Bring Back Tumblr Ask Culture Let Me. Bother You With Questions And Statements

I found a site with lots of posters I haven't seen before AND this ONE.

Why are they pluckering their lips like this? Why are their eyes closed? Why do they look about to kiss?

you’re seriously so gorgeous 🥹💜

thank you ☺️💋🖤

what if in the next Modern Warfare game Ghost dies and they of course cremate his body because Simon Riley will never be buried underground again if John Price has anything to say about it, and so Price and Gaz gather at the same place they scattered Soap's ashes to scatter Ghost's and Price does so and Gaz says "they'd want to be together in this" and Price agrees with a hum and the game ends and the post credit scene is in the same place with a figure sitting at the cliff's edge but we don't see their face, only their feet softly kicking in the air but we can see that they're holding something in their hands and then we hear footsteps coming their way and the camera tilts up and we see Soap who has longer hair but the scar on his temple is clear and star shaped and he smiles down at the figure and says "Been a while, Si" and we finally see the figure who is Ghost without his mask and it's the first and only time we see his face and he's holding the balaclava, and he smiles up at Soap and says "Too long, Johnny." and he throws the balaclava down the cliff because he won't need it where he is now and he gets to his feet and follows Soap and that's where the game ends

like

what if

“Minors do not interact” and the fic is about a minor

How r y’all finding this man ?

hey guys this is really important

I need a group of people to recreate the I think we’re alone now scene from the umbrella academy with me

"but the text never explicitly stated it!!!" hey, so that's actually what they tried to teach you in those english classes you barely passed 😁

I peel away strips of waxen skin,

And split open your delicate body,

To relish on your hidden treasure,

Of rubies and juice and blood.

I plunge my fingers in your soft flesh

And smile as your burst against my skin,

Staining me red with your sweet blood,

Marking me with your love,

An eternal declaration and reminder.

I place you in my famished mouth,

And chew on your succulent entrails

Just to feel you pop against my teeth

And slide down my throat,

I savour your sweetness with passion.

You make a mess of my person,

As I desperately dig for a last morsel of you

To place in my mouth and enjoy,

To feel full, replenished and satisfied

Of you, your blood, your flesh,

To feel my fingers sticky with your juices,

To feel my skin smothered in your love,

To lick your sweetness from my lips,

And forever be haunted by a sour after-taste,

When it is all over,

That only you can erase,

By coming back to me,

And allowing me to plunge my fingers,

In your willing body,

And quench my hunger for you.

-----n.a.j.

I would’ve been entertained every lunch period with his dramatic ass