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#tj this is me @ you
macksartblock · 10 days
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sketches of the s1 kiddads bc i miss them
doomed children of all time
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pettyprocrastination · 11 months
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Miguel O’Hara would’ve had mcu peter parker looking like this 
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lafragolina · 6 months
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just kill me
#this whole article is bad but this was the WORST#not even for the reason you think (819 reasons)#Eliza you've already heard this rant but#if I can be way too sincere and long-winded for a moment#'always if I ask him something he helps'#how many quotes do we have from teammates over the years saying that exact thing#michael latta saying 'it doesn't matter if you're a top pair dman or a 4th line peasant; he'll do anything to help you'#christian djoos saying 'he's always there for you no matter what time or place. if something's up he's always there'#HHA saying recently nicke gave him his number and told him 'if you need anything just call me and I can help you'#carly in that interview when this was announced saying how nicke has been the support for everyone in that locker room from himself and osh#to guys who haven't been there long like strome and even pacioretty#I know holts and batya and andre and rasmus and jojo and tj and tom and karl alzner have all said stuff like this too#and that's just who I can think of off the top of my head#like. that's it. that's nicke.#if you ask him something. he helps.#for such an amazing athlete. for such a crucial part of making hockey A Thing in DC.#what his teammates want to talk about is his kindness#and that speaks so highly of him and is so genuinely admirable to me and worth aspiring to#I don't want to put anyone on a pedestal because we don't know these guys#but like. in terms of impact. nicke really genuinely made me try to be a better more thoughtful more actively outreaching friend#because I saw the way his teammates talked about him and that's how I want to be thought of.#I want people to know I'll be there for them. & not that I haven't been willing to do that but I've been more active about offering it#and part of that genuinely is because of his example#there's a million other things about his kindness I could mention before I even get to his hockey but this has already gone on far too long#so anyway#he is so dear to me#I hope he is happy and healthy#and that he knows how loved he is#nicklas backstrom#hockey
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hawkeyeslaughter · 18 days
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sweetheart are you okay i saw you reposting the [ looks at hawkeye ] screencap set again
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romansmartini · 1 month
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we’ve all been there dot jpeg
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bruciemilf · 1 year
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Okay, so recently, I've been consuming little bits and pieces of Thomas Wayne Jr content,,, been biting into him gently if you will,,
But here's the thing; Renegade AU where TJ is literally just. Some guy. He's the unhinged, iredeemable, father hating bitch yall think Jason is
I like to think he didn't even die, Thomas Senior just. Annoyed him into disowning himself. He finds out about Bruce from the news and he's like lmao, poor you (I hate you so fucking much)
Literally just give me Bruce having an annoying ass older brother who comits crime purely to give the middle finger to their deceased dad as an act of rebellion. He's just a Guy in his free time.
I'm also not immune to this,
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Bruce, making the biggest eyes at Alfred, " Please,-"
" No"
" Please!"
" No!"
" It'll be a little one!"
" That's what HE promised me, too,"
" Oh lay off of him, old man. At least you can't snitch him out to daddy like you did me, huh?"
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z3nitsusgf · 2 years
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hi val! i just had a thought about the homelander and i absolutely need to share it with you because im going to explode
dont you think homelander is the type of guy to just put the tip in?? he wants to make you work for it. he likes seeing the way the tip is spearing you open.
he loves seeing the way you whimper when he enters and he just grins devilishly. he loves the way squirm beneath him and with the way hes holding you down, youre not moving much. he wants to hear you beg for it!!! he wants to see you all needy and he wants to know that only he can satisfy your needs.
and if youre on top, he'll just hold you up as just the tip of his cock is inside you and you cant sink down further? he sees you tear up in frustration and he coos at you in such a mocking way.
'need my cock that badly? is that it?' -🦋
cw: nsfw, teasing, doing it raw <3, dumbification… yeah, homelander is his own warning
You don’t know how long he’s been toying with you. All you know is he’s being mean about it. Snarky and condescending with the way he teases you.
