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skywstuff · 11 months
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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse 🕸️
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like/reblog if you save plss. ♡
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graysonsyd · 2 years
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Friendly neighborhood so-and-so.
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basickabyl · 6 months
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Its Pizza Time on the set. Tonight we learn to spell and find some eyeballs.
My Friendly Neighborhood is an FPS survival horror game where you must navigate an abandoned studio populated with sentient puppets. As a repairman tasked with shutting down the studio's antenna interrupting the city's broadcasts, we must duct tape the residents, shoot letters, survive hugs, make friends and maybe learn how to be a good neighbor along the way.
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wwwfvckyou · 9 months
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Funko Pop Marvel Spider Man No Way Home (Friendly Neighborhood) - 1158
Link para compra BR: https://amzn.to/3YgXGrk
Buy here: https://amzn.to/3Y9Pf0V
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microsff · 1 year
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"I want," the man said to the art robot, and then described an image in some detail. "Certainly," said the art robot. A printout came out of its chest. "Thank y- Hey! What's this?" "A list of artists who make images of the kind you describe, and who are accepting commissions."
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steamedtangerine · 2 months
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avarkriss · 20 days
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listen. listen to me so carefully right now. (if you're in the eclipse path/planning on viewing). please don't stare directly at the sun tomorrow. i am begging you - do not stare at it. if you got eclipse glasses off of amazon/other, please put them on in your house and make sure you can't see anything; if you can still see like regular sun glasses, they are not safe for eclipse viewing, you will burn your retinas, and we cannot fix that. eclipse glasses should be iso/ce certified, and aas (american astronomical society) approved. please make smart choices and protect your eyes. please.
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lowpolyanimals · 7 months
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Rats from My Friendly Neighborhood
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pleading-the5th · 9 months
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ok i need to find the people obsessed with puppets WHERE ARE YOU BITCHES
im talking The Muppets, Fraggle Rock, Welcome Home, My Friendly Neighborhood, etc WHERE IS THE FANDOM REVEAL YOURSELVES
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psychedelic-ink · 1 year
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hornee joel request: soft to feral!joel. he's is an acts of service man who sometimes tries to start with softer touches in the dark, but as he gets more worked up those touches become rougher, more desperate. to the point he's got you bent in half, hands on the back of your knees, not even bothering to get fully undressed. gruff, whiskey-scented praise in your ear ("you like that, girlie? that feel good?"). also I heartily agree with pussydrunk!joel anon lol
alright, so when I first read this when you said "to the point he's got you bent in half" my brain immediately jumped to him bending reader over a surface of some kind and only understood what you meant after reading it again but I've already started writing it, sorry for misunderstanding your request! my bad but I hope you enjoy it still <333
𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒
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pairing: joel miller x f!reader
genre: smut, minors dni
word count: 1.2k
summary: It starts with soft touches hidden by the dark. In a world where finding one bed is considered lucky, it means that you and Joel frequently share one. He offers to sleep on the floor, or a tattered couch every time and every time your answer is the same. No. 
warnings: rough sex, piv, joel being joel, angry sex, you-almost-died sex, feral!joel
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It starts with soft touches hidden by the dark. 
In a world where finding one bed is considered lucky, it means that you and Joel frequently share one. He offers to sleep on the floor, or a tattered couch every time and every time your answer is the same. No. 
Then it starts. His large hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, his confined cock hot and aching under his jeans. It’s only that at first. Grinding, accompanied by heavy breathing. His scarred hands sneak under your shirt, he grips your breasts, flicking your pebbled nipples with the tips of his fingers. When Joel comes he makes a choked-out sound, swallowing his groans either by biting into your shoulder or breathing heavily through his nose. 
It’s just that. 
Until it’s not. 
You expect to die when a clicker tackles you to the hard ground. It makes a jarring move to bite you and you manage to swerve away from it. But you know you can’t hold on for long. This is it. The end. 
A gunshot echoes, then another one, and then another, until the clicker’s lifeless body falls limp on top of you. Joel shoves it away with a kick, lifts—no—he yanks you up from the ground. So hard that your shoulder ached from the sheer force of it. He’s angry, livid even. 
He doesn’t look at you for the rest of the evening. Barely glances at you when you give him his portion of expired Chef Bouyardee. He just scowls, the crease between his brows deep. 
Frustrated, you drop your plate and head further inside the deserted house. Heading into the first room, you notice it probably used to be a study room. Dust covers every surface and you step forward, touching the wooden table. It must’ve looked beautiful before the outbreak. Your fingers leave a trail of shiny wood in its wake. 
You pull away and shake your head, frustrated. 
Joel finds you. Crossing the room with large steps, he grips your waist. He pulls you flush against him, lips finding the skin between your shoulders and neck. You let out a sigh. 
“You’re not mad anymore?” 
“I told you to fuckin’ stay put,” he grunts, pushing you towards the table. “I’m fuckin’ furious.” 
