cashton has my heart wow

5SOS as Van Gogh Paintings

YO this is so fucking SICK

The Killer Queen cover is

LITERALLY ME @ THAT KILLER QUEEN COVER 5SOS DID HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Devils Playground|Negan X You|(Halloween)

SMUT | Knife Play | Blood/Gore

Thanks for pushing me to get this finished! I wanted to do a Halloween fic but had you not put in a request I wouldn’t have done it. Thank you @ofxallxwexlost I hope you enjoy it! •NO BETA.

It was Halloween night and Negan decided he wanted to give you the scare of a lifetime. He took you to the old haunted house no one in their right minds ever ventured to. You always told him how you wanted a real scary Halloween experience but nothing you’ve ever witnessed lived up to your expectations. Negan being the stand up guy that he is wanted to give you the fright of your life.

“Negan NO! I don’t wanna go in there!” You screamed with a petrifying tone clawing against his black leather jacket. He grabbed your small hand and dragged you towards the opening of the old haunted house. You jumped up and down trying to hop from his grasp which caused the cheeks of your ass to peek out from under your small red dress. Tonight you were the devils little princess and Negan definitely proved himself to be a devil.

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if you are a man who had sex with a woman, and she became pregnant, and decided to abort, she does not “owe” you any say in the decision. all you did was bust a 10 second nut and suddenly you get a decisive say in whether or not she goes through 9 months of insanity and a painful expensive labour cause YOU want the kid? fuck off. your role in the creation of that fetus is minimal at best. if you really, genuinely wanted a child with her, you would have PLANNED for the conception of a child with that woman BEFORE y'all fucked. stop giving me that shit about “both of them created it together so they get equal say in the matter!” NO a man ejaculated and THAT’S IT, everything else regarding conception is on the woman’s body, she gets the final say in whether or not she’ll carry to term, NOT you. go adopt one of the 250,000 children in foster care waiting for someone to love them if you want a kid that fucking badly.

all pro lifers can fuck off my post please I still stand by this 100%

That last fucking line about adoption is on god damn point.

the sex ed guide your parents didn't give you

Tumblr, you’re alright

never stop retweeting this

idk it seemed funny to me

its that time of year again babeyyyyy

Virginity

Pairing: Ashton x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: Smut, NSFW

Summary: Virgin!Reader with Experienced!Ashton

“Are you sure you wanna keep going? Because we can stop if you want to stop. I don’t want to pressure you if you’re not ready,” Ashton says, checking in with you when you begin to pull back from his kiss. You’ve gotten to the point of the two of you being topless with this makeout session, and that’s as far as you’ve ever gone with him, but tonight you want more.

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My first time holding a sloth today 😭

FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT’S HOLY

TURN ON THE SOUND

This is that guy that fed those deer snacks ohmygod hes out here living his best life

I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS AT ALL LOOK HOW HAPPY AND IN LOVE THEY ARE AND THIS WAS LAST YEAR I’M DEAD OMG

50% horny, 50% depressed

Edge.

Summary: You’ve teased Noah while he was away and he’s gonna make sure you learn your lesson. Type: Smut. Detailed smut.  Word count: 4551. This is SO much longer than I thought it would be.  Warnings: Public foreplay, delayed orgasm (edging), oral sex (male), dirty talk, strong language, hints at daddy!kink, vaginal sex.  A/N: So I’m pretty new here to this “fandom” and this is the first thing that I’ve written for him. If you read this, please give it a like/reblog and my ask is open if you’d like to drop me a message :) As it’s my first one shot, I don’t have a tag list but if you’d like to be included in one please let me know.  Sorry for any mistakes in this. 

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Noah was unlike anyone else you’d dated before. He had an air of innocence, the type that fooled your parents into thinking he was a good boy. The type to only want to hold your hand and give you long, lingering kisses as he brought you home on time. It wasn’t a lie, he was a good boy but you loved it when he was bad. He could change that image within seconds. He’d swap his boyish charm to filth at the drop of a hat. He could kiss you, leave your legs weak and trembling, he could tell you how beautiful you looked and would wait for the smile to appear on your face before telling you “how much more beautiful you’d look with my cock in your throat.”

He loved to whisper exactly what he wanted to do to you while out in public just to see you become hot and flustered. He loved to tell you how hard you make him when he’s away filming. The two of you weren’t against pleasuring yourselves on video call while he was away. You loved making him moan as he watched as your fingers move in and out of you, the way he’d bite his lip as he tried not to be too vocal as he took his hard cock in his hand and wanked, that he could alert those in the rooms on either side of his.

You loved his filthy mouth. Especially when he was deep inside of you, fucking you into oblivion. It was the hottest thing you’d ever heard. And tonight was no exception. He’d come home after several weeks of filming and declared he was hungry and wanted to take you out. He’d been excited, clutching your hand as he pulled you towards the subway. His hands were on you the whole time; either on your waist, in your hair, cupping your jaw or on your ass. He didn’t mind PDA but fully understands time and place is essential. As the carriages fill and empty, he uses his hands accordingly. Little did you know, this would be the start of the teasing that he had in mind.

“Fuck I’ve missed you baby,” he says several minutes after your main course is placed in front of you both. “I’ve missed you too.” He licks his lips, his eyes glancing around to see if anyone is looking. He pushes his plate closer to yours and moves his cutlery before shuffling his seat closer. “Noah, no.” You know where this is going and despite your words saying no, your core clenches and you feel wetness begin to soak your panties. 

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