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maikhiwi00 · 10 months
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TRANSFORMERS: RISE OF THE BEASTS 2023, dir. Steven Caple Jr.
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guerrillateezsworld · 3 months
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SOMEONE SHUT ME UP NEOW @burreaux-drys
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lover-of-mine · 8 months
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Buddie being definitely and completely platonic and heterosexual totally not flirting at all no tension whatsoever
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willowser · 1 year
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the tag “he’s not having sex!!” is killing me im trying so hard to keep it together in this coffee shop rn trying not to cackle
also yeah dabi probably considered the time that you helped him take a fully clothed shower (because he wasnt comfortable at the moment even if he was by himself to be naked) to be third base. maybe even a home run idk
LMAOOO okay okay, not to get on a serious note, but your shower bit 🥺 i genuinely think dabi would be so, so fun for friends to lovers. because a totally platonic relationship with him must be hilarious; this man is a smart ass, okay? he will always have you cracking up. and i think if he views you as just some acquaintance of his, he's more prone to like. just chatting with you or shooting the shit or drinking or walking around at all hours of the night when neither of you can sleep. it's not until things start to get a little...softer, i think, that he pulls back—but that's what makes it so good !
because it could come out of nowhere, for either of you. one minute you're sharing a bottle in a brown paper bag under the bright city lights, talking shit about pro heroes, and the next—
"fuck, i'm freezing." you laugh as you say it, but your teeth won't stop chattering and your legs are starting to feel like they're made of lead. you have to come to a stop, leaning against some abandoned shop in this lesser part of town.
"should'a dressed right," dabi murmurs, having the audacity to tell you such a thing even though he's in pants with holes in the knees, without a jacket. already he sounds like he's sobering up, but you suppose he can't help it; his metabolism probably eats through everything.
"can't all be so h-hot-blooded."
tired, his mouth stretches in a lazy smirk, and he rolls his eyes like you're being dramatic—despite the fact that it's snowing. "ain't that bad."
you beg to differ. "feel my hands!"
he watches you carefully as you offer them, like he's putting too much thought into it, suddenly. it's not often that you two really touch, not if he can help it, because there's never been a need. not before now.
the facade of his nonchalance is readjusted, though there's a tension lining his mouth that you've never seen on him, not with you. he tucks the bag underneath his armpit so that he can use both his hands, and then he folds your fingers down into fists and covers them with his own.
entirely, the long and rough expanse of his palms dwarfing you. it's hot, immediately, and the sensation has you shuddering in relief, letting out a grateful little sound as your body sways closer to his on instinct. neither of you say anything, and you're too tipsy too notice the grit of his jaw or the bob of his adam's apple.
been a long time since he touched someone, just 'cause. with the intention of helping instead of harming.
you don't care, only let out another teeth chattering whine before pressing your cheek into the back of his hand. yours is icy, but his own heat at the sight of you nuzzling into him like a fucking kitten.
it's weird, but only lasts for a moment before you're pulling away and turning to wobble down the sidewalk, back in the direction of the hideout. you almost slip once and the screech you let out is enough to make you both laugh, for now—but neither of you will be able to sleep tonight without thinking about it, his skin against yours.
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coglionemeraviglioso · 2 months
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turns out i can't listen to 1D/their solo career, especially Harry anymore because it makes me emotionally unstable
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russelross68 · 8 months
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dumbass deltarune oc/idea
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Since there might be a trend of speech quirks throughout the bosses
Anjle's might be for a word at the end of it's sentence to be spelled backwards
Or
It's might be to refer to people in pronoun form as it and instead of saying gendered names like girl or boy.. It'll just use thing instead leading into it not believing in gender
Anyways, that's all for now.
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todayisafridaynight · 11 months
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This is based off a text post going around a while back- but for the stream you should make a lil 2D drawing to represent you, and every time you hit Ctrl+Z it cringes/yells
i got two settings it's cringing and yelling ☠️☠️☠️
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fourteenthz · 3 months
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I need ppl to feed me information of their oc daily btw. I need to know more about ur ocs please let me just PLEASE
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ofyorkshire · 8 months
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context (i'm gonna cry!)
*cups Bj's face* "Promise." :) - @heretoboogie
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          Even now there are days when a gentle touch made BJ tense; the body always remembered pain more clearly than pleasure. But Campbell was a soft hand and a warm voice, and BJ relaxed despite himself and the tears wetting his lashes.
            Promise, Cam said. Promise, there'll be days where they'll all laugh again 'til their faces hurt and their sides split with the joys of being alive.
          It was hard to believe that when most days BJ wasn't sure he even wanted to be alive. If he got better here, in hospital, what would be the point? What waited for him outside those doors? Life on the street again? Dodging cops and spending nights in strange men's arms? Men who would not hold BJ's face so gently, or look at him with such kindness. They would see his tears and their first thought wouldn't be what's wrong?, but how pretty. BJ couldn't imagine a life out there any more than he could within these walls.
          ...And yet when Campbell promised, BJ could almost believe him. That was the magic, it seemed, of Campbell Bain. Between the great sweeping crashes that left the poor boy in the arms of nurses, there were great, brilliant flashes of hope so intensely genuine that it could pierce through even the darkest of Barry James' doubts. You're a naive bastard, BJ often thought about Cam. But you're a better fellow for it.
