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eclectic-adventures · 4 months
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Do people still make powerpoint memes?
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27 January 2023 song of the day
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dailybotany · 7 months
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In honor of a bunch of my friends being served iris rhizomes instead of daylily bulbs at a skills event and puking their guts out all night, here is a friendly reminder about wild edibles:
Do not eat any wild edibles that are at all new to you or you are even a little uncertain about without double and triple checking the ID with a trusted, professional resource. ABSOLUTELY DO NOT feed wild edibles to anyone else that you haven't repeatedly IDed and eaten yourself with no problems.
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kitdreamzing · 8 months
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Yonny is so silly, go commit your funky lil experiments
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pumpkinpowder · 4 months
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The loudest ear piercing, hair ripping scream you will ever hear coming out of this boy.
Also hi! Yes this one is mostly a moon appreciation post art dump! Love this gremlin a lot! And I did the first one because I felt extra fluffy. I love these two’s friendship so much you don’t understand ;-;
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flowergrenades · 8 months
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thinking about the moment when Crowley offers Aziraphale to try food for the first time, how food is a metaphor for all things that make us human, how confused and cautious Aziraphale is at first and how, once he actually tastes it, he immediately goes crazy and overindulges, how it’s the same delight for him with so many simple human things, like books, clothes and music. another major thing that makes us human? love. when he figures himself out, Aziraphale will go overboard with that one, 'head over heels' doesn’t even begin to describe it
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anothrknife · 5 months
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do you think they went and saw fnaf together (this was so fast you can tell LMAO)
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Now that’s a rare sight
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softobytwt · 4 months
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🪓🐇
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oseike · 6 months
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"This person, who not so long ago searched for herbs with me so earnestly....
"It's too sudden. There's so much everyone wants to say, wants to hear.
"If only he could open his eyes one more time..."
If funerals are for the living, what of one's final moments? For whom do they exist? Is it okay to force wakefulness one more time, even if it should cause pain?
EDIT: @keidokusha has translated this to Vietnamese:
Many thanks to them!
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seashawnty · 6 months
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The idea is manipulative vamp bakugo 🩸
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leaky-heart · 6 months
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WAKEY WAKEY ITS TAPEGIRL AND VANESSA TIME
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ninoxwof · 2 days
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Thorn the Sandwing
[Image Description: A digital drawing of Thorn from Wings of Fire. She is a sandy yellow Sandwing dragon with a small, lithe body, thick eyebrows, a narrow face and a light cream underbelly. She has hazelnut colored markings which includes a mask marking on her face that goes from the top of her head to her muzzle, many different triangle speckle markings, and ones that resemble roses on her shoulders. Her sail is similar to her daughter's, being segmented like flowing rectangles and colored a light brown. Her claws, tail barb, eyes and horns are all brown, her horns being long and twisty. She is posed as though she is flying. On a second image, her accessories are added to the drawing, which includes the Eye of Onyx, an opal pendant, a golden earring on her right ear, and a golden bracelet of dragons with their wings spread out, connected together by their heads and tails on her left arm. /.End ID]
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laezels · 7 months
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the dark urge and astarion witnessing each other's questionable activities in the middle of the night
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dilfhos · 6 months
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NO NUT NOVEMBER
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#!WHO; GOJO SATORU X F! READER
cc: somnophilia, desperate humping, no nut november theme hehe
NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet
MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DFI.
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it’s eerily quiet. as expected late at night. sleep’s found itself evading gojo who lies still beside you. he tries to find some sort of way to help his restless mind cease but fails miserably. retracting the days events didn’t help, even going as far as to count was a futile effort. he gets sidetracked at thirty-seven to the sound of a deep sigh. he turns, leaning on his elbow to face you.
when his sight adjusts he gazes over your slumbering form. you’re facing away from him, ass jutted out inches away. his eyes follow the curve of your hip, the way your knee is positioned higher than the other.
cheeky girl, even unconscious, you’re driving him mad. tonight you wear an oversized t-shirt, his tee, nothing underneath but your cute little panties— oh you tease.
he remembers the downward curve of your lips when he taunted you about them earlier. the way you shivered as his fingertips caressed your hips. you wanted to give in so bad, it was all over your face. in the tiny little buck of your hips when his lips connected with your neck. in your pitiful whine when he pressed himself up against you. he almost had you…but not quite.
“you’re not off the hook yet,” you had chuckled before pulling away. you’d given him a chaste kiss before dancing out of his grasp. he watched as you go, chuckling lightly to be a good sport but beneath it all, gojo was devastated.
now your slumbering form is unaware of the soft schlicks coming from behind you. gojo doesn’t mean to, he can’t help it. all of this time— you should be proud of how long he’s gone without defying your wishes. naive and unknowing to the shameless thoughts running rampant through the man’s mind as he fought it.
his face adorns a bashbul blush as his teeth clench around the hem of his shirt. he inches his sweats down further; looking down he can see the way the light catches on the slick starting to gather at the tip. his thumb swipes it, palm dragging the moisture down his hard cock making him shudder a bit.
gojo groans as he pushes your shirt up higher. if he leans in close enough he can see the way the cotton material clings to your puffy outer lips.
your conditions were a bit difficult. when you first introduced the challenge to him the second week, he laughed. real funny. but you laughed too…yet you were serious.
your tired grumbles don’t go unnoticed by his ear. he shifts until he’s pressing up against your rear, his head propped on a hand, elbow mashing against the pillows. he steadies his palm on his cock, not ready yet. his lips brush your neck, your ear, leaving the softest of kisses on your cheek.
it started off fine.
