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voloslobotomyservice · 2 months
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lord have mercy
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034463 · 2 years
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pierre and esteban grew up together in two sister towns north of france. pierre, who was deeply interested in football at that time but his family deep in karting, first only attended karting competition to support his friend anthoine. there he  made friends with este, whose family was not grounded in karting and had to sell their house to support his hobby, that was also competing. the three of them became fast friends and it was no surprise to see the three of them hanging out with each other in one of their family houses. este wanting to compete with his two new friends encouraged pierre to try karting thus kickstarting their future.
touring around france together meeting other french men, the three of them met charles who joined their karting clique. they were simply put, inseparable. promising each other to make it to f1, countless of their childhood was spent riding around the track near their family homes in snow clad to then sun kissed roads--high on the adrenaline that can only be produced by driving fast cars. motivating each other to be better because they have to get better if not then how can they reach their collective dream? to race each other in the pinnacle of motorsport.
it was a smooth ride, that is until the competition took a toll on their friendship. este and gasly had a falling out and este began to distance himself from his brothers. first it was este sitting far away from the three of them and it does upset charles and anthoine and they did try to get them to make up but those two are just too heard headed! then it evolved into este refusing to practice with each other, and how can they choose between their two brothers? but charles is closer to pierre and anthoine lived to far away to pick a side thus leaving este to race by himself. at first it hurts. of course it hurts they were brothers how could it not?
time heals all wound but scars last forever. now the three of them are racing in f1. they finally achieved their childhood dream though, not without a sacrifice. their friendship, family, childhood, innocence. they lost too much during their journey that its not possible to look back. though even until now pierre and este dont talk to each other. egos too big for their body even if both of them dont remember who or what started the rift between them no one took the first step to apologize first. avoiding each other in the paddock during race weekends that even the very act of uttering each other's name is a huge taboo. awkward phone calls with the family asking how the others are doing and its fine, he’s doing fine mom. i dont care about him dont you know we’re not friends anymore? to witnessing each other grow up from the corner of their eyes and huh hold on since when did he grew taller than me? he used to sleep on my shoulders during car rides.
years passed and its just not enough to keep this whole thing to themselves. it wasn’t pierre’s fault that he was airing out their dirty laundry for the whole world to see. its the interviewer’s fault for asking him that question. to este was the first one to crop him from the picture, its only fair to crop him in my post. its nothing serious guys, really. but when push comes to shove and other people tried to talk shit about the other they'll be the first to defend each other. because thats my ex-childhoodfriend forever rival.
“what if we never had that long and complicated history that leads us to continually justify each other’s actions. what if i never had any hand in your sculpting and now im left with the final, hardened figure you've since become” x
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flintandpyrite · 2 years
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Ok so I’m reading the mystery flesh pit novel and it is really fun but…oh god…the medical knowledge.
“I got hiv
And then I took the medication. (The one and only. You know, the hiv medication. The medication that treats hiv.) and I was allergic to it.”
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“Guess I’ll die. Or go looking for a cure in the form of a mysterious cosmic horror buried in the earth’s crust? Idk maybe both ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”
PSA: if you suspect you have HIV, please go to see a medical professional and get referred to a specialist. And if you suspect you are allergic to your medication please consult with said specialist before discontinuing the meds and haring off on a doomed suicidal journey into a cosmic horrorterror composed mainly of flesh. There are usually many options for treatment (in the case of HIV, upwards of 100 drugs) and even if you are somehow allergic to ALL of them, mitigating efforts can help you take them without dying.
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anime-scarves · 1 year
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When girls growl while singing...
