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qqmariztwsse · 24 days
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flowerflowerflo · 29 days
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headphones aren't enough i need the song inside me i need it in my veins injected into my blood the oxygen i breathe the bones in my body the breath in my lungs i need it engraved with an iron into my skull i need it printed on my eardrums i need it in my very being in every cell in my body in the core of my existence the fibre of my reality the thread that holds everything i know together
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txt-archivo · 1 month
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minisode 3: TOMORROW - Concept Photo 'Light' (SOOBIN)
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bananacatmeow · 28 days
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if you really want to listen to the txt cb, here's the mp3 ver so you dont accidentally support zionists !!
everyone thank @dinhui for this quick :))
I'll See You There Tomorrow
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Deja Vu
Miracle
The Killa ( I Belong To You )
Quarter Life
Deja Vu (Anemoia Remix)
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Hey everyone! So, I accidentaly bought a ticket to TXT in Atlanta instead of Chicago (oopsies daisies) and so I would LOVE to sell it ^^ I got sec 214 row G seat 20 for $153.39 USD and would sell it for that or you can DM with other offers. I take venmo !!
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deancaskiss · 4 months
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rb to have an ultra gay 2024
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forzasedici · 2 months
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all the famous/celebrity investors watching alpine be dead last
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choiliner · 28 days
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YEONJUN & BEOMGYU | DEJA VU (2024)
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t34-mt · 2 months
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kyhuine southern (dry valley group) crop farmers in a field of "siesu". Which are basically mold balls that can be used like cotton.
The post will be updated with additional text later about domesticated siesu and its usages.
drawing started months ago on krita but it wasn't going well, finished and painted on rebelled 7
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petewentzwombtattoo · 4 months
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terfs and radfems love to say they advocate for trans men/mascs and then continuously misgender us, objectify us, send us death and rape threats, harrass us, call us delusional women (and when they want to sprinkle in a little homophobia, "confused lesbians"), tell us we're mutilating ourselves, spread fearmongering misinformation about bottom surgery (especially phalloplasty), make fun of trans men/mascs looks, make fun of feminine trans men/mascs, make fun of masculine trans men/mascs, make fun of androgynous trans men/mascs, call us gay men fetishizers, tell us to stay away from gay men, call us predatory in general, make us feel like we're not allowed to date anyone, if we're gay and t4t call us lesbians, and countless other horrific behaviours like who the hell do you think you're fooling?
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yeonjune · 2 months
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photo booth time 📸
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flowerflowerflo · 22 days
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tinnitus play and suddenly im climbing up the walls scratching the ceiling rolling up the floor juggling my nuts shaking my ass
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txt-archivo · 1 month
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minisode 3: TOMORROW - Concept Photo 'Ethereal' (BEOMGYU)
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gorgugplushie · 6 months
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how i live my life rn
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emahriel · 18 days
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NEIL IS SERVING
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ivyppoison · 2 months
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MOTION PICURE SOUNDTRACK
pairings : paul atreides ⠀𝒙⠀ fem!reader
𐙚 warnings : religious undertones, ( slight spoilers ?! ), suggestive content
words : 0.723k
note. i wrote this barely an hour after watching this movie because my ideas just flooded onto a page. I’m in love with this movie, and I cannot wait for the third ( and final one ). As someone who is in love w movie franchises & trilogies, the build up was so good, but now we wait :3. What better to wait than writing fanfiction !!! ( i need to start writing fics more than 1k bc this is a bit pathetic ).
#. main masterlist. | misc masterlist.
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PAUL ATREIDES.
IN your hazy mind, buried deep inside the sacred caves of your soul, you knew he was still yours.
From his lengthened, yet disguised stares to his lingering, yet quick touches, you knew in his carefully hollowed out heart, he still called you his.
Far inside those ocean blue, star-dusted eyes of his, he was the ripple of water amongst the desert sand.
A glass pearl imprisoned in a tight-fisted oyster.
Paul belonged to them, he belonged to his people.
He was the grace of the hand of god, the messiah of your virtue, desire and sin.
Most of all, however, he belonged to you.
Your flickering eyes watched as he exerted his power over them, your figure trailing behind in his shadows.
They never knew you.
Yet, he knew you better than anyone could. He knew every hue that littered your eyes, he knew every spot on your body, he knew your every thought and language, he knew how to drive you practically insane, seduced by the simple touch of his bare hands.
He was yours to keep, and you were his.
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In the comfort of your tent, soft oranges bleeding into and staining the night’s dizzy tint, you lay beside each other, your lingering hands abstaining from touching him as your eyes travelled up and down his body.
He was still awake, but it seemed as if he refused to acknowledge you.
Letting out a small sigh, you pushed yourself onto the leverage of your elbow, glancing at his face as you locked eyes with him, watching as his pupils dilated softly, as he flicked his gaze to your lips.
“You should try and get some sleep,” you whispered, cupping his cheek with your free hand as your thumb pressed against his bottom lip. “It’s not good for you to go out exhausted.”
A moment passed before a small smile laced his lips, a glimpse of an old version of your lover coming back.
“What if I wanted to stay up looking at you?” He muttered before leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.
Your stomach fluttered at that, your body growing weak and the sound of his adoration for you. The keeper of his heart.
Copying his motion, you also moved to deepen the kiss, his hand moving to your waist as he pulled you closer.
You pulled away slowly, breathing deeply yet quietly, as you gazed into his eyes, a deep thought disrupting your raw and pure moment.
“Do I matter to you, Paul?” You asked, your eyes now glossy as you stared at him, attempting to read him somehow.
To find a remnant of emotion or memory on his face.
To study him like the pages of an ancient book.
“What do you mean?” He mumbled, pressing his thumb lightly into the skin of your hip as he caressed it lightly.
“You hardly acknowledge I’m even there,” you explained, pursing your lips into a straight line as you tried to ignore the feeling of his hands on your bare skin.
Paul studied you for a moment in the dim light before sitting up right, causing you to mirror him.
“They need me, you know that,” he answered, placing both of his hands on your face, pulling you in so your faces were inches away from each other, his breath warm on your skin.
“But here, I’m all yours,” he added, taking your hand in his. “I belong to you, and only you.”
His face was sincere and his expression was soft. His heart was pure and his touch was intoxicating.
“I’m yours too, Paul Atreides. I’ll always be yours,” you whispered swollen words, the corners of your mouth twisting into a small grin as you leaned in to kiss him again.
This time, he moved both of his hands to your waist, pulling you onto his lap as he kissed you deeply.
Your body was flush against his, your nimble fingers played with the strands of his hair at the back of his head. He then moved his lips to the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses to every sensitive spot possible, causing you to let out small gasps at the feeling of his lips against your desperate flesh.
Your small whimpers, a raw testimony to his passion.
And all sleep was lost.
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