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housmania · 10 months
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i love this website because whenever bizarre things happen (see: good omens drama) you have a curated set of experts to provide commentary. like our destiel correspondent will now interview a professor in johnlock studies about the historical context of this event. with citations
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hyunsvngs · 4 months
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Okay wait hear me out okay.... fem!skz except chan. P P P PUSSYFEST??? bonus if theyre ur best friends and channie is ur bf... IM GONE B
lemi i have another concept.
WHAT IF chan's best friends with them all and channie is your bf. you're a little insecure because like.. what type of guy has seven female best friends right? until he tells you no, baby, they all prefer girls, and suddenly your perspective shifts. you end up getting closer to them than you intended to, and when chan proposes the idea of you having a little fun with all of them you honestly feel like you could cum without taking your panties off.
and you do, feeling cute innie's pussy grinding into yours through both of your panties. her panties are cute, pink satin, drenched with her slick and almost falling off of her hipbones with the fervence she's grinding at. you can see the beginning of the smattering of her pubic hair through your hazy eyes. you thought she'd be the innocent one, but god, she might be the worst, with that blissed out grin on her lips and her long, dark hair swept over one shoulder to expose her cute, perky tits. it's not long before you're cumming, soaking the fabric with a loud keen while she fucking talks you through it - "that's it, baby. cum all over my panties, that's it, all messy. messy girl."
when she's done with you, seungmin is a force to be reckoned with. you could've guessed that, really. your boyfriend chuckles in anticipation once seungie gets you in bed, forcing your legs to spread open and - oh. she's got this massive strap on beneath her black pleated skirt, bright pink and glaringly obviously going to be inside you very soon, and you can't wait. it's obvious you can't wait, and seungmin can't help herself, quipping "my dick must be bigger than yours, old man," and making chan groan in (faux) distain when she slides the whole thing inside of you. seungmin's hips are wild, but practiced, and she covers your mouth to silence your wails and even slaps you about a little. it drives you insane.
lixie is a little sweeter with you. she lets you finally take your time with one of the girls, letting you slide the straps of her white lace bralette off of her narrow shoulders and trace your lips down the freckles dotted across her chest. her tits are small, perky, and she coos cutely when you wrap your lips around a dusky nipple. she asks you if you'd like to try and eat her pussy, and of course you do. chan's more vocal when you're with lixie, instructing you on how to kiss her - you know she's one of the ones he's closest with, the australia connection bounding them close beyond means. when you get your head between her legs you find out she cums quicker than you did with jeongin, and it makes you feel a little better.
chan finally gets on the bed when you start making out with jisung. you sense they might have a connection, too, and it makes your pussy even wetter. she's messy when she kisses, spit and teeth and whining and wailing into your mouth. her jeans are baggy on her tiny waist and you can't help yourself from sliding your hands down them, tracing your fingers over her already soaking pussy, over her wiry pubic hair and making her keen. her hair is short, bobbed and wavy around her cute round cheeks and you feel a way you've never felt before - you want to ruin her. from the way minho is looking at you both, she wants to ruin her too.
chan has you with your back to his chest for hyunjin. it turns out hyunjin likes to take her time too, and you let her open you up with her fingers before she even gets her mouth on your clit. her hair is short and choppy, like lixie's, except dyed black and ever so soft between your fingers. hyunjin instructs chan to touch your nipples while she eats you out - it's the first time one of them has gotten chan involved, and it makes you hurtle towards your orgasm a lot quicker than you intended. her long legs splay out behind her as she buries her face in your folds, feet kicking in her cute frilly socks, moaning and groaning like you're the best thing she's ever tasted.
for changbin, you're just so fucking happy to be there. her tits are huge, nipples dark chocolate and puffy and she lets you suck on them, pulls you into a strong headlock with her bicep and moans nice and pretty for you when you swirl your tongue around her nipple like she's a damn lollipop. she wants to finger you open, wants you to finger her open, but she can't decide what she wants first - you end up splayed on top of her, her thick thighs parted and your head nuzzled into her dark, puffy folds. you sense she might be one that you want to come back to again and again, and you'll never get the image of her kissing chan to share the taste of your pussy with him out of your mind.
