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weirdlookindog · 9 months
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The Invisible Man (1933)
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dathen · 12 days
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“Some of it’s Greek. Now the Greek I thought you—”
“Of course,” said Mr. Bunting, taking out and wiping his spectacles and feeling suddenly very uncomfortable—for he had no Greek left in his mind worth talking about; “yes—the Greek, of course, may furnish a clue.” . . .
He coughed, put on his glasses, arranged them fastidiously, coughed again, and wished something would happen to avert the seemingly inevitable exposure. Then he took the volume Cuss handed him in a leisurely manner. And then something did happen.
The door opened suddenly.
Late but the suspense Bunting is in over “barely remembers any Greek but doesn’t want to admit to it” is so funny, and even funnier that he’s saved from this confession by Thief Shenanigans
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troublefemme · 2 months
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eventually we need to talk about the butch/femme breadwinner expectation I've seen going around because I haven't seen a single one be right so far
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Team Spotlight | Fantastic Four
Version 1 || Version 2 || Version 3
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moregraceful · 1 year
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big missing buster posey hours....like i know he's enjoying being georgia's quietest invisibliest dilfiest 🍑 and doing like golf sponcon or whatever and also has four kids and a broken back from carrying the entire organization for eleven years. but i miss him :/
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sailforvalinor · 1 year
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So I’m rewatching Wizards of Waverly Place for the Nostalgia and the biggest takeaway for me so far is that, contrary to what the writers clearly intended, it’s Justin, not Alex, who is the most relatable character
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bryan360 · 1 year
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Edited Note: I had an errors/mistakes to get fixed at 1st and 2nd Images. My apologies for leaving it up even after getting secret art trade done. 😅 At least knowing I’ve addressed this thanks to my P-pal’s noticing. 👍
Edited #2: Make that another when looking inside of Maxwell’s A/W coat/sweater from the inside. It’s supposed to red not blue so yeah. 😮‍💨
Here’s my note before I’ll get started….
(DON’T YOU EVER COPY FROM MINE OR MY FRIEND’S WORK, CHARACTERS, AND STUFF IF ONE OF YOU ARE IMPOSTERS WHO HAD HABITS OF PLAGIARISM! I WILL BLOCK YOU FROM MY BLOG IF I SEE YOUR POST WITH MINE OR MY FRIEND’S ORIGINAL WORK BEING EDITED ALL OVER! I’LL EVEN SHARE IT ONTO MY BLOG SO IF EVERYONE WILL SEE THAT YOU TRYING TO COPY MINE OR MY FRIEND’S THINGS FOR NO GOOD REASON WHATSOEVER! That will be all….I mean it.)
AT - Folded Laundry for New Owner(s)
🇵🇷Me: Before I can show you guys my latest Inktober post; which I thankfully got it done from past weeks already, It’s time that I should’ve got into after my P-pal give me CN’s 30th Anniversary themed request. If you have seen already, then click the link here down below. ⬇️
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🇵🇷Me: Regardless of taking much time I’ve gotten through this month, I finally got my art trade request finished to everyone; especially to my P-pal @murumokirby360 that he been waiting for. Hope he’s gonna like this I’ve worked hard for. Though again forgive myself of taking too much time for this month. Anyways, he asked me of making this from my OC’s A/W clothes something special. This time by making it into as fresh laundry before giving to new owner(s). Which if you seen it before when my OCs giving to their friends.
🐰🖌Maxwell: Yeah, but look like our A/W clothes are in mind of their own started the first one being invisible.
🐰👊💥May: But it’s not after it became unaccompanied.
🦊⚽️Sam: Then our clothes are flopped to the ground before laying down.
🍫Brown: And finally being folded into laundry neatly before getting ready to send to new owner(s). Now that’s pretty nice, huh?
🐱🎧Mikey: Yeah, kid. This is something new when needed to fold our A/W clothes, but different in a good way. Just saying though.
🐰🖌Maxwell: Don’t worry, Mikey. At least knowing we’ll be giving away our clothes to remember for. Not just any owner(s), but to our new friends as well. Hope they really appreciated very well.
🇵🇷Me: That’s right, Maxwell. Here’s to another secret art trade to give for my P-pal; especially for new owners/friends. Isn’t that right, Miya?
🐰🖌Maxwell, 🐰👊💥May, 🦊⚽️Sam, 🥜Brown, and 🐱🎧Mikey: Mhm! 👍
Maxwell, May, Sam, Brown, and Mikey’s A/W clothes (are to be give away to their new owners/friends) created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)
Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301
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thoughtportal · 1 year
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The problem seems not to be new technology but who owns the means of production.
