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Luke checked his makeup over once more, they didn’t have long enough hair to nail the look but he hoped the bow and the wig would work enough for tonight. He fixed the straps of the dress, smoothing it down a bit and turning to look themselves over once more. He checked his hands once more, making sure there was no blood on them, they didn’t want to look messy.

He tucked one more piece of hair behind their ear and then left the bedroom, Petunia following closely behind him. They walked downstairs and saw Ashton, fixing his apron as Penny ran around his legs.

or how not to do a couples costume

(on ao3)

Ash on IG Story

but when is Mika gonna tell us to relax, take it easy

i have the urge to throw up every time i read any word i’ve ever written

eddie munson my beloved

12 points for greece?? have we heard the same song??

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESS BELOVED @daydadahlias ILY…. he wishes you an excellent day and so do i 🥰💖

yeah

you’re the only one who makes me

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.1k

Tags: Threesome, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/Sub, Hair Pulling, Degradation, Risk Aware Consensual Kink

Summary: “It is!” Michael cries, crossing his arms over his chest. Ashton’s arm tighten around his waist, pulling him closer to his chest. “The last time I got, like, properly roughed up was before I finished puberty. Which sucks. Nobody wants to rough me up anymore and it sucks!”

Maybe, he’s whining a little bit, and maybe he’d be a bit more embarrassed about it if he wasn’t so genuinely frustrated. But sometimes he just needs to be thrown around or hit a little bit to get the release that leaves him completely sated, stress-free, and he hasn’t gotten that in so long. And now, when he’s trying to share his feelings like Ashton’s always telling him to, he’s being laughed at. 

After a few seconds of the tv filling the space where his best friends should be consoling him, Calum finally laughs, “You’re so stupid sometimes.” 

happy birthday @le-suspect ily 

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this nostalgia in my bones — why can’t i forget it?