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alien-bluez · 1 month
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dndads people is there tags for nicky/cassandra? or do i need to make it a tag because..... erm. illness got to me i've fallen down a hole of being a nickcass fan and nark fan and have it down bad so... sweats.
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uh-oh-kinky · 11 months
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“Because you’re so cute” is SUCH a good reason to tickle the absolute heck outta someone.  
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scaredofstyrofoam · 3 months
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ALL MY FAV CHARACTERS GET TRANSFORMERIFIED. BAM BAM💥💥 FRESH AND GREASER BABBYYYY✨
Fresh is one of those dumb Volkswagen buses. It's not the right era but istg it's the only car he would be and you know it. Greaser is a cool 60s motorcycle 😎 💅
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barbieaemond · 5 months
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Michael Gavey may be a nerd but not as much as me. The hideous gilet he is wearing is a traditional academic attire required at Oxford for formal occasions.
It's called sub fusc, from Latin.
https://www.oxford-royale.com/articles/4-oxford-clothing-traditions/
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kaisollisto · 19 days
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avatrice but they're both furniture tables.....
At first Ava just thinks it's just a really good day, the sun is shining at the right angle through the window that warms 3/4s of her. Her broad oak surface preens at the attention. She's always loved the way the window casts light. The slopes and curves hypnotize her.
There's something that calls to her, (the story, the mystery, the mistakes, the process,) that she loves. The arch, Ava pores over, there's a story brimming beneath the smooth glass. It vibrates at a frequency Ava can't get out of her mind. It sings to her and sometimes it drives her insane.
She wants to answer the call, to sing back but Ava is brown oak wood. She was made from the splinters of a great tree she can no longer taste.  The memory lingers like a tender bruise, the taste of something greater, something familiar, but now all she can taste is herself.
She tastes like a forest fire, smokey and raw. It sits inside of her lungs smoldering, burning her up. And Ava has never known how to stop heaving.
Ava's favorite game is finding love in plain sight. She can't calm the forest fire but it's easy to pretend she isn't on fire when passion curls inside her.
She looks for lingering touches, worn away divots, the absence of dust. There's always more to it, a reason, a why, an answer that Ava seeks. (One that she doesn't want to know but seeks.)
It's been years but Ava can still feel her. She stands on 4 legs just like her but there is purpose in the way she holds space. She holds it like a museum (whereas Ava fills her lungs with as much air as she can hold).
The question itches at Ava, it paws at her chest and she's always loved to scratch. She can't find it at first, the love, the absence, the dust, the divot, it's hard. For once in her life Ava just sees a table.
And it eats at Ava, she permeates Ava’s brain like a fine layer of dust. No matter how much Ava wipes off, the dust still settles. Ava can't escape her, they've never held a conversation (but Ava has held the air in her lungs longer in hopes she could taste something different).
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(She radiates devotion, and what is devotion if not something akin to love Ava thinks.)
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the-spooky-children · 21 days
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The spider's sudden popularity is like what with happened with Bob people didn't give a shit about it until it showed up again
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starlightseraph · 4 months
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i’m bisexual which means i have two types:
scrawny pathetic old men
murderous women who will kill me
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vampyr3wife · 4 months
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no one is doing it like they were in 2010
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manicformunson · 2 years
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..so um umm could you maybe write a thing where eddie's expecting a blowjob but reader starts licking his balls instead ?
you totally dont have to do this if you don't want to though
note um yes im a whore and live for this
eddie had been thinking of it all day, getting you alone and getting your pretty mouth around his aching dick. he missed you.
as soon as you two got to his trailer he excitedly plopped on the couch and spread his legs wide so you could get comfortable between them.
"been thinking about my lips around your dick all day?" you can't help but tease as you watched him anxiously fumble with his belt. his face was flushed in arousal once his erection was free from the tight jeans he had worn.
"yes, yes you know i have. couldn't think of anything else- shit."
you wasted no time, wrapping slender fingers around him and pumping. eddie's head dropped, humming in pleasure and gripping the edge of the couch.
your attention suddenly drew to his balls barely peeking out of his underwear and you were overcome with the urge to lick them. you needed them in your mouth that very moment.
so you dipped your head down and licked a stripe down between them, making him jump and immediately grip your hair. "jesus fucking christ." you looked up and giggled. you would definitely take a picture of you could; his eyes were blown wide, brows furrowed in a mix of surprise and lust and his lips red.
"you like that babe?" you whispered before slipping one in your mouth, letting yourself salivate around it. "yeah, fuck yeah-" you gargled them in your mouth, relishing the feeling of them.
you continued slurping between them, his cock leaking precum on your fist as you stroked him. he mewled at you and tightened his fingers in your hair causing you to look up.
eddie had his eyes squeezed shut, jaw slack and before you knew it he was cumming all over your pretty face. you licked up his dick before you pulled you up by your hair to meet his lips.
"you are fucking magical."
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moonspirit · 20 days
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Okay I really hope I get to see the T Coronae Borealis Nova explosion this year T_____T I'll do anything to see it.
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foxgirlplushie · 1 month
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vhstown · 7 months
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one last thought. hobie brown does not say "gotcha" or "whatcha" y'all that's an american thing
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occultradio · 4 months
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Oops
Haven't brushed my hair all week
It's matted
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imthebentley · 4 months
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Hello, dear Bentley!
Listen. I hate cars. I really REALLY don't like cars. But I love YOU. You're my fav GO character. The only car I would LIKE to sit in is a Bentley. I am not getting a Bentley. Because how would I? I am chronically broke. Plus, I've been stuck (bc unmotivated) getting my driver's license for TWO YEARS already. But the tiny possibility of me driving a Bentley one day is now my motivation to get done with that stupid driver's license.
So, uh, thank you. For motivating me. By being such an awesome car!
Hi! Sorry you hate cars, and I hope you find one with similar music taste to you that you can get along with. Not sure what you have against cars though tbh. Hate the driver - not the car.
Good luck learning to drive! Bare in mind though that driving vintage cars is a bit different to driving modern ones.
Love you too, obvs! Thanks for sticking around!
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eggs-can-draw · 4 months
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I love my job (the ONE thing our director wants me to do is “have fun”)
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zeivira · 3 months
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This is a sudden question, but do you also get beat up by a five-year-old in your prime? Just curious.
Yes, and I was so embarrassed about it I told him he was a monster. Then he killed my mother AGAIN some years later, so I stopped feeling guilty about it.
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