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I have had this annoying little cough since December (nobody has a more annoying cough) and it won’t go away and it is horrible. I—
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adrift-in-thyme · 8 months
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Still leaning heavily toward just putting all the fics in one big multichap
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trustingofwinds · 1 year
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butmakeitgayblog · 1 year
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I understand what you mean about Alba and Kristina (WN leads) looking really young and the characters seeming young, but honestly they're the exact same age Lexa and Clarke were, if not older. Clarke was 18ish in season 2? Ava is 19 at the beginning of the show. Lexa was 20? Beatrice is 24 (and both the actresses are in their mid-20s) And yeah the grounder and ark culture and their forced leadership positions automatically make clexa seem a bit older but Ava and Beatrice are pretty much also thrown into a 'we gotta save the world and protect mankind' kind of situation. I actually think that their story definitely at least acknowledges and respects a lot of the tropes that wlw couples portrayed in the past, while also working to kind of create this possibility of a future that most wlw stories in the past didn't get to have. I just think it's interesting to see the evolution of sapphic media and how we've come so far that we can pick and choose now on which stories resonate more with us and which ones we prefer. I also think that with all the cancellations happening left and right there's this fear of another wave of 'bury your gays' happening and it understandably feels sometimes like we have to constantly be engaging in the new shiny wlw media in order for any wlw media to exist. I just hope that Warrior Nun can actually go the distance and pave the way for more wlw shows to go the distance in a way that we haven't really been able to experience yet.
Well yeah but you also have to consider that I was like 26ish when Clexa first started. I can't honestly say whether I'd have gotten into it if I'd been introduced to it later in life. I might have, probably would have, because Clexa have a certain spark to them that is so fucking rare for me to find. And I don't know if anyone's noticed but I'm not a serial shipper by any stretch. Like I've had exactly 3 ships that I've cared about my entire life 🤷‍♀️. But back to the age thing, even now I say constantly that they looked like babies, fetus Lexa in season 2 was so smol 🥺. And realistically a 21yo to a 26yo isn't that big of a difference. At 34 I see tiny heda and her murderous space girlfriend walking through the burnt remains of her warriors and I'm like thEY'RE BABIES SOMEONE PROTECT THEM (gross I sound like Abby someone take the shot)
And I truly do hear everything else you're saying here, and you're right to a large extent. I also hope it is a show that has longevity because god fucking knows sapphics get royally screwed when it comes to medie and representation. I think it's fantastic that a broad swath of people are connecting so much with an empowered wlw show, and I do encourage people to support projects that serve the community. But at the same time I think forcing yourself to watch something that just isn't in your interest wheelhouse simply because it's queer media it isn't a recipe for success either. Because tbh I don't actually think that's what Netflix or whatever service actually gives a shit about, nor do I think said show's success is their end goal anyway. They like being able to say "see? We have queer shows! We have wlw rep! You can't say we don't because we do look here see SEE?!?!" without actually putting in any time, money, or effort. They'll continue to make shows and drop them just as quickly no matter the support because the goal isn't actually to have a smash hit wlw show, it's to cover their ass. That's my 2 cents at least.
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bobafetts-princess · 2 years
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Can I suggest Fennec, Ventress and Ar'alani for the ask game?
I APPRECIATE THIS ASK. Gotta get some love in for the ladies 😩
I’m not gonna like though, I had to google Ar’alani bc I haven’t consumed much book Star Wars media, and she looks terrifyingly hot
Marry- Fennec. I gotta marry my beautiful danger wife.
One night stand- Ar’alani. She looks like she knows how to use the strap.
Best friend- Ventress. Between her and Obi-Wan I would know ALL the good Sith and Jedi gossip.
Come play marry, one night stand, bestie with me!
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thomas-mvller · 5 months
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I want to watch saltburn but there's something about actors who are more famous thanks to stan twt than to their own ~acting~ credentials that just... deter me from doing it.
