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carryingthebanner · 2 years
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if i had a nickel for every time i found out a member of the royal family died from tumblr, i would have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it’s happened twice.
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murdrdocs · 9 months
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TW SOMNOPHILIA 18+
so like, telling Ethan that you’re his, no matter what, and you always will be, and at first he just takes it as a love confession. which, it is. but you meant so much more in those words. you try to tell him, really putting an emphasis on certain words (”i’m yours, e. i mean it) and he’s just not getting it so you flat out tell him that you’re into somnophilia and if he ever wants you, he can have you, even when you’re exhausted and weighed down from the strenuous life you live. it takes him some time to even consider indulging, but he comes to your apartment one night, and you’ve just put away your work and tucked yourself in after a long day of reading and rereading notes. you feel the comforter slip off your shoulders and you’re quick to try and replace it but then you hear him. 
“it’s me, baby.” and when you scoot over to make room for him his heart swells to twice its size because if you’ve had a rough day, his was miles worse. so he smiles gently and caresses your cheek that isn’t against the pillow, prompting you to snuggle into it and peel your eyes open. 
“are you getting in, e?” you ask, your voice already raspy and for a second, he regrets what he was thinking. he considers slipping his clothes off and wrapping his arms around your waist and burrowing his head in your chest, the place where he’s the most comfortable, until he falls asleep. but he knows he won’t be able to even truly consider sleeping until he’s satisfied. 
he blinks, and you’re out again, rolling to your back in search of another comfortable position. 
you roll to your back, your arms slipping from under the covers to wrap around ethan’s neck and pull him into a slow, lazy, sloppy kiss. 
it’s quick that the covers are pulled down and his jeans are lowered to the halfway point on his thighs. you’re slipping in and out, to and fro, small grumbles of “’m so tired, e,” spewing from your lips. 
“i know, baby. i know,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “you want me to stop? you know the word.” 
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Happy Transgender Tuesday! I'll try to have a pumpkin post for each week this month. :3
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anesharem · 7 months
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Who the fuck looked at a lobster and thought "oh yeah thats food"
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rennebright · 3 months
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メアリー・セレスト by Qiandai以宇 [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.
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spiked-mall-goth · 8 months
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he's fine btw... dont worry abt him
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meepnesscombat · 10 months
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Madeline my best friend 
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starry-crowie · 16 days
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So me and my sister have been playing Danganronpa recently 🐻
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ask-maddy-and-co · 6 months
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((Little bit ahead of where the blog was at, but I might as well post it now rather than any more time later, it was drawn during last year's blog anniversary.))
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carryingthebanner · 1 year
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📰 Newsies Ask Game 📰
🏙 Brooklyn Newsies or Manhattan Newsies?
🎭 92sies, Bwaysies, Toursies, Livesies or West Endsies?
🏜 Santa Fe (Prologue) or Santa Fe?
🤝 Which Character Are You Most Like?
😬 Which Character Are You Least Like?
👴 Favorite Oldsie?
👑 Favorite Katherine Outfit?
👔 Favorite Newsies Outfit?
👗 Favorite Medda Outfit?
🗺 Would You Rather Visit The Movie Set or The Broadway Set?
💚 Favorite Background Newsie?
🌱 Act 1 Davey or Act 2 Davey?
🎶 Favorite Song?
🎤 Character You’d Like to Play?
🎵 Least Favorite Song?
👠 Favorite Girlsie?
🩸 Opinion on Blood Drips Heavily On Newsies Square?
❣️ Jarah or Jatherine?
❤️ Sprace or Javid?
🤍 The Character You Project Onto The Most?
💭 Any Headcanons?
🗯 Favorite Line/Lyric?
👀 Any Cut Songs That Deserved To Stay?
🗞️ Favorite Community/School/off-off Bway Production?
🎨 Favorite Fanwork(s)?
💘 I Never Planned On You or Something to Believe In?
🎀 High Times, Hard Times or That’s Rich?
🎟 Favorite Cast Member(s)?
🎆 How Long Have You Been a Fansie?
💜 Favorite Rarepair?
😈 Any Unpopular Opinions?
🕺 Favorite Dance Number?
