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Man. Depression is a bitch. Weight gain, dirty ass bedroom, hella dark thoughts? But I’m getting through it slowly but surely. Channeling happiness by doing new and different Pride makeup looks, focusing on bettering myself, even getting my health sorted. I got my fallopian tubes removed in April. Now I don’t have to worry about all these men focusing on abortion laws. And I can be child free for life that really improved my mental health while being in Florida.

Is this a drunken/anxiety induced rant? Yes. Will absolutely no one see it? Oh for sure. I haven’t been active on tumblr in ages. But do I feel a little better? Absolutely. Sometimes you just have to shout into the void.

For those few who made it through this have my new and epic Pride makeup looks as a reward. We have two rainbow flag looks followed by a bisexual Pride look.

#Pride #pride 2023 #queer pride #bisexual #makeup #makeup looks #rant #drunk rant #shouting into the tumblr void #pedro pascal #depression #anxiety #weight loss #queer #gay #Florida #help

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Elon desperately needs attention. His sad life has plunged to neo-nazis and antisemitism.

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my cartoon for yesterday’s @guardian books

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Me to Roy when he asked Keeley that fucking question:

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Roy chose out. I assumed.

TED LASSO S03E08: WE'LL NEVER HAVE PARIS

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Coach Beard + his quest to not talk to people

BONUS:

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Thots and such you say...

Let's see if this strikes some creativity 😈

Well... That was unexpected, but boy did it give me a little idea.

A little Matthias Helvar blurb, set in the Seasons May Change universe.

Matthias Helvar x reader

Warnings: Inconvenient boners, summer dresses is a warning in themselves, kissing, unprotected sex.

Notes: unbeta'ed and barely edited.

Words: 642

”Matthias.” You warn him, voice stern but still with a playful tone. It’s the third time his warm hands have found their way under your summer dress to grope your ass and normally you’d love the attention, but not now. You were stuck at a garden party at your parents’ house, surrounded by neighbors and family.

“I’m sorry, min hajefetla.” He apologizes, planting a soft kiss on your neck before whispering in your ear. “But you look so good in that dress, I can’t keep my hands off you.”

His breath ghost over your skin and even in this hot weather, it makes your skin break out in goosebumps. He slowly removes his hand, letting your dress fall back down, but you still feel the heat radiate of his palms as they find their way to your waist.

“Yeah, well-” You swallow hard, finding it harder to focus as his hands dig softly into the flesh of your hip. He pulls you closer and you feel his hard cock poke at your leg. You huff out a laugh, your breathing already strained as you look up into his beautiful eyes, the blue almost gone by his lust blown pupils.

“Y-you have to behave until we get home.” You stutter, still feeling his hardness rub against you. The look of disappointment is painted all over his face, but he still nods, understanding. Still, he doesn’t pull away, his hands still on your hips and his eyes fixed on your lips.

After all this time, his desire for you haven’t faltered. Some days it like he needs you like others need air and the feeling is mutual. Right in that moment, when you look into his eyes seeing nothing but love and lust, you don’t even care where you are. You want him.

Without anyone noticing, you lead him away from the party towards the back of the garden. The small guest house would have to suffice.

The air is almost knocked out of you as Matthias slams you against the nearest wall. You’re barely in the door, before his lips claim yours. The kisses are heated, eager as he pins you between him and the wall. His hands run down your curves, grabbing behind your thighs as he crouch down to lift you up. wrapping your legs around his waist, you continue to kiss him, moaning at the taste of him.

You gasp as Matthias trails kisses down the column of your neck, his warm breath on your skin making you shiver. You moan out his name, as Matthias’ hard length rub against your already soaking wet core. With ease, as if you weigh nothing, Matthias steps towards the bed in the corner.

He lays you down, kissing you softly before breaking away. For a moment, you stare at each other, out of breath. The lust gives way to softness as he takes you in, his hand caressing your cheek. Matthias closes the gap between you with a passionate kiss that soon turns hungry, needy.

His hands move to the hem of your dress, lifting it up over your hips. Eagerly, you fumble with his zipper, not even caring about the rest of his or your clothes. Your body is screaming for release, for him. Your whole body is on fire and only he can quiet the flames.

“Matthias, please.” You whimper as you pump his hard cock, desperate to feel him inside you. Heading your plea, he rips your panties to the side, lining his cock up at your entrance. As he slowly push in, inch by delicious inch, you moan out his name once more.

“You always sing so beautifully for me, min hajefetla.” He moans, bottoming out in you. With another passionate kiss, he begins thrusting into you and you make a mental note to wear summer dresses more often.

Tagging: @e-dubbc11 @itwasthereaminuteago @mattmurdocksscars @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @realfernmayo

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Hello Mr. Gaiman

What are Crowley thought on dolphins, this is very important to me

Aziraphale thinks that they are evidence of the hand of God and they are intelligent and wise and playful.

Crowley likes the idea of Dolphins but does not entirely trust them and if pushed would explain that there's something suspicious about any creature that smiles all the time.