          Sometimes Campbell reminded him of Barry Gannon. Barry had been a wildly paranoid, melancholy man, and in that way, he and Campbell were nothing alike at all. But the both saw BJ, that was the important part. He was a whole person to them, with thoughts and feelings and fears and dreams. He held value.
          So when BJ leaned in, he would later regret that he hadn't entirely been thinking of Campbell Bain, but Mr. Gannon, with alcohol on his breath and newspaper ink on his fingertips. And when BJ's lips brushed the corner of Cam's, he'd not been thinking about boundaries, or whether or not Cam would like him still if he knew what Barry James was, he'd only been thinking... You are kind.
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i swear to god predoc scholarships will be the fucking end of me oh god i almost lost it completely for a bit, i think i need a defribilator
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abcdeception · 11 months
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One take I’ve seen which sort of annoys me is this idea that if Jonathan really wanted to leave the show after Sebastian died, he could’ve just told Cam so & then he would’ve been free to live his life as he saw fit. Beyond the fact that we know he did tell Cameron he wanted to stop performing, or at least that he voiced some kind of protest about performing certain shows (from the final episode, Transposition), there’s the point that it’s really fucking difficult to say no to the people you care about.
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(^ from Transposition, ~38:54)
From this scene alone we know that Cam had to talk Johnny into continuing to perform after their father passed; it’s obvious that Johnny values his freedom, though, so why did he ever agree to it? Primarily, because his brother asked him to, and he loves Cameron more than he wants to be free (this is true, at least, at the beginning of the show). It’s not as simple as just saying “No”. If that’s the line of logic we’re following, then Jonathan can’t carry any blame for asking Dina to retrieve the files that the FBI were hiding — she simply could’ve refused, right? Cameron, at the very least (and I do mean very least, because their father treated him like shit), got to go out and connect with people as himself. Johnny only ever had Cameron, so to deny his brother anything must’ve seemed impossible. I don’t want to start speculating about how that conversation must’ve gone because it’s counterintuitive to the point I’m trying to make, but I just think this idea (that all Jonathan had to do is tell Cameron he didn’t want to perform) is reductive, and also does a massive disservice to the really complex character dynamics at play in the show
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jesterguy · 3 months
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Hit the albuterol a bit too hard and the rooms been spinning for like 30 min
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createacamillahect · 3 months
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Fingering Camilla Hect's ass.
You're sitting on the bed beneath her bent knees as you pour lubricant into your hand. She is lounging her head on her forearms. You circle the tip of your finger along her rim languidly, her body tensing in anticipation, before kissing the swell of her ass as you slide your index finger in to the first knuckle. She lets out a whole body sigh, her body sinking further into the mattress. She has never been patient though, quickly moving her hips back to take your finger quickly.
You laugh and knead her ass with one hand as you slowly insert another finger. She huffs and you plant another kiss to her. You take mercy and slide you other hand to her stroke her clit briefly before returning to kneading.
"Another," she grunts, as you begin to scissor your fingers inside of her.
You grin, and you drizzle lube where your fingers enter her before you quickly spear in the third.
She jolts, her breath catching, as you begin to stroke inside her, gradually building pace as you press against her front wall. She grinds back on to your hand, already desperate for more. From your point of view, you can just see her breasts move with every grind. You reach to give them some attention, sliding the nipples between your fingers, as you continue to speed up your hand's thrusts. You keep your forearm in line with your hand, allowing you to put more force behind each thrust.
Her hips have become erratic; her pants loud as she approaches orgasm. You other hand moves to grab the meat of her shoulder to pull her back onto you as you angle you thumb to start rapid stimulation against her clitoris. Her movements speed up as her body tenses, her gasping as she comes. You continues your harsh movements as her upper body jerks back in pleasure. You begin to slow your movements as she relaxes, her whole body settling down.
You slide out gingerly, and gently guide her to your face as you lick along her sex, collecting her arousal along you tongue, being careful with your pressure against her sensitive silky skin. You slowly knead her soft behind as you do so.
She, in turn licks against your very clear arousal and you can't help the smile your gasp comes through.
Guess second round is now.
She is, quite frankly, the most impatient woman you've ever met.
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trans-xianxian · 1 year
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just saw someone say that older siblings are allowed to yell at their younger siblings because they had no say in them being in the family and it's "preparing them to be yelled at in the real world" girl what the fuck are you talking about
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greenjudy · 4 months
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one of the only good things about modern life: bird bath cam
Thinking about how Percy Bysshe Shelley would have been riveted by birdbath and watering hole cams
This gentleman would watch a birdbath cam in Michigan or Aix-en-Provence with tears in his eyes
Do you not think he would have a whole birdbath-cam-poetry volume? Because he very obviously would
Do you not think he would be following with passionate interest the doings in the nest of the ospreys on the Finnish Meri Kotka YouTube channel?
The ospreys, the juncos, the blackbirds!
O cloud, o time, o bead of dew light-filled
shining suspended on talon, on wing:
what to that my betrayed beating heart?
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bitch (affectionate) where where are the rats
1. shut uuuuup
2. okay but think of Lilith who realises that holding kepler or kuiper in her stupid hands is really calming
and post [redacted] when everyone is [redacted] she goes around just slapping kepler into bea & ava’s hands when they’re upset
Ava: what the fuck lilith
Lilith: get better soon bitch
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