What I Wouldn't Do - Tumblr Posts
“Run into a cave and break your ankle so that people have to come find you and they see you lying at the bottom of this beautiful cave and maybe there’s a waterfall and the light from the crystals makes you look really beautiful and they say “Are you okay?” and you say “I think so” and they say “oh my God have you been here alone this whole time with a broken ankle” and you say “it’s okay” and they say “you’re so brave” and you are brave and you look so beautiful surrounded by cave crystals and everyone stands over you and says “oh wow” and “you poor beautiful thing” and “I’m so sorry we let you run into the cave but I’m so glad we found you” and let them carry you home and promise to be your best friends forever and that everything’s their fault and also they named the cave after you and you’re prettier than all of your enemies and your enemies all died of jealousy while you were in the cave.”
— Daniel M. Lavery, How To Respond To Criticism (via boringoldraphael)
I just wanna admire my pretty boy while he plays with himself.
No instructions, no leading, just watching and giving praise.
I want to see him nervously touch himself in all the places that he likes, hear his breathing change, hear those first low breathy moans that escapes while he blushes profusely over the fact that I'm watching him.
I want to see his toes curl, his leg twitching, his arm flexing as he gets into it.
I want to see his eyes glaze over as I praise him for being such a piece of art, for doing such a good job pleasuring himself, for sounding so pretty.
I want to see him throw his head back, see how he bites his lip as he tries to hold on to the good feeling before it bursts, hear his beautiful moans and see how his tummy is tightening as he is just about to cum.
I want to tell him what a good boy he is for me, how proud I am, how absolutely stunning he is as he is covered in his own cum and a thin layer of sweat, panting and looking at me with those sparkly eyes.
I want to cover his face with kisses and clean him up with my mouth before taking him to the bath.
I want to sit in the bath with him, have him lean back against me as I softly run the washcloth over him and hum to the low music coming from the speaker.
I want to hold him in my arms and make him feel safe and loved.
i want a fight club movie where there's just extreme religious imagery and them being disgusting happy freaks