“I dunno, I just don’t think you can take it.” Homelander trails, holding your wrists to the mattress while he pretends to contemplate it.
“I can, promise I can.”
The tip of his cock opens you up, he doesn’t go any farther. Homelander adores how you cry, loves it. When you’re desperate and pliant, begging him. You can’t do much but hump your hips up into him, whining when he laughs in your face.
“Aww, you’re so fucking desperate I almost feel bad.” He smiles at the way you frown, he hears your sniffles and the way you wiggle your hips. You’re so wet it coats the inside of your thighs and soaks down to his sheets, he hasn’t even done anything yet.
Homelander let’s the underside of his length smear across your folds, the leaking cherry-red tip catching your clit. He’s not letting you squirm away. Your thighs twitch in his palms and you can feel the way the veins running along the length of his cock pulse.
“Please, John-“ you say his name so breathily, so prettily - practically sobbing. He can’t help but groan, head rolling as he listens to you bleat like a sheep. You’re just so gorgeous, with wet lashes looking up at him with teary eyes that shine under the glow of his bedroom lamps, laid across the silk bedsheets. Sweaty and damp with your own slick.
You open your legs up more, hooking your calves around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. Trying to get him to push in. He doesn’t go any farther, just letting the fat tip part your folds, dipping in an inch and then pulling out. He grins at the way you go crazy for absolutely nothing. Mouth parting as he runs the head along your slit and pulls out to rut against you.
“Come on, you can do better than that. Really beg for it.” He’s mocking, clear-blue eyes almost black with how much his pupils have dilated. Just an icy ring of fire that looks down at you from above. His smirk is killer, absolutely lethal. He’s daring you to try and get it yourself, without his help.
“I mean you say you need it that bad. But I don’t believe you.” He’s fake-pouting, bottom lip pushed out as he frowns at you. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” 
You scrape your hands along his mattress, pleading with him.
“I do, need you really bad. Need your cock, John please. Please-“
You’re falling apart at your seams, you’re embarrassed to admit how much you need him. How much you want him. He’s all sun-blood charisma, lean and poignant. Looming over you like dark sandstorm clouds. You’re turned inside out by the ache, the hunger. 
When Homelander catches the crack in your voice, the way it lumps from your drooling mouth - he knows you’ve had enough. You beg like something broken and it makes him think you’re the most perfect thing on this planet. 
“Okay, okay.” He laughs, reaching a bare hand down to swipe your glossy bottom lip, something tender-like. Sparing a glance at the sticky mess that coats his cock, he hasn’t even fucked you yet.
“Christ, you’re a fucking mess.” 
He’s in awe with how soaked you are, flattered by it really. Homelander slides his arms down the curve of your waist, stopping to squeeze your tits. Coming down to hook your legs up and over his shoulders, sliding the nook of his elbows around your knees. 
“You sure you can take it? I mean, you always bitch about how it’s too much.” He turns his head to kiss at your ankle, nipping the skin. His canines dig into your flesh, just a bit too sharp. He’s still rutting the length of his cock against your cunt, ignoring the tremor in your legs and the way you try to squeeze your thighs to get more pressure on it. You flounder, near insanity with his small affections. 
“Yes, can take it. I will, I’ll take it all for you.” You promise, swearing up and down that you won’t complain. 
Homelander smiles, flashing you those pearly-whites with pure cunning tact. He’s got you right where he needs you; hook, line, and sinker. He doesn’t even warn you, or give you time to process the change before he’s pulling his hips back and spearing you open. Letting himself bottom-out in one quick pump.
“Oh, look at you.”
Eyes half-mooned as he watches your lips part into that pretty O shape, tummy clenching as your eyes rolling back. He presses deep, hips flushed against the back of your thighs. You feel so good, so tight and wet and fuck- he needs to do this more often. Making you wait gets you needy, and you get impossibly tighter, fucking gripping him like a vice.
