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mochiwei · 1 year
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A singular breath 🌅
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neanmoins-que · 4 months
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brambeag · 1 year
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they gave him long greying hair 4 me<3xoxoxo
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Swapping tips on how to be a bestie in the bath.
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madootles · 9 months
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consumed with the urge to draw with ed holding cat. that's all
edit: metal arm wrong side bc canvas flip
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artbugjuice · 9 months
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Doctor Who at 60!
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splatloafbud · 2 months
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THANK YOU SPLATOON 1 FOR CHANGING MY LIFE ❤️
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dez-ku · 27 days
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I doodled this last night :^]
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evercelle · 1 year
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how about that lantern rite trailer, amirite!!!
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maridoodles · 1 year
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wanchan 🐶
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zntauri · 1 year
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Thank you Owl house
i'm super late, i wanted to upload the same week the final episode aired but i'm really busy with college TT
anyways, now that the show ended i feel a little empty inside, it's been a while since ive been this emotionally invested in a show and i'm really gonna miss all the times i spent waiting for a new episode.
So, to Dana and everybody who worked on The owl house, thank you
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ducktracy · 7 months
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a short placing heavy emphasis on Hungarian Rhapsody No. II is a rite of passage for golden age cartoons. Bugs Bunny did it! Tom and Jerry did it! Daffy and Donald! but one thing Woody Woodpecker has above the competition is that he is held hostage by a group of gangsters and is forced to entertain, lest he get executed. amazing
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dragonsarecats · 7 months
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Oh yeah. He’s gonna need that sword.
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mediademon · 1 month
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The Watchers (2024) dir. Ishana Night Shyamalan
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fuckmyskywalker · 7 months
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Illusions — Trailer Trash!Anakin
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— CW: 18+. Smut. Sexist remarks. Age gap (Anakin is on his 40s, reader is around 24-26). Slight manipulation. PiV. Creampie. Anakin loves to play reader dumb. | Word count: 1.4 (not proofread!)
— a/n: This is my part on the wonderful AU @lovelybucky1 and I talked about and that we are so involved with. Please read Artemis part before mine since it will give you context for this part! I love you my darling, you are my soulmate.
— Trailer Trash!Anakin part I
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Waking up next to an empty bed isn't a bad thing when you are wearing Anakin’s oil stained shirt and being held by the warmth of the ghost of his presence next to you. Assuming he is off to work  you decide to stay in bed a little longer, hugging his pillow and drowning yourself in the nauseous scent of his perfume and cigarettes. 
The front door opens and you rise from bed with a small smile adorning your sleepy expression. The way your heart jolts when Anakin is back home has no comparison… and you love to make him feel taken care of. Making breakfast for him, watching him drink his morning coffee and getting fucked against the small kitchen counter makes your heart flutter— fulfilling his not-so-secret fantasy of having a throphy wife that will attend his needs, unlike his ex wife who wouldn't put up with his shit. 
You swing the door open, expecting to see Anakin standing in the tiny hallway that leads to the bathroom and the single bedroom— only to find another woman staring at you with clear disgust. She is holding an empty laundry basket in her hand and a judgemental look in her dark eyes. Something about her expression is creepily similar to Anakin’s, but at the same time abysmally different. 
«It's his daughter» You think, feeling your soul leave your body for a second. The way she stares down at you makes you feel as if you were naked under her gaze, completely vulnerable and viewed as nothing more than a common whore.
A few more footsteps caught your attention and two more people entered the trailer. A young man and a woman; they shared similar features and their faces share the same eerie aura of Anakin. They have smiles on their faces that melt the second they meet you standing in the hallway. Never in your life have you felt more judged and alone. The younger woman stands behind who you assume is the oldest, holding her arm as the only boy looks at you. He is the one who shares Anakin's expression the most— and it scares the shit out of you.
The entire trailer is thick with tension and an electrifying feeling of loathing— and it is all towards you, because of you.
Just like magic and as if he was your knight in shining armor, Anakin walks in the trailer with a frown. His eyes miss your presence and the way you are silently begging for help to address his children and save you from them.
“You are just like your mother!— always talking bullshit and always—” Anakin stops when he finally spots you, curling his lips to a smile that comforts you. “Oh, dollface.”
He walks past his daughter practically pushing her against the wood wall of the hall to reach you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you for a kiss. His tongue slides inside your mouth as his large hands reach down to cup your ass and squeeze it. Instead of turning you on, it only worses your embarrassment— how can he be groping you with his children watching?
