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An elegantly modern dining room
#toya's tales#style#toyastales#toyas tales#home decor#interior design#april#spring#brown chairs#oval table#dining room#mid century dining table#fine dining#dining#diningtable#dining chairs#modern#modern home#modern dining room#modern dining furniture#modern dining table#modern dining chair
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Spread Your Colors.
#colors#mandala#original painting#acrylic paint#colorful art#buddhism#blue sofa#spanish interior#tiles#wooden table#brown chairs#white room#guste.design
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Phoenix Deck Backyard
Huge elegant backyard deck photo
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Phoenix Deck Backyard
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bruce does some regifting
#batman#superman#superbat#stephanie brown#bruce wayne#clark kent#art tag#stephanie: u have issues 😊#bruce wayne's gamer chair
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Old Theater Chairs
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adventuringbeth on ig
#stim#nature#books#cottagecore#sfw#green#brown#white#beige#plants#flowers#chairs#hands free#ishy gifs#postish
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The things I would do or say to be able to watch Spider-man: Across The Spider-verse for the first time again…………
#my life changed when I sat on that movie theater chair…..#across the spiderverse#changed the trajectory of my life#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#atsv#itsv#btsv#spiderman btsv#spider man atsv#spider man: across the spider verse#hobie brown#miles morales#spider gwen#spider noir#pavitr prabhakar#jessica drew
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closer | hobie brown
A/N: Idk what this is tbh. It's like a mix between a series of hcs and a lil bit of smut. There's like 3 lines of dialogue in the whole fic opps.
Warning: smut towards the end so 18+, afab reader, this is kinda cheesy, pls read the tags for more info
WC: 1k+
At first, you didn't know what to make of Hobie Brown. He was a tall, formidable presence, so steadfast in his beliefs in a way that wasn't really shared among many of his peers.
Cliche as it is, you'd never met anyone quite like him, despite the many variants of Spidermen that existed across the multiverse that you had come across.
Like the rest, he fought valiantly against the evil within his own Earth, battling fascists and collapsing oppressive corridors of power with his 'Spiderband.' But he did it in his own unique way, true to his punk lifestyle. You remember how hard you'd laughed when he told you about the time he had once rushed a stage at a fashion show in protest.
He never faltered in abiding by what he felt was right. You saw the way he supported those who desperately needed it, even when it diverged from the majority. That Hobie had stood by Miles even when the entire multiverse was against him.
And with that, you couldn't help but to admire Hobie, wanted to be more like him. Be a little more unapologetic and devoted in ways you had not learned of yet.
When Miles got his powers, you resigned yourself to a mere supportive role in the background. But you had always wanted to do so much more. To be more helpful than a quick phone call to the authorities as the computer nerd in the chair. A part of you wanted to prove to yourself that you didn't need superpowers to be a driving, albeit small, force of change. So, you set out to do just that.
Beyond supporting Miles's operations as Spiderman, you found grassroots organizations to involve yourself with. You volunteered at schools as a mentor, supported mutual aid funds in any way you could, and advocated against the local forces that threatened to destroy all of the progress Miles had made as Spiderman.
And maybe you inspired Hobie, too, in your own smaller efforts. Perhaps it was not as great or impactful as the collective heroic actions of the Spider-people, but it was enough to create a small ripple of change within your own community.
There was one time when Hobie had smiled, so proud and excited when you'd told him how you'd teamed up with Miles to raise enough funds to save the local struggling performing arts center.
You could still recall how giddy you felt when his arms pulled you to his chest and held you there, maybe for a beat too long, while his pierced mouth rained you in praise.
As you grew closer to him, talking to him about anything and everything became so easy. Relaxed banter flowed in your conversations with the complement of his dry humor to your sarcastic remarks. You'd become so consumed in each other during your talks that hours would pass by without notice.
Among the lingering touches and steady chatter, the frequent looks of longing that you and Hobie gave to each other were enough to clue the others in on the tangible tension between you. They were gleeful in their sly matchmaking attempts, especially Pavitr, who didn't even try to hide his play at Cupid.
Nonetheless, it wasn't long before you and Hobie fell into a relationship. A relationship that existed beyond labels and social titles. You both just went together. And it was as simple as that. As natural as breathing.
That is not to say it wasn't hard sometimes.
Problems arose from the cosmic distance between you two. Conflicts born out of Hobie's obligations as Spiderman and yours to Miles. And yet it wasn't anything you both couldn't work out. It took a lot of self-humbling and vulnerable communication you hadn't thought yourself capable of, but it was all worth it in the end.
So even though you and Hobie lived on two entirely different Earths, in different planes of reality, you still managed to find a way to be together.
You'd go to his universe and support him when he played packed shows in some underground pub, decked out in a patch-filled leather jacket and spikey accessories you had made with him. You’d drank with his mates and proudly screamed the lyrics of every song until your throat felt raw.
Some days, he'd stop by your apartment, and you'd introduce him to everything that had yet to be made in his own universe, particularly the music.
