makeitlxter:

                                            but i’m only human

                                                   and i bleed when i fall down

                                             i’m only human

                                                   and i crash and i breakdown

swanshope:

 (✿ ♥‿♥)

tsumikiitty:

SOFT WAGGLERS

(Source: weeaboo-chan)

redbritishsniper sent: Nice ass behind his shoulder

*turns around trying to see…but can’t see. Oh how bad can it be anyways?*

*walks around shirtless, unsuspecting*

Anonymous sent: (( Laurence )) *picks up a marker and writes "Foxy" on his hip*

*looks down when he’s finished…hides bashful in some pillows*

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

(Source: roy-mustang-flamealchemist)

Anonymous sent: ((Jealous, drunk Marcus)) [MSG]: I s he biger thn me?

youcallthatsnipin:

redandblackspy:

youcallthatsnipin:

[text] What?

[text] Marcus, what in the world are you talking about?

Marcus’s head was swimming as he was lifted up, his stomach gurling. He wasted no time leaning against his bun, nuzzling into his neck after sloppily trying to kiss him. In the back of his mind, he knew he probably reeked, but right now he just needed Laurie. “‘Missed you…i hate leavin you, you know that right?” He slurred, sounding like he was close to tears, “I just wan’ you to be safe…i love you…never forgive myself if somethin happened to you.”

If the other needed to empty his stomach, then Laurie wasn’t going to stop him. Just hopefully, it would be in his lap. It would probably be better for the other. Or maybe he should try and find something small for the Spy to eat. He lifted a hand to stroke the Brutal’s hair, running his fingers through it softly as he let out a breath, kissing the side of his head gently. He didn’t mind that he smelt of alcohol. It was given when he’s be drinking. The tone of the Spy’s voice caught him a little off guard, just keeping close to him as he listened to him speak. “Shhh… I know, I know. I love you too, more then you know.”

His stomach gurgled uncomfortably. He definitely felt like he was going to be sick, but he swallowed it down, not wanting too look like a drunk fool in front of the man he loved. The head rubbing was definitely helping and he focused on that rather than his sore stomach. “‘M sorry I’m like this…” He murmured, wrapping his arms around his middle, as if that could help his aching belly. “I-I don’t f-feel well…need a bucket…”

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Anonymous sent: ((Jealous, drunk Marcus)) [MSG]: I s he biger thn me?

youcallthatsnipin:

redandblackspy:

youcallthatsnipin:

[text] What?

[text] Marcus, what in the world are you talking about?

The brutal giggled, actually giggled, seeing the last text. He loved him! Marcus couldn’t resist looking through conversation again, but then he realized something…Laurie never answered his question about Sin. What if Sin…is the better lover? Marcus groaned, rolling onto his back as another wave of nausea hit. Where was his cuddly bun?

"Oh hiiiiii~" There he is. "Laurieee you never answered if Sin was better than meeee." He pouted at the sniper, gently grabbing his leg…he wanted to cuddle now.

He had to steady himself as Marcus grabbed his leg, not wanting to land on the Brutal when he was in this state. Last thing he wanted was to upset the already sick feeling even more by landing on him. He glanced down at the Spy at his pout, moving to lift him up slowly so he was sitting. He sat beside him, arm around his waist so he wouldn’t fall back, placing a small kiss on Marcus’ cheek.

"No. No, he is not. He could never live up to you and how you make me feel."

Marcus’s head was swimming as he was lifted up, his stomach gurling. He wasted no time leaning against his bun, nuzzling into his neck after sloppily trying to kiss him. In the back of his mind, he knew he probably reeked, but right now he just needed Laurie. “‘Missed you…i hate leavin you, you know that right?” He slurred, sounding like he was close to tears, “I just wan’ you to be safe…i love you…never forgive myself if somethin happened to you.”

redbritishsniper sent: You're back

"N-Natasha…" He murmured, seeing her…she looked different. Well, he thought she did until it all came back to him. It was a dream. All of it a dream. He let out a shaky breath, trying to sit upright. "I…I had a nightmare…that Joey died and i went completely insane. I tortured people for fun, including Jasmine…especially her. Oh my god…." He ran his fingers through his hair, being careful of the bandages. "What…what happened to me?"