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Today's bird is a Pacific Black Duck doing a perfect duckdive (and its buddy chilling on the log)
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buncha birdies i spent the better part of december drawing for my mums christmas present :o)
#the goods#man how do i even tag this LOL#birds#bird art#animal art#red capped plover#pink cockatoo#raven#pacific black duck#chicken#australian hobby#pigeon#rock dove#kākāpō#kakapo#peregrine falcon#gouldian finch#rainbow lorikeet#christmas island goshawk#drew these all for a 2024 calendar!! it arrived the other day and she was very happy with it :) gave me the ok to post them#this was literally the only thing i was working on for most of the last month was very very fun having a big project to focus on#but im also very glad to be able to draw. not birds now LOL
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pacific black ducks <3333333
#pacific black duck#ducks#duck#anatidae#birds#birding#ornithology#special interest#bird#bird photography#birdblr
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BIRD COLLECTING CARDS
Some of the birds from around where I live. Part of a uni project this semester. Wish I could've included magpies and ravens but the main focus ended up being on waterbirds and I ran out of time! Oh well
#maples garden art#coot#australasian coot#wagtail#willie wagtail#duck#pacific black duck#seagull#silver gull#swan#black swan#bird#bird art#birdwatching
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splashed
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Today I found a duck pond.
Tempe, May 2023
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Duck + Lake Brockman 🌤
#duck#pacific black duck#bird#animal#lake#lake Brockman#water#blue sky#clouds#nature#western australia#mine: photo
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Perfect duckdive - Pacific Black Ducks, 01-12-2023
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Duck reflections in Centennial Park
These reflections are a bit subtle as you have to look closely on the ducks to see that their heads are reflected in the water. The ducks are Pacific Black Ducks (Anas superciliosa) and photographed in a pond at Centennial Park in Sydney, Australia in October 2022. More pictures at Weekend Reflections.
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royal botanic gardens, melbourne
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Precision flying
Pacific Black Ducks
#original photographers#nature photography#wildlife photography#bird photography#on my travels#Pacific Black Ducks
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i’m back home !
#and i get my wisdom teeth taken out on the 6th of feb! :)#had fun! went to an ibis rookery and there was like a million bin chickens it was awesome#saw an .. ummm Australasian darter ! black Pacific#ducks! pelicans and some other water birds !#also saw some cool parrots ! and a brown falcon !#and a dead baby turtle :(#saw my first wombat in years and it was dead on the highway :((((
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PAX EAST 2023 | "Pacific Drive" | B3 - Boston Bastard Brigade
It's our final PAX East impressions, and this game's a doozy! Read what KBD thought of Pacific Drive!
#king baby duck#preview#previews#video games#ironwood studios#pacific drive#pax east#boston bastard brigade#black compat
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A Pacific Black Duck (Anas superciliosa), explains Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus to his 2nd semester philosophy students, family Anatidae, order Anseriformes, Penrith Weir, NSW Australia
photograph by Neil Chappell
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Ya know what , I'll give you an idea
As a commercial pilot how bout a kink "plane sex"
And pls write Rosé with this kink
day 15. body worship. with. rosé.
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kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, body worship, lots of kissing and licking, feet stuff, abs stuff, oral sex, fingering, squirting, minor plane stuff, the dialogue just goes places idk, hold onto your suspension of disbelief for dear life, blasphemy(?).
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this is barely even related to the ask, isn’t it? sorry, icyphilosopher, i really am (thank you so much for the inspiration though). well, my excuse is i watched Queen & Slim (it was alright, the soundtrack might be the best part. that and Daniel Kaluuya) and felt like crime today.
The private jet has barely taken off when Rosé starts taking her clothes off, starting from the black heels, then proceeding with the black cropped blazer, the high-waisted black shorts, along with the belt and the chains attached to them, the polka dot black shirt, and finishing with the black stockings and her black underwear. She puts them all in a black trash bag and throws herself on the beige leather sofa face first, completely naked.
“Fuck this ‘No fires on the plane’ rule.” She complains into the beige pillow.
“I mean, if you want to burn them now and cause a fire, making the jet collapse on itself and getting us buried on the bottom of the northern Pacific, go ahead.” You reply nonchalantly as you take a sip of vodka while sitting cross-legged on one of the beige armchairs.
“Honestly, compared to the prospect of a ten-hour flight with you, that doesn’t even sound that bad”
It’s Rosé’s habit to burn clothes, phones, cars, (people,) anything that can be linked to her in a meaningful way, after every job. This time it was a fairly straightforward drug trade with this Yakuza syndicate in Osaka: give the talcum powder, take the money, go home. The road was somewhat bumpy and a couple heads had to pop, but what can you do. Oh, and the getting naked in front of you part, that was a thing way before you two started fucking.
You stand up from your seat and duck next to the couch as she turns her head towards you. Start caressing her smooth, long blonde hair as you admire her graceful features. How could such a cold, brutal criminal look so angelic?
