Boop

"there are too many things to boycott"

yeah there are. and isn't that fucked up? isn't it fucked up that so many companies, restaurants, brands, clothing stores, etc care more about money than people? care more about profit margins than people dying or the planet being poisoned?

so… im alive.

how yall been?

Reblog to mark your territory as an OG (since 2015) Pietro Maximoff fan.

i want this so bad

im tired of pretending this isn’t attractive… IDGAF ANYMORE

Was nobody gon tell me Jacob scipio smokes???

ANGEL’S NAVIGATION STATION

　☆ Angel

☆ she/her, 19

　☆ (n)sfw + (multifandom × reader writer) // 18+ MDNI (Please i beg)

　☆ links - rules / masterlist / tags

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•requests : open

•asks : open

• thirsts: open

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he would deffo have fruity ass flavour as well

Modern day Felix would vape :3

i will lose

my loves

Hell yeah!

Relax | Dick Grayson Teaser

“I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?”

“God yes. Please.”

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, hints of choking, blowjobs, dirty talk, teasing.

I am way to scared to post the full story so we’ll see how well this lil snippet does… holy hell i haven’t written smut in a long time.

He took a sip of the Martini, looking Y/n in the eye. He felt it hurn his throat burn just a little as she watched him from behind her glass. “Taste good?” she asked, taking a step toward him. He hummed and nodded his head, taking another sip. “Tell me about your day.” She smiled, urging him to sit down. As he did so, she placed her hands firmly on his broad shoulders. “Shhhh Relax doll.” she whispered in his left ear.

“Well I uh, I did a bit of combat training with the kids and then sorted out some paperwork- ah.. fuck.” he practically moaned as Y/n pressed her thumbs between his shoulder blades. “You like that?” she whispered softly, rubbing his shoulders and back. “Fuck yess.” he groaned as she straightened out a particularly tight knot in Dick’s back. “Keep talking for me.” she said quietly.

“I- mmh- made myself some coffee before i got up here and then i hopped in the- ah- shower.” by now he was a mumbling mess, leaning his head back against her chest. She sat him back running her hands up and down his waist, her nails lightly scratching the skin.. “I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?” she half moaned in his ear, placing a soft kiss on his neck and then his shoulder. She moved to his lap gracefully, rolling her hips a little. “God yes. Please.”