You watched as he combed through your vinyl collection and picked a new album to listen to, how his wicks moved around when he bobbed his head along to the melodic shouts of Mommy Long Legs, the versatile flows of Bad Brains or even the soothing tones of Sweetback.
And there were days like this when conversations lulled, and desire took over. Days when the history between the two of you felt as ancient as the cosmos, vast and full of eons of memory. Like you'd known Hobie longer than you really had. Every touch was well-practiced and well-placed, brewing ecstasy wherever they landed, as though you both had done this same dance a million times before.
Clothes litter the small space of your living room floor. He lays with you astride his hips and his back to the old cushions of your secondhand couch, which creaks noisily underneath your heavy movements. Kisses are stolen in between pants. Your breaths are shared in the small space that exists before your bodies.
Hobie's hands slide up and down the curves of your body, brushing your thin braids from your face, groping at your chest, guiding your hips to keep a steady pace with him. Your combined moans and the wet sounds from your repeated joining create a heady atmosphere that clouds the expanse of your mind.
You sit up and throw your head back when the pleasure becomes too much. Your braids follow the harsh motion like a whip, but you don't register any pain when they slap against your back, too focused on feeding your ravenous need for release.
Your hands press against his abdomen for leverage, your thighs aching when you bounce on him even faster. As his hard cock continues to bully your insides, your walls start to clench tighter around him, a sign that you're close to crossing the line that separates you from complete delirium.
"You feel so good." His voice strangled in his throat, his hips humping upwards toward yours. "Look at how well you're takin' all of me, love. You're soakin' it."
You look down to see the heat in his gaze as he watches the two of you join again and again. The sticky mess of your fluids wet his dick, spreading further and further across his lower half with each smack of your thighs. It makes you grind down harder, your blood pulse even faster, and your breathing grow heavier as your body reaches a plateau.
But what really pushes you over the edge is when his thumb finds your engorged clit, rubbing a series of smooth circles against the tacky skin. It's exactly enough stimulation to help you fall right into the throes of euphoria.
"S-shit, Hobie!"
Your limbs tense and shake as you groan, a mixture of his name and incoherent praises and begs falling from tender lips. You barely notice Hobie finding his release beneath you, his grunts joining your symphony of noises as his hips stutter to a stop, a warmth blossoming from where he's hilted inside of you.
You take a moment to catch your breath and steady the harsh palpitations of your heart. When Hobie gently pulls out of you, you can feel the slow drip of his cum further wet the damp skin of your thighs and his pelvis.
Like always, he's a master of aftercare, cleaning you both up and then helping you dress in fresh clothes. He carries you to your bed despite you insisting you can walk.
And when he lies down beside you and pulls you to lay on his bare chest, you're content as you think of how deeply he's become a part of your life, a part of you.
"I really love you, y'know." You whisper to him, slowly drifting off to sleep.
He presses smiling lips to your forehead in a kiss and somehow pulls you even closer. "I really love you, too."
#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown smut#reader is slightly black coded so#hobie brown x black!reader#& theyre Miles's pal in the chair#kinda irrelavant but listened to corinne bailey rae while writing this hence the title#and hobie would def love her too idc idc idc#emlikes2write
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Country Chairs - James Brown
British , b. ?
print 29.7 x 42 cm.
#James Brown#american artist#chairs#shaker rocker#double bow windsor#Morris & co Sussex chair#orkney chair#rush seats
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Hc that Bruce got all the Robins papasan chairs (bc they look like nests) after being Robin fora bit
Dick lost his privileges to keep it in his room because he can’t sit still. On multiple occasions he’s toppled over in it and gotten trapped.
Jason really liked to curl up and read while sitting in it, and while he had a concussion, he just decided to make one for himself in his room. Bruce and Alfred were really impressed and bought a cushion for it. (Jason has debated multiple times if he should steal it back or just leave it in his museum of a room)
Tim has one, but you would never know because it’s covered in clothes.
Stephanie doesn’t have one because she was only Robin for a little bit.
Damian did have his in his room, but after he got Titus, Bruce made him move the chair downstairs because he didn’t want Damian getting hurt if Titus decided he wanted cuddles. (Damian does bring the chair back into his room when he gets bigger)
Duke once asked Jason if he could go into his room at the manor, and Jason was like ‘Dude, idgaf. You can even take most of the stuff in there’. So He stole Jason’s Papasan chair, but he uses the cushion from Dicks chair because it’s fluffier. (Bruce and Alfred noticed, but they weren’t gonna say anything about it)
This is what they look like btw
#jason todd#tim drake#dick grayson#batfam#damian wayne#duke thomas#stephanie brown#dc comics#batman#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#papasan chairs#they kinda look like a nest
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their first sorta interaction (that we saw)
#will solace#nico di angelo#clovis pjo#heroes of olympus#solangelo#my art#changed my clovis design bc the other one didn’t feel like him to me#(rest assured his eyes are still brown they just turn blue in dreams bc fluid forms or smth)#also his head counselor chair is a rocking chair bc i love rocking chairs#their chairs both having floral patterns makes drew upset btw that is the one sided beef between them#pjo
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