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princewarmachine · 5 months
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I am so thankful to be a part of the Until Dawn Secret Santa this year!
This is my gift for @lionheart-giddings ! A picture of their OTP, Josh & Sam, enjoying a snowy and foresty morning (+a cup of tea for Sam). :) It was so fun to draw, especially since this ship has really grown on me over the years!
Happy holidays! @untildawn-secretsanta
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fairyrona · 1 year
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gaybirdgate hits again ( i can't decide which version is better so you get both <3)
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jaubaius · 1 year
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downfalldestiny · 8 months
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At the small waterpool in the forest 🧡 !.
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wingedjewels · 8 months
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Splish, Splash, I was taking a bath!!! by Debbie Meader Via Flickr: A female Lesser Goldfinch enjoying her early morning bath in our backyard!
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coffeebooksandmore · 2 months
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The garden grows and dies. The birds plant the seeds I leave them and i cry every time i remember how beautiful the world is.
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oriyamiryu · 1 year
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New triptych of intaglio prints - pterosaur adjacent skeleton and the usual states of aviary decay (text is blue bc I can’t see what I’m typing in white?? Whyyy)
The beetles crawling beneath the soil of my skin writhe with all the joy of a bag of gummy worms (I don’t actually liek candy, worms though, are amazing)
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birds-galore · 2 years
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bath time!
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1o1percentmilk · 7 months
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im so glad i have more time to read this quarter i feel like my brain cells are growing back
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witchstone · 2 years
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mountain wagtail my beloved <333
(motacilla clara)
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lordtonic · 2 years
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dagger day
think of dagger of fumbling through life and biting his head on door ways bc hes not paying attention and holding in a yelp but telling everyone he's okay
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toelessbastard · 23 days
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ag........so blessed..........birds bathing on my computer..............for free.......bird noises..............explo💥💥💥💥
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waterislife8 · 9 months
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bethestaryouareradio · 10 months
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Joys of July Gardening:
#Gardening is the art that uses flowers and plants as paint#and the soil and sky as canvas.#Elizabeth Murray#The verdant hills have turned golden as the peak of summertime splendor arrives in July. The sunsets are sensational while the wonders of n#Color In and Out of the Garden by Lorene Edwards Forkner#and I find myself swinging in my hammock under my magnificent magnolia perusing the brushstrokes and hues of the garden as I turn the pages#Finally#my months of intense weeding are complete. My hands and fingers are still numb from the repeated motions#yet I am reaping the glorious joy of natures painted floral magic. My garden is indeed the lens through which I see the world.#The tapestry of color helps me learn to see with eyes wide open what the landscape produces this month. The compact Cezanne clematis boasts#they are flourishing providing continual bouquets of beauty and fragrance. Pink and purple appear to be my summer theme as purple trumpet v#festive summer surprise!#Birds of Paradise#both the orange and blue varieties#are showstoppers in gardens. Their flowers do indeed resemble birds. They are easy to grow#easy to maintain#and a wonderful addition to a garden when you are seeking a more tropical feeling. Speaking of birds#hopefully#you have included birdhouses#bird baths#and bird feeders in your garden design. Birds are one of our best pest control options. As a bonus#they serenade us with song and provide entertainment as they flit from limb to limb. Install a porch swing#bench#or hammock (my go-to) and enjoy the performance.#As an experiment#I planted tomatoes#thyme#peppers#and shallots in a large container outside my kitchen window so that I could grab and go. The plants are happy and thriving. I’ve already ha#and thyme
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ashstfu · 8 months
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i am so in love w life right now. i wake up super early & i do pilates. i love to hear the chirping of birds in my quiet house on a sunday morning and i play jazz records and silently make myself coffee and enjoy it with a poem. i am developing a habit of eating fruit everyday and i take long walks in the evening and i love watching people do their thing. i visit the beach atleast three times a week, i love the sea and feeling the gentle breeze of the wind on my face. spending my time at beautiful coffee shops and bookstores. i study on my living room floor and actually love that. i read every night before i go to sleep & listen to music while watching the hills illuminated by lights. my friends come over every friday and we cook dinner together and have a little dinner party, i drink wine in the bath, i buy myself flowers and take myself out for dinners. i actually feel good & fulfilled w my life <3
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bunny584 · 4 months
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OBSESSED: GETO
A/N: Suguru is a patient, kind, wonderful, completely out-of-his-mind-insane man. I just had to capture it on paper. (The Yuuta installment is up next, this one was just crawling out of me lol)
C/W: Voyeurism (the real Shibuya incident 🤭) Mature, 18+
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Suguru should stop.
He really should fucking stop.