jisung's desperate again by the time it comes around to minho's turn. minho is fucking mean, you realise, and you're glad you left her until last. she seems to know exactly what toys to work you up with - a vibrator on your clit, a glass dildo in your pussy, a plug in your ass and all before she's even let you cum once. you fall apart on her strap, eventually, with jisung licking over your clit and making you squirt all over minho's thick thighs. she's a beauty, too - large tits settled on a toned chest, a light pink faded scar on her stomach that you'd love to ask about.
you quickly realise when you're fucking chan after and they're all watching that yeah, you want this to happen again. badly, actually.
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leighwhannellsbf666 · 1 month
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happy valentine’s day!!
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ghosttotheparty · 1 year
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love me softly p3
@acitytokeepyoursecrets tags on this post she gets it god bless
@urmomification @legitcookie @deleataecount :)
Eddie doesn’t like that he’s into Steve Harrington, so he does what he does best: acts like a dick and annoys Steve into hating him even more than he already did.
But it’s doesn’t even seem to be working. Even when he stands on cafeteria tables and shouts about pompous rich kids and their shiny cars.
Steve just looks up at him, while the others sneer and throw insults and fries at him. He almost smiles a lot of the time, his expression light. Amused. He just watches, eating quietly while Eddie shouts and yells and cackles when Tommy H throws something at him and misses. (Steve covers his mouth. Eddie thinks he’s laughing too.)
When Eddie sits again, Gareth is almost glaring at him, his elbow on the table, his fingers to his forehead, like he’s watching a house fire. He tells Eddie it’s a bad idea. The others don’t know what they’re talking about but they don’t really care.
Eddie knows it’s a bad idea to taunt Steve and his friends. That he’s just painting a bright red target on his own back. But he can’t really help it.
Especially not when Steve starts responding, flipping Eddie the bird while Eddie’s up on a table, tilting his head adorably when Eddie comments that he looks like a Christian summer camp counsellor.
Tommy just comments that at least Steve can buy new clothes. Eddie just fires back that money can’t buy better taste, bitch. Steve snorts even though it’s a dig on him.
It goes on for a while. The teasing. The stares. The suppressed smiles and laughter.
But it actually starts on a Friday.
Eddie has detention. (Shocker.) The only reason he actually goes is because Mr Peterson isn’t an asshole. He’s friendly, even to Eddie.
Greets him as “Mr Munson,” looks at the pink detention slip before raising a single eyebrow at Eddie and tells him to sit with a soft shake of his head and a smile.
And Eddie turns to find Steve sitting in the back, watching him. Eddie’s grin falters and then widens, his head tilting as he raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s face turns red. He looks away. Eddie goes to sit with him, still grinning.
The room is quiet. There aren’t many others here, a few of them doodling on tables or sleeping. Peterson doesn’t care. (Another reason Eddie likes him.)
“What’d you do?” Eddie asks quietly, sitting too close to him.
Steve just looks down at his notebook. It’s closed, a pen laying on top of it. Eddie wants to flip through it.
“Nothing.”
“Steve Harrington is in detention,” Eddie says dryly. “You did something.”
“Nuh-uh.”
Eddie snorts. Steve glances at him. He’s smiling, and his cheeks are still flushed, and Eddie might die.
“What’d you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Ste-e-e-eve, what’d you do?”
“Oh, we’re on a first name basis now?”
Eddie blinks. He’s only called him Harrington. Steve’s never called him anything.
“Yeah, I guess. Tell me what you did.”
“…Called Collins a jackass. In front of him.”
Eddie drops his head to the table.
“Incredible.”
“What did you do?”
“Forgot my homework.” He lifts his head. “Seven times.”
Steve snorts.
“Of course.”
They’re not allowed to talk during detention. It’s too quiet for them to even whisper with Peterson hearing, the room silent except the scratching of someone’s pencil and the occasional cough or sigh.