“Anakin,” You whisper against his lips. “Not here, they are watching us…”
A loud sound makes both of your eyes snap, the laundry basket lands next to his old boots. “Come on, we're leaving.” His daughter says with pure venom, turning around.
Your throat feels dry, but Anakin apparently isn't having it. “Alyssa! Come back here,” He never leaves your side, in fact he squeezes your ass harder, almost with hatred. “Who the fuck is going to do my laundry?”
“Ask your new whore to do it.” 
Your body curls in embarrassment, how could she say such things? She doesn't even know you!
Alyssa storms out of the trailer, but the twins seem reluctant to follow her. Anakin kisses you again before turning his attention back to his children. “Don’t listen to your sister, she is just like your mother.”
“Dad.” The younger girl says. “You were supposed to spend the day with us.” Her voice makes your heart ache and you can’t help but feel guilty.
His son doesn't seem to be in the same ride though. He grabs his sister's arm and rolla his green eyes. “Fuck you Dad. Alyssa is right, you will never change,” Something about his voice echoes inside your head, he sounds just like Anakin.”Let’s go Thena.”
“Fuck off then!” Anakin yells as his son slams the trailer door close. Running his hands through his blond locks, the multiple strands of silver shine under the shitty lights of the mobile house. “I don’t need them. Who needs them…” His voice is low, but his face is so close to yours you can hear him and smell the cigarettes he had earlier in his breath. “I only need you, dollface.”
A part of you tries to protest. You don’t agree with him— his children are his after all, but before you can even open your mouth his lips crash against yours, gripping your jaw to force your mouth open and slide his tongue in. The kiss is messy and sloppy and characteristically Anakin. He drags you to the bed and slams the door shut, practically making the whole trailer shake. Anakin pushes you to the bed causing to gasp. Something about him being so aggressive scares you and allures you at the same time. He is quick to peel off his shirt to grope your tits, pinch your nipples and slap the flesh roughly. 
“You like that?” He breathes out, rubbing his erection trapped underneath his work overalls. “Of course you do— you just need someone to take care of you.”
He flips you, bringing your ass up in the air and letting his palm smack on the tender flesh. Anakin loves how willing to please him you are, how easy is to get you to do what he wants with empty promises and sweet talk whispered to your ear. He loves how stupid and love deprived you are. 
When he finally pushes his cock inside you, your body tenses at the intrusion, moaning and arching your back. Anakin traces the curve of your spine with his index finger, smirking at how soft and youthful your body is. It makes him feel alive. You ignite something inside of him that gives him the strength to fuck you as if he was 20 years all over again. It’s your fourth day spending the night at his place and those illusions of moving in with him, make this shitty, cheap trailer a home, to change him… are only growling stronger. 
His thrusts push the air out of your lungs and Anakin is in heaven to feel your pussy just as tight as he did in the morning when he fucked you before leaving for work. “Good girl— such a good pussy, so tight and wet for me.” His balls slap against your clit with every snap of his hips and any neighbors who walks next to his place will hear Anakin’s deep, animalistic groans and your seeet helpess moans, accompanied with the sound of sweaty skin-to-skin. 
Throbbing inside you, his hairy thighs quiver with the force of his orgasm, and you find yourself closer as well. “A–Anakin,” You look at him from over your shoulder with glassy eyes that make his dick leak inside you. “Pull out—p–please.”
“I will try okay?” He says and it’s enough for you. “Your pussy just feels so good.” The praise makes you whine, maybe, maybe it’s okay if he does it one time… 
But he doesn't because he knows that if he apologizes you will forgive him. He knows that if he brings you a pink pill your stupid mind will think it's a plan-b when in reality is a kid’s supplement. So when Anakin fill you up with his sticky heavy load deep inside your womb, while the back of his head wishes you end up pregnant so he can at least make up for his mistakes with a new child. He still fucks you until you come because he wouldn't waste that emotional rollercoaster that orgasms provide you with. 
Anakin holds you, kissing your sweaty skin and caressing your shoulders. The room smells like sex, cigarettes and that cheap whiskey he buys at the gas station next to the diner you work at. His softening length rubs between your thighs, as his cum slides down your spent hole and makes a mess on the yellow-ish fitted sheet already covered in various stains—only god knows when was the last time he washed it— and it warms your heart. He is a good man, you know it. Deep down, looking past all his flaws, he is a good man.
You can change him. 
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mmelolabelle · 4 months
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look I don’t know what award-winning journalist and author daniel molloy said to make louis look like a kicked puppy and armand to huff like a 1950s housewife whose appetisers were just insulted —
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but he was absolutely right and they deserved it
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