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julesyoufool · 10 months
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There is no one left in the world that I can hold onto
There is really no one left at all
There is only you
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flo-n-flon · 1 year
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I know what it is to feel you deserve something different than what this life gives you. To wonder why you couldn't just stay home, love the people you love, grow old with them, protect them, support them.
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wr1ghtw0rth · 4 months
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Happy new year everyone ✨️
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pocketcrown · 6 months
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Imagine your f/o comforting you through a thunderstorm. They get you everything you need; water, snacks, etc. to hold you over, and get you all cozy together with blankets and pillows. Maybe next to the warm fireplace, maybe just curled up in bed.
Your f/o will be there for you, whether it ends soon, or goes into the night, for every crackle that makes you nervous or anxious, kissing and cuddling you until you are relaxed enough to fall asleep, assured you'll be safe in their arms.
not for minors, antis, maps/zoos/etc.
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whydoistilllikethehost · 10 months
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‘til we die, it’s just you and I
until the end of time we will be together
‘Til We Die - Juniper Vale and Vian Izak 
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miphvali-tower · 10 months
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Zora Revali
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caswellseyes · 1 year
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not even a little bit (don't hate you at all) chapter 5: the dress rehearsal!
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in which julie sees something she doesn't like and luke is very confused.
with the orpheum theatre logo!
sneak peak here, link to the fic + tag list in the first reblog!
Carlos nods. “It’ll be fine. Bobby’s cookies are awesome.” Julie laughs. She can’t disagree with that, of course, but she’s not about to slack off because of it. She doesn’t want to have the fate of her project depending on Bobby Wilson’s cookies, legendary as they might be. “So, what, the entire theatre could catch fire and it would be fine because there will be cookies?” Carlos hums in consideration. “That depends. Did the cookies also burn? Because if yes, then I don’t think it’ll be fine, but if not…”
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4kscope · 1 year
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faye love hours (she’s majestic)
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dayabetus · 2 years
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Sssiiiggghhhh gonna write fan fic here based of a silly dream I had before 😋
Making out with sweetheart was an experience it would start soft and passionate to rough and sloppy. You two would take short brakes just gasping for air after that she'd push you down on her bed, trailing her hand down your face, to your sides, down your thighs then down to your clit. Rubbing it in small circles. She'd listen to your soft, small moans as she rubbed you. Faster and faster. You felt yourself about to cum until she stopped. What a tease. "Oh come on let me have some fun with you first!" She said. "Okay just go easy on me" you muttered to her. She smiled at you lovingly. It wasn't like her to be 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 nice to anyone. She had already took your pants and panties off by now while you are off thinking. "Woahohoh! So wet for me already?" She said. "Well it's 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 fault" you said back. She smiles giggling. "Mind if I.. Taste?" She asked ever so politely. You loved that about her. How mean to others she was but to you she was a whole different person."Oh uh sure" you said trailing off letting your mind wander. "Oh be gentle. Please." You quickly said before a wave of pleasure hit you. "Mmmhmmhmhm you taste good baby." She said a bit muffled. You couldn't answer just in a wave of pure bliss and pleasure. All you could do was moan. Wanting to pay more attention to the pleasure you clasped your hands over your mouth, Sweetheart being the sly girl she is didn't ask why or to move your hands, instead she slid two fingers inside you. The sudden sensation had made you blurt out moans. "W woah Sweetheart? W what are you doing?" "Hmm? What does it look like I'm doing? I'm pleasing you silly!" She laughed. "A little w warning next time please" you said holding back a moan. "Don't think this is all hunny! I've got something else planned for us!"