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saltpepperbeard · 7 months
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OFMD S2 Ep3-5 + Edward "Heart-Eyes" Teach
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tortol · 9 months
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parasitism
poem by @growrotten
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liyv · 15 days
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everybody leaves + the only one who came back
...was thinking about how dazai was there for All Of That in chuuya's life and he still left him too. ahaha.
chuuya week day 3, found families :]
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tojisun · 3 months
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!! female reader; dirty talking; breeding kink; slight overstim play; unrealistic sex x’>
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thinking about how simon’s the type to keep saying filth to you when he’s balls deep. how, in the throes of his pleasure, so pussy-drunk, simon begins to wax poetry about the way you make him feel.
he’s got you folded in a mating press, his lips ghosting wet kisses along your trembling legs. “god, baby,” simon murmurs, his voice a drunken slur. “i need t’wife you up, i swear.” he punctuates this with a thrust, before his fingers pinch your clit.
you choke at the feeling, your legs kicking from where they’re slung over simon’s shoulders. your head thrashes against the pillow, not knowing how else to tether yourself from the stinging pleasure, your mouth falling open uselessly as garbled moans spill out.
“oh this,” he says, distracted by your reaction. “cute little thing, isn’t it?” he looks at your pussy almost with a starry-eyed gaze.
jesus-
“shu-ut up, si!” your voice breaks, weakened from the moans, but simon’s already looking too far gone, his eyes blown wide and his face flushed because of his pleasure.
“y’just squeezed me tighter, baby.” simon rips his eyes from your cunt to look at you with a sort of giddy trance. “y’like it when i play with–” he circles his thumb on your clit, making you squeal. “this? yeah? oh, lovie, you’re gushing.”
he pulls out, torturously slow, teasing, then he’s slamming back in. your ears ring at the resounding wet slide, his pelvis meeting your own with a goddamn squelch, and you scream, clawing at his back at the sharp pleasure that razes through you.
“going t’stuff you w’my cum everyday, baby.” simon giggles. “going t’make you so full.”
he nuzzles his nose on the side of your tear-soaked cheek. “y’want that, yeah? want t’feel sore because of how much cum’s stored in you? want t’be fucked until it takes?”
what-
“si! si!” you cry, mushy mind trying to understand what he’s insinuating. “wha- wh-…?”
“oh but you’d be so gorgeous, baby,” simon groans, his hand leaving your oversensitive clit to hike up along your body, dancing past your groin to plant just below your belly button. simon nuzzles close again, tracing the shell of your ear with his lips, then, “you’d be so pretty carrying my kids.”
those words make your body lock up, something in your mind just shifting right, and then you’re cumming, squirting all over simon’s cock and spraying on his legs.
simon outright moans, pulling back just enough to slot his lips against yours. you couldn’t even kiss him back, still so busy cumming, all cross-eyed at the intensity of your orgasm. it doesn’t matter to him, anyway, not when simon begins pistoning harder. faster. rougher.
every drag of his cock back in your pussy pushes more gushing squirt from you, and simon rumbles with a pleased groan, looking so blissed out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. you dig your nails at his back but simon doesn’t even register the prickling pain, too busy chasing his own orgasm through your cunt.
“s’right,” he coos. “nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. nothin’ else but y’r pretty pussy. y’r tight pussy. god, it’s such a delicious pussy, baby, how am i so lucky to have you, huh?” his words mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of his body slamming against your own. it makes you dizzy with pleasure, ragged rasps of breath is all that is passing through your parted lips.
simon croons. “how’d i chance luck and end up w’such a delight?” another wet sound from your pussy rings amidst his words. “mmm, hear that baby?”
you nod, you think. or you moan a reply. honestly, you don’t even know, not with how dizzy you are at the peaking pleasure because there’s no way you’re cumming again–
“that’s the sounds that a happy wife makes,” simon purrs, replying to his own question, and the weight of his words washes over you like the pleasure that’s racing across your synapses. “that’s the sound that someone makes when they want to be bred.”
“simo-nnnnn!” you scream, the sound guttural and ragged, and your eyes can no longer see anything, and your ears are ringing, and- and–
simon laughs, the sound curling into something so, so fond. “y’r so pretty when y’cum, baby.” he kisses your wet cheek. “one more? f’r me?”
fuck-
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smallmeanie · 2 months
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handjobs are just really hot especially when i’m holding you close and pressing our foreheads together and panting with you and muttering filth and going “yeah? gonna cum?” as i purposely speed up and tighten my grip just enough
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novaneondream · 1 month
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they’re here
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