Just Saw This On Twitter And … A Bullet Would’ve Hurt Less ..

OMG YAYYY!! THA GAYS!! ngl you cooked real hard w this one 💖💖💖💖🔥🔥🔥🔥

id love to draw one of your ocs if you could just provide a ref! this turned out super cute hehe tysm! :3 HOMOSEXUALS 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🧡🧡🧡🧡🩵🩵🩵🩵

hi dude!! i was wondering if you could draw my ocs, carmelita and nicholas :33 it doesn't have to be anything complicated haha if you want we could turn this into an art trade and i could draw one of your ocs! i just love my two darling boys a lot and wanna see them in other art styles hehe

Kaboom

Shout out to... tha gays!

Haven't posted in a while so have a low effort Feliks smoking

I saw that meme and I couldn't help but think of these two idiots 😭

not a day goes by that i do not think about the sims 3’s disgusting moodlet icons

"Useless ray of goddamn sunshine. You could have taught an old fool like me a lot."

Referenced Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan (1885)

𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖶𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖠𝖨𝖫𝖮𝖱 𝖬𝖠𝖣𝖤 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖣𝖠𝖸 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖤𝖱𝖠

alternate version coming soon

Saw Romeo again yesterday and it took everything in me not to hit him again with the gauntlet.

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes aka The Winter Soldier

Exclusive Outtake from Captain America: The Winter Soldier

@homoeroticfisticuffs asked for a way to find all of these outtakes so I'm gonna post this. These are all I have posted so far. I only have 5 left unreleased.

In his dreams, Steve’s liver was between his teeth. There was a slit down his side, moonlight painting the white of his skin. The asset knew that his teeth were painted with blood, but the wound did not weep it. It stayed perfectly sealed inside of his beautiful body, unlike the organs he so carelessly ripped out with his jaw.

Steve was asleep, or unconscious, but he was not dead. Through his hot flesh the asset could feel his heartbeat, and it unsettled him. Another cut was made, and the asset pulled apart Steve’s ribs reverently. They came undone like yarn, slipping through flesh and metal fingers. It was too easy. The asset wrapped his metal hand around Steve’s heart. He knew not of the feeling of skin against beating tissue, and he had no intention of enlightening himself. Closing flesh around such an organ would be too close to love, and the asset felt only surrender.

He pulled, first gently and then harder, squeezing like the.. thing would come squishing through the cracks of his fingers like rotten fruit. His hand stayed clean. It was almost like sex, the push and pull, and finally the asset gave in and leaned his head down, closing his teeth around Steve’s heart and biting as hard as he could. The taste of iron and rot did not come, and the asset could not penetrate the hard muscle.

“I hate you.” The asset whispered into hot blood, hoping that the salvia that rolled down his chin would drop into the cavity that he had created, maim and taint Steve’s American Dream. “I don’t want this.”

Steve was whispering in his ear. He loved him. No, no, this was not love. This was weakness. This was surrender. Surely the rip of teeth should burn, have Steve screaming and begging the asset to stop. He wanted Steve to tell him to stop. Was he giving up?

He woke up panting, and hard, and on the living room floor. Gripping a loaded revolver in his right hand, he closed his eyes and bit his lip until it bled, imagining it was Steve’s blood in his mouth instead.