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#last day of january
m-anarrr · 4 months
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اكتر حاجة بحبها الايام اللي بتاخر فيها من الشغل هو الشارع اللي بمششي منه سواء صيف او شتا ..
بس هو امبارح كان احلا من المعتاد 🤍
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samirafee · 4 months
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#GOOD MORNING🌅🔥🖤
@samirafee
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windwardstar · 7 months
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I have a date for the jack-o-lantern-ification
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cupc4ke88 · 4 months
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Sunset from last night🌅
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without-ado · 5 months
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“Deadline” by Bianca Bagnarelli
l The New Yorker l 2024 l Jan. 1 & 8
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atroquinine-my-love · 2 months
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new years resolution was to draw one ryuu a month, here was february’s
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honeybcj · 4 months
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@jegulus-microfic january 31st / lock / 1092 words / minor nsfw cw: an innocent, well behaved game of seven minutes in heaven
Absolutely childish, Regulus thought. How he ended up sitting in a circle with a bunch of people, pulled into a trivial game of seven minutes in Heaven like they were a bunch of ridiculous teenagers.
Sure, Regulus could have said no. Fucked off and told everyone he wasn’t interested in something so stupid, but, then again, even in his petulant state, there was a small part of him that held out some hope.
Hope reigned in his favor, actually. It’s how he ended up behind closed doors with the one James Potter, scoffing indignantly as the world’s biggest show. No need to stroke Potter’s ego anymore than needed.
Perched on the edge of the bed, running his fingertips over the soft material of the duvet. His bed, Regulus mulls, I’m sitting on James Potter’s bed. He swallows, blinking into the semi-dark room, just making out the smooth outline of James’ body hovering in front of him.
“Did you lock the door?” Regulus chokes out, voice betraying him as it wavers.
“Regulus,” James gasps, a smile noticeable in his voice, “do you mean to tell me you want this?”
Another scoff, followed by an eye roll. “Please, as if.”
But even then, his voice makes him sound like an outright liar. It’s apparent in the way James places himself on the bed next to him. A warm presence that makes Regulus’ skin prickle. Back straightening, pretending with everything in him that he didn’t want any of this.
Impossible though, especially when Regulus’ breath hitches as a gentle finger strokes over the curve of his jaw, trailing down the expanse of his neck. If James isn’t careful, he’ll be able to feel the heavy thrum of Regulus’ heart rate, increasing under the sudden touch.
James smells of amber and cardamom, sweet and spicy. Even under the touch, Regulus feels his body sway, under the trance that is James Potter’s touch. Leaning in, letting it happen. A breathy chuckle comes from James as his fingers curl around the back of Regulus’ head, guiding him to look at James.
Even in the soft darkness of the room, Regulus can make out how James’ lashes flutter, blinking slowly. The gentle pout of his mouth, head cocked to the side with a question.
“Do you want it, Regulus?” he asks softly, fingers massaging gently at the nape of Regulus’ neck.
“No.” Regulus swallows, throat bobbing.
“Don’t lie to me, Reg.”
“Why—why would I lie?”
James’ mouth turns into a lopsided grin, his free hand taking purchase on Regulus’ thigh. Tentative at first, testing the waters. When Regulus doesn’t move, James squeezes lightly, pushing the boundaries even more. But Regulus’ body keeps betraying him, a pathetic whimper falling from his mouth as his facade crumbles.
“You’re not doing a very good job at being honest with me, love.”
“Shut up,” Regulus hisses, embarrassed with how he wants this. How he’s just letting it happen without question. How his whole body seizes from the simple love.
It’s a ghosting of lips against the sharp cut of his cheekbone, cheeks flaring up a warm crimson. At least it’s dark enough to hide that part from James.
“Tell me the truth, love,” James pushes, warm breath cascading across his cheek.
“James,” Regulus breathes out, unable to resist how his body presses closer to James’ touch.
“Tell me,” James urges, lips gliding across his face, brushing towards Regulus’ nose.
