torchwood is so funny to me because tosh starts reading minds and while gwen and owen are constantly thinking about fucking each other, ianto’s just depressed as hell. he’ll be thinking about how terrible his life is then just turn around and ask you if you’d like him to make you some coffee
do you guys ever get too scared to post ocs because you’re worried that their design or story isn’t cool enough
And then someone posts their OC/sona that looks super similar to your OC, even though you’ve technically made yours first
And now you’re scared of posting them because you’re afraid someone is gonna try and compare the two, because someone will always do that if they look similar enough
Do you guys ever feel that way or am I just really really stupid
Bruce: They will never know how proud I am in this moment. I would literally rather chew glass than have a candid, heartfelt conversation with both my sons. I am the night. I am Batman.
thinking about that one episode in 2012 where leo has that nightmare where he watches mikey get stabbed and then flung off a cliff and then he cries in the rain whilst cradling his body… yeah wtf was that about
there are no words to describe the cries chisome pulls out of you when you’re seated on his face. chest heaving, head spinning, legs trembling, you’re making sounds you’ve never heard as his tongue slides in and out of your sopping cunt over and over. he’s got a tight grip on your thighs, his rough hands digging into your flesh as he groans into your pussy. you can’t keep from grinding harder into his face as the slick muscle of his tongue drags over your sweet spot and curls its way deep inside you. he’s deeper than you thought possible, teasing you in ways his long fingers never could as wave after heated wave of pleasure washes over your skin. it builds and tightens in your belly as you get close to orgasm once again; your cunt clenches and flutters hard as chisome carries you along. his thick arms tighten to keep you stable as your head falls back and your hips rock into him, a heavy pant and a cry ripping from your chest as your vision goes white. he tongue fucks you through your orgasm, greedily lapping up every bit of cum he can get from you as you writhe in his arms. his stare is more intense than ever as you try to pry yourself away from him after the fourth orgasm he’s pulled out of you that night. his grin is menacing when he lets up for a moment. “where ya goin’, sweetness? i didn’t say i was done.”