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reputayswift · 2 years
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You All Over Me is a little Addie LaRue-esque if you ask me 🤔
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chicomecoatl · 2 years
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weirdlookindog · 6 months
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The Invisible Man (1933) - Trade ad
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alucohc · 2 months
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i think this has to be the worst way i've ever done the portal fight
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sw5w · 6 months
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Mos Espa in View
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STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:51:47
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telephonemarketer · 6 months
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genderfluid aro bi (middle school) -> bi transman (high school) -> bigender bi butch (early college) -> butch lesbian (late college)
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neverendingford · 9 months
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#tag talk#skyrim oc#OH I JUST HAD A GREAT IDEA FOR MY SHITHOLE SKYRIM CHARACTER#so I'm gonna get a steward for the Falkreath house. go get some more housecarls to take care of my daughters#AND THEN I'M GONNA MAKE HIM AM ABSENTEE FATHER.#he's gonna be like “I have to leave my family while I join the dark brotherhood to make skyrim a better place through murder and war#and the juicy thing is that the dark brotherhood sanctuary is literally in south Falkreath. like ten minutes away from home#so he's gonna lurk in the woods sometimes being a pathetic sad noodle wishing he could see his girls again#when literally he could if he weren't such an egotistical idealist.#I like the idea of turning invisible and leaving money on the doorstep at night as a way of trying to make up for being gone#you know that thing where people feel bad for not having a relationship with you so they just give you money and gifts instead? yeah.#AND THEN HIS DARK BROTHERHOOD FOUND FAMILY IS GONNA DIE TOO. he's gonna be so fucking shattered#but his pride won't let him come crawling back to his family now that they've spent two years without him. so he'll just be so alone#maybe that's when I go back and join the thieves guild. because there's a new npc that changes your face with magic#he'll be so distraught that he'll join any group that'll have him that he hasn't burned bridges with yet.#this is going to be so fun omgggg#I usually just pick all the silent options for dark brotherhood dialogue but this guy is a fucking suck up simp.#he picks all the most agreeable options like he's networking at the office. he would probably be way too into Patric Bateman irl ngl#he wouldn't do nfts but he would definitely do crypto and get maybe fucked by some stupid futures trading that went bad#exactly the kind of man who would get picked up for Squid Game tbh#no idea if he'll every get up the courage to become the dragonborn.#I think maybe he'll just keep going on hopes that a dragon fucking kills him
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jamminvroomvroom · 11 days
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hi babe i’m here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but he’s still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex 🫠🫠
play pretend.
ln x fem!reader
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in which it’s time to stop pretending…
just a little blurb to say…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot 💖💖 lemme know what y’all think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (it’s exam szn ew)
songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls
warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (don’t be silly…)
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cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.
he’s still here.
you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes it’s because of work, sometimes it’s because you’d promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how you’re such good friends.
but he’s there. and he’s looking at you.
“hi.” he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.
“hey.” you mumble, leaning in closer to him.
he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. he’s a human heater, and you’re cold, that’s the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.
“you’re still here.” you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you don’t actually want him to hear you.
“couldn’t leave you.” he mutters quietly.
you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.
“why?”
“i hate leaving after.”
the ‘after’ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. he’s eyeing up your lips and you’re returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.
this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, he’s gone.
“for the record, i hate it when you go.” you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. you’re anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.
“maybe i should stop going then, hm?” two of lando’s fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.
“yeah.” you breathe.
it’s like he’s tugged an invisible string, and you’re melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, it’s rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.
“want you. now.” you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.
“i always want you, drives me crazy.” lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.
lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. you’re both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. you’re slick for him already, can feel the way it’s painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.
“take me then.” you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.
lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like you’re nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where you’re aching for him.
“can’t keep pretending.” lando whispers against the shell of your ear.
he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.
“then let’s not pretend anymore.” you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.
“yeah, baby? wanna be all mine?” he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.
“already am, all yours.” you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.
“good girl.” lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.
as if he’s rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. you’re soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.
“so close.” you sound like you’re begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.
“gotta say please.” he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.
“please, lando.” you writhe, canting your hips back against him.
“sound so pretty for me.” he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.
his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.
“cum with me.” you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where you’d be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.
“let me see those eyes.” he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.
your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. it’s all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.
“god.” you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.
“i never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning i’d get.” lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.
“not letting you leave from now on.” you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.
“you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”
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sorry this is soooo bad lmao i felt the urge to write something short n sweet xoxo
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