Eddie lowers his head to the table, ready to take a nap or zone out or something, but Steve opens the notebook. Eddie turns his head to look, his cheek pressing against the cold surface, and Steve doesn’t notice.
Eddie sits up to watch. Steve flips through the pages, and Eddie catches a glimpse of a drawing, so he reaches out and take the notebook wordlessly. Steve makes a small indignant ugh. Eddie shushes him.
Eddie flips through the pages slowly, looking at Steve’s handwriting. It’s pretty. Almost girly. Every page has random, half-understandable notes, without any kind of indicating header that might include the subject or date.
He thinks he’s getting closer to the drawing, because Steve reaches out to take the notebook again. Eddie swats his hand away, and Steve drops his head to the table with soft groan.
Eddie grins.
He finds the drawing. It’s a messy pencil sketch, scratchy snd scribbled and smudged and shitty, but easily recognisable.
His grins falters, and he blinks, his eyes tracing the lines of his own curls, the angle of his own nose, the curve of his eyelashes.
He turns to look at Steve, who’s now hiding his face in his shirt, looking away from Eddie.
Eddie lays back on the table, his chin propped on his arms as he gazes at the drawing again.
Steve lets him keep the notebook until the end of detention.
part four
read the whole thing ao3
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bonesandthebees · 1 year
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Despite how things went at the end, I’m never gonna regret getting into dsmp. I’m so thankful that one day I decided to look up wtf the dream smp I kept hearing about was because this has been the best fandom experience I’ve ever had. Yes all extreme highs gotta be balanced out by extreme lows, but for me it was worth it. The high of the entire dash waiting for a major lore stream, all the analysis posts and dumb memes, the way the fans and ccs fed off of each other to create this creative zeitgeist that can never fully be replicated—it was so chaotic and unique and flawed in the most human ways.
Then for me personally having such an active community of readers who genuinely love the silly stories I put so much heart into has meant the world and more. I’ve grown so much as a writer because of this fandom and I’m so proud of what I’ve created. And of course, I’ve met so many amazing people including my best friends because of this fandom and I’d never trade that for anything. Ily dsmpblr ily my dear readers and ily to my friends
I’m not going anywhere yet but when I eventually do I’m always going to look back on these past few years with so much love and I hope the rest of you do too
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ananxiousgenz · 4 days
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TPP HADESTOWN AU PART 8: song for a caged lovebird
IT'S PART 8 WHAAAT this is absolutely insane, i'm having so much fun rn <3
this is a lil shorter but it's very interesting, so as usual, enjoy
EDIT THAT I FORGOR: this is now gonna be titled "song for a caged lovebird" from here on out, thanks for the idea jay <3
all my tpp homies in the house!!! if you are in my walls, please leave (jk i love you i'll bring you snacks)!!!! @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @one-joe-spoopy @urjover @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini
His eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door. It was dark.
He wasn’t quite sure of the time or his location. He was laying on something soft, he knew that much. A bed, maybe? He had been sleeping, or so he thought. He felt groggy, disoriented, still tethered to the world of dreams by a song that he couldn’t quite seem to shake out of his mind. Was it his own voice singing it, or someone else's? He almost thought he heard a train whistle in the distance, but knew the train line hadn’t run in months, not since the rails had frozen over with ice so thick it couldn’t be melted.
The world felt so strange. There was a heavy knot lying in the pit of his stomach, like something horrible had happened, but he couldn’t quite tell what. Was it his own doing? Someone else’s? He felt almost completely certain it had to do with someone going missing, but no more details sprang to mind.
The person who had entered the room was talking. He didn’t process what they said. 
He tried to sit up to face them. He knew whatever was being said was important. He had to pay attention. But a wave of dizziness overtook him, and he fell back down. They asked a question, and when he didn’t respond, they turned and left.
He let them go. He didn’t have the energy to stop them or ask them to repeat themselves. Sleep was already tugging his eyelids closed again. He let it come, and gently slipped back into a world of dreams.
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Far below the ground, there was a factory town.