You two are friends. Innocent. Platonic. The very best of friends.
And yet, here he is. Watching a live feed of you walking through your apartment door.
Keys to the left.
Heels kicked off to the right. You’ll come back to those later.
He drapes the bath towel around his neck. Catching the last few almond water droplets from his thick, near waist length hair. He’ll be at your place later; he wouldn’t forgive himself if he was the reason you caught a cold.
And capital punishment for anyone who rouses a single strand of hair on your head.
6:38 PM. A little late today. But it’s a Wednesday and there’s a farmers market in the town square. You always stop for chocolate croissants too late on Wednesdays. The vendor leaves before you’re out of work.
There are four of them on low heat in his oven right now.
Because Suguru now knows the vendor on a first name basis. He’s paid him well over asking price to have 4 chocolate croissants (made 2 batches later than what he sells during the day) be delivered to his place every Wednesday.
Because you’re his friend.
His best friend. And he can’t stand the thought of you going a second without anything you want in this lifetime.
Oh fucking hell.
Your (his) favorite blazer is off. As is the demure mint silk button up that it was covering. Both now wistfully draped over the corner of the kitchen island. He finds the way you throw your things around haphazardly so adorable.
But that doesn’t matter right now.
Like clockwork, Suguru’s left hand drags down his sweatpants, just enough to let his overgrown, painfully hard cock free. It bounces well past his belly button, like a fresh wire spring.
And with cinematic timing, you lean over your kitchen island. In nothing but your lacy bra and snug little pencil shirt. Mindlessly catching up on your social media.
The way your plush, pouty rose lips hang slightly open. And your fucking perfect tits spill over the top of your slightly undersized bra. The lazy S curve from your petite shoulders…tapered down to your waist…back out to the swell of your hips.
“Fuck,” a king cobra hiss escapes his lips.
You’re dizzying. Utterly fucking intoxicating.
Suguru’s chest rises and falls. The pace of his hand around his cock crescendos. Almost angrily.
How could you do this to him?
You’re his best friend for fucks sake.
Precum slicks from his thick, blunt tip. Squelching around his knuckles.
Your back arches into a mini crescent moon. And Suguru might as well have swallowed a blow torch.
“Nnnhhgh fuck, g-god…so…” Sharp drags of air mix with his poorly choked down moans.
His hand grips harder. Hips now rutting up off his desk chair. Hungry. Needy. Imprecise pumps into the slick ring of his fingers. Chasing another high he so desperately wishes you could personally give.
Because the way he feels right now?
The sheer malevolence in his mind. The depravity. You trust him completely and he can’t trust himself with you at all.
Beautiful, enchanting girl.
You reduce him to a perverted, bird brained slave to his desires.
You make him want to violate you. To fuck a cock-shaped hole through the back of your skirt to your cervix.
He wants to pick you up and bounce you along all 10 inches of his length and watch himself bludgeon through to your stomach.
He wants to pin you down and use your pretty little throat as his personal cocksleeve. And watch you garble and cry and drool around his invading length while you struggle for air. And listen to the melodic sounds of you gasping and muffled around his dick when he makes you apologize.
Apologize for being so goddamn irresistible. For bringing this depraved shell of a human being out of him.
Electricity runs the length of his manhood. His breaths are jagged, tendrils of wavey hair matted to his forehead.
The sound of your ringtone slices through the static in his brain. Tethering him back out of his criminal spiral.
“H-hey, pretty.” Suguru forces his baritone to level out. Hand still stroking his length.
Your wispy, girly giggle almost finishes him instantly.
“You’ve gotta stop with the pet names, Suguru! The trail of women in your wake hate me enough as it is.”
“Ha-I c-couldn’t care less.” Talking is harder than breathing for him.
You lean up from the counter and start twirling your hair in a way that makes him want to carve out another galaxy for you. Just for you. Anything for you.
“Movie night? I’ve been wanting to—“
“Yes.” Suguru is almost embarrassed at how quickly he cut you off. Like a fucking dog.
You laugh again and stroll to your refrigerator. He knows you’re lamenting the missed croissants. And he knows you know there’s a 99.99% chance he’s already gotten them for you. Because he is silly putty for you. He crumbles to stardust in your hands.
Because he’s your best friend.
“I got them.” Suguru rasps out. Hands moving so fast up his shaft, precum surging out his tip. He’s so close. So fucking—
“God I love you.”
And he snaps. Hot, thick ropes of his cum splay everywhere. Suguru draws metallic from his bottom lip, clenching down so hard not to give himself away.
You said it so innocently. So platonically. And it shifted his entire world on its axis.
His best fucking friend.
“Love you too, I’ll be there at 8.”
PART. II
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