only reason i know its daylight savings is bc my job drilled it into us tbh
i cant tell if its actuslly three am or if my phone just set itself an hour ahead for daylight savings
when your writing and you come up with that one fucking killer line
How could you tell me that I’m great?
When they chewed me up, spit me out and pissed on me.
You’re too mean, I don’t like you, fuck you anyway
You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs
"What’s it look like—?"
"—We’re sucking your dick," Leon finished with a croon, They both went back to their routine, tongues brushing one another and Luka grunting into it all. A hand wrapped around the base of Roman’s member, though whose hand it was happened to be indistinguishable
Of course the two of them planned to go to town on him until he popped, as much or as little as Roman wanted it. They didn’t particularly mind pleasuring him before themselves.
They viewed it as a fucked up ‘thanks in advance’.
"Tch—." Despite everything, he managed a sneer, glaring down at the twins. It was rather hard to concentrate with them both putting so much into this; even worse because his body was forcing him to acknowledge how good it felt. God, how long had it been since someone had done this?
Long enough to leave him susceptible to the rather sultry moan that escaped his lungs, despite his best of efforts. Shit.
Without much thought, a hand drifted to tangle itself with one of the twins hair —which, he wasn’t sure. Whether he was attempting to pull them off of push them down, he was even less sure of. Regardless, their was a lot of hair pulling and panting. Roman’s mind was far too drugged and full of hiked endorphin levels to care anymore.
LOOK AT THIS BABY
LOOK AT HER
Drop The Game // Flume & Chet Faker
Rex wondered only vaguely if Marion was here. The albino had been given a lot of freedom recently and it seemed she’d taken to wandering to some guy’s house if he remembered correctly. Whomever he’d spoken on the phone with, he thought with distaste as he pushed in the door.
The metallic taste of blood was heavy on his tongue and at the back of his throat— the red fluid had run from his nose to his split lips and he hadn’t bothered to take care of it until now. He used the back of his wrist to wipe some away, though he really only succeeded in smearing it and making it run more.
The rest of his body was abused as well, reddened in some places where bruises would likely form. But… he had a wad of twenties in his back pocket. So he wouldn’t complain.
"Mari?" He inquired loudly, "You around?"
The new found freedom was much appreciated, but like all things, could only be taken so much of. Darien had a life, work to tend to, and much more that unfortunately left Marion lacking the athlete’s presence. It wasn’t so bad though; Rex was a decent person to be around, despite everything that had happened. He was rather nice, really, and lounging around the small apartment even when the man wasn’t home.
The owl presently was curled up in Rex’s bed —not to sleep, she wasn’t even in the covers. Just to wait for the other, having found no interest in anything else inside the building. It was nice to relax, regardless.
At the sound of her name, Marion perked up. The continuation of the man’s voice coaxed her out of bed to trot out to the front, only to find a bloody and bruised Rex standing there.
"—-!!" Oh how she wished she could talk. Frantically the younger headed towards to the other, offering a rather concerned look as she wiped away the blood with a rag she had gathered, though it seemed to be a pointless effort. She was absolutely anxious, and it showed.
What the hell did he do now?!
Lily really had ought to check her personal FaceBook more often —the one were people reached her in specific knowing she would see it. Boy did that go well. At least she had made the attempt to check it at least once a month (if it way anything that important, they could always message another band member). Things were just so busy with their growing popularity! They were opening for well known bands now; people were mixing and remixing their music; they were getting rather known, rather fast. It was a lot to deal with for someone of her size.
On the occasion there actually was someone trying to contact her, and she had felt a little bad —oh. Oh dear, it seemed now was one of those times. A particular individual that she had heard of from time to time —listened to, even. She quite admired his work, honestly. What in the world could he want?
After tossing a few messages back and forth (thankfully he was presently online), they had agreed to meet up on their next mutual free day to further discuss SkynWalker’s ‘proposition.’ Whatever that was.
Lily waited outside of the small, family owned cafe for Skyn, as per request and played around on her phone, returning whatever other messages she had neglected to answer the day Skyn contacted her.
"Oh, you’re—?" With that suggestion, Boreas’ curious blue hues widened up in surprise and inquisition. Was he speaking to God? Surely Lucifer would see this and either be disappointed or impressed and this icy being wasn’t sure how to feel about that. In either case, it mean that Boreas should probably treat this man with utmost respect.
Which would be difficult for him, since he had a bit of a…complex himself.
"Yourself and this Mother work in cahoots then, I assume… so there is not one Him but also a Her. This was not what was taught to me, but if you insist!" And with that Boreas accepted it with one of his shining smiles in Father’s direction.
Father smiled. “I am not God. By any means. I tend to no prayers and I couldn’t be bothered to answer them even if I had.” No, God just simply was given all the credit for his work… It was a shame, but Father supposed it was fine —so long as they were appreciating his works and found the beauty in it, and were even so much as moved by it, he supposed it was something he could live with. Though to be quite honest it was quite annoying at times. At least he had the hippies. The thought made him chuckle slightly.
"Something along those lines. We are not a separate entity, merely two halves of a whole. It’s a whole mess of things that I don’t care to explain." Ever so polite, Father. Another charming grin greeted his lips to return Boreas’.
"Ahh—," he paused in his steps as he noticed just where they were. "It seems I’ve talked us through our walk. Welcome to my home~." Father gestured to a quaint house —one of the few he had bartered —amongst the woods. It was by no means a simple cabin, but neither an honest house. A leisurely mix of the two, really.
"Make yourself comfortable. Can’t have a cranky demon on my hands, now can I?"
ocelots are so fucking adorable.
LOOK AT ITS CUTE LITTLE FACE :D