Love Ur Username As A Person Who’s Been On Zoloft Withdrawal Twice

i will redecorate this blog

thank you guys so much for being nice to me even though i am very inactive ;w; it means a lot, i will do whatever i can to be better to you

man, i hate mondays

Nikto checking their home security camera, in the living room. His wife is doing yoga. But only in her pullover sweater and underwear. Make it it even worse.

He’s got the BIGGEST hard-on! While on the cargo plane

Ahaha!! I can picture this too tho

He's literally staring at you as you do your yoga so calmly. Fuck, you're in a downward dog? And he gets to see your full ass from the camera's view? The way your underwear just get a little stuck makes him fucking hard, it makes your ass look big as hell.

And he's just there, watching his phone while everyone else prepped to jump from the plane. Nikto couldn't care less, getting to see your pretty bum all in the air, exposed legs moving slowly to adjust positions. Fuck, his pants were so tight on his groin 😩

Then he has to go through the whole mission with a boner, thinking of nothing but you as he risks his life for his job. Ah, but at least the money is going into getting you a new yoga membership :)

@fishsinsareacknowledged @zoloftwithdrawalnausea @frogcereal29 @puracatt @latinoid @xoxunhinged @simping4konig

I always see the dog choking info on here, so here’s what to do if a kitty is choking

Save your kitties, we all know they eat everything anyway. 

http://www.wikihow.com/Save-a-Choking-Cat

http://www.wikihow.com/Perform-CPR-on-a-Cat

1 month difference, references are my saviors (T__T)

I relied on romantic maladaptive daydreaming for survival as a child, and have been love sick ever since

nikto's head is rounder than i thought it was

it came to me in a dream

Nikto can feel that something inside you is hurt. As a man torn by the devastation of violence, he can sense it. Seeks out the wound like a bloodhound, your precious self sinking in on itself like a retreating tide. Making yourself smaller and smaller, till your presence is no bigger than a little mouse.

It crushes him.

The thought of someone being anything other than gentle with you boils his blood. He gets angsty and tense, feels the need to gather you up into his arms as if to shield you from shrapnel. He's felt pain and humiliation, and to think someone as soft and sweet as you suffering anything resembling that kind of treatment? It frustrates him.

Nikto will be gentle with you. They will be gentle with you. Your precious heart, made of cherry jam and sugar- so sweet, he'll lick the remains off his scarred thick fingers. Scarred lips tracing over your closed eyelids, rough fingertips seeping into your sides.

He catches you gazing solemnly at yourself in the bathroom mirror- standing in your underwear, getting ready to hop into the shower. Your dear face fallen and solemn, your eyes empty and tearful. As if you were somewhere miles away- somewhere he couldn't reach. The thought upset him.

"our love". He grunts into your neck with a soft appraise. A soft kiss- bite- lick. Fingertips graze your waist, and he seizes you there- as if catching you from falling, catching you from recoiling away, catching you before you run. A soft muttered comehere is uttered against your temple as he coaxes you to step upon his booted feet, lifting you a little as you timidly coil into him like a shelter. You're so close now- his chin nudging attentively against your forehead.

Fingertips drag softly up your body, up and up, to cradle over your heart. You fluster, skin prickling with warmth, but sink into him like quicksand.

"you are precious. You know this, yes?".

You blink. Lashes filled with tears, and a soft indistinguishable noise bordering on a whimper leaves your throat. At that he holds you tight, swallowing you up in his arms as if to hold you together.

You're not even sure what your breaking point was. A bad day, the thoughts and memories piling up, quickly drowning you like quicksand. Sinking lower and lower till you feel swallowed in isolation. You loathed how words could stick to you like that- how they tore you apart, making you feel too delicate for this world. Too delicate to live.

Nikto cradles your hands like eggshells, thick arms and shoulders swallowing you up like a shelter. His body heat and scent smothering you like a weighted blanket.

He's not delicate, little one. Let him be what catches you when you fall, the one who soaks up your tears with the hem of his sleeves. Let him know you're not alone in this world. You have him. All of him.