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cowboybuckleys · 2 years
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chemdisaster · 7 months
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"it'd be so impressive if they weren't so annoying"
-grian, 2023
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jewishbarbies · 8 months
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I hate how fucking annoying Taylor Swift is. She is so fake and everything about her is crafted and pre-planned. She has no fucking realness. Like everything she does is to fit something. She has albums that is solely created to fit a vibe and it's okay if it's one or two but bruh she has fucking 9999 albums and they all fit different things and not in a way that's like oh she created so many songs and she has one for each. Noooo she has she sat down with whoever and whatever team she has and planned her albums that contain shitty music to fit the vibes. I am so mad. She's so fucking annoying. Like some category gets popular and she's fucking there with her songs that make no sense whatsoever but is actually just words thrown around until it rhymes. August I had to fucking endure the fucking song. Now for autumn she's there again and I would just.... Like just let me have one. I have no idea how her fans think she is good. Like all the problematic things aside, she's so fake and has absolutely no personality aside from crying and whining. Oh he didn't love me even though I did, oh no he loved someone else and now I have been wronged even though we weren't even together, oh no he fell out of love and how dare he, oh no some other girl is happy and I'm not so it must be her fault. Like gurl get a grip, I get that we all feel this but to make this your entire personality even at 30s. God I'm tired of you woman. Get a life and if you don't have one, maybe try building one after going to therapy. I'm so tired
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Rose: Being mentally ill and being otherwise a perfectly logical person is so hard because bitch you think I don't know my thoughts make no sense?
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lost-in-letters · 2 years
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Who goes "that's a nice river" and jumps into it in the middle of a job?!
Me and apparently some guy named Dazai.
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belegart · 5 months
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Not to nerd out or anything
But Frances Burney is a whole ass mood
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mrs-mikko-rantanen · 1 year
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So... I went skating today and wiped out in the exact same way as I did the first time and injured my knee the exact same way. So here's to a second lbi, timeline even more unknown since the first one wasn't even all healed... Hope you're doing better than I am.
-LBI Anon
LBI!!!!!! JUST BECAUSE CALE'S OUT DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO JOIN HIM!!!!!!! 💔😭😭😭😭 I'm so sorry man, I hope it heals up fast tho. I'm ok. Stiff and sore tonight but my PT says I'm doing well so far, and I got the ok to start easing into other workout stuff 🤞
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alrightyyaphrodite · 1 year
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fuckitydoodah · 1 year
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Just saw a tiktok account whose bio said, “please don’t perceive me, I’m just hands.” And THAT is my gender
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emblazons · 2 months
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"Or...am I getting ahead of myself again?" "Not one bit."
Cloud Strife & Tifa Lockhart Golden Saucer Date • Final Fantasy VII (Rebirth) + happy release day!
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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months
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"Fernando" S1E4 - Fernando Alonso & Carlos Sainz Sr.
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hungharrington · 4 months
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jayy!! lately i’ve been thinking that steve really really likes it when you ride him. like yeah, he loves to see you on top but i feel like he loves the idea of you using him to get off yknow?? like he just wants to be your boy toy. doesn’t even care if he doesn’t cum, but gets SO WHINY and blushy when he does cause he just feels so so lucky to have you jump his bones🙌
UGH i need him like i need to BREATHE. need him to whine in my ears 24/7
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oh lawd. this one…. brain goes BRRRRRRR what did you PUT in this ask cherry…. does this fit the prompt? maybe 🤪 but it was written at work so have mercy on me
Of all the things Steve loves in the world, making you feel good? Top of the list.
That much is a given— with the fervor in which he’ll bury his face between your thighs, moans that vibrate against your cunt just right, his fingers digging into your thighs as his hips rut against the bed.
When he’s determined to pull an orgasm out of you with his hands, his darkened hazel eyes drinking in every moan, desperately flicking between your blissed out expression and his fingers pumping into your cunt, covered in your slick— all of it shows in the ache in his pants, in the breathy noises he makes when you tip over the edge.
So, you’re not at all surprised at what he says to you that night — take what you want.
You’re both tangled together, haphazardly draped across the bed— too entranced in the hot press of each others mouth to think about letting go, even as you had both staggered up the stairs and into the bedroom. It had been one charged dinner date, with one hand far too comfortable sneaking up your skirt go tease you.
Now, Steve lies beneath you and when you break away, panting, to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, he’s a fucking sight to behold. Chest heaving, face flushed so much it crawls down his neck, his eyes fix on you with such an intenseness that it makes you shiver.
His shirt has been driving you crazy all dinner, undone just enough to show a flash of chest hair. Now you work it open quickly, each button revealing a little more of his glorious tanned chest, sprinkled with hair. Lust drools through you. You rake one hand down it, fingernails pressing into his skin lightly and Steve groans.
“Okay, you need to get naked, like, right now,” His hands pair with his words, finding the edge of your shirt. He’s tugging it up and your arms go up to let him pull it from your frame. His insistance makes your grin.
“Funny how you can say that when you’re still wearing pants.” You bicker back, using your now free hands to work on his belt buckle.
