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I love Moth Howdy’s extreme floof, he is an actual puff ball and I want to live in his hair
i guess you could say he's a.... mothball
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(amplified fluff for your viewing pleasure <3)
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priestess-draws · 2 months
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I've been dancing, in the moonlight
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iknowitwontwork · 6 months
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guys guys what r u all wearing for the movie?? i'm wearing this
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stclements · 3 months
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skoulsons · 10 months
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“Dad!”
The pitter patter of Sarah’s little feet trudging through the upstairs hallway and coming to a squeaking halt outside his door was always a welcome replacement for whatever beeping from hell his clock was set to.
It wasn’t often, especially as she got older—though she was only ten—but Sarah loved being with him in the morning before he drove her to school and he worked an eight hour shift at the site. Their nights were always spent together as Sarah told him about her day at school as he caught up on dinner, or Joel complaining in depth about all that happened at work that day just so Sarah could throw him a sarcastic look of I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Their nights were constant. It was down time for just the two of them to sit in front of the tv or for Sarah to curl up against him or prop her feet in his lap as she did homework.
The mornings felt more special. They didn’t always get them. Joel sleeps late, they miss breakfast, or Sarah’s sick. But the mornings they get—the times when they snuggle together, most often in silence—are always exceptional.
Sarah has a sleepy smile on her face and her hairs all folded over to one side when she steps through his door, making her way to his bed. “Morning, dad,” she says, only making half an effort to crawl into his bed before plopping down next to him.
Joel rolls over onto his back, his head turned to the side to meet her eyes. He smiles at her, warm and bright. “Mornin’, baby girl. How’d you sleep?”
She nods, her eyes half shut. “Good.”
“Good. No bad dreams?”
“Mm-mm,” she mumbles, scooting closer to him.
She hooks both her arms around his one, holding on to it and resting her head on his deltoid. She blows out a sigh, the air hitting his arm and traveling over his chest. “Do you have to go to work?”
Hs turns his head to her, his chin siting atop her head. He kisses her once, lifting his head. “I do, kiddo.”
Sarah lets out a sigh and Joel can tell it’s a sad one. Her typical one when Joel gives her the same answer, her wishing every time that it’s different so she can drag him by the arm to fairs or ice cream stands with their newfound free time.
He wants it as much as she does. As tired as may get being a single father, he relishes when they get to be out of the house and he can hold Sarah’s hand in his as they’re out in public. To go out and give her experiences and memories she’ll carry into her adulthood. And, even if they’re forgotten by that point, at least he’s given her something that’s made her smile.
That’s all he could ask for, really.
“When will you be home?”
He directs his attention back to her, even though he can’t quite meet her eyes. “6 at the latest.”
She pulls away, an expectant look on her face as briefly changes the subject. “Sunday! We can do something Sunday! You’re not working!”
“That is a good idea, but…” he draws out the but slightly, the smile on his face growing. “I actually have a three day weekend this weekend. So that means-“ he turns completely on his side, hooking one arm under her side and the other going over her other side to pull her on top of his chest. Sarah giggles as he hoists her on top of him, holding her to his chest.
She speaks before he can finish his sentence. “Friday, Saturday, and Sunday?”
He laughs, “Yes ma’am,” he answers, kissing the crown of her head. “We get plenty more time.”
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kuravix · 9 months
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Has anyone drawn Sanji in that vine of the British man saying
"Being on vine you develop thick skin."
"Navy blue is not your colour."
"Navy blue brings out my eYES YOU PRICK!"
If not I'll draw it when I have time.
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honeyed-lemonade · 6 months
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I wish someone would put me in a rock tumbler but the closest I can get is a two in one washer/dryer
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atthebell-moved · 9 months
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Not to continue to discussion but I just wanted to add that while I get the, very likely well-intentioned but shortsighted, idea that 'well if this person has changed then they should have no issue apologizing again' it's that someone shouldn't have to apologize again over something they already addressed because some people brought it up with malicious intent- Like if a persons actions since then show that they have changed that matters SO much more to me then a person simply saying sorry over and over until the word loses all meaning because we need to cave to people who frankly do not give a fuck about the people they are claiming to 'protect'
yeah i agree an explicit apology is not required over and over again (or at all, if there's been no specific harm done to particular people, and that's also a morally subjective thing) and actions often speak louder than words
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late-night-cabaret · 1 year
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Fuck it we ball 🔥🚿 @murderinthemaking
Masterbating in the shower was a daily occurrence for Yancy. What was a better way to start your day, coffee? Sure, it was good afterward once he was out and dressed. But for him it was stress relief...or, another way to have fun with a partner.
But now, it was the former, as far as he knew. Letting the warm water cascade down his naked form, Yancy lets out a moan as he slowly strokes his length. Tilting his head back with his eyes closed.
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brown-little-robin · 9 months
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outfit :}
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euesworld · 1 year
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"You create the thunder of butterfly wings in my soul, raining down affection on me like April showers.. so soft as you softly love me, I am powerless to do anything but to fall in love with you. Here.. I picked you a flower."
I have read a thousand books but none is as interesting as you - eUë
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if i had a genie lamp id wish for Three Things: 1) spiders stay the fuck away from me & out of my spaces. 2) infinite moneys. 3) draw quickly.
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thatonezodiacfan · 3 months
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D:
So like star butterfly would be *22* (i think) as of 2024….i can’t handle this
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anthonyspage · 4 months
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🌌🌠☁️🛁⭐️🌘🦋🌸
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protectcosette · 9 months
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not to put too much weight in external validation but there really is something about knowing in an observable way that you are desirable to the people you desire that makes you start to see yourself more kindly
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bloomandbutterbakery · 5 months
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