Oh my god, who is that?? Boy bitch is gonna be mine!
“oh no, Hsu. Look.” “What?” “Our new neighbor is putting a ‘MAGA’ sign in his yard.” “Oh he’s hot as fuck…” “Hsu, focus, please.” “Mnnn. I’m focusing alright. I’m gonna go take my immigrant ass over there and corrupt the fuck out of him. But slowly…very slowly…must form a plan…” “Hsu that’s not a good idea.” “My dick does not discern between good and bad ideas. Only sexy ideas.” Andrew looked out the window. “…That poor man. He doesn’t know what he’s about to happen to him.” “Oh don’t pity him, Andrew. Envy him. He’s gonna be enlightened to the wonders of fucking a cute boy’s ass. He’s gonna be born again. Praise the lord, Hallelujah.” Hsu smiled. “…I’m seriously glad you aren’t on the side of evil, cause you kind of frighten me sometimes.” “Sorry Andrew. I haven’t gotten laid recently. I have needs.” Andrew pats him on the shoulder. “It’s ok. Just …don’t eat him ok?” Hsu exhales. “Fine. I’ll try. Mmmn look at him bend over in those gym shorts…”
// Hey, friends, I just had someone try a fishing attempt on my blog. If it wasn’t a bot and instead a real person: back up, creep.
That being said, apparently this is a thing that has happened before to other people, and I’m grateful for my suspicion. If you get a youtube video (one by C.rosa R.osa in my case – apparently a favorite for this) randomly sent in as a submission, and you see some name with a sketchy h.otmail email address linked to it, DO NOT CLICK ON THE EMAIL ADDRESS. The video is just a link to y.outube, yes, but the email link is not. It is a fishing attempt and will lead you to a blank page. Fortunately I looked this up before I did anything, so joke’s on you asshole.
This is so incredibly random, and I’ve never had this happen before, but it weirded me tf out enough to make a post about it.
Anyway, again, for that person who submitted that – get the hell off of my blog and off of tumblr. Ridiculous.
Hey heads up, this is what it looks like:
I don’t usually click on the e-mail anyway, but thank God for this post. I’m blocking and deleting this submission. Watch out, guys !
Happened to me too, so it may be going around reptiblr/petblr. Just a heads up!
I got this too. It creeps me out
I go this too from two different names, and did not click on it.
“Hey Chris?” “Yeah?” “Do you know what like…being gay is like? Do you know?” Chris turned and looked at Thomas. “I dunno. Are you gay?” Tom shrugged. “I don’t think so, but my parents say it’s like a choice, so like…what’s the other option than like, normal? I don’t get it.” Chris chewed on his gum and thought. “Well, my cousin is gay. He cares a lot about fashion and brands, and music. He said once he has to study up on a lot of stuff to stay relevant. He spends a lot of time on his hair. Maybe it’s like that?” “What, wait, so being gay isn’t even about uh, like, doing stuff, with boys? Just being flaming?” Chris blew a bubble and popped it. “No, I think they do it to attract other guys. Like if guys like guys, you have to be really flamboyant to attract other guys. Like, you know, peacocks, I guess.” Tom laughed. “Peacocks. That’s funny. Yeah I guess that makes sense. So all gays are like that? You can’t be like, straight and normal and still like guys?” Chris shrugged. “I don’t think so. Never met one or heard of one.” Tom tilted his head to the side. “…Huh.”
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“Tom? Thomas?” Tom shook his head out of his fog. “Huh?” He looked sideways at his partner. “Well I guess you are awake from your nap.” Tom smiled. “Hi Marshall. Guess you are too.” “Did you sleep at all?” “A bit. Mostly just thinking about stuff.” “What kind of stuff?” Marshall asked. Tom studied his face. He had the most beautiful brown eyes. “I was thinking that Chris was totally wrong.” Both eyebrows went up. “Now who is Chris?” “Mn, he was an old middle school friend.” “And what was he wrong about?” Tom exhaled through his nose. “Well, thanks to Chris, I thought being gay would be a very different thing. I never imagined it would be spending a lazy Sunday loafing around the house with a wonderful cub like you, waiting until the football game started.” Marshall loved being called a cub and his cheeks turned a bit red. “How could you not imagine that? That’s all I wanted when I grew up, was to have like a typical American suburban life. Fratboy to dadbod pipeline. Just like, married to another dad, instead of a wife. And without the kids…for now anyway.” Tom chuckled. “Fratboy to dadbod. Yeah that’s kind of it.” “What did you think it’d be?” Marshall asked. “Mmn. Something to do with peacocks.”
“Peacocks?” “Yeah.” “…I don’t get it.” Tom chuffed through his nose. “Don’t worry about it. I think I’m gonna nap for a few more minutes ok?” Marshall snuggled up against him. “Good. You’re really warm right now. Kind of nice…” “Marshall?” “Yeah?” “I love you,” Tom said in a soft voice. There was a pause. Tom tried not to freak out. “I’m falling in love with you too,” Marshall said after a moment, his voice creaky. Tom let out the breath he was holding. Marshall always had a problem expressing his emotions. That was a lot from Marshall. More than he thought he’d get. “That’s wonderful, Marshall,” Tom said. He smiled at him. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Marshall sighed in relief. “I’m – really happy to hear you say it.” Tom planted a light kiss on his lips. “Good.” They pressed up closer and fell quiet for a nap. Tom dozed off wondering if he could find Chris online, and tell him he was wrong. It would be very satisfying.
