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naruto-heichou:

Crying because you can literally SEE HARU’S HEART ABOUT TO BREAK INTO A MILLION LITTLE PIECES AND HEAR HIM THINKING ‘NO, PLEASE, DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN’ AS HE THINKS ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED WHEN HE RACED RIN! AND THEN HE’S JUST LIKE HOLY SHIT MAKO BABY I LOVE YOU WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING MATURE ALL RIN DID WAS CRY

bravedad:

i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with

devilmonster18:

sunwukong-stoaway:

ringaroundtheprose:

the-captain-of-davesol:

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THE ULTIMATE FUCKING POST

You know it’s good when you bother to scroll all the way back up just to reblog it.

…Wait scroll up HOW OLD IS THIS THING

ITS BACK!

shitsujisebastian:

The image reflected in a picture is but an illusion. However, even if it is an illusion, wishing to hold onto it is one of the hollow dreams humans have.

shitsujisebastian:

The image reflected in a picture is but an illusion. However, even if it is an illusion, wishing to hold onto it is one of the hollow dreams humans have.

akitsunsfw:

shevathegun:

akitsu-47:

Rock me. X

The only thing greener than the mask is his eyes — Jake’s that is.

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Oh my gosh this is so HOT!! I love the way you write, your wordplay’s really lovely! Aaa this is the best compliment ever, to receive a drabble as a response to something I drew. Inspiring someone to create something else is pretty much the best feeling ever. I’m really really grateful! <3 Thank you!!

akitsunsfw:

coolkid-stridenasty:

akitsu-47:

Land of Mounds and Boners.NSFW version here.

Okay so A.) I am not supposed to be on my computer and B.) I wrote this around midnight and I probably shouldn’t post this, but once the idea formed I really couldn’t stop myself.So I’ll post this quick. Sorry for how long it is!
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Your breathing is off, heavier than the guns that flash golden in the light as you swivel them around. There are surprisingly few scrapes on your person considering how many skeletal foes you had been fighting off this time. They seemed to thicken when you reached the crimson stone monuments that stand out so starkly against the otherwise green landscape. Of course, the lack of injuries probably because of the blond standing near you, who is slowly sliding up from his defensive stance as you glance back at him. It’s quite obvious with the way Dirk slashes enemies down who get just a tad too close to you, or catch you by surprise(which is much more often than you’d like to admit), that he cares deeply for your welfare. But both of you know it runs deeper than that.There’s a minor tilt of the Strider’s head as he looks at you, an action you can tell even through the dark cloak of those triangular shades. He’s breathing hard too, harder than you even. You can see a thin sheen of sweat plastered to the pale, exposed arms, muscles easily visible as your companion slides smoothly to drop his blade and finally discard his shades. The slow actions fascinate you, a heated thrill running down your spine that’s different from the flame of battle. Neither of you move for a long moment, locked in a silent exchange of unspoken words and hidden meanings that flicker from amber to emerald and back.You both move at the same time, but his steps are faster than yours. There’s a dull thud as your weapons hit the soft grass and you turn to face your partner fully—and he’s already there to sweep you up, arms hooking under your legs and lips capturing yours to silence the surprised gasp. Your eyes fall closed instantaneously, content to relish the sensations. He doesn’t stop his stride as your legs tighten slightly around him, hands sliding up his toned chest to feel the chiseled features so well defined by his wifebeater. A soft groan escapes you as he pushes you up against one of the red monoliths, swallowing up your quiet noises of pleasure as your tongues meet and slide in smooth unison. His gloved hands are gripping ever-so-slightly at your ass, and you can’t help but whine as you cup his face with both hands to angle his head upwards to kiss him deeper. Dirk is always so much less vocal than you, but by now you know that this doesn’t mean he enjoys it any less. He just shows it in the way his breath hitches and stutters, or the quietest of gasps and moans, or how his hips roll forward just a bit just like the way they are right now, pressing himself along the bottom of your shorts in an almost-gentle way that makes your skin tingle with electricity and fire shoot down to your gut as you return the action, rutting up against his abdomen. He already knows how to push your buttons.A low hum rumbles from him, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s chuckling at your reaction. Playful annoyance and bright happiness overwhelm you for a moment; his laughter is perfect and makes your heart swell, even as you slide your lips back a bit to bite down on his own lower lip, tugging gently. It elicits a moan from the Strider, hot breath washing over you and fingers gripping you tighter. It’s a small victory for you, one that makes you grin despite the situation.The stone behind you digs into your back as he really ruts forward this time, listening to you gasp and murmur his name softly. The first word either of you have spoken since the battle, forgotten in the heat of passion. And you can’t really bring yourself to care about the dull nagging pain in your spine as your lips meet his again.Your name is Jake English, and you couldn’t be happier.

