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thatdykepunkslut · 3 months

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Taylors wift is just elon musk for horse girls and gays who are afraid of faggots

#punkblogging #if any of y'all call me a fucking misogynist for this #I literally almost exclusively listen to women fronted bands it's not because she's a woman #I even listen to pop sometimes!!! (I mean not radio pop but still)#she is just fucking lame as a human being and she's an awful songwriter and an industry plant in the exact same ways as musk #I could say this about most men in the music industry as well but no one is out here fucking worshipping... idek I literally #do not know enough men fronted bands to put together an example

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martyschoenleber · 5 months

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December 10: Liturgies for Life

I will attempt to post at midnight the day before for the day intended. If you are a subscriber (free) it will arrive in your email and be ready for use when you wake up. Let’s start, live and finish each day pointing our hearts to Jesus. A Morning Call to Worship Read Psalm 70 and 100 May the morning sun greet you and sing hope into your heart.May joyful noise and gladness ascend from Your…

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#Benedictions #Calls to Worship #Psalm 10 #Psalm 100 #Psalm 130 #Psalm 40 #Psalm 70 #Psalms #Worship

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deanjohn · 8 months

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From Assia Wevill’s journal, in reference to Ted Hughes | The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter

#plath calling ted hughes oh hungry hungry in her journal and assia wevill saying this in hers…..#anyway. dean and john #words #comparatives #you are my church. you are my place of worship.#bug.txt

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stoutpancakes · 3 days

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Okay but chubby chaser! Johnny...

Chubby chaser! Johnny who spots you from across the bar and knows you're the one.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who drinks in your curves, from your full breasts down to your pudgy tummy and wide hips.

Chubby chaser! Johnny whose pants get a little too tight just from the way your lips are moving as you talk to your friend.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who imagines you bent over with the jiggle of your ass as he thrusts into you.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who is dying to suckle at your breasts, knowing very well he can treat you just right.

Chubby chaser! Johnny who just has to muster up the courage to go and talk to a beauty such as yourself.

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terrac0tta-m0mmy · 20 days

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The lesbian are burrowing into my brain again. I am contractually obligated to draw Cassandra and purple characters as much as possible.

#dimension 20 #cassandra dimension 20 #ankarna #digital art #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high #procreate art #kristen applebees #fig faeth #fig is gonna end up worshipping Ankarna #calling it now #someone said they're so twilight sparkle and sunset shimmer coded #and they were right to say it #dropout

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angelboybreakdowns · 3 months

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i haaaaaate when ppl are going on about ‘oh im so unlovable nobody likes me’ shut up everyone is lovable. it came free with your fucking humanity bitch

#ik im gonna sound like a hippie but i love people and i love humanity and its just such bullshit to call yourself unlovable #even like. even horrible people have people who love them #if fucking elon musk is out here with all these tech bros worshipping the ground he walks on then youre worthy of love and devotion too #rambling

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lazycranberrydoodles · 5 months

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diversity win! your doomed greek tragedy ship is genderfluid!

#their fem forms are. incredibly self indulgent #hello beef and leaf i get off work at 5 ………#sqx. transgender georg. born a boy raised a girl ascended as a guy worshipped as a woman #my headcanon is that he xuan is identically genderfucked 1) it increases the er #um. the parallels. 2) its funny #not calling these their male and female forms cause i a #m a butch lesbian and that would be hypocritical #actually. you know what. the ones on the left are he/him and the ones on the right are she/her. hope this helps #sqx: COME ONNN MINGXIONG hx: fuck off i dont want to have a ‘girls night’ (spent an hour picking out their outfit and is applying makeup)#thats a faux bob. btw. sqx is very good at them by now #FUCK I FORGOT HE XUANS LIPSTICK. ... if the stars align ill fix it #tgcf #my art #art #tian guan ci fu #hob #heaven official’s blessing #beefleaf #🥩🍃#shi qingxuan #he xuan #ming yi

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mooningoverthestars · 11 months

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girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls girls

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ghouljams · 2 months

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ANOTHER FASHION HISTORY NERD!!! YOU MAKE ME CRY TEARS OF JOY!!!

I hate seeing a period piece and then: ‘he pulled her panties down’ it gives me the ick�� pantaletts are a sexy concept! Just get through all the ribbon, silk and lace of her skirts? There’s no barrier, it’s sexy! It’s like crotchless panties but, better… idk why it’s better but, it is.