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mcondance · 4 months
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twin xl
thinking about fucking in tim’s dorm bed, getting railed on his striped blue sheets while daryl’s out with his girl.
he hasn’t got a headboard to hit the wall, but with the way the bed creaks and bounces under the weight of tim fucking you 7 ways to heaven, the noise is probably even worse.
it’s the atmosphere of it all, the skull on his wall and the flag hanging from his door, the boxy little tv on his messy stand, the feel of being fucked in his space.
you’ve made a mess of his bed, the pillows strewn out, his comforter thrown over the edge, the little brown blanket he keeps balled up beside you two. the lamp on his nightstand casts a golden glow over his face, and you think he looks beautiful even in your one-track mind.
it’s the epitome of a college hook-up, messy and wild and god, tim fucks dirty, fucks with the precision and power of a boy who knows how to get you there, and keep you there, keep you feeling good in his twin xl.
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cloveroak · 8 days
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stargazing with celeste 💫
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murdrdocs · 8 months
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thinkin abt messy audible sex w stiles
It’s like your senses are heightened, the ability to take in absolutely every single thing happening around you a new addition to your usual life. Maybe, if you weren’t in these specific circumstances, you would be a little freaked out. Heart racing for another reason, a different type of overstimulation seeping into your body and sending you running instead of chasing the sensations. 
But with Stiles above you, left hand pressed into the pillow under your head, right hand gripping your bare hip like his life depends on it, you’re able to use your enhanced-like senses to your advantage. You’re able to smell the remnants of Stiles’ cologne and your perfume as your combined sweat washes it off, replacing the traditionally pleasant scents with untraditionally aromatic smells of sex. You’re able to feel Stiles’ silky soft hair under your fingertips, and the easy way his cock slides in and out of your welcoming walls. But most of all, you’re able to hear the sound of you and Stiles together, the wet squelch of your cunt taking his inches with each thrust, the near silence of the refusal to let him go as he pulls back. 
When you’d first started a couple of orgasms ago, you could barely hear all of that, your moans and Stiles’ praises drowning the sound out. Then after your third orgasm, you’d gone silent, your euphoria rendering you speechless, soundless even. It’s then that you could hear it all, Stiles noticing first as he shushed you with a just as audible kiss. 
“Listen to that. You hear that?” He waited for your response, amber eyes flickering between each of yours. When you did hear it, mouth dropping a little as your eyes hazed over, he smirked, a curt amused chuckle falling from his lips before he kissed you once more. “Making fuckin’ music, baby.” 
Usually, Stiles fucked you with as least some sort of percision, some technique that he'd picked up which always made you mess. But you were already a mess, and Stiles' style of fucking you tonight was messy. Uncoordinated thrusts that had you wanting more and less. Fingers added along with his cock, the slightest stretch having you seeing stars. Circling your clit and spitting on it and even fucking speaking to your cunt. He's like a different person.
You were fucking gushing around him, a product from the first orgasm Stiles had given you with his fingers, then the second with his tongue, and the impending third from his cock. You’ve been in a position similarly to this one before, but your abundance of arousal was unusual, probably an effect of Stiles’ new haircut and particularly cocky attitude today. 
Both had you wanting him more than usual, trying to keep your hormones subdued even though it made them worse. Pretending like you didn’t want Stiles eventually had you pressing yourself against him when you were alone, close to begging for him to touch you but you’d never have to beg Stiles, he thinks it’s a privilege to have you like this. 
To him, his form of heaven is bringing you to the edge again and again. It’s why he’s bolstering right now, chattier than usual as he praises you for even being this wet for him. It starts off as praise, and it starts with him talking to you, but then you feel as if he’s talking more to himself. 
“So, so good for me, sweetheart. You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? Think about you all day. My girl. Letting me treat her like a little slut. Don’t even know what to do with myself most of the time. Can’t do anything but jack off, thinking about how good you taste, how good you feel.” 
And as much as you like hearing Stiles talk, you just need to hear what the two of you sound like a little more. So you bring him down to you, nails digging into his scalp to silence him even as you push your lips to his. Then, you pull back enough to speak to him, a commanding, “listen” let out into the air. 
Stiles smiles against your lips, and then he listens.
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Now I am become transgender tuesday, the destroyer of worlds...
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catboy-bride · 7 months
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i have been thinking about celeste a normal amount recently
+ a few extra sketches
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rennebright · 6 months
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メアリー・セレスト by 碳酸 [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.
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