"It's a strap on!" She smiles widely at you. "A strap on!?" You questioned a bit harshly. "Awe do you not want to try it? I got it just for you too." She said a bit sad. "W wait no! I I'll try it, I never said I wouldn't." "Oh goodie!" She clapped. "I'll make sure to go easy on you." She said in a slight whisper. She had taken off her big pink dress in front you, practically making eye contact with you, hoping you were watching her. Of course you were, why wouldn't you? So many people and sprout moles would pay anything to be in your spot! It's so crazy that she saw anything in you considering the men she's dating before. By now she has already gotten the strap on. "Okay are you sure you want to do this?" She questioned looking down at you softly. "Y yes I'm sure." You piped out. "Hmhm okay love just tell me if you want to stop anytime." Before you could say anything the tip of the strap was already inside. It was a bit cold being that it was under her bed in her cold room, but it warmed up very quickly. "S sweetheart go f faster p Please." You moaned out. "Okay love~" she then slowly grabbed your legs and layed them in her shoulders. "S sweetheart! What are you doing?" "Shhh calm down baby this won't hurt you. It'll only make you feel good, I promise." She whispered. You trusted her not to hurt you, you let her position you and herself a bit better. "I won't do anything to hurt you, that would only hurt me. I love you, hunny." She said as she kissed your cheek. You began to feel a burning sensation in your lower region. Reaching down to your clit, sweetheart took note and knew you were close. She didn't speed up nor did she slow down, she kept her pace not changing anything about it. "Mmh s Sweetheart I think I'm gonna cum.." You said muffled in her hair. "That's fine you don't have have to tell me, I'll know when you cum just focus on the pleasure." You couldn't hold on anymore. You were a sweating, moaning drooling mess. With one last loud moan and a tight hug you fell to the bed. "Are you okay? Do you need anything? Water? A bath? Food?" She went on. "No.. Not now at least. I just want to be in bed with you." "Mhmh okay dear, get some sleep. We'll get cleaned up in the morning." She whispered. Taking her strap off putting in back, she got in bed under the covers with you. Holding you tight she whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you fell asleep. "I love you, my sweet girl." She said with a kiss on the cheek to you before you passed out
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lilybug-02 · 2 months
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Pain is a great motivator…
Part 26 || First || Previous || Next
—Full Series—
Meanwhile Toriel:
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(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)
Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!
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ourobores · 1 year
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DECEMBER
chandrama deshmukh, a teaspoon of stars / claude monet, snow scene at argenteuil, 1875 / counting crows, a long december / anna mary ‘grandma’ robertson moses, snow ball / natalie diaz, manhattan is a lenape word / laetitia de haas, birds in a winter garden / fritz ward, love letter from inside fatherhood / nate klug, advent / serhiy shyshko, saint volodymyr's hill / w. s. merwin, song of three smiles / charlotte joan sternberg, home through the pines ii / mike chasar, conches on christmas / alfred sisley, la maison sous la neige, 1878 / robert creeley, the door / claude monet, the magpie / sarah kay, winter without you
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pocketgalaxies · 11 days
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Me and my friends are going are going on a mission that is important and could change a lot of stuff, and I feel like something bad is gonna happen. There's doom on the horizon. But I still think it's right that we're going. (for @overnighttosunflowers)
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 20 days
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Daughter of delta Yu, show them that you're no fool!
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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cheerioskid · 9 months
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more hermits i enjoy watching but don't draw that often
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fayzart136 · 7 months
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Hello everyone, I'm having Feelings about Bart Curlish.
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becca-e-barnes · 2 months
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I’ve been enjoying some premature ejaculation thoughts recently and it’s probably time to talk about them before they makes me even dizzier 🤤
Just the thought of slipping Bucky’s thick, leaking dick slowly inside you while you’re on top. The glide down on top of him is wonderful and when he’s as deep inside you as you can manage, you take a second to just enjoy feeling stuffed full.
You feel him throbbing inside you, his dick twitching and although he’s trying to keep it together, he’s determined not to let you know that.
After a couple of seconds, you raise your hips and let them fall again, working just a couple of inches towards the base of his cock.
You do the same again a few more times, barely establishing a rhythm before you feel Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten. “You have to slow down for me, sweetheart.”
The strain in his voice floods you with panic for a second and you stop moving.
“Does it hurt? We can try a different position if you like.” You cradle his face with one hand while holding yourself up with the other, staying as still as possible.
“It doesn’t hurt. Just might not last very long like this. Feels so good.” He’s a little embarrassed to admit it but he’s got nothing to worry about.
“Oh? You like this?” You roll your hips once more and enjoy the sharp intake of air it forces into your partner. “Is this too much for you?”
He nods sheepishly, aware of how much he wants this but of how much he wants to please you too.
“You gonna cum inside me already?” You tease, biting your bottom lip while you raise your hips up, letting him slide almost entirely out of you before sinking back down.
The moan it draws from him is beautiful but you’re not stopping there. “You are, aren’t you? You’re going to stuff my pretty pussy full of cum for me. Gonna make sure you have nothing left tonight.”
“Fuck, fuck.” He groans, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you down so he can finish as deep inside you as he can. His face is scrunched in pleasure while his hot cum shoots in thick ropes against the walls of your eager pussy.
There’s something so satisfying in the knowledge that it took no time at all for him to finish and if the rest of the evening is like this, it’ll be a whole lot more fun than you imagined.
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