WEWT
SUP DOODZ.
i don't have anything particular to post about... spose i'll throw some pictures on the end of this since i kinda feel like it.
i'm working on a sequel to his sister. i know only like 3 of you read it (or maybe you lurked it and didn't comment DAMMIT) but ~someone (cough, shadow_hive) wants a sequel or three so i'm writing some more. however, this one will be
GIRL!TOM/OLI/GIRL!MATT N!
with IMPLIED
CURTIS/LEE/MATT K!
in a shower. yeah. and there's more kink. and weird shit.
MOVING ALONG
my stepdad is watching dancing with the stars. idk if it's on anywhere other than america (omg i hate america). basically celebrities have to learn to ballroom dance with professionals. anyway. kelly osbourne is on it this year, and aaron carter, and this douchebag republican GAYS R BAD Y'ALL house of representatives dude called tom delay. i'm not kidding, his last name is delay. anyway, john made a folder in his phonebook for all their vote numbers and they've got pictures and he's listed their dance partners. he's such a geek. i love him.
my mommy just got home so i'm happy.
i read a series of poems about the bmth show in class today. miss sommer thought it was about me fucking oli sykes. i'm going to let you decide what sounds dirty.
he asks me about the city, and how i like it here,
and whether skipping constructions is worth showing up really damn early.
i say yes, because he is my favorite vegan.
i could explode out of my throat
splattering ink across ink
and a boy who holds himself in his bloody hands.
he laughs at me, crushes my rib cage with his love.
this is it. this is how it feels.
hold me forever. you smell amazing.
he is tall,
but he leans in when i tilt onto my toes and we converge halfway.
can i get a picture?
and his words drip hot and wet, running slow like drying blood, or tattoo ink.
i would scream, but he can hear it without me opening my mouth.
i feel invisible,
but when his buttons hit the table it's like he's dipped his head below the clouds just to see my face.
he killed the prom queen. maybe i am next.
finally, he matches.
he doesn't even have to try and he fits.
his hand flourishes,
and i say,
hey,
i love you,
and he smiles his oxycontin smile.
EFF. IT'S NOT EFFIN' DIRTY. MOTHER EFFER.
anyway. i'm gonna be annoying and rape your flist.
tom sykes will be the death of me. particularly girl!tom.
SUP NEW OTP? mmm tom.
if anyone has this picture any bigger, that'd make my life. pleaseandthankyou.
tom's eyes make me BONERR so hard.
okay no tom but I CU LEE, HUMPIN' CURTIS' LEG
also no tom but DAMMIT, look at matt.
this is for loppydum. i love this picture.
oh, tom
so this is my favorite tom/matt picture. tom is precious. i want matt in me. sort of. not really.
someone needs to tell oli to keep his clothes on. but matt, on the other hand. somebody take all his clothes. all of them.
this is prolly my favorite picture ever in existence. ♥
WELL IF YOU READ ALL THIS I SPOSE I SHOULD MAKE THIS POST INTERACTIVE
SO TELL ME
HOW DOTH THOU FEEL ABOUT BLOOD/VIOLENCE/GORE IN PR0NZ?
i don't have anything particular to post about... spose i'll throw some pictures on the end of this since i kinda feel like it.
i'm working on a sequel to his sister. i know only like 3 of you read it (or maybe you lurked it and didn't comment DAMMIT) but ~someone (cough, shadow_hive) wants a sequel or three so i'm writing some more. however, this one will be
GIRL!TOM/OLI/GIRL!MATT N!
with IMPLIED
CURTIS/LEE/MATT K!
in a shower. yeah. and there's more kink. and weird shit.
MOVING ALONG
my stepdad is watching dancing with the stars. idk if it's on anywhere other than america (omg i hate america). basically celebrities have to learn to ballroom dance with professionals. anyway. kelly osbourne is on it this year, and aaron carter, and this douchebag republican GAYS R BAD Y'ALL house of representatives dude called tom delay. i'm not kidding, his last name is delay. anyway, john made a folder in his phonebook for all their vote numbers and they've got pictures and he's listed their dance partners. he's such a geek. i love him.
my mommy just got home so i'm happy.
i read a series of poems about the bmth show in class today. miss sommer thought it was about me fucking oli sykes. i'm going to let you decide what sounds dirty.
he asks me about the city, and how i like it here,
and whether skipping constructions is worth showing up really damn early.
i say yes, because he is my favorite vegan.
i could explode out of my throat
splattering ink across ink
and a boy who holds himself in his bloody hands.
he laughs at me, crushes my rib cage with his love.
this is it. this is how it feels.
hold me forever. you smell amazing.
he is tall,
but he leans in when i tilt onto my toes and we converge halfway.
can i get a picture?
and his words drip hot and wet, running slow like drying blood, or tattoo ink.
i would scream, but he can hear it without me opening my mouth.
i feel invisible,
but when his buttons hit the table it's like he's dipped his head below the clouds just to see my face.
he killed the prom queen. maybe i am next.
finally, he matches.
he doesn't even have to try and he fits.
his hand flourishes,
and i say,
hey,
i love you,
and he smiles his oxycontin smile.
EFF. IT'S NOT EFFIN' DIRTY. MOTHER EFFER.
anyway. i'm gonna be annoying and rape your flist.
tom sykes will be the death of me. particularly girl!tom.
SUP NEW OTP? mmm tom.
if anyone has this picture any bigger, that'd make my life. pleaseandthankyou.
tom's eyes make me BONERR so hard.
okay no tom but I CU LEE, HUMPIN' CURTIS' LEG
also no tom but DAMMIT, look at matt.
this is for loppydum. i love this picture.
oh, tom
so this is my favorite tom/matt picture. tom is precious. i want matt in me. sort of. not really.
someone needs to tell oli to keep his clothes on. but matt, on the other hand. somebody take all his clothes. all of them.
this is prolly my favorite picture ever in existence. ♥
WELL IF YOU READ ALL THIS I SPOSE I SHOULD MAKE THIS POST INTERACTIVE
SO TELL ME
HOW DOTH THOU FEEL ABOUT BLOOD/VIOLENCE/GORE IN PR0NZ?