You tremble, shaking slightly as he leans forward, the pull of your muscles burn as he plants his hands on the sides of your head. The stretch is so good, aches and makes you pant with how much he makes room in your cunt. You place your palms on his hips, nails futilely trying to dig into his skin.
“Don’t tell me you’re giving out already, we haven’t even started.”
He tsks, loving how you get misty eyed against him. You’re pulsing around him, walls trying to fucking suck him in for all he’s worth. You shake your head, all too worried he’ll pull out and toy with you for the rest of the night - he’s done it before. But you’re getting a little dumb with how good it feels, feeling your walls shape around his cock.
He’s smiling, big and wide. Homelander gives you kiss to your jaw before he’s drawing his hips back and snapping forward. He mocks the face you make, practically giggling at the way you hold onto his biceps and just moan.
“Man, you’re really, fuck you’re tight, desperate tonight.” He huffs over your mouth, swallowing each mewl and whine that spills from you. Kissing you till your mouth is swollen and drooly, licking stripes up your neck. Nipping at the skin.
Each time he pushes back in, lewd squelches from your pussy fill the air. You coat him, making his cock shiny with your slick and his pre. He doesn’t waver or slow, rapidly bringing you up and up and up. Hitting so far, so deep in your cunt. That soft gooey patch that you can never reach by yourself, that he knows about and angles his hips more to get you to truly yelp.
“John, I’m gonna, gonna-“ you can’t even speak with how cemented your tongue, damp with sweat and sticky down to the sheets. The wetness makes it easier for him to slide in, to pound down and have you seeing stars.
“Go ahead, m’not stopping you.” He breathes against your ear, lifting his head so he can witness how you cum. Legs practically boneless over his shoulders, your cunt clamps around him like something vicious. You dig your nails into his skin as best you can, tummy clenching as you spasm and gush. Homelander groans, hips stuttering and fists clenching into the mattress.
“Fuck, fuck- holy fuck.” You can feel how he presses as deep as he can, letting himself empty inside you. It somehow gets impossibly wetter when he cums, sticky white coating the length of him when he pulls out. Finally letting your legs drop as he lowers his head to watch the way you drip with him.
You’re aching, pelvis sore and you’re swollen. You’re so sensitive that when he brushes his fingers along the length of you, you jolt. Knocking your knees together and wiggling up the bed to keep him from weaseling his way into your overworked pussy.
“Christ, you’re good.” He breathes out a hearty laugh. Smacking the outside of your thigh, adoring how you’re just quivering like live-wire. Your heart is starting to slow, the room smells of sex and sweat. You can hardly feel below your legs, eyelids drooping from how tired you are.
You’re more pliant after he’s made you cum, sweeter. Especially, when you’re so exhausted you don’t care that he nuzzles up next to you afterwards. Hooking himself over you, legs tangled and arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. Giving small wet kisses to your shoulder as you drift to sleep.
Homelander has never been happier.
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snzluv3r · 2 months
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my girlfriend got me a lego bouquet for my birthday so i could have flowers that i’m not allergic to 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺melting
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original-punks · 3 months
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ᵀᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ʰᵒʷ ⁱᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ⋆
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pettyprocrastination · 10 months
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Line cook!Simon who has most definitely had situationships with the server staff before that never ends well and makes work awkward for everybody. Who gives you, the new cook, an amicable nod of the head in greeting each day for your first week and watches you move around the kitchen with efficiency and laughing along with your coworker’s jokes and maybe he’s been staring a little too long because after his shift he’s all but dragged into the manager’s office who pokes a finger in his face and says under no circumstances is he allowed to fuck around with you because they can’t afford to lose a great employee cause of his dumbass. 
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thunderjackal · 3 months
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despite only being on season 2 of tma i am already making my Jon playlist to prepare myself for tmagp. You see i hope if i can replicate exposure therapy i will not be emotionally devastated when the time comes
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second-string-loser · 10 months
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sorry colleen ballenger but you’ll never write an apology song as iconic as tj kippen
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andimack-crack · 16 days
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I try so hard not to be too bitter about the way disney channel has essentially deleted Andi Mack from existence but when I see someone mention "disney channels first gay character" and it's not Cyrus Goodman I feel rageful.