This town was old, old enough that no one could really remember when it began. All anyone really knew was that it was hell on Earth. Giant metal works spun rusty gears through all hours of the day and night, and blast furnaces and refineries threw their dragon-fire heat out into the town. Housing was small and cramped and never used, stacked like smashed crates in the rare cooler corner of town, right next to the assembly lines for cars and TV screens. Mines worked overtime to produce rare gemstones and pure gold, and on the outskirts of town, there was a wall. And that was where most of the people worked.
There were a lot of people. Maybe millions, if one really took the time to count. Backs bent to their work, eyes milky white with focus, pickaxe or shovel or wheelbarrow in hand. Different ages and races and genders, but they all had two things in common: they kept their heads down, and they belonged to the king of this land.
Some had signed their souls away in an attempt to avoid their own death. Some had done it in the name of a loved one. Some had even done it in the hopes of getting paid. But that didn’t matter now. None of them could remember anything about their lives before Hadestown anyway. They did what they were told, and they had been told to forget and to work.
So they did.
At the center of town, in a grand office in a high tower, staring out a window at his beautiful city, was the king.
He had always been a crafter, an inventor of sorts. But this was on a far greater scale than anything he had ever imagined when he was a child. He was proud of his beauty, his greatest creation. But it had always been missing something to him. As grand as his factories were, and as many souls as he and his executives had gained to carry out the work, something was just never quite right. He had always hungered after something else, something from his past he hadn’t been able to take with him into the underworld.
Now, though. Now he had finally acquired the missing piece, and everything would finally be perfect.
One of the executives appeared in the doorway behind him. “The target you requested is nearly here, my associate.”
He nodded, not turning away from the window. “Very good. Bring him up to the office as soon as he gets here. I need to speak with him.”
“As you wish, my associate.”
He grinned a bit to himself. It had been years, but he was certain the man he was bringing here would be happy to see him again. They had been so close when they were younger, and he had never forgotten the time they spent together. He hoped that, even for old times sake, the man would want to stay with him a while. He hoped he would be impressed by everything he had created in his absence. It was all for him, after all.
The door creaked open behind him. “You have a visitor, my associate.”
He finally turned away from the window to face the door and watched as the man stumbled through into the office.
The years had certainly changed him. He was tall now, not short as he had been, but still as thin as ever, hair dark and messy and heavy circles beneath his eyes. One lens of his glasses was shattered, his clothes were ragged and torn, and there was a large dark stain cascading down the front of his shirt, coming from a mostly closed wound on his neck. Gods, even looking as terrible as he did, he was still as handsome as he had been when they were kids. He looked tired and frightened and horribly angry, but as soon as he saw him, he went completely pale in disbelief, jaw working furiously as he struggled to find something to say.
The man by the window grinned. “Hello, Petya. It’s been a while.”
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alwaysmicado · 3 months
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fic authors self rec
when you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love!
Thank you for tagging me, lovely @sp00kymulderr 🤍
1. It's always been you | Dieter Bravo x f!reader -> After a year of dating Dieter Bravo, you are forced to face reality. All good things must come to an end, right? I broke my own heart with this fic. It's my baby.
2. You wanted this | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader -> Joel and you have a fun dynamic going. You provoke him, he punishes you - you both get off. It’s all fun and games, right? Spoiler: no. I got so much planned for these two hehe.
3. Wet | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader -> Joel in slutty gym shorts. Enough said.
4. never felt so loved | Joel Miller x f!reader -> soft!Joel comforting you when you're struggling with your pregnancy and your new life in Jackson is everything to me. His love language is acts of service and your happiness is his mission. Made me cry when I wrote it.
5. What you need | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader -> Joel being horny while basically dying from a fever is so funny to me. And I love that we see reader caring for him and being soft with him. They're pretty cute when they wanna be.
NPT: @corazondebeskar @josephquinnswhore @theywhowriteandknowthings @ilovepedro @party-hearses
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dj-yaniel · 9 days
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Old Lil Hal doodle stuff :)!!
