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princesspastarave · 1 month
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rubbish78 · 1 year
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thanks Frank—
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underscoregeoffery · 7 months
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Messages📲 ⇢ Awsten
[ from here -- link ] Geoff: I'm as ready as I can be for Austraila. Also, I'm here for you as a father going without his little as well. || @itsawsten
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theregoesgeoff · 1 year
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Messages📲 ⇢ Awsten
Geoff: Ready for tour soon?
Geoff: Also -- I have a question for you, buddy.
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rask · 2 years
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pit @ edm – oct 24, 2022
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bread2000yeat · 2 years
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This doesn’t make sense but I made it so stfu
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mylols16 · 1 year
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guys i think waterparks made me a little bit of a slut
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filthyjanuary · 2 years
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can’t decipher half of what he’s saying in that funeral grey snippet but I think I like it??? it’s more telephone than fru at least
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denxxxphelia · 9 months
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i am not going to give context for this tweet im crossposting here. *puts this in my wishlist tag*
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faultfatale · 1 year
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zara tags
*˖ ⊹  zara sattari    ⋅   in character    ╲  at least it’s all about you! *˖ ⊹  zara sattari    ⋅   image    ╲  i wanna see your animal side. *˖ ⊹  zara sattari    ⋅   about    ╲  all the secrets that you keep might get spoken while you sleep. *˖ ⊹  zara sattari    ⋅   musings    ╲  good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught. *˖ ⊹  zara sattari    ⋅   aesthetic    ╲  come along because i love your face & i’ll admire your expensive taste. *˖ ⊹  zara sattari    ⋅   desires    ╲  i know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit!
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catboy-joyfriend · 2 years
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today's gender is funeral grey by waterparks cuz uhhhhh
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underscoregeoffery · 5 months
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Geoff: ( from here ) I knew he was going to do it, but only Jawn was involved in getting the ring. Geoff: Glad the day went well for you both and clearly was quite a busy one with your birthday, anniversary, Thanksgiving and the new engagement. Wow! Geoff: Mine was good, spent it with Zoey and her family and things went great! In time next might be they getting familiar with Rory. || @milcycyrus
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theregoesgeoff · 1 year
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Text📲 ⇢ Mr. Wood
Geoff: Hey, dude! We haven't spoken in a while. How are you?
Geoff: Did Awsten tell you the news? How are you taking it all?
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philsaysfuck · 2 years
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new dan content and a waterparks song in the same day. big day for annoying ppl (me)
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bestfluteninja · 2 years
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if there’s any overlap between ofmd fans and waterparks fans i need someone to make an izzy/ed edit to funeral gray when it comes out
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wynnyfryd · 4 months
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Trailer park Steve AU part 42
part 1 | part 41 | ao3
cw: irreverent religious imagery, general fucknastiness, minors look away (informal D/s dynamics, fingering, cum play, take me to church)
“Ohhhhh, fuck, oh fuck oh fuckohfuckoh—”
Eddie yanks his hips up higher. He’s got him hoisted up in bridge pose: weight up on his shoulders, cock aimed at his own mouth and threatening to blow, legs squeezing Eddie’s hips as Eddie pulls him apart. One hand spears three slick fingers inside him while the other delivers pleasure and penance, stroking him off so sweetly one second then striking tender flesh the next, and hysterically Steve thinks of the girl he lost his virginity to; how she kept making all these breathy, whiny cries in the back seat of his car — so big so full oh fuck Steve oh my god. Steve had always assumed she was embellishing a bit for his benefit, y’know? Like
Reality: Ribbed for His Pleasure.
But now Eddie crooks his fingers up while his free hand slaps down mean and sharp on the top of Steve’s thigh, and Steve fucking shouts. Apologizes to Mallory in his mind and lets out a hideous noise, all pitchy and strangled, his throat full of spit, his eyes filled with tears.
Eddie digs his nails into the skin he just slapped. “You wanted this,” he reminds him with a gorgeous, rasping grunt. Feral, filthy noises that shouldn't sound so beautiful but echo through Steve's mind like a pipe organ in a stone chapel.
Eddie twists his buried fingers; makes Steve's whole body clench. “Said you could take it, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Steve pants, head rocking against the floor with the force of Eddie’s thrusts. Fucking him without fucking him; hips working in tandem with his fingers, pretty pink dick smearing precum on Steve’s thigh.
“Say it,” Eddie commands.
“I can take it.”
“Yeah, you can.” He drapes himself over Steve, bucking against him still, fingers moving faster, breaths speeding up. "My pretty baby," he coos with his mouth hovering inches away. "Can take anything I give you."
Steve licks his lips and wishes, grotesquely, that he had numbers on his wrist. Wants to bend the universe's will so he can stay in this moment forever.
He settles for chasing Eddie's lips with a wet kiss, straining his neck to wriggle his tongue past smiling teeth. "I can take it," he confesses against the slick drag of Eddie's mouth. Repeats the mantra, call and response like he's in church.
Eddie's hand recites the homily, jerking faster, willing release, and he pulls back to aim Steve's aching dick toward his mouth; gives him a serious look. One last chance to bow out.
"Even this?" he asks, readying Steve to pour communion down his own throat.
Steve sticks out his tongue. Looks up at Eddie with wide, reverent eyes — this Hellfire boy with demons inked into his chest — and he thinks this is the closest he's ever felt to God. Something about this feels sacred. Ritualistic renewal; rebirth and covenant.
He nods feverishly.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie groans, and he crooks his fingers in again and squeezes his other hand harder at the base of Steve’s cock. He’s leaking all over him, twitching and flexing as he thrusts; getting Steve all messy and wet between his legs. Steve wants to be fucked so badly he might cry; wants to feel it for real, the head of Eddie’s cock popping past the ring of quivering muscle.
He’s about to ask for it, beg for it — balls drawn tight against his body, tears streaming from his eyes — but then Eddie chants “Open wider, Stevie; you can do it, baby, come on” and Steve baptizes himself, spilling hot over chest and chin, reborn under the guidance of Eddie’s holy, healing hands.
part 43
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