“I—”
“Tell me no, and I’ll stop right now. Nobody has to know. Let them think whatever they want. I just need you to tell me, Regulus.”
The way his name falls from James’ mouth sends a shiver down his spine, head turning quickly, no longer caring about it. He can’t say it out loud, no matter how bad the words sit on his tongue, threatening to tumble out. Instead, he makes the move, capturing James’ mouth with his own.
Surprised at first, James inhales sharply, hand stilling on the back of Regulus’ neck. For a moment, Regulus doesn’t think it’ll amount to more, fear creeping up his spine until it’s placated by James drawing him into his lap. Hands on Regulus’ hips, mouths moving together in unison.
He’s kissing James Potter.
Kissing James Potter while straddling his lap. In James Potter’s bedroom. On his bed.
What the fuck.
It doesn’t amount to more than that, James’ hands staying firm on Regulus’ hips. James’ tongue does, however, tease at Regulus’ lips. To which Regulus caves, letting James’ tongue explore his mouth. A gentle nip of teeth, tugging at his lower lip. A low whine comes from Regulus, back arching.
James cradles his body close to his own, holding his ground. Regulus is helpless, letting the life be kissed out of him. The mouth on his is soft and warm, tongue a gentle caress, wet and warm. And Regulus wants more. Even as his hips threaten to grind down, James holds him firm, not letting it enter dangerous territory.
It comes to a crashing end far sooner than Regulus would like, interrupted by a loud banging on the door.
“Better be decent in there. That’s my little brother, James,” Sirius yells through the door.
Chest rising and falling, both of theirs, they rest their foreheads against one another. Sharing breath. Regulus’ lips feel swollen and warm, impossible to get out of this situation without everyone on the other side of the door knowing exactly what they got up to.
“Go on a date with me,” James whispers, thumbs tracing soothing circles on Regulus’ hips.
Regulus swallows, blinking.
“Please,” James all but begs.
Silently, Regulus nods, head knocking gently against James’. If he dares to speak out loud, he doesn’t know how his voice will come out. But James is insistent, tilting his head back to try and get a better view.
“Use your words, love,” James pleads just as another heavy knock comes on the door.
“James Fleamont Potter, you fucker,” Sirius shouts.
“Let them fucking be,” another voice, sounding suspiciously like Remus, comes through, beckoning Sirius back from the door.
Unable to resist the curve of his mouth into a small smile, he does. Lips curving, a tiny closed mouth smile, he nods again, murmuring out a simple, “Okay.”
A mouth is on his again, a smile pressed to his mouth. Unclear if it’s a proper kiss or not, Regulus takes it anyway. Letting the feeling of James’ lips on his own drown out the sound of his brother banging on the door.
Everyone can think what they want. Regulus doesn’t even care anymore.
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lonely-night · 3 months
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BQ!Seven and Janeway... much to think about
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learnelle · 6 months
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Do you ever just get so tired and end up writing secononondly, unsure why it looks a lil off 👁👁
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cozylittleartblog · 2 years
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swatchvember: "beach episode"
an appropriate use of swatch's powers: drastically renovating the cafe every other month For Funsies! just shove a whole entire normal beach in there. why not. wear the worst outfit of your life. why not
they can't swim
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day 1 of tumblr polls: omg so fun! everyone vote for your favourite character lol
day 16 of tumblr polls: we are drowning in vanilla extract no land in sight you are coming down with me hand in unloveable hand 
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icantalk710 · 20 days
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Concert vibes 🎶
(Ft my new Cloud Nothings shirt)
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natreads · 1 year
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Where I’ll be this weekend
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cupc4ke88 · 4 months
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🩷W.E.D.N.E.S.D.A.Y🩷
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ryonello · 5 months
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a shrimp fried this rice :3
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naffeclipse · 4 months
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Last Line Challenge
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).
Thank you @themeeplord for tagging me! This caught me off guard because I've been working on a side comfort fic and it's very out of context
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Tagging @o-cinnamonstickz @lavenoon @muscletoe
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