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carlyraejepsans · 26 days
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🏵️🌹🌸🌺💐🏵️💐🌷🌻🌸🌺🌷🌼
^ bouquet for my friends
💋 < and a kith. for being normal
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perotovar · 6 months
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semi-hiatus?
hi friends! i'll be starting classes again on september 26th (happy outbreak day to me lol) so i won't be as present on here as i would like.
i'll definitely have some downtime (ie weekends, days with no homework, etc) but i just wanted to let y'all know!
also, i don't really like using a queue so when i'm here, you'll see me. when i'm not, you won't lol
i still have quite a few gifsets ready and waiting to be posted in my drafts so those will continue to happen, just probably not as frequently, and happen more often on weekends.
thank you for understanding and i'll see you when i see you! <3
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gonna tag some mutuals below so you guys aren't wondering where i went lol
@kedsandtubesocks @mrsquill @undercoverpena @chronically-ghosted @ezrasbirdie @psychedelic-ink @djo @iero @userparamore @heroeddiemunson @scenaaario @goodwithcheese @miguelo-hara @swiftispunk @morallyinept @bonezone44
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artistheworld · 4 months
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I did the thing :>
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I now look like all of you!! <333 (or well, with you guy's features)
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@ofthefrogs @qeelovestea Baba! Big sis Issa! I have your green color and ears!!!! :> <333
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@diona-98 Auntie Dio!! I took some ideas from your horns and it has pink!!! :> <333
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@buny1 Big sis Bunbun!!! I have your white floof!! :> <333
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@artcosmique and finally Big sibby Cosmy!!! I took the part dragon idea from you!! :> <333 I also have patterns on my tail too! <33
Plus now I'm a shifter like you guys :D do you like it?
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carpedzem · 1 year
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there is a poetry tho, in how dreblr was created because we needed to escape harassment and untagged negativity and constant fights over c!dream. and we created this little corner with minimal conflict and with a rule of not to be a dicks to each other and just to love your favourite character. but when we all love c!dream we also love everyone else, c!ranboo, c!george, c!tommy, c!techno, etc. we just wanted a space to be positive and creative and silly and goofy and happy. and at the end of all of this that also was what the story was about. wanting simple times and happiness without constant fight
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alltheoutcasts · 5 months
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BOYS WE’VE DONE IT! WE’VE HIT 100 FOLLOWERS!
THANK YOU @bebopbelphegor FOR BEING MY 100TH FOLLOWER!
THANK YOU @anthonyjanthony4004 FOR BEING MY FIRST!
THANK YOU @yourfavoriteratsstuff and @eli-or-e FOR JOINING MY TUMBLR JOURNEY AND BEING HERE FOR ME IRL!
THANK YOU @doodlemartianzz @tree-of-blue-squirrel @a-victorian-girl and @eliotisnthere FOR BEING SOME OF THE MOST LOYAL FOLLOWERS!
THANK ALL OF YOU FOR STAYING WITH ME FOR THIS JOURNEY!!!!
<3
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andiwriteordie · 1 year
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wanted to do something to celebrate because today i hit my 100th ao3 fic! 🥳 70 of those fics have been written over the last 9-10ish months or so for the st/byler fandom, so thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has read any of my fics! 🫂 many hugs to all you lovely people! 
and because 100 is a lot, i wanted to share my personal favorites (in no particular order, just what looked best in this little grid lol) that i’ve written. links to these silly little fics below:
in the closet (at mike wheeler’s house) | 8.7k words
the time of my life with you | 16.2k words
sleepless nights, losing ground, i’m reaching for you | 12k words
the winner takes it all | 9.2k words
i’ll find a new place to be from | 83k words
mama said you can’t hurry love | 7.9k words
let our walls cave in | 46k words
lookin’ at me in the 7-eleven | 6k words
i know better (but you’re still around) | 184k words
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sarcasticgiggler · 1 month
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some of you on this app deserve the world
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themochimadeoftaro · 2 years
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Things I drew in the stanarrator server during stream :)
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