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tampire · 4 months
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Canada's Drag Race S04E07:
From Drags to Riches: The Rusical
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ellecdc · 2 months
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formal announcement 📣
HERE YE HERE YE
ellecdc is mother (and is married to me)
that’s is goodbye
*struts in while blasting RuPaul’s Call Me Mother on my phone*
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shujubeelamoglia · 1 year
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Makayla Couture
Call Me Mother
House of Dulcet
Family Photo Look
Photography by Eric Dalby
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kaixcastiel27 · 2 years
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does anyone want me to do a reaction to this amazing drama as a rewatch?
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lipsyncforyourlife · 5 months
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Drag Race Germany 112 Grand Finale The last three queens fight for the crown and the 100,000 Euro prize by performing RuPaul's hit song "Call Me Mother" and showing off their best looks on the runway.
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s-aint-elmo · 3 months
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part 2 of my pining falin agenda aka I STAND WITH MARCILLE THAT DRESS WAS CUNT
part 1
(ID in alt text)
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tampire · 1 year
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Electric House and House of Eclipse at the Absolut Empires Ball Prelims in Toronto
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taetaespeaches · 1 year
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Liv u and drunk anon are like my moms validating my feelings about missing physical touch 🫰And I’d hug the shit out of you both if we ever got to meet! ooo
This is so sweet :( I'm glad you feel validated. I'd hug the shit out of you too!
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shujubeelamoglia · 2 years
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Makayla Couture
House of Dulcet
Call Me Mother
Adoption Day Look
Photography by Eric Dalby
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weburlesque · 1 year
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Nautically Naked w/ Newfound Lad
Released: June 20, 2022 Recorded: March 17, 2022
listen: https://weburlesque.wordpress.com/2022/06/20/162-nautically-naked-w-newfound-lad/
Newfound Lad joins Viktor Devonne to talk about the wilds of Canada and its influence on their performance style.  Lad is a stylish burlesque/boylesque dancer, which toes and legs dipped in the drag scene, as both a soloist and participant in the illustrious BoylesqueTO.  Back in St. John’s, Lad is resuming their stagework after the pandemic and reflects on makeup, being naked in public, gender, and dressing as a lobster.
Newfound Lad on IG: @newfoundladto
Dragged Home: Dropping anchor in Newfoundland’s drag scene article; https://thedancecurrent.com/article/dragged-home/
— WEBurlesque Podcast Nework is the creation of Viktor Devonne. Episode 162 call hook by Baron Atomy. Podcast artwork by Logan Laveau, WEBurlesque the Podcast cover art photography by Atticus Stevenson. Theme song, “On a 45” by This Way to the Egress, used with permission. Incidental music via pixabay.com under fair use. Visit weburlesquepodcast.com for notes on this and every episode. Follow @weburlesque and @viktordevonne on just about every platform, and support the podcast via patreon.com/weburlesque or via Venmo @Viktor-Devonne. Don’t got the cash? Please follow, subscribe, and give 5 stars on every platform you can get your hands on. It really does help. All original material is owned by Viktor Devonne and White Elephant Burlesque Corporation; all other materials property of their respective copyright. No infringement, while likely, is intended.
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rainwolfheart · 2 years
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i have my first hrt appointment on the same day as the call me mother s2 premiere. the universe really said trans rights for wednesday october 26
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kaixcastiel27 · 2 years
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Does anyone want to join my preimer? I will be talking about what I plan for the next few weeks
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konigsblog · 25 days
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a continuation from this post. ;3
baker-könig who puts his cum your food... 🍰🍪🧁
cw: perv!könig, loser!könig. MDNI 18+ 🔞
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baker-könig adores your reaction to his baked goods. the sweetness and the tanginess of the tarts he provides and bakes for you, his girthy, hot cock throbbing in the tight confines of his boxer briefs when you comment on the touch of saltiness.
he spends hours in the kitchen, sweat dripping from his forehead and the smell of the warm, sugary desserts catching your attention. what you don't know is that könig has jerked off into the bowl, mixing his bitter and salty arousal into the batter. he's so eager to hear your comments and compliments, getting off later in private to your words playing back in his head.
each stroke leaves könig breathless, his calloused fingers wrapped around his meaty shaft, gripping his large, hung cock firmly. there is flour and sugar all over the countertops, and ingredients are scattered around the kitchen. fat globs of his hot, thick release are spurted from the head of his lengthy dick and into the mixing bowl, his breath laborious and heavy.
he watches as you take a bite of the freshly baked, delicious cupcake, giggling at the perfect taste. you smile at him, telling him it's the best batch you've ever tasted. fuck, your compliments leave könig sexually frustrated, grinning perversely, and eyeing you up as you enjoy multiple of the cupcakes.
only when you suck him off for the first time do you recognise the familiar saltiness in his thick cum...
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deadsetobsessions · 3 months
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Tim had forgotten, in his one man (and the admittedly liberal usage of hired guns) crusade at everything that had hurt his family, that he was technically a child. A time traveling 21 year old Tim Drake in his younger body, sure, but he’s still a nine year old child.
Tim was violently, unpleasantly reminded of this as he opened his front door to… Gotham Primary’s truancy officer.
Oh shit. He still had to go to school. Tim scrambled for an excuse.
“Hello, Timothy. Are your parents home?”
“Uh- no, sir. Only my nanny. I’ve been really,” think, Timothy, think! Are you Red Robin for nothing? “really sick. She went out for some medicine.”
Tim knew what the officer saw as he looked down at him, a pale, drawn little boy who looked like a sickly Victorian child. He has no idea that Tim had the beginnings of lean muscles and strong grip strength underneath his baggy clothes.
“I see. I’ll have to talk to your nanny, then. We need to be informed of when you’re ill, Timothy.”
“Oh. She-” shit, shit, shit! “Doesn’t speak English.” Was that racist? That felt racist. Gods, he probably sounds like a snobby classist elite. “I’ll let my mom know to email you, sir?”
The truancy officer sighed. By Tim’s lucky stars, he agreed. The man pulled out a singular paper from his plastic folder, clearly used to this kind of thing, especially from the elites of Gotham, and said, “Email the school. And have her sign this note, please.”
Tim nodded seriously. Like hell he would.
When the officer was gone, Tim closed the gate immediately. He had forgotten to close it after getting back home from stalking the Bats last night. Well, Bat, singular, because Jason was still benched.
Tim sighed, grabbing a pen to fluidly forge Janet Drake’s signature on his paper about truancy and proper procedures and what not. Then, he moved to the computer, easily stealing his mother’s credentials, emailing the school about his sick leave, and their decision to have him home schooled.
He’d miss Ives, but honestly, Tim needed the free time. Plus, maybe this way, he’ll graduate high school this time around. He drafted another email to the counselor, asking them what kind of curriculum and tests he needed to pass to obtain future degrees and what not.
He gets an email back, with all of the testing required and the steps “Young Timothy” should take in order to succeed in the rest of his academic career. Tim would like to point out he’s nine, and that this was pretentious. Helpful, sure, but pretentious all the same.
“That’s what people don’t mention about time traveling. It’s all fun and games until you get hit with the mundane and tedious things.” Tim muttered, setting up his appointments for testing. He’ll have to find someone to drive him to the tests…
His mind turned to his neighbors… hm. That’s a possibility.
Tim wiped all traces of his activities from his mother’s email, doing a quick and hidden bit of rerouting to get any educational emails regarding him sent to his own inbox.
Tim swigged a mouthful of coffee and continued on his merry way.
His new goal?
Find Cassandra Cain.
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