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photosofchaos · 3 months
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Vintage 1940s sweetheart "Off Limits" lingerie set
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facelift90 · 1 year
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undead-nothosaur · 2 months
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A few more of the mech pilot ocs. Wish i had time to do some serious world building art but right now only basic character sketches ;-;)
Rich Boy is another of the main four pilots on Tiberius' team. I dont have a name for him just yet but he's a mostly nice guy who's comfy upbringing has made him a little oblivious. That being said he joined the war knowing the danger full well. And then its General Tiberius and Sweet-Sour bothering each other as they often do.
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starsrosesglitters · 9 months
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pollypocket6890 · 1 year
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Band of Skulls - Sweet Sour - SoundCloud
Listen to Band of Skulls - Sweet Sour by Band of Skulls on #SoundCloud
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jamesbasic-kitchen · 1 year
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dragonmouth · 7 months
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Crowley’s first failed attempt at tempting Aziraphale in the Garden of Eden….
A very lovely follower on Twitter gave me the idea and reminded me that sugar apples exist. I wish I could try a sugar apple. They look so tasty.
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diamandarinas · 1 year
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Next on Is it cake? season 3
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kekstala · 1 month
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At least the toothpaste bastard had a good time pff
I may add the scene with the „Pidoves and Beedrills“ later on as well
In the meantime enjoy lol
Scene based on Sweet & Sour Dipplins
by @dipplinduo
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phydex · 2 years
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rubiehart · 29 days
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your bsf!jj posts are to die for actually i think i love him. thinking abt having a cute little beach day with him and having to shower together (cause it “saves water and like the earth and shit”) after he has the smart idea of throwing sand at each other
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you’re standing under the soft stream of the water, little wooden latch on the shitty beach shower was broken, you were stuck using it after jj had the smart idea of kicking sand at eachother directly after getting out of the water. stupid.
reaching under your bikini and letting the water run in all the crevices that were now full of sand, no warning as the little wooden door swings open, you had no time to react before two strong arms were wrapping around your wet waist and moving you from under the stream.
“if you’d just excuse me just a second ma’am.” he says with a smirk, taking your place under the water, making it look a lot more appealing as he rolled his eyes back for effect. “mmmmm..’s sooooo warm…hey you wanna get in here or what? bet it’s pretty cold over there.” he quips with a shrug of his shoulders, no attempt at hiding his smirk as you roll your eyes.
“get your own shower asshole.” you huff, walking back under the stream nevertheless, letting it run over your hair, avering your eyes quickly from the water droplets running down jj’s tanned chest.
“got a little fire in ya today, huh?” and you smack his shoulder, clearly annoyed and he lifts a hand to his heart in mock offense. “okay- ouch.” he shakes his head like a dog splashing water everywhere. “‘m just tryna save water ‘kay? ‘s good for the planet n stuff..” he trails off, shrugging, running a ringed hand through his messy hair.
“it’s a public beach you idiot, and since when did you care about the planet?” you roll your eyes, as he shrugs with a grin, reaching to grab your towel from one of the hooks and putting it around his neck, pushing open the wooden door and strolling out of the shower. “that’s my fuckin’ towel jj!” you yell, one hand holding the door open as you watch him run back to the twinkie across the car park, slapping an angry hand up in the air and back down against your quickly drying thigh.
“finder’s keepers, sorry!” he chuckles as he races off, laughing hysterically as he watched you approach the twinkie, clearly freezing, the late evening wind whipping obnoxiously against your cold skin. your wet body slapping down onto the passenger seat of the twinkie as jj throws the towel at your face, still giggling at his own joke. you were so getting him back.
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cosmic-seer · 4 months
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B E H O L D!
Companions to this and this, insPIRED BY THIS [written by @dipplinduo, go read it it’s got me down bad].
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cheruib · 9 months
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i love plums we don’t give plums enough love on this website
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peachesofteal · 6 months
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@luminousbeings-crudematter has me sick over the idea of Simon being your insufferable ex.
18+ MDNI / explicit sexual content (I wrote this on my phone so mind the mistakes)
It’s not that you didn’t love Simon. You did. You still do. But love had turned into something else, within months, had turned into heartbreak, and anxiety, and pain. The waiting, the worrying. Standing in the doorway at two AM, wondering if he’s going to let you touch him this time or if he’s going to shut you out for days, disappearing into a shell of himself. Becoming the Ghost that haunts your house, instead of your boyfriend.
It was too much. And not enough. All at the same time.
He said he understood. It felt so mutual, when he held you the night of the break up. He rubbed your back and kissed your tear stained cheeks, telling you not to blame yourself, telling you that he was okay, that you’d be okay, that everything would be just fine.
So, you started to try moving on, pieced yourself together and started get back out in the world, tried feel the sun on your face. You went to dinner and brunches with your friends, picked up a new hobby, went back to yoga. You were healing, even starting to think about dating again, bandaging the gaping hole in your heart with tape and glue, anything to cover up the ache that still lingered there.
There was just one little problem.
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“Si, we can’t-“
“Hush.” He sticks a thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, manhandling your jaw wide as his other hand unzips his jeans, reaching to free his cock, heavy and hot in his grip, nearly too thick to be believed, fat tip already leaking. Your knees slide against the cold ground of the grimy pub bathroom, thighs pressing together without conscious effort. “I like this dress, love.” He hums as he thrusts the length of his cock down into your mouth, hot skin sliding against your tongue, pushing all the way down your throat until you can’t breathe. “Fuck, that’s it.” You peer up at him through your tears, watching the way his head tips back, adams apple bobbing with a swallow. He’s wearing the mask, the black cotton one, and you can see why your date was so freaked out. From this angle, he looks terrifying. Giant, broad muscled shoulders and arms forced into a black sweatshirt, most of his face hidden by the mask and hood.
No wonder your date didn’t say a word when he suddenly appeared at your table, gripping you by your elbow, excusing you from your meal.
“Simon, what are you doing he-“
“Sorry mate, can I borrow her for a moment?”
“That’s my girl.” He grunts, fingers tugging at the straps of your dress, jerking you closer. He doesn’t force himself too far, but you take as much as you can willingly, letting him smash your nose into the hair at the base of his cock, tears smarting with every half breath. “You were made for this cock, sweetheart.” He fucks your face, coaching you through it the entire time, telling you how good you are, how sweet and perfect, and how you’ll never be able to replace him.
He puts you back together so tenderly afterwards, wiping your face, kissing you softly as he fixes your hair.
“You can’t go back to that table now. Want me to take you for dinner?” He asks innocently, like he didn’t just give you a belly full of come. You glower at him, but he just smiles under the mask, eyes scrunching just so, handsome in a way that completely devastates you every time.
“This is the last time.” You grumble, fixing your dress as you stalk out the bathroom, down the dark back hall to the emergency exit. He’s hot on your heels, fingers casually brushing the swell of your ass, the echo of his half mocking, half sincere chuckle ringing in your ears. “Simon, I’m serious, I-“ He cuts you off, dragging the mask down to press his lips to yours, tasting what’s left of him in your mouth before pulling away.
“What makes you think I’m not serious?”
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I know for a fact he threatens to give you a baby every time he fucks you. Presses you into missionary and makes you look at him as he whispers about how he knows exactly how to fix this.
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daily-deliciousness · 9 months
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Sweet and sour ribs
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rainyday-deer · 3 months
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Some Niss scribbles from the last week or so
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