SK8 Week Day Two!!

SK8 Week Day Two!!

prompt: favorite friendship

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I got kinda lazy today but I still wanted to get this out lmao. Anyway I love cherry and joes friendship and I really wish we were able to see more of it. I’m having a lot of from with the event and I’m excited to see the others entries!

This is not normal for my blog but

Anyone want to join a discord server for beginner streamers?

The only requirements are, you have to be 13-18 years old, be chill with people swearing around you, and respect the LGBTQ community.

As of now there’s only my friend and me so we hope more people join!

Feel free to ask me any questions you want about the discord

Discord

Join the Baby Streamers Discord Server!

Check out the Baby Streamers community on Discord - hang out with 2 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

Bolin: *laying on the floor* do you think I can photosynthesis?

Mako: go and try it

Sokka: the urge to shoot grapes out of my mouth is growing everyday

You’re a cunt

Xoxo,kyoshi

“but in that way where you can tell he’s pressing all of his appreciation deep into your skin. lodging it there so that even when your body begins to decay beneath the earth a long time from now, the imprints of his love will still be nestled in your bones.”

How dare you write this poetry on a smut

finnick is just so soft and comforting in my mind. SOFT SMUT 16+

the capitol has painted him into this hypermasculine, tough, being. and they’re not far off. finnick is tough. but your finnick isn’t the capitol’s finnick. 

your finnick is loving, soft edges hidden by his muscled exterior. he’s caring. he cares so much, and those trips to the capitol seem to wear him down each time. but he always comes back to you, maybe with drained eyes and a little less energy in him, but he’s always there. 

your finnick loves you with all his might. he’s having a hand on you at all times, simultaneously making sure you’re not a figment of his imagination, and you won’t go away. (you’d never even dream of it) 

your finnick keeps you afloat on the mattress, instead of pushing you into it like others have. he has a soothing hand on you somewhere, usually along your abdomen, encouraging you when his display of love seems to be too much on your little body. he’s kissing you all over, not in that slobbery way that capitol men have, but in that way where you can tell he’s pressing all of his appreciation deep into your skin. lodging it there so that even when your body begins to decay beneath the earth a long time from now, the imprints of his love will still be nestled in your bones. he rocks into you slowly, but with a determined force behind it. he keeps your legs open, even propping them onto his shoulders to reach the deep pits within you that he knows has you mewling. and when your mewling turns into whines, which turns into breathy gasps, he has a thumb circling the little button that pushes you over the edge. 

and your finnick holds you when you’ve finished. there’s some nights where only you finish, but he couldn’t care less about himself. when he’s done, he doesn’t pull his pants up and throw loose bills over your body. he engulfs your tired frame in his arms, and kisses your forehead, mumbling suggestions of a warm bath before you both fall asleep. 

and of course, your finnick carries you to the bathtub that’s filled to the brim with warm water and soapy suds, joining you in the warmth that cleanses both of you, while also inviting you into a mutual embrace of drowsiness.