I… lost my jaw there. O/////O this is amazing perfect awesome yes please and thank you this is totally happening has to happen and no one can convince me otherwise. Bless you, dude. Bless you. Hkjdsfhvjhfvlshvguvgu.

akitsunsfw:

coolkid-stridenasty:

akitsu-47:

Land of Mounds and Boners.
NSFW version here.

Okay so A.) I am not supposed to be on my computer and B.) I wrote this around midnight and I probably shouldn’t post this, but once the idea formed I really couldn’t stop myself.
So I’ll post this quick. Sorry for how long it is!

——

Your breathing is off, heavier than the guns that flash golden in the light as you swivel them around. There are surprisingly few scrapes on your person considering how many skeletal foes you had been fighting off this time. They seemed to thicken when you reached the crimson stone monuments that stand out so starkly against the otherwise green landscape. Of course, the lack of injuries probably because of the blond standing near you, who is slowly sliding up from his defensive stance as you glance back at him. 
It’s quite obvious with the way Dirk slashes enemies down who get just a tad too close to you, or catch you by surprise(which is much more often than you’d like to admit), that he cares deeply for your welfare. But both of you know it runs deeper than that.
There’s a minor tilt of the Strider’s head as he looks at you, an action you can tell even through the dark cloak of those triangular shades. He’s breathing hard too, harder than you even. You can see a thin sheen of sweat plastered to the pale, exposed arms, muscles easily visible as your companion slides smoothly to drop his blade and finally discard his shades. The slow actions fascinate you, a heated thrill running down your spine that’s different from the flame of battle. 
Neither of you move for a long moment, locked in a silent exchange of unspoken words and hidden meanings that flicker from amber to emerald and back.
You both move at the same time, but his steps are faster than yours. There’s a dull thud as your weapons hit the soft grass and you turn to face your partner fully—and he’s already there to sweep you up, arms hooking under your legs and lips capturing yours to silence the surprised gasp. Your eyes fall closed instantaneously, content to relish the sensations. He doesn’t stop his stride as your legs tighten slightly around him, hands sliding up his toned chest to feel the chiseled features so well defined by his wifebeater. A soft groan escapes you as he pushes you up against one of the red monoliths, swallowing up your quiet noises of pleasure as your tongues meet and slide in smooth unison. 
His gloved hands are gripping ever-so-slightly at your ass, and you can’t help but whine as you cup his face with both hands to angle his head upwards to kiss him deeper. Dirk is always so much less vocal than you, but by now you know that this doesn’t mean he enjoys it any less. He just shows it in the way his breath hitches and stutters, or the quietest of gasps and moans, or how his hips roll forward just a bit just like the way they are right now, pressing himself along the bottom of your shorts in an almost-gentle way that makes your skin tingle with electricity and fire shoot down to your gut as you return the action, rutting up against his abdomen. He already knows how to push your buttons.
A low hum rumbles from him, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s chuckling at your reaction. Playful annoyance and bright happiness overwhelm you for a moment; his laughter is perfect and makes your heart swell, even as you slide your lips back a bit to bite down on his own lower lip, tugging gently. It elicits a moan from the Strider, hot breath washing over you and fingers gripping you tighter. It’s a small victory for you, one that makes you grin despite the situation.
The stone behind you digs into your back as he really ruts forward this time, listening to you gasp and murmur his name softly. The first word either of you have spoken since the battle, forgotten in the heat of passion. And you can’t really bring yourself to care about the dull nagging pain in your spine as your lips meet his again.
Your name is Jake English, and you couldn’t be happier.

I… lost my jaw there. O/////O this is amazing perfect awesome yes please and thank you this is totally happening has to happen and no one can convince me otherwise. Bless you, dude. Bless you. Hkjdsfhvjhfvlshvguvgu.

thewicked-eternity