… so today, Tumblr decided to recommend me three blogs that all feature pictures of young boys who are clearly not even teenagers. All clothed for the most part, or in bathing suits. Seriously what the fuck.
Joseph got up to pee on Christmas morning, decided he felt awake enough, and went to go make spiced tea and bring Mike a present. When he got up stairs though, he saw Mike sleeping alone in bed with their dog and longed to join them again. He set the tea on the floor with the boxes, and crawled back into his rightful place in bed. Tea could be reheated. So could a bed.
Joseph wished he could tell his younger self that it wasn’t sad that adults didn’t get excited over Christmas like kids did. When you can buy your own toys, priority change. Besides, Joseph realized, he had everything he could ever want right there in bed with him – and he got it all year around. However, Joseph would probably not tell his younger self that having Christmas as a day off was the best time to have real good sex. Younger Joseph would figure that one out eventually.
I like to sleep holding my stuffie. Sir likes to sleep holding my bum.
“Good morning, baby.” “Morning, love.” “Are you actually awake?” “Mmn, sorta. I know your hands are awake,” Julian answered. Royce gave his butt a squeeze. “You know it baby. I had some hot dreams of you last night.” “Didya?” “Mmmnn, that you turned into a demon and begged me for sex.” Julian snorted. “Not sure if that’s a dream or a hallucination.” Royce squeezed again. “Maybe a fantasy…you had these rams horns, which was kinda hot. I was holding them as you were riding me.” Julian looked at Royce. “That is kind of sexy… be hard to sleep with those though.” Royce turned on his side. “Yeah, I guess. But man, I’m still really horny, baby. I didn’t get to cum in my dream. And being greeted with the beautiful sight of you naked in the sunlight makes me feel like I’ve been hard for hours…” Julian smirked at him from his view from the pillow. “You want my ass baby?” “Want it so bad Julian. Want it tight and hot around me, bouncing against my hips, my face buried in your neck. You smell so good in the morning baby.” “I do?” “You do. And it makes me want to stroke you all over and ravish and tease you and – holy shit!” Julian blinked. “What? What?” “Look!” Royce turned upwards and pointed at the ceiling. “Holy shit that’s a giant spider.” “It’s huge!” “What is it?” Julian asked. “I think some kind of orb weaver…” “Dude, fuck Florida and its spiders, seriously.” “…What do we do? AH it moved!” Royce spazzed. “I don’t know, it’s too high up for us to reach!” “Fuck man, I am getting cock blocked by an arachnid right now.” Julian laughed. “Well we could you know, go fuck in the kitchen or bathroom or something. And maybe it’ll come down later and we can evict it.” “Let’s go into the bathroom. Fuck you in the shower and wash you in it sound good?” “Fuck yeah it does. Love it when you wash my ass.” Julian paused. “You think the spider just wants to watch us fuck?” “Regardless of speculation, Julian, I can’t perform is a pervert spider is watching us.” Julian laughed. “God that’s a sentence I bet no one has ever said before.” “Ha. Maybe. Shiiit it’s moving again. Bathroom?” “Bathroom.” They threw off the covers and ran for it, half hard cocks bouncing. Royce looked up. “Shit hurry I think it’s following us!”
When he gets in that mood where he feels lonely and weak and just wants to run back to his ex who was an asshole, you have to take important measures to make he stays in place until the bad idea passes. In time he will learn that it’s actually normal to feel loved and be happy in a relationship; but you know now he is emotionally needy and there will be some lapses as you build his self-confidence and self-worth.
It started off as a cute little thing. Pup built a fort, and enjoyed hanging out there. Good place to chew on toys, watch a movie, take a nap. But then he starts getting territorial about it, and spending a lot of time in there. If Master Nick touched it, the pup would rub his head over the spot where he had. Master Nick got a bit concerned cause his pup didn’t even want to go outside much anymore, he just wanted to sit in there and guard it. The final straw was when Master Nick got growled at for coming too close to it and that was a mistake. The pup got hauled out, spanked, and put in the yard while Master Nick took the fort down. He was astonished to find a pile of toys and several pairs of his underwear and stray socks stashed in there, plus his set of extra keys, and a wrapper from a candy bar that had gone missing. Master Nick shook his head. “Bad puppy.”
As Nick put the cushion covers in the washing machine, he thought about what he could do to prevent this from happening again. He called his friend Jake. “Hey…do you know how to build a dog house?”
The pup was very unhappy to see his fort torn down, and howled in protest for most of the evening. Attempts to rebuild it were rebutted. The pup sulked all night….but he woke up the next morning to the sounds of hammering in the yard.
