Hehehe I Alr Have One She Writes Me Poetry And Takes Me Thrifting

me rn^

Congratulations to PEDRO PASCAL on Golden Globe Nomination for Best Performance by a Male Actor in a Television Series - Drama on The Last of Us.

never in my life have I heard of something I want to be a part of mor than this.

count. me. in.

If tumblr dies I think we should all start a shared google doc

In my humble opinion

loser!ellie college headcanons

ellie has a crush // pt 1 of ?

mdni

contains ; nothing but her being so down bad and having no game

• loser!ellie who expected to finish college as the only girl on the hockey team to never score (and she didn't mean points- she scored those.) (sometimes.)

• loser!ellie who first saw you in at a party that the hockey team dragged her to and abigail fucking anderson started talking about you and was about to go make a move and ellie freaked the fuck out and purposely spilled her drink on you just so she could pull you away from the crowd because oh my god you were so pretty it hurt her

• loser!ellie who you were absolutely pissed at for ruining your shirt but she smiled at you all sheepish and lopsided with those puppy dog eyes and you melted

• loser!ellie who invited you to her next game and when you showed up with her number painted on your cheek and cheered for her loud as fuck she nearly melted on the ice

• loser!ellie who got benched immediately because her head wasn't in the game

• loser!ellie who found out you worked at a campus cafe and started dragging jesse and dina all the way across campus with her every morning and was subsequently late for her first class every day

• loser!ellie who didn't realize you had written your number on her cup until she had already thrown it away and then dug it out of the trashcan in broad daylight

• loser!ellie who texted you immediately with a meme like this and completely forgot to say who she was (you knew)

• loser!ellie who thought you hated her because you just responded 'lmao' and proceeded to have an actual crisis over it

• loser!ellie who got a text from you four hours later that was a lot less dry and she realized oh you were probably just busy

• loser!ellie who found out you liked music and then did absolutely everything in her power to figure out what music you liked so she could learn it on guitar

• loser!ellie who lowk stalked you on instagram for weeks but waited for you to follow her first so she wouldn't seem like a weirdo

• loser!ellie who then immediately started posting memes like this on her story

• loser!ellie who oh my god oh my god you liked the stories oh my god

• loser!ellie who ahejeknjdjd you reposted them to your story ????

• loser!ellie who realized you hadn't missed a game since the first one she invited you to???

• loser!ellie who asked joel for advice lmao

so theres this girl i go to school with and

• dad!joel who laugh reacted the message (ellie would yell at her sister sarah for teaching him how to do that later)

• loser!ellie who finally got the nerve to ask you out and went into the coffee shop so confident and then saw you weren't working

hey ur not working this morning?

hi ellie !! no not today i'm sick

• loser!ellie who bought some premade soup and some peppermint tea and literally ran to your place (she has a car??)

• loser!ellie who asked you out while you were dying (a bit sick) of the plague (a cold) and it was her last chance (you would be back at work in 2 days) to profess her undying love (huge crush) on the fair maiden (cute barista) before her

• loser!ellie who short circuited when you said yes and just stared at you in unblinking silence for so long you had to call dina and jesse to come get her ass

• loser!ellie who didn't realize you had liked her back from the moment she smiled at you at that party

• loser!ellie who bragged to abby about bagging you

• loser!ellie who is never letting you go

first post completed! feels so good i hope u guys love it

Without limits, without pauses, without mercy, from dusk till dawn, from dawn till dusk. From the kitchen to the garage, from the countertop where dishes topple over, to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, where every tremor echoes in the walls. From the walls bouncing back the moans, to the cabinets trembling from the rhythm of hips, from the bedroom mirror reflecting every tense muscle and every trace of fingers, to the shower where water mixes with sweat and saliva, soaking every surface—bodies, walls, and souls alike.

In every position, in every corner. Missionary with nails digging into your back, on top with hands gripping a throat, reverse cowgirl where the view alone drives you insane, doggy style with hips raised high, backwards, forwards, sideways, on the floor, on the table, pressed against the wall, on the couch where pillows are thrown to the ground. On the dining table that creaks under the weight, on the washing machine vibrating in sync with the movements, on the stairs where every thrust resonates like an echo.

Outside, where the cold air bites but the body burns. In the car, where windows fog up, and the sounds are muffled by honking horns. On the motorcycle, where balance is a challenge, on the back of a truck where every move feels forbidden. In the airplane, where silent desperation and tension rise, in the train where the sound of wheels merges with shallow, gasping breaths. In a tent, where the fabric trembles under the pressure of the rhythm, in a cave where every moan is amplified by the echo.

Every inch of skin, every curve, every nerve pushed to its limit. Fingers sliding across sweaty flesh, teeth sinking into lips, bite marks left on necks, shoulders, hips. Backs arching into impossible shapes, legs trembling from the tension, toes curling with every surge of pleasure. Breath quickened, shallow, broken by screams and moans that seem endless.

Moisture—on the sheets, on the floor, on bodies, on hands moving with reckless abandon. Saliva dripping, bodies shaking, tears streaming from overstimulation. Skin pulsating under touch, muscles tense to breaking, knees buckling under the weight of ecstasy. The walls shake with sound, the floor vibrates with energy, the air thick, electrified, so dense it feels like breathing is a challenge.

From walls to mirrors, from balconies to floors. Legs spread, hands tied, bodies synchronized in a rhythm that speeds up, slows down, explodes. Standing, lying, sideways, on the back, on the stomach, kneeling, with hips raised, with a hand tightening around a throat, with nails leaving trails on your back. By the window, where the outside world becomes an uninvited voyeur, in the elevator, where every sound reverberates, on the beach, where sand invades every crevice.

To the edge, to the point of losing all sense of reality. Moans so loud they seem to tear through the silence of the universe. Orgasms so deep they make you lose connection with the ground. Trembling legs, ringing ears, a pulsing heart that feels like it’s about to explode. The world blurs into a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, every muscle giving out, every nerve vibrating, every breath an effort. And then again—and again. Until the very end, until everything inside you shatters into pieces, only to be reborn anew.

They are exactly the same 🫠❤️

My thighs are huge cuz they’re full of secrets

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I need to write some hot Gryffindor Professor Stiles Stilinski fics NOW

never seen something I agree with more than this

the only correct ranking of rory’s boyfriends:

jess

logan

dean

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