the new fallout show is a blessing because fallout content in the last few years has been dry as hell, finally y’all can experience the chaos and heartbreak that is fallout too. play the games now pls.
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I finally thought I would go to bed at a reasonable time yesterday and then inspiration hit me at like 12am and so I sat and wrote in the dark on my phone like 1000 words of angst and ended up crying like a madwoman at what I just wrote… so that’s how Cruel Summer Chapter II is going, in case you were wondering 🥲
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hii this is my first post (not my first time on tumblr though🧎🏻♀️) I’ll be posting some of my work here! hopefully everyone likes it! expect lots of fanart and some original stuff too (a lots of TLOU related stuff!!) 🌿🖤
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all the twitter and tiktok swifties avoiding social media to not get spoiled for tour is so strange to me, like I remember during rep tour when I was just lurking on swiftblr EVERYONE sharing setlists and whatnot!
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Trying so hard to watch the DART NASA livestream with my family without mentioning any asteroid-related sci-fi
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I painted this a long while ago when the party first split cause I knew I wouldn’t have to time paint anything when the Hells finally reunited cause of my current job. I obviously thought it’d probably be Imogen in a really dark place and Laudna being full of joy etc, when they reunited, but based on last week's episode, it’s definitely going to be the opposite. Makes me want to redo this now and switch them around. Someday when I have time, maybe.
Here have some close-ups too.
Also it’s based on this still from “Portrait of a Lady on Fire”
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would love to hear your thoughts on perv!bestfriend!bucky 😳😳😳
I wasn't sure which direction I wanted to take this but hear me out 🙈
I'm imagining sharing a flat with Bucky during college because you've been best friends for so long. He's been into you for years but you've never really noticed.
But maybe while you live together, you notice your panties start disappearing from your drawer. All those little lacy pairs you love start to go missing and they turn up a couple of days later back in your laundry basket again. But didn't you put them in the machine days ago? You don't think much of it though. Why would you?
You don't even stop to imagine that Bucky's taking them to satisfy his own perverted needs. You'd never have guessed that they end up back in the wash because he's jerked off into your panties, filling them with all the cum he dreams of pumping into you. It's a nasty cycle for him though because even after they're washed again, he gets off on the thought of you wearing them, not knowing what he's used them for. It's a slippery slope.
The very worst comes when you start to bring your new boyfriend over. Bucky didn't even realise he was capable of that kind of jealousy.
Bucky hates everything about this guy. He hates his smug smile and his stupid car and his ugly tattoos.
Even more than that, Bucky hates how this guy makes you happy. He hates seeing you so caught up in someone who isn't him.
He very quickly learns that seeing you happy should've been the least of his worries. Hearing you with this guy is so much worse.
The first time he heard you and your new boyfriend through the thin bedroom wall, he didn’t quite know what to do.
“That’s it, good girl.” Your partner’s voice was quiet but your moans certainly weren’t. You were whimpering and moaning, your bed creaking with the rhythm your partner had established.
Bucky was beyond jealous but that didn’t stop his cock from showing interest. Fuck, you sounded perfect. Soft little gasps, tiny sighs and lewd whines had him grasping his stiffening length, doing his best to block out any sounds from your partner and just focus on you.
You’d sound this sweet for him. You’d be even more desperate if it were him inside you. You’d beg and plead for him even louder.
Bucky didn’t last long at all, spilling over his own hand with a stifled moan. His release seemed never ending, whispering your name repeatedly in the empty bedroom. You weren’t done though. Neither was your partner. So neither was Bucky.
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