You smell alcohol on his breath. He must’ve taken a couple of swigs before he came to find you, instead of eating. 
You can feel the dust from the table on your skin as he bends you over it. His large hands grip your hips, pushing you down further against the wood. Joel tugs down your pants until the pair hangs loosely over your knees. Kicking your legs further apart, he slides your underwear to the side and enters you in one swift thrust. You gasp, arching your back in response. Pain blossoms between your legs and your head spins. Hints of pleasure prickle at your skin, forcing a choked-out moan from your lips. He moves with an intensity that makes your body quiver, pushing you further and further against the table. 
"You like that, girlie?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "Does that feel good?"
You shudder at how deep his voice had gone. You nod frantically, moans ripping from your throat. He pulls out enough so it’s only the head of his cock stretching you, and with one sharp thrust, he sinks into your heat. You jerk forward, nails clawing at the table. 
“That’s it, take all of it,” he grinds into you, cock dragging against the soft spot that makes you see stars. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? For me to fuck you hard that you forget how shit the world is.” Joel makes a point of emphasizing every word with the slam of his hips. “Sweet thing, you are. Sweet, but fuckin’ reckless.” 
You can feel the splinters of the wood against your skin, but you don't care. Your nerves are on fire —you only feel him and nothing else. The sound of smacking flesh fills the room, his teeth deep in your shoulder as he wraps a hand around your throat. Joel pulls you until your back is flush against him, you hear his belt scraping against the floor with every hard thrust. Your lips part with a gasp. Your lungs expanding with the feel of his hand under your shirt. 
Suddenly his hips still. You’re surprised at how fast tears flood your eyes, blurring your already hazy vision. You whimper, and his cock twitches at the sound. 
“You gonna listen to me from now on?” he asks. “Are you gonna behave?” 
“Yes,” you whimper, sniffling. “I will just…move, please.” 
You lose your grounding, the room around you turning upside down. You find yourself sitting on the desk, your knees being pushed up until they touch your head. Your spine aches, however, the feeling is quickly forgotten when he pushes himself back inside. He feels bigger somehow, thicker.
Joel doesn’t say another word after that. He jackhammers his hips into yours like you’re a toy for him to use. Your breathing grows heavier, every nerve in your body coming alive. Between half-lidded eyes, you notice him looking down, watching his cock disappearing into your dripping cunt.
You’re shaking when his thumb starts circling your clit, heat swirls in your stomach, your muscles tense. Your body tingles with your nearing orgasm. It’s a steady push until Joel decides to part your folds as he fucks himself impossibly deeper. 
Tiny black dots dance across your vision and you cry out. Suddenly everything feels a hundred times more intense, your aching sex a ball of flame. Your fingers seek him out, a need to touch, to feel his heat against your skin. But you can barely reach his thighs with the way the two of you are positioned, the tips of your fingers desperately trying to take a hold of the tense muscle. 
You let out a shaking breath as your orgasm hits you like a truck. It doesn’t come in small, building waves. It’s violent and vivid, the pleasure needling into your skin. Joel finally grants you your wish and releases your legs, as they fall and frame his broad waist, you weakly wrap your arms around him. Only after the fact do you realize he leaned in for your embrace. Craving it as much as you do. 
He keeps still until your tremors have subsided, his lips etched into your neck, kissing and nipping the soft flesh. He’s still hard, cock throbbing deep inside of you. 
“You good?” he breathes out. 
“Yeah.” 
“A’right.” 
You don’t expect him to pull out, hence you’re not ready to be left empty. But the sight he provides you is worth it, he grips his cock, his fist moving in solid, fast, strokes over your stomach. 
He grunts as he comes, spurting his hot cum over your stomach in thick, white streams. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of him. His body shudders, his grip on his cock tight as he continues to stroke himself. His eyes are closed with the intention to hide his bliss, his lips parted. You hear the groans he tries to bite back, and arousal sets your body aflame once more. 
He finally finishes, and his hand falls to his side, his breathing heavy and deep. Both of you too frightened to say a word. 
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sunsbleeding · 1 month
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Long time no me ✨
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kingmaxstatic · 9 months
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Watching dawko play MFN and I fell in love with the game all over again
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basickabyl · 6 months
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Tonight we visit THE Friendly Neighborhood set, you guys! We also meet Pearl as she blindly stomps around.
My Friendly Neighborhood is an FPS survival horror game where you must navigate an abandoned studio populated with sentient puppets. As a repairman tasked with shutting down the studio's antenna interrupting the city's broadcasts, we must duct tape the residents, shoot letters, survive hugs, make friends and maybe learn how to be a good neighbor along the way.
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Join our Discord server!: https://discord.gg/ZCuEwuEWX3
New lets play videos daily!: https://www.youtube.com/c/BasicKabyl
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inkly-heart · 9 months
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mimicmew · 9 months
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steamedtangerine · 9 months
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08. Ghost Fighter in the Sky / Beach Blanket Bro Down (Spider-Man: No Way Home OST) - By Michael Giacchino
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