no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, 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…
one minute i could be wanting to read the most sluttiest, jaw dropping, ghosts scaring, toe curling, cat flying smut.
the next i be wanting to read the most chest hurting, breathing problem causes, chest burning, tears rolling down my face into my hair, heart breaking angst.
*charles xavier voice* i need him in a way thats concerning to mutant-human relations
sometimes i have to remind myself of digital footprint every time i see spencer reid
if logan and wade dont come back for secret wars already married with rings on their fingers and dont bicker like theyve already been married for years in the middle of kicking ass and everyone has to tell them to shut the fuck up!! and wade says oh sorry the wife didnt have her coffee today you know how she gets. ill probably die
idk if i‘m having a sexuality or a gender crisis over deadpool
bitches say they're fine and then scream the "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all" in bohemian rhapsody louder than everyone else
days of future past logan you’ll ALWAYS be famous— he could do anything to me and id thank him
Fuck a bitch while I got on my geek glasses.
Omg I really fucking need hiim, like now