“Are you in a hurry?”
“Leave no trace.” She recites her mantra matter-of-factly.
“You think someone’s on our trail?”
You lay on top of her and start kissing her shoulders, from the left, then move her hair to kiss her neck, to the right, and back a couple times.
“Someone’s always on your trail.” Your kisses start heading down her back, each a little wetter than the previous. “You know how it always ends with people like us, right?”
You think you hear Rosé’s voice break for a split second, but you could be wrong. Place your hands on her shoulders and start slowly making little circles with your thumbs as you keep traveling down.
“We get greedy and scared and die sad and alone?”
“We always trust one person too many”
As your trail of kisses gets to her lower back, right above the curve of her ass, you flip her body around. Bend her legs on her chest, then start massaging each foot with one of your hands, going from the middle of her soles, to her heels, to the balls of her feet, untangling her muscle fibers all the way through. You hear her humming in the meantime.
“So? Would you stop living your life for that?”
“I would try my best not to end my life because of that.” You bring her feet to your mouth and start pecking her toes, then travel down the inside of her feet and up again kissing her soles. “Plus, it gives me a sense of peace, of liberation”
“Ashes to ashes?”
“In that analogy, I would be… God?”
Take a long lick from her heel to the ball of her foot, ending by wrapping your lips around her big toe and licking all around it.
“Do you feel like one?”
“I don’t think God sees himself like we see him” She moves her other foot towards your mouth to signal you to switch, which you do, as your hands reach towards her small breasts and start softly playing with her rosy nipples. “Powerful men need people to adore them to feel immortal. Immortals don’t need our attention to be powerful”
“You think God is a woman?”
“I think God is a depressed fuck.”
You let out a chuckle. Then lower her knees again and place yourself between them to start kissing and licking her wonderful, sculpted abs. Your right hand almost instinctively starts lightly rubbing her already wet outer lips, your left grabbing her plump asscheek.
“What a short couple billion years alone in the button room could do to ya”
“But honestly, working on the wrong side of the law… I think it’s hard not to feel like one” She starts panting a little in between words.
“Ego?” Your mouth slowly travels down her lower stomach while your fingers play with her nub.
“Just, pure facts. I could kill a man that crosses my path at any time, and I have. Mmmmh. We just, own their lives. The decision to let them live on, or to end them, right then and there. It’s all ours. Yeahh- How do you not feel all-powerful when you have that?”
It becomes hard for her to complete a sentence without any moans in between.
“Does it matter?”
“W-What?”
Rosé’s focus is probably directed away from the conversation, and towards the feeling of your fingers opening her lips wide and your tongue taking one long lick from the bottom of her slit up to her sensitive clit.
“I don’t know them. Are decisions over the lives of people you don’t care about even worth making?”
You take several shorter licks around her slit, side to side, up and down, once in a while penetrating her hole slightly.
“What do y-youh care about?”
As her moans become longer and more frequent, her sentences become simpler and shorter.
“Right now, taking my money home”
Your tongue digs deep into her pussy, you try to reach every corner and crevice of her heat with it, and her whimpers tell you you’re doing a pretty good job at it.
“And th-en, what?”
Your mouth detaches from her right as she sounds like she’s going to give in. You get on your knees and pause for a second, looking at the empty floor of the plane.
“...I don’t know, a legacy?”
“Villains have no legacy, they only leave bloody paper and hate behind them”
You get back down to face her, staring right down Rosé’s deep brown orbs. Your fingers return to her lower lips, and two of them make their way into her slippery walls, drawing a loud groan off of her. You start pumping in and out of her at an ever increasing pace.
“Love. I want someone to come back home to, to be there, waiting for me, to heal my wounds.” She’s now moaning right in your face, her pitch getting higher and higher, signaling her impending high, but her eyes are wide open and locked on yours. “To be able to spend time with, in silence, without it feeling awkward, not needing to worry about the future, just looking at her in the eyes, and, being in love.”
A few final pumps and Rosé starts repeatedly contracting around you, a stream of unholy water covering your entire hand and wrist in a profane coating, only a deep, tongue-filled kiss muting her screams as she finally can’t keep her eyes open anymore. You close yours with her as her arms wrap around your neck. The kiss lasts far longer than the already lengthy while she takes to recover from her strong orgasm. As both of you stare into each other’s pupils again, you’re the first to talk.
“How do you know when you’ve found what you’re looking for?”
“I don’t know. I think I’ll start from, looking at the junk I’ve collected on my way, before burning it”
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god is a journey. progressively, leaf.
#kinktober#kinktober 2023#girl group smut#idol smut#female idol smut#kpop fanfic#kpop smut#idol x reader#idol x male reader#blackpink#rosé#rose#blackpink smut#rose smut#rosé smut#blackpink rose smut#blackpink rosé smut
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