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landwriter · 24 days
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You've Got Mail AU, lay it on me
Brand new scene for you, TJ! (Prev You've Got Mail nonsense.)
If my WIPs were unionized, this one would've been loooong done. But they're not, unfortunately for them, and after like four days after talking about You've Got Mail-verse, I got talking about the Tam Lin AU, and we all know how that went.
The other snippets were silly, this one is a little sad:
It feels like another ending. Hob is sick of them. Morpheus’ face is perfectly expressionless. He can’t take it. Won’t. Wants to greedily keep this for just a little bit longer. He always does. Even when everybody else around him knows it’s over, there he is, holding on past decency and reason.
Morpheus is absurdly beautiful in the morning light.
Hob says what he’s been thinking for weeks now. “You know, sometimes I wonder if you came into my shop, and you hadn’t been Endless Books, and I hadn’t been The New Bookshop-”
“Then it wouldn’t have been your shop,” interrupts Morpheus.
“No,” he says. “I guess it wouldn’t be.”
Isn’t, now. In any case.
Morpheus catches the look on his face and takes pity on him. He’s kinder, Hob thinks, than anyone gives him credit for. Including himself. “A cafe, instead,” he offers.
“Or Shakespeare in the Park,” says Hob. He can picture it now.
Morpheus’ lip twitches up the way it does when he’s trying not to smile. “Yes. If we met at Shakespeare in the Park?”
“I would’ve offered you a spot on my blanket. And I would have hoped it would get cold or rain, so you would lean on me.”
Morpheus ducks his head, and Hob wants to seize his face, wants to thumb over those perfect cheekbones. Fist his hands in his shirt and not let go ever. “You would have forgotten your umbrella, of course,” says Morpheus, quietly.
“Of course. And the sky would have opened up until we had to hide under a tree.”
Morpheus looks up. “And then?”
“And then I would have found the courage to ask a beautiful stranger for his number, and I would have asked you out that very night. And if you’d said yes I’d have done it again and again. Every day, actually, for as long as we lived.”
“Hob,” says Morpheus. His eyes are bright.
“If we never came up against each other. If the only thing you ever took from me was the blankets at night.”
“We’d need to have two sets.”
Hob swallows hard. “Yeah. Yeah, we would.”
The sounds of the city lap up against them, but Hob feels like an island alone with Morpheus, standing together on his stoop. He hears the jingle of someone walking their dog past. A siren in the distance. And all he sees is Morpheus, the square of his shoulders, his jaw clenched.
“Morpheus-” he starts.
“Hob, how could you forgive him?” he asks roughly. “How on earth could you forgive this stranger for standing you up?”
“We all make mistakes.” Easily. I forgave him just as easily as I’d have forgiven you, if you had only let me.
Morpheus stares at him. “Yes. We do.” His mouth twists a little. “Some more than most, I would say.”
“Maybe. But people are almost always better than you’d think. Mistakes and all.”
“Ever the optimist.”
Hob presses his lips together in a smile. “Ever the cynic.”
“Go, Hob,” says Morpheus. “You’ll be late.”
He goes. It’s a beautiful day to meet his stranger. How can it feel like his heart is breaking, only now, only after everything, on the threshold of happiness?
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tj-crochets · 6 months
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Hey y'all! Another work tip for you: If you are on the phone with the person who is your point of contact at a business and you want to swear about them after the call, make sure you hang up BEFORE you start swearing. Like. Double check you actually hung up This work tip brought to you by the contractor who thought he'd hung up but didn't and the incredibly awkward silence after he started swearing when I said "Are you aware you haven't hung up yet?"
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dorkicon · 8 months
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iron leaguer human au, or as i like to call it....regular sports anime...?
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