(I love those novels!!! ‘titillate’ is a funny word and very accurate to use as a descriptor. It feels like a cross between giggly and turned on, y’know?)

Lord Mactavish is so *sigh* … just picturing him in any way shape or form… when they’re actually married he takes her (us) back to his mansion? Chasing her through the manor house; through the winding halls… taking her (us) against the carpet until your knees are covered in rug burn. (I picture the massive mansion from the secret garden)

(Servants are scared to roam at night. It’s too awkward to look your lord and lady in they eye after seeing that)

When you go to get your dresses for the season, he comes with. “Leave extra room- need to alter it for her pregnancy soon.” You’re not pregnant. He intends to fix that and parade you around at every gala.

On god I am staring at period undergarments just to make sure I'm not misremembering when pantaletts became a thing lol. They weren't popular during the regency period so we can just pull the skirts up (drool) It's so much better than crotch-less panties you're right.

You're fucking doing something to me... Lord Mactavish parading you around at every gala, he knows full well that not everyone thinks it's proper to have you out and about when you're showing, he also knows that he's supposed to be using euphamisms. He still settles a hand on your stomach and proudly announces that his wife is "bred just like she's supposed to be" which gets him smacked and gets you fucked in whatever room he can get you into quickest. Grrrrrr I want him.

More Bodice Ripper Soap...

He likes this little game you play, you know he does. Barely married, and he's taken every opportunity(on every surface) to make sure you remember it. You can hear him whistling through the corridors of his manor, letting you know where he is at all times. It's also a warning to any servants still awake and busying themselves about the place. Your heart hammers in your chest as you press yourself back behind the door of the study. You know he saw you come this way, you made sure to close and open various doors along the way to try and throw him off.

It's funny, the anticipation of being caught makes your stomach heat, makes wetness slick your thighs. It's terribly improper, being chased through the house by your husband, you can't even remember what sparked it this time. He'd said something, he always says something, and you'd called him exactly what he is, a rake, a bodice ripper. He's laughed, mirthful and dark as the night outside your windows. Then he'd done just that, gripped your nightdress between two hands and ripped it open. Even now you're clutching it closed over your chest, feeling the frantic flutter of your heart under your fingers, and pretending it doesn't do something sinful to you.

The whistling comes close, you turn your head to peak through the crack left by the hinges. Your husband in all his glory, still in his hunting clothes, you half expect to see him carrying his gun or rope. His hands are lax by his sides as his eyes sweep the hall. He slows by an open door and turns to investigate. You're careful, quiet, as you make your way around the door, eyeing the room nearest you.

You can't stay here, not if he's stopping to look around. Your best bet is running, and hoping he doesn't catch you coming out. You tiptoe to the next room, press yourself to the wall and listen for Johnny's whistle. You close your eyes tight and hear him wander into another room. You take a steadying breath and poke your head out again, determined to make a run for it.

You dart past the next door, or try to. Johnny catches you by the throat, his thick fingers curling menacingly around your neck as you come to an abrupt halt. Your hands fly to his wrist and his grip tightens ever so slightly. "Caught you," He growls, "Shouldn't run from your husband, love." You're pulled against his chest, and bullied to the ground. He's not gentle putting you on your knees, but at least he has the compassion to follow you.

Compassion that flies out the window when his hand leaves your neck and grips your hair tight, pushing your face to the hall's carpet as he pulls your skirt up. You choke feeling his fingers prod your sopping cunt. Johnny makes a noise, a soft, pleased sound that has heat prickling over your skin. He drags his fingers through your folds, collecting the slick, enjoying the heat, before his touch leaves you. You squirm without meaning to, your hips moving to follow his fingers. He hums, fabric rustles, and then you hear him slicking his cock with your wetness.

"Fuck this pussy," He leans over you, forces you to take his weight, the blunt head of his cock teasing your entrance, "tell me she doesn't want me, that you don't love this."

You can't, it wouldn't be true, and he knows it. The best you can do is try to hide your face, nearly impossible with Johnny holding your hair so tightly, and whimper, "Can't."

"Can't what hen?" Johnny coos, "Can't tell me? Or can't take it?" You shake your head against the carpet, try to, at least. Johnny releases your hair, his hand moving to grip your hip hard enough to bruise instead. He ruts against you, his cock just catching at your entrance before slipping back over your slick folds. He presses his forehead between your shoulders. On another man it might be an almost tender gesture, but on Johnny it rings alarm bells in your head. "I'll make it fit," The smile in his voice makes your eyes roll back, "don't worry."

