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poetry-siir · 2 days ago
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altamont498 · a day ago
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Shout out to the people not doing Inktober, Flufftober, NaNoWriMo, etc. this year (or any year) for whatever reason.
Because they have prior work commitments (retail/service can be hell this time of year).
Because they’re too busy with school work or exam prep.
Because they’re dealing with chronic conditions and illnesses.
Because they have poor mental health and want to prioritise that.
Have other personal priorities and commitments.
Because they have no ideas or are between projects.
Because they don’t have energy.
Because they just don’t bloody well want to thank you very much.
You aren’t any less valid as an artist/writer/creator, and can’t/shouldn’t be pressured into doing anything you don’t want to do or made to feel bad about it.
This list is not intended to be exclusive or exhaustive, additions are welcomed.
P.S Not intended to be hate on anyone who does actually participate or enjoy these monthly challenges.
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heavyrain-dc · 2 days ago
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Why waste your time getting hurt by someone when there’s someone else out there waiting to make you happy?
You deserve better
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thoughtkick · 2 days ago
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Never leave a person who touches your soul more than your body.
Unknown
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perfectquote · a day ago
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I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan
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perfectfeelings · 2 days ago
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I may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I am someone’s double shot of tequila.
Unknown
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siir-poesia · 2 days ago
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frownyalfred · 2 days ago
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ah yes, the two genders: whumptober and kinktober
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leonardospoetry · 2 days ago
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Starting the week with this one in mind. Every single moment is a new birth.
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quotefeeling · 2 days ago
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The strongest people are the ones who are still kind even after the world tore them a part.
Raven Emotion
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poetry-siir · 2 days ago
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maehemthemisfit · 2 days ago
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Writers: "English isn't my—"
You already KNOW you finna read some heaven sent material
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eddiesmetalfairy · a day ago
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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 — 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x fem!reader
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex, p in v, daddy kink, nickname mama, vanilla lovey dovey shit, porn with feels LMAO, so many feels, steve has it BAD — kinktober masterlist
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steve harrington is tipsy. not drunk, nowhere near drunk, but buzzed enough to go on his familiar gushing rant about you - his beautiful girlfriend, future mother to his six children - to his friends. nancy rolls her eyes, robin grins and eddie faux pukes, all the while steve’s lovesick puppy eyes never fall out of place, never falter, not even once. steve harrington is sweet on you. steve harrington is in love.
when you wander in from a separate room, smiley and laughing and seeking steve’s warmth and affection, he pushes up and meets you by the door, wraps thick arms around you and smiles into your hair.
“hi, my pretty. daddy missed you.”
“oh, that’s how you’re feeling, huh?” you tease, endeared and turned on all at once by his hunger for you.
“mmh, need you bad, mama. wanna put a baby in ya.”
you prickle at his words and press yourself closer, further into his welcoming embrace.
���then what’re you waiting for?”
you’re under him in no time following a giggly journey to the bedroom, slow undressing where you bask in each other’s presence; hands clasp each other and drift, roam to other places until he’s rutting into your hand and you’re moaning into his mouth and he’s pressing into you from above, pushing his thick cock into you, watching in awe as your soft cunt parts and flares around him.
“my sweet wife,” he moans into your neck, pausing in his slow, steady pistoning of his hips. his sack is heavy, the skin pressed flush against your drooling cunt as you squirm and push back against him.
“we’re not married yet, baby.”
“wanna be. wanna be- fuck - married to you. my angel, heaven sent. need’a keep you forever. wanna put a baby in you, knock you up ‘til you’re all round.”
“so do it,” you murmur. you rub your hands up his chest and smile, nothing but adoration in your eyes for your sweet boyfriend.
“you know what you do to me. what- shit, ah- what that does to me, angel? you want daddy to knock you up? cum in you ‘til it takes?”
“yeah, yeah.” you’re breathless, grappling for any sort of stability against him as his pace quickens; your heartbeat is fast, and his faster as he tenses and collapses against you.
“fuck, mama, i’m gonna cum. your pussy is unreal.”
and he does, ropes of it, thick and almost unending, filling you to the brim until you leak. he continues even after, pushing his thumb against the little button that turns you to mush, the swollen bud that quivers and trembles with arousal as he builds you up and coaxes you to orgasm. you wail and gush and he holds you down, presses you to the soft mattress as your legs kick and you try to escape from the pressure bearing down on your tired body.
“one more, angel. one more and we’ll stop.”
and he pulls one more from you, your muscles strung and tight with the tension of a coiled spring until it all releases with a sob. it’s cathartic, the way you let go and he does with you, presses sweet kisses to your shining cheeks, your spitslick lips and your shoulders, collarbones, every inch of skin he can reach until you’re both spent, laying in a jumbled mess of limbs.
you hold each other tight until the music of the party fades and everyone wanders home. and you have steve. alone, in the quiet hours of the night, pressed against his neck and breathing in the smell of his hair and his skin and even his sweat. you watch him as he dozes, peaceful and unaware.
“i love you, stevie.”
“i love you.” he answers, muffled, even in slumber.
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thoughtkick · a day ago
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Close some doors today. Not because of pride, incapacity, or arrogance, but simply because they lead you nowhere.
Paulo Coelho
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gaytoadwithapopsicle · a day ago
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how aboutttt dream hyping you up in your twitch/instagram chat/comments?
Anon, you understand me.
He looks like such a sweet darling baby puppy honey bunny schnookems
Dream x Reader
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It would be so funny
He would straight up use his main accounts/well known alts
Like you post a pic and he is immediately like
Dream✔️:you’re so fucking hot
The fans find it hilarious
Also, he hyped up pics he’s already seen
Like you send him a pic and ask “should I post it” and he hyped it up
Then you post it and he hyped it up again
If you’re on twitch:
He’s once again on his main
Dreamwastaken donated 15$: you’re hot
“Thank you clay”
Dreamwastaken donated 30$: you’re welcome ;)
“Stop sending me money baby”
Dreamwastaken donated 60$: No thanks
“Oh my gooooood”
Dreamwastaken donated 120$: Love youuuu
“I love you to hun”
Or he hides in chat and breaks the rules
Dreamwastaken: nice ass
GabbyIsntFound[MOD]: you’re on thin ice Clayton
Overall he’s super sweet and hyped you up so so so much
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perfectquote · 21 hours ago
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And love is when someone who even knows your scars, stays to kiss them.
Benjamin Griss
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just-french-me-up · a day ago
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