl in a couple of my classes; since November of 2024.

20. My old dog

21. It was fine (broken arm got set so I had to miss school)

22. Not enough

23. Life on other planets? Yes. Little green men? No.

24. Last night (had to get some feels out)

25. 2000s.

26. Naps

27. The Eyes of the Killer Robot by John Bellairs

28. Internally? Severely depressed. Externally, to the point I've tricked myself into believing? Fine.

29. Depends. Sometimes, seconds. Sometimes, days.

30. My school band field trip (possible opportunity to interact with my crush)

31. Moving out and going to college

32. Vacation in Cuba

33. Closed

34. Tulips

35. Yes

36. Aloysius (yes, like Aloysius O'Hare)

37. Cats

38. Being alone

39. Much so

40. The beach is fine and I prefer it sunny

41. Over the Garden Wall

42.#Elvis #mamaposting #Midwest emo #4chumbler #accidentalhaiki

43. A little brother

44. Technically? My mother. Truthfully? Never.

45. Any of my friends (they're way better people than me)

46. Music

47. My landline, yes

48. One of my 5 closest friends and my close family (Mom, Dad, grandparents)

49. My parents won't out me on a cell plan :(

50. Nunya.

♡ asks ♡

 Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

the g h a t

the ghat. he is full of love

I, for one, want to see your moth tits

I'm starting to think that everyone on this site is a freaky sicko

STOP FILLING MY FEED WITH YOUR UNCHRISTIAN FILTH, YOU LICENTIOUS DEGENERATES!

hot deaf gay man

what the actual fuck did i read

and why couldnt i stop reading it

Daddy Needs His Baby

A/N: Didn't even mean to write this. But uh, it just came to me (pun intended) and I had to do it. This one goes with Daddy Likes His Coat, Daddy Likes His Football, and Daddy Loves His Baby. Turns out I made this some kind of vignette series? Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, a gratuitous public blowjob and Elvis being moody about getting older.

Word count: 1.3k

For his 38th birthday, Elvis fills the house in Los Angeles to the brim with people. He's leaving for Hawaii the next day, but he really doesn't want to be alone with his thoughts tonight. Even with you there, he's afraid of the silence.

So instead he fills the house with his mafia guys, their women, and just about anyone else he can find. You're there too in a scandalously short dress, flitting around the room socializing. You love it when Elvis throws parties. It feeds a part of you that goes ignored when he's in one of his hermit phases. He watches the way you work the room and sighs from his place on the couch. Even with the house full, the thoughts creep up and swirl around his brain.

38.

Almost 40. And what has he done that anyone might remember? Not any of those stupid movies. Maybe a few things in the ‘50s. But what does he have to look forward to? This satellite concert might be a big deal, but he'd much rather do a world tour. Just about the only thing he has going for him is you. But as the thought crosses his mind, he looks up and catches you flirting with a group of three men. You're so young and pretty. He should let you go be young and leave him in the dust where he belongs. That thought is the one that pushes him to get up off the couch and walk over to the bar.

You're flirting with these guys for a reason, hoping that Elvis will get all possessive and punish you tonight. But when you look for him, you see him behind the bar pouring whiskey in a glass and know something is wrong.

Elvis doesn't drink.

“Excuse me, fellas. I'll be right back.” You leave the guys mid-sentence and walk up to the u-shaped bar that he's standing behind. “Pour me a drink, cowboy?”

He looks up at you and gives you a sad smile. You're sweet to try to come talk to him, but there's nothing you can do to change this mood. “S’okay, baby. Go have fun.”

“Daddy, this is your birthday party. What kind of baby would I be if I left you all alone?” You push your bottom lip out and give him your best wide-eyed pout. He throws back the whiskey and starts to pour a second one, refusing to make eye contact.

“Please, honey.”

“Please, honey what?” You ask, your voice low and honey-smooth. He finally looks up at you and purses his lips.

“I'm no good for you. Too old.” You blink once and then let a slow, seductive smile spread across your face.

“Good thing I like old men.” You're trying to keep him playful, it usually works when he's in one of these moods, but the second you say it you know it was the wrong move. He looks down at his glass and swallows hard. “Elvis, I'm kidding. You're not old.”

He looks up at you, his eyes wet. You never call him Elvis. Your hand instinctively reaches for him and he takes it and kisses it softly.

“Sure feel like I am, baby.” This is the lowest you've ever seen him and your heart skips with concern. You wrack your brain for what you can do to cheer him up. As you think, he throws back the second glass of whiskey and cringes, coughing. He starts to pour another one.

“Elvis, you don't drink. What are you doing?”

“Why not? Fuck it.” That's it. Enough. You stand up and walk around the bar to be with him behind it. You grab the glass of whiskey and throw it back yourself. Then, you take his face in your hands and make him look at you.

“Listen to me. You are not old. You are Elvis fucking Presley. My daddy. And I'll be damned if I let you think you're gonna fade away on my watch.”