The tip of his cock presses more insistently against you, pushing into your cunt. Your back arches, your nails clawing the carpet as you gasp and whine. He stretches you open on his cock, the heat of his skin burning the same way the stretch does, like he's hoping he'll reshape you for himself. He shushes you, keeps you held tightly in place as he rocks his thick cock into you. You shake and shiver under him, knowing it only spurns him on. There's nothing you can think of that turns this man off of you, he seems annoyingly predisposed towards finding you charming.

Though perhaps charming isn't the right word. Tempting. No, tempted men don't always give into their wants. Your husband has never restrained himself around you, tempting you are not, you're magnetic, destined to attract the Lord Mactavish at every crossing.

You clench on his cock, feel his hips press against your ass, feel every tantalizing inch of him. You feel his teeth ghost over the back of your neck as he drags his cock out of your cunt. "Scream for me wife," He tells you,

and you do.

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ofswordsandpens · 4 months

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I'm sincerely very happy for anyone who is enjoying the show but every time I see takes that the show has improved the book characterizations or that the book characters are underdeveloped in comparison to the show...

#our experiences are very different lmao #pjo show crit #sure the show isn't completely out yet #but id argue that the characters (namely the trio) seem way more developed and well-rounded in the book by this point in time (episode 4)#and look im not saying every change the show has made is bad #but by and far there has yet to be a change to characterization that feels like an IMPROVEMENT from the source material lmao #the closest contender I'd say is show Percy does seem a tad angrier than book Percy #but again I wouldn't call that an improvement... its just different and I think that /change/ works because it feels like the same essence #but even that has had some issues because I feel like the show has inadvertently cut down some of Percy's canon book empathy here and there #I think the show has nailed Annabeth's pride and intelligence and her warped worship of her mother #... but they've also made her hyper competent to the point that she's not making half of the mistakes she did in the book #which ISNT good because book annabeth is smart but she isn't infallible #its a big point that she has the theoretical intelligence but none of the real world experience/application #she gets tricked by medusa and goes to visit the Arch just cause she loves architecture and that's okay!! she's twelve and a nerd!#I also dont like that they've cut/toned down her little crush on Luke #actually they've not even showcased the familial bond between annabeth and Luke either in the show so like lmao #and then grover #by now grover's fear of failure and repeating this past mistakes and wanting a license has already been acknowledged in the books at least #in the show?? not so much #and his canon book suspicions and wariness of medusa... were given to annabeth #like medusa in the book was Grover's moment to shine cause his instincts were right!#and in the book fight he even very intentionally attacked medusa #but his highlights there were cut completely in the show #and finally sally #...idk who that is in the show but that's NOT my sally jackson #percy jackson #mine

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mausinly · 3 months

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I think the biggest part about being in a relationship with Nikto is that you help him relearn things about himself, about his body and his mind. It takes a bit, but somehow, you convince him to let you touch him. It would have been easier if it had been for sex. That's mindless and instinctual enough for him not to worry about. He could have sex with you, no problem (lie).

But no. This was a different touch. Instead of pushing his pants down, your hands carefully push his shirt up, just under his chest. You don't make any moves to pull it off, just keeps it there as your fingers trace along his torso. The pads of your fingers feel each dip and muscle and he tries not to shiver when your nails ghost over his scars.

It's about the sensations. It's about finding all the latches and hooks that hold him together and letting you pull him apart. You pull back his layers and teach yourself about every gear and wire, every muscle and tendon. Then you put him back together exactly as he was. You didn't want to fix him. You wanted to know him

Your deft hands cradle his head, lips kiss across his mangled face as you whisper the most foreign, loving, painful words to him.

Something about the way you hold him makes him feel small. Sometimes, he doesn't want to be big. Sometimes, he'll humor you and let you pull him into your lap. He's such a behemoth, but the way your hands squeeze his hips as you grin up at him makes him feel precious, like a prized pet to be pampered.

It'll take a while, but he'll be a lapdog if you want him to be. Do you want him to bark? Beg on his knees? You've worshipped him, let him worship you more.