Steve watches you for a moment, his tummy clenches when you palm at his bulge for a moment and his head rolling back onto the duvet. He makes a pained noise. His hands form fists at his sides — just for a moment, before he’s sliding them up your thighs.
They creep beneath your skirt, finding the elastic of your panties — then one of his hands shift forward, cupping your heat tightly. You moan at the same time Steve does, his hand pressing up against your clit perfectly. He shakes his head on the bed, his hair messing up against the sheets.
“I take it back,” He whines. His hands shoot down to overtake yours, shucking his pants down his thighs as best he can. Just the thin material of his boxers remains. “I don’t think I can wait, honey, I need— you can just- please,”
“Hey, hey, I got it, I got you,” You push his hands away and Steve melts. He grows still, only his hands twitching and his neck craned up to watch as you tug his boxers down.
His cock must be aching with the way it looks, all pretty and flushed in the head, crying just for you. You can’t help yourself, giving it a quick pump, rubbing the head with your thumb.
Steve keens loudly, his body growing taut, his head thrown back. A strangled whimper tears from his throat. “Ngh- please, oh fuck, pleasepleaseplease—“
You release his cock and Steve deflates a bit, panting loudly. Your skirt takes only a second to remove and it takes another to push your panties to the side, your knees straddling across his hips. Your core burns hotly, clenching in anticipation of being filled.
You make sure Steve is watching as you hold his cock, prepped to sink down — and he is. His face, still flushed with his eyes bright, is intent on watch your own.
It makes the heat in your gut flare hotter. Hot lust sparks beneath your skin as he keeps his gaze on you for as long as he can — your hot, wet cunt sinking down on him finally forcing his eyes closed.
“Fuck, fuck— shit, don’t move just yet,” The words pour from Steve’s mouth, his eyes screwed up and head thrown back. Your hands shift forward, planting on his chest and you give him a minute— revelling in the delicious stretch his cock gives you. Fuck, it never gets old.
You lean down and kiss the closest skin you can find, his collarbone. Steve smiles, eyes still closed. His hands shift off the sheets, trailing from your thighs, your hips, up your ticklish sides, until he finds your face. His thumbs stroke over your cheeks delicately and when he pulls you closer, you follow without hesitance.
He kisses your lips, soft and sweet, and then murmurs against them. “Take what you want, baby.”
A little whine creeps out your mouth at his words and your hips follow without thinking, beginning to rock gently. A dose of lust licks up your spine and you sigh prettily.
Steve’s face shudders, pleasure rippling across his features and his eyes slip shut. His mouth drops open a little bit, the smallest noise escaping, his cheeks almost as pink as his lips. His eyes crinkle open, watching you closely.
“Ye- yeah, that’s it.” Steve manages to murmur. His hands haven’t left your face, still gently holding either side as you roll your hips back, slow and sensual. “Good girl.”
A gasp pushes past your lips and this time when you rock back, it’s a little more desperate. Steve moans, voice drenched in desire, and his hands fall from your face to grip the sheets. You lean on his chest further, your thighs aching deliciously as you fuck yourself on his cock— up and down, faster and faster.
“Steve,” you mewl out. It’s instinct to reach for him, to call out for him and in response, you feel the buck of his hips, pressing him deeper within you. Steve whimpers.
“You got it, honey,” He assures, voice more and more breathy. “Doing so good.”
There’s a soft squelch as you work yourself down on him, a coil of pleasure beginning to tighten up in your tummy. You feel a fiery warmth beneath your skin that spikes with every movement you make.
One of Steve’s hands comes up to cover your own, holding it tight to his chest — right over his heart and he lets the other nudge your face back to facing him. You hadn’t realised how it had begun to tilt forward, lost in your own pleasure.
“Mhm, fu- fuck, that’s my girl,” Steve whispers. You shift up to change the angle and when you fuck back down, you moan loudly — Steve writhing beneath you to contain himself from fucking up into you. You, however, show him no mercy.
“God,” Steve whines loudly. His breathes are coming out with little whimpers now. “That’s—that’s it— just fuckin’ take what you need. Take it, take it from me, baby.”
Your cunt gushes and you whimper — and you do just that.
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months
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Prompt 84
Amity Park absolutely adores her little ghostling, her little Gatekeeper who was of her own ectoplasm, reborn from her own blood in the center of her new heart. She absolutely adores her baby, practically a newborn, being only a year dead! 
So of course she had to gush and boast about her little phantom to the other city spirits! They all got together to gossip sometimes after all. And both Smallville and Fawcett started to gush about their own little ones back! 
Gosh they should set up a playdate at some point, her little phantom could use some friends in the mortal realm. Well some more friends, three is obviously not enough. Oh, Gotham and Bludhaven have come over as well! It’s a playdate then! 
Now if only each of their world’s timelines were synced up, but at least everyone is around the same age! 
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gabiwnomagic · 2 years
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hajihiko · 11 months
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Trust and belief and trust and belief and trust and belief and-
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napping-sapphic · 9 months
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Picture this: we eat a truly absurd amount of mashed potatoes and then go to sleep
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