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Break

Summary: When Joel Miller walked into the diner, they knew he wasn’t here for food. He was here for you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

Rating: E

Warnings: pre-outbreak, smut (fingering, unprotected sex, public sex), little bit of breeding kink, ass play, somewhat established relationship, some fluff, bittersweet end (cause outbreak)

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“You gotta keep quiet for me, sugar. Can you do that?” his lips were close to your ear, one of his hands working with the zipper of your pants. 

“Uh huh,” you shuddered. 

“Good girl,” he licked over your cheek, making you groan quietly. 

His hand slipped into your pants, his fingers going straight for your pussy, two fingers pushing inside. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the door with a soft thump, your lips parting for air. 

“Always so fucking wet for me. Miss this pussy all day,” he pumped his fingers inside of you slowly, watching you with dark eyes.

“Joel, please…” you whined. He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows before his lips closed around one of your nipples, sucking harshly. He always unbuttoned your work flannel first, pulling your tits out of your bra, loving to suck bruises on them only he knew about. 

Joel liked tits, but he loved yours. 

“We gotta be quick,” he mumbled against your tits.

“Then fucking stop teasin’ me and fuck me, Miller,” you moaned quietly. He bit into your skin, only just so he knew a new bruise would form during your night shift. He kissed your lips hard.

“Turn around,” he snarled, his fingers pulling out of you and you obeyed immediately, turning around your hands laying flat against the door of the storage room he had dragged you into under the watchful eyes of your co-workers who had only rolled their eyes with a knowing smile. 

When Joel Miller walked into the diner, they knew he wasn’t here for food. 

He was here for you. 

With both of your busy schedules and him having a daughter you had to get… creative to spend time together. 

You fumbled with your jeans, pushing them down your legs while you heard the cling of his belt buckle hitting the floor, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he leaned close. 

“You wanna fuck my pussy?” you teased, looking over your shoulder. 

“Or you wanna fuck my ass?” you wiggled your ass, yelping when he slapped you hard. 

“You’d let me fuck that tight little ass and then go back to work?” 

The tip of his cock slipped over your hole, making you shudder. 

“With my cum deep inside of you?” 

“Your cum will be inside me no matter where you fuck me, baby,” you grinned and he groaned. 

“Happy fucking birthday to me,” he shook his head with a grin. He teased your ass a minute or two before he coated his cock with your slick and pushed inside of your pussy, making you moan quietly. 

“Always taking me so fuckin’ well,” he groaned, slowly moving inside of you, letting you get used to his girth. 

You both jumped when someone knocked on the door from outside. 

“You have three minutes until your break is over,” one of your co-workers yelled. You laughed when you were sure they were gone, looking over your shoulder to find Joel looking at you. 

“Better get on with it then, Miller,” you hummed. 

“Hold on, darlin’. I’ll get you to cum in two,” he said, winking at you and then he began to move. Fucking into you from behind like a man possessed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh on your hips to keep you in space, his cock filling you over and over and over, making you lightheaded, your whole body humming in ecstasy. 

Sex never felt like this before, like every part of your body longed to be with him.

“You gonna let me breed his little pussy? Make you drip with my cum while you serve food all night?” he asked, and you nodded, biting your lip to keep quiet. 

“Gonna fill you up so good, darlin’,” he promised, fucking you harder. One of his arms wrapped around your middle, his hand grabbing one of your tits as he pulled you against his chest, his other hand on your jaw. One of your hands held onto his arm around your middle.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself cum on my cock, baby,” he whispered against your ear. His hand wrapped over your mouth as you brought one of your hands between your legs, rubbing your clit.

You cried out against his hand, your orgasm approaching quickly as he fucked up into you, his cock hitting that special spot inside of you with every thrust .

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned as your orgasm washed over you, milking his cock before he spilled his cum in you, pumping it deep inside. 

His hand left your mouth and you turned your head to kiss him. Hard.

“Happy birthday baby,” you smiled against his lips, making him smile. 

He helped you dress and look somewhat not freshly fucked before you walked out of the storrage room, hand in hand, ignoring the knowing looks from your co-workers who were grinning at you. These people were like the family you never had and you would endure all the teasing forever if you’d be able to spend more time with Joel Miller. 

You walked him to the door and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against his chest, his nose rubbing over yours. 

“How about you come over for breakfast tomorrow?” he asked. 

“Does Sarah have practice?” you frowned. He shook his head. 

“I want you to meet her. I wanna make us official, darlin’” he said and you took a deep breath, a smile sneaking to your lips. 

“I’d love that,” you whispered.

He kissed you softly, his forehead resting against yours. 

“I better get home. I’m already late, she’ll be pissed,” he sighed. You kissed him again. 

“You sure you don’t want to take some cake?” you asked. He shook his head. 

“It’s too late now. Bring a cake tomorrow?”

“I can do that,” you smiled. He kissed you. You wanted to say those three little words that were lingering in the back of your mind. But this wasn’t the time or place. So instead you said three other words.

“Happy birthday Joel,” you smiled, taking a step back. 

“See you tomorrow,” he winked before he turned around. You watched after him until his truck drove off, not knowing that only hours later the world as you knew it would end. 

And that it would be years until you’d meet Joel Miller again. 

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