“Baby, I–”

“Hush.” You kiss him deeply and then sink down to your knees under the bar. Because of the shape of it, you're hidden from view. Your hands immediately go to his belt and he hisses.

“Baby! What’re you doin’?!” You look up at him as you pull his soft cock out of his pants and it twitches against his will, starting to harden in your hand.

“I'm reminding you who the fuck you are.” You pump him slowly and he gets harder and harder. He looks around the party to see if anyone can tell, but it looks like no one has noticed. When you wrap your mouth around him, he growls deep in his throat and looks down at you.

“You're a fuckin’ menace, baby.” You pull off and lick the sensitive head of his now-rock-hard cock.

“You want me to stop, daddy?” You bat your eyelashes as he leaks precum on your tongue and he groans. “Didn't think so.”

Just as you start to really work him, Joe walks up to the bar and starts up a conversation. You hear Elvis answer, his voice strained.

“You okay, EP?” Joe asks and you suppress a giggle. The vibration makes him damn-near double over.

“Yep. I'm fine. You want a drink?” You can tell he's trying to distract Joe. His hands shake, but he manages to pour a glass of whiskey and hand it over. He grips the edge of the bar so hard his knuckles are white. Joe looks at him curiously, but decides not to press it any further when Elvis gives him a pained, obviously-fake smile. He turns to walk away just as you reach in and take Elvis's balls in your hand, squeezing gently.

“Jesus– fuck– baby…” His hand tangles in your hair as you lick up his shaft and bob your mouth on him.

Some girl walks up and starts to flirt with him and you pull him deep into your throat, pressing your nose into the patch of hair at the base of him. His hand tightens in your hair until it almost hurts and you feel his legs start to shake. He responds to the girl with short, protracted grunts and single words. His hands tremble as he pours her a screwdriver and you run your hands back to squeeze his ass while you bounce your hot, wet little mouth on his dick. The girl walks away awkwardly and he looks down at you. The sight of you with your pretty lips wrapped around him, eyes closed like it's the most pleasurable thing you've ever experienced, pushes him so close to the edge he moans audibly. You pull back, his cock sloppy with spit, and whisper up at him.

“Cum for baby, daddy.” He slams his fist on the bar and you take him in fully, letting him hit the back of your throat. You feel his dick pulse and he leans his head back, groaning as he lets go and cums hard in your mouth. Once you've swallowed everything he gives you, you giggle up at him, kissing his sensitive tip gently. He looks around the party and realizes a good number of people are looking at him, but he no longer cares.

He's Elvis fucking Presley.

As soon as you get him put away, he drags you up from under the bar and throws you over his shoulder, panties on full display under your short skirt. The gasps and whispers start when people figure out where you were, but he just carries you across the room. In the doorway, he turns back to the crowd who are mostly standing with their mouths hanging open.

“I'm about to make this little girl scream. If you don't wanna hear it, ya better clear out.” You laugh loudly as he turns and carries you into the bedroom.

Needless to say, the house is empty in less than 2 minutes flat.

******

The End

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Woah Mama, I'll be damned if I've been there, I was BORN there, hummina hummina!

Elvis Presley’s birthplace, Tupelo MS, USA

t h e s h i m p

i'm on a lot of nyquil right now

!!! I GET THIS ONE!!!

swsh reference 😁

Hotline Miami

gng i broke my wrist longboarding

perfect timing

Recalling that he hid it somewhere among the dozens of sarcophagi underneath St. Peter’s Basilica, Pope Francis was reportedly scouring the papal tombs Thursday in search of the final egg from the Vatican Easter Egg Hunt. “If I can’t find this egg, the catacombs will totally reek,” said the frustrated bishop of Rome while rifling through the final resting place of holy pontiffs, crawling on his hands and knees on the crypt floor to peek under the reliquary of Saint Peter. 

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holy shit i just remembered the time i was talking with some friends (at the time I had a crush on one of them) and someone asked "hey whats your ideal date" and my at-the-time-violently-depressed ass said "uhh person a, ideally me, goes to person b's house, persons a and b smoke, cut, and kiss" and then it got to my crush and he said " uhh what he said" and pointed to me

anyways now hes with an older crush and friend of mine

i truly wish them the best of luck

ts would NEVER have worked between either of them and i

Guess it's my turn now

1 note : I'll clean my room 10 - 100 notes : And I will draw one of my main OCs for every 10 notes (I'll post them here) 150 notes : I will do my hair 200 notes : I will finish Omori at least once 500 notes : I will try to actually talk to people irl 750 notes : I will stop biting my nails or the skin of my fingers 800 notes : I will stop biting my lips 1000 notes : I will buy make up / do my nails again 1500 notes : I will come out to my dad 1750 notes : I will come out to my mom (maybe)

2000 notes : I will start making a game on my own

here you go have fun, but please don't make me go over 200

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

Hehe

I have been waiting all year to post this.

in loving memory of my favorite shirt