So I’m really bad at keeping secrets. I made a new account so I could follow someone who blocked this account but since (like with this one) I’ve become very involved with it I’ll just continue using that one. I’ll still check this blog for asks and stuff and I’m tracking ‘hallowedcaboose’ on both blogs. Another reason I’ll continue using the new blog is that I like to think I’m not as bad as I was when I created this one (also to follow a girl I liked, and alienated with my clinginess). 

Anyway, my new blog is DistortedOutsider

EDIT: No I’m not still stalking her, as I mentioned earlier I am very bad with secrets (mine anyway, I’m much better with other people’s) and she found out.

I don’t even care any more. I found a new girl that will listen to my rants until I cross a line and alienate her :)

SECONDARY EDIT: When I said “(also to follow a girl I liked, and alienated with my clinginess).” I meant that was why I originally made this one. I am not stalking anyone anymore because it takes too much effort.

I know you’ll ignore this. It is me signing off before I return to my pre-tumblr ways.

I tagged anyone who I think might attempt to talk to me. Tell me if you want the tag removed. I know at least one I’ll get hate for and remove within seconds of posting.


One last rant before I leave. The person I intend to see this will likely not have read up to this point so I can vent without having to worry about making her feel worse.

This is to warn off anyone who may want to be my friend.
Even if nobody reads this I just really need to say it.

tl;dr, Don’t talk to me or I’ll freak you out and make you hate me.

Trigger warning: Emotional leakage, self pity, being too honest, and other things that will make you avoid me.

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I’m really sorry for the scare.I was sleep deprived and deranged. I will be leaving until I get my shit together.

EDIT: Hahahahaha no I’m not. Nobody cared. I was honest about my thoughts of suicide and nobody gave a shit. I can’t believe that I actually posted this thinking that people were concerned. Not doing that again.

akitsunsfw: coolkid-stridenasty: akitsu-47: Land of Mounds and Boners.NSFW version here. Okay so A.) I am not supposed to be on my computer and B.) I wrote this around midnight and I probably shouldn’t post this, but once the idea formed I really couldn’t stop myself.So I’ll post this quick. Sorry for how long it is! —— Your breathing is off, heavier than the guns that flash golden in the light as you swivel them around. There are surprisingly few scrapes on your person considering how many skeletal foes you had been fighting off this time. They seemed to thicken when you reached the crimson stone monuments that stand out so starkly against the otherwise green landscape. Of course, the lack of injuries probably because of the blond standing near you, who is slowly sliding up from his defensive stance as you glance back at him. It’s quite obvious with the way Dirk slashes enemies down who get just a tad too close to you, or catch you by surprise(which is much more often than you’d like to admit), that he cares deeply for your welfare. But both of you know it runs deeper than that.There’s a minor tilt of the Strider’s head as he looks at you, an action you can tell even through the dark cloak of those triangular shades. He’s breathing hard too, harder than you even. You can see a thin sheen of sweat plastered to the pale, exposed arms, muscles easily visible as your companion slides smoothly to drop his blade and finally discard his shades. The slow actions fascinate you, a heated thrill running down your spine that’s different from the flame of battle. Neither of you move for a long moment, locked in a silent exchange of unspoken words and hidden meanings that flicker from amber to emerald and back.You both move at the same time, but his steps are faster than yours. There’s a dull thud as your weapons hit the soft grass and you turn to face your partner fully—and he’s already there to sweep you up, arms hooking under your legs and lips capturing yours to silence the surprised gasp. Your eyes fall closed instantaneously, content to relish the sensations. He doesn’t stop his stride as your legs tighten slightly around him, hands sliding up his toned chest to feel the chiseled features so well defined by his wifebeater. A soft groan escapes you as he pushes you up against one of the red monoliths, swallowing up your quiet noises of pleasure as your tongues meet and slide in smooth unison. His gloved hands are gripping ever-so-slightly at your ass, and you can’t help but whine as you cup his face with both hands to angle his head upwards to kiss him deeper. Dirk is always so much less vocal than you, but by now you know that this doesn’t mean he enjoys it any less. He just shows it in the way his breath hitches and stutters, or the quietest of gasps and moans, or how his hips roll forward just a bit just like the way they are right now, pressing himself along the bottom of your shorts in an almost-gentle way that makes your skin tingle with electricity and fire shoot down to your gut as you return the action, rutting up against his abdomen. He already knows how to push your buttons.A low hum rumbles from him, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s chuckling at your reaction. Playful annoyance and bright happiness overwhelm you for a moment; his laughter is perfect and makes your heart swell, even as you slide your lips back a bit to bite down on his own lower lip, tugging gently. It elicits a moan from the Strider, hot breath washing over you and fingers gripping you tighter. It’s a small victory for you, one that makes you grin despite the situation.The stone behind you digs into your back as he really ruts forward this time, listening to you gasp and murmur his name softly. The first word either of you have spoken since the battle, forgotten in the heat of passion. And you can’t really bring yourself to care about the dull nagging pain in your spine as your lips meet his again.Your name is Jake English, and you couldn’t be happier. I… lost my jaw there. O/////O this is amazing perfect awesome yes please and thank you this is totally happening has to happen and no one can convince me otherwise. Bless you, dude. Bless you. Hkjdsfhvjhfvlshvguvgu.
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akitsu-47:

Land of Mounds and Boners.
NSFW version here.

Okay so A.) I am not supposed to be on my computer and B.) I wrote this around midnight and I probably shouldn’t post this, but once the idea formed I really couldn’t stop myself.
So I’ll post this quick. Sorry for how long it is!

——

Your breathing is off, heavier than the guns that flash golden in the light as you swivel them around. There are surprisingly few scrapes on your person considering how many skeletal foes you had been fighting off this time. They seemed to thicken when you reached the crimson stone monuments that stand out so starkly against the otherwise green landscape. Of course, the lack of injuries probably because of the blond standing near you, who is slowly sliding up from his defensive stance as you glance back at him. 
It’s quite obvious with the way Dirk slashes enemies down who get just a tad too close to you, or catch you by surprise(which is much more often than you’d like to admit), that he cares deeply for your welfare. But both of you know it runs deeper than that.
There’s a minor tilt of the Strider’s head as he looks at you, an action you can tell even through the dark cloak of those triangular shades. He’s breathing hard too, harder than you even. You can see a thin sheen of sweat plastered to the pale, exposed arms, muscles easily visible as your companion slides smoothly to drop his blade and finally discard his shades. The slow actions fascinate you, a heated thrill running down your spine that’s different from the flame of battle. 
Neither of you move for a long moment, locked in a silent exchange of unspoken words and hidden meanings that flicker from amber to emerald and back.
You both move at the same time, but his steps are faster than yours. There’s a dull thud as your weapons hit the soft grass and you turn to face your partner fully—and he’s already there to sweep you up, arms hooking under your legs and lips capturing yours to silence the surprised gasp. Your eyes fall closed instantaneously, content to relish the sensations. He doesn’t stop his stride as your legs tighten slightly around him, hands sliding up his toned chest to feel the chiseled features so well defined by his wifebeater. A soft groan escapes you as he pushes you up against one of the red monoliths, swallowing up your quiet noises of pleasure as your tongues meet and slide in smooth unison. 
His gloved hands are gripping ever-so-slightly at your ass, and you can’t help but whine as you cup his face with both hands to angle his head upwards to kiss him deeper. Dirk is always so much less vocal than you, but by now you know that this doesn’t mean he enjoys it any less. He just shows it in the way his breath hitches and stutters, or the quietest of gasps and moans, or how his hips roll forward just a bit just like the way they are right now, pressing himself along the bottom of your shorts in an almost-gentle way that makes your skin tingle with electricity and fire shoot down to your gut as you return the action, rutting up against his abdomen. He already knows how to push your buttons.
A low hum rumbles from him, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s chuckling at your reaction. Playful annoyance and bright happiness overwhelm you for a moment; his laughter is perfect and makes your heart swell, even as you slide your lips back a bit to bite down on his own lower lip, tugging gently. It elicits a moan from the Strider, hot breath washing over you and fingers gripping you tighter. It’s a small victory for you, one that makes you grin despite the situation.
The stone behind you digs into your back as he really ruts forward this time, listening to you gasp and murmur his name softly. The first word either of you have spoken since the battle, forgotten in the heat of passion. And you can’t really bring yourself to care about the dull nagging pain in your spine as your lips meet his again.
Your name is Jake English, and you couldn’t be happier.

I… lost my jaw there. O/////O this is amazing perfect awesome yes please and thank you this is totally happening has to happen and no one can convince me otherwise. Bless you, dude. Bless you. Hkjdsfhvjhfvlshvguvgu.

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