“those are the conditions. the best you could come up with?” he had teased. “sure ill play along, this’ll be a walk.”
he could do it. it was only about three weeks right? all he had to do was not think of anything remotely exciting. then you had to make it hard. deliberate or not, it was driving him nuts, it wasn’t fair! walking around in nothing but his shirts, fluttering your lashes up at him, talking to him with a purr in your tone.
by day eight he was losing it. when you brushed up against him in the kitchen on day last week, he caved in, locking himself in the bedroom to edge himself, feigning a stomach ache when you bugged him, oh so concerned! he bitterly thought of you that day as he thrusted his hips against pillow, shamelessly wishing it was your mouth.
was it cheating? so what. yesterday, he was so out of it. his mind only plagued by what the hell he was gonna do you when it was over. he couldn’t even be in the same room. when you’d approach he’d give you only but a fleeting kiss before mumbling about something he forgot to do.
gojo now presses further until he’s almost aligned with the cleft of your ass. this’ll work though.
it starts with a small roll of his hips, one that causes your t-shirt to ride a bit. he moves it out of the way, the fabric a nuisance. a barrier. he opts for the frilly feel of your panties instead.
he tries not to be loud, really he does but the way you’re sighing and shifting, it only makes the blood rush straight to his dick and his groans louder. only he doesn’t mean to dig his nails that deep into the grip of your side. you stir seconds later, letting out unintelligible whimpers before blinking awake.
“uhn…gojo what’re-”
“shhh, its nothin’ go back to sleep,” but its not nothing, you could feel something hot and hard rutting against your ass, his hand heavily cinching your waist to hold you in place.
you’re awake now but it doesn’t matter, he’s not done. just hold still for a little while longer. let him get off for all the days he’s been good. fortunately, you comply, you teeth worrying your lip as you tremble in his grasp.
“hmm…nng…fuck,”
he moves closer as if he’s wanting to become one. his desperation would’ve been funny had it been any other circumstance. one where he isn’t waking you up by rutting against your body like a mutt. you turn over and gojo shifts until he’s fully on top of you, his cock heavily resting on your thigh. you make the mistake of looking up at him. the way his eyes catches on what little pale light was in the room made him look inhuman. his usually piercing blue eyes, dark.
he buries his face in your neck, inhales your clean scent. he feels a bit of shame but with how your soft plush thighs feel against his hard cock, he doesn’t let himself dwell on it. his hips began to move, slow at first to feel the sensation of you against him.
wetness oozes onto your skin, the sticky texture unmistakably his arousal. you dare not move as he continued to drag his cock along your dampening panties, the apex behind them beginning to clench and drool. the sounds he makes right next to your ear were breathless and downright sinful, desperation dripping in every whine. his lips messily sought out your own, the exchange a clash of lips, teeth and drool.
he’s fully in between your legs now, cock grinding against your clothed cunny. you can’t help but mewl as he presses further, the tip catching on your sweet clit. your stomach heaves as you look down, angry leaking tip moving up against your cunt. his large palms grab at your thighs, pushing them flat against the bed as he continues to buck his hips.
“gojo…” you whisper, clinging to him.
“I’m almost-fuck,” his hips gain momentum, he’s full on humping you as if he’s actually inside. the friction is delicious on both ends—he hits an angle and your bud rubs against him again. it isn’t until your hips jut up to chase him and his reckless thrusting when he shudders with a broken whine.
“mmmg…!” gojo twitches, slowly rolling his hips until he stills, licking at the corner of your mouth and placing a quick kiss.
he falls back on his side of the bed, his softening cock pressing against the waistband of his sweats, a cocky grin on his face.
“you couldn’t just wait?” you hiss in the darkness once your heart steadied.
“its your fault for making me do this silly challenge anyway.” he leans in closer, warmth tickling your ear as he hums, “and honestly, i could’ve done a whole lot worse.”
his fingers starts to dip past your waistband but you shy away, warmth flooding you face and belly at his words.
“besides, if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were asking with this sorry excuse of sleepwear. look! you’re even wearing my favorite panties. special occasions and all that right?” you scoff, rolling your eyes.
you get up, and as you walk to the bathroom, you can hear gojo’s low chuckles. not only did he make a mess out of you but left you needy for more, an itch he purposely placed, a seed deliberately planted. you wonder if it was payback for these few weeks leaving him unsatisfied with your teasing.
from the bed, gojo glances at his phone, grinning as his hand wraps around his cock again. after weeks of enduring your stupid challenge it’s time for his game.
it’s december 1st after all.
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