#maus writes #nikto x reader #nikto cod #nikto call of duty #cod nikto #call of duty nikto #basically loving nikto is a journey of helping him regain a sense of autonomy #remind him that hes human when he forgets #worship his body like the most glorious altar and tell him hes good #ough i wanna make this into a proper fic #cod x reader #call of duty x reader

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martyschoenleber · 5 months

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December 4: Liturgies for Life

A Morning Call to Worship Psalm 34 Bless the LORD at all times, but especially to start the day.May His praises inhabit your mouth, And may your boasts of Him be both humble and glad.May you taste and see that He is good.And may His goodness remind you throughout the daythat He redeems all who take refuge in Him. An Afternoon Prayer of Confession Psalm 64, 94 Sometimes Lord, dullness and lethargy…

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#Benedictions #Calls to Worship #Psalm 124 #Psalm 34 #Psalm 4 #Psalm 64 #Psalm 94 #Psalms #Worship

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kathy-ifnt · 6 months

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Do u like sleep token? XD

Whole thing on my PATREON

#call of duty #cod #cod fanart #konig #konig fanfiction #konig smut #konig x oc #konig x y/n #sleep token #sleep token worship #worshitposting #konig fanart #fanart #crossover fanart

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stoutpancakes · 4 months

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tummy love: john price x reader

female reader in mind! it's very self indulgent because this fandom needs more chubby!reader content, and who better to do it with than john price? the drabble starts under the cut! enjoy :)

It was with large handfuls of the fatty tissue of her stomach, lined with lightning bolts of stretchmarks and littered with dimples from cellulite, that he tugs her further against his throbbing cock. Calloused hands knead away at each dip and roll, and her gummy walls clench tighter around him.

John lets out a choked groan at the telltale sign of her orgasm quickly approaching much like his own, yet his grip remained firm on her stomach with each slap of his hips against her ass. A muffled moan is tugged from her lips, a call of his name that has John’s head spinning and balls tightening.

“Feel s’good, lovie…”

He punctuates the words with the grind of his hips and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. His grip on her tummy tightens – her beautiful, goddess like middle that he had previously peppered with scratchy kisses because he was a weak man when it came to everything about her. The sight was one to behold, along with the jiggle of her ass when John’s hips pick up the pace and caused another breathy moan to meet his ears like the sweetest song.

“Atta girl, let go now… f’me?”

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loveindefinitely · 3 months

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♱ 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 WE'D STILL WORSHIP THIS LOVE — alex x gaz x reader

✩ part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

// read on ao3.

!!description.

You know love is real. You've felt it, tasted it, heard it, seen it -- all within the eyes of the two men you hold dearest.

Gaz is, well, Gaz -- always flirting, always one wink away from finding himself being taken home to someone else's bed. Alex is head over heels for Farah, who you really, really think is not interested in him. Or anyone, for that matter. Every day spent with the two chips at your soul, your heart a stuttering beat in your chest when their hands brush against your skin.

All it takes is one night, one shot, and one rejection to have the three of you stumbling into bed together at last. (And into each other's hearts.)

!!characters.

kyle 'gaz' garrick + alex keller

!!warnings.

nsfw, fem!reader, fmm, polyamory, threesome, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, partying, drinking, getting together, praise kink, soft sex, light degradation, l-bombs, mutual pining,⚔️

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forestshadow-wolf · 3 months

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Ghost sees himself as a terrible person so he lies to convince himself that his actions were necessary/makes him less of a bad person (he doesn't need to tho). No no he had to do that or his team would have been in danger.

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Soap sees himself as a terrible person, but instead of trying to rationalize his actions to make himself seem better, he lies to make himself seem even worse than he is. He wasn't even thinking about his team then, it was just lucky that he didn't kill them all.

They know eachother inside and out. They know exactly how the other thinks.

Soap knows just how to remind ghost that he's good. That he's not this terrible unforgivable /thing/. That sure maybe some of the things he's done are, objectively, terrible, but that that does not make him a bad person.

Ghost knows how to refute soap perfectly without invalidating his feelings. Knows that soap doesn't actually want people to think he's a bad person, but thinks he deserves it. He knows how to explain from an objective but gentle standpoint how what he did/didn't do may not have been good persay, but it's nowhere near as bad as he twists it to be

#soap is just /so/ easy to project onto sometimes #also I think the sex would be very tender and worshipping (both physically and emotionally)#but I can't post that here #maybe on my sideblog #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #tagging as ->#body worship #as well because I want people to think about physical love as a way to show emotional love as well #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles

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