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obamerzslop · 3 months
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Adam being jealous of a literal rubber duck, he's so stupid
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mold-lover · 6 months
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Elster and Falke chained together, forced to kiss
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b2krw3nsx · 1 year
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Sperm farms for slave boys and old gay man fucks in diapers first Beautiful Kenna eats her sexy stepsis pussy Slender Destiny Summers gets muff loving action Cute Couple Fuck Wild on Webca Blonde white Girl Pussy show webcam Babe blonde pornstar pole dance Orgasmo brutal Blonde with a big back tattoo Flower Tucci shakes her small tits for anal fuck on couch Venus Afrodita like hard bang on camera Parker Page Cheats With Big Black Cock
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boysappetit · 9 months
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Scotty and Toddy
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almondpiglet · 29 days
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ITS SERIZAWAS BDAY TODAY!! IM SO GRATEFUL FOR THIS MAN YALL!!
sns and the kids after celebrating all day long... having sweet lil dreams
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scalpho · 3 months
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bill dead hallariel gone cathilda gone and hell if we're counting gilear then he's gone too. the closest thing fabian has to a parental figure right now is honestly probably his motorcycle. if we had to pick. and that's his dog
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exceedboundaries · 5 months
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Apricity's first little comic! Ruffles is a very loyal slugcat, I'll have you know.
Apricity is an AU set between Rivulet and Saint's campaigns that assumes that Rivulet was sent to investigate conditions around Five Pebbles and Moon, given the mark of communication by-- of all iterators-- Unparalleled Innocence. A pearl from Moon's area carried back to UI reveals that, perhaps, it may be worth a shot sending some instructions.
In the meantime, with no contact between the rest of the local group and FP/Moon, the local group has been busy. Busy with what? Well, with abandoning their slowly deteriorating cans and going to the one with the best chance of long-term survival, but perhaps more is going on than just that...
And Spearmaster makes a return! (Not dying on my watch.)
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trashmammal-7 · 5 months
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What if I sobbed, huh? What if I cried my eyes out?
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nextstopparis · 2 months
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do u think arthur thinks merlin just hangs in his room in the middle of the night sometimes
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fyblackwomenart · 21 days
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Olokun by Tshikamba
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boisnboys · 6 months
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SCOTTY SIRE
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nadjasnandor · 8 months
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All I ever wanted was a child of my own.
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sunlaire · 8 months
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love how in disco Elysium, " faggot " is always audio-sensored except for the one time Kim says it. They really made the decision to let him be the only one. They were so right for that honestly.
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danerom · 25 days
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it was so nice for bill seacaster to have quality family time with his sons fabian and gorgug !
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sharkbath · 8 months
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The Baron calling The Sire just a roommate was thoroughly devastating to me as someone who completely believes they are ancient husbands but it got saved by this line at the end.
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Thinking about Astarion having to deal with his reclaimed mortality once the initial euphoria of it is wearing off: 
When he’s startled from sleep, woken by his own racing heartbeat. 
Him jumping at the movement in the corner of his eye, only to find it’s just his own reflection staring right back at him, puzzled, before he watches his cheeks redden with embarrassment. 
The sun slowly losing its appeal as time goes on because Astarion keeps getting nasty sunburns after days spent outside, trying to make up for centuries confined to darkness. Whenever he comes home with itching skin and drenched in sweat, he finds himself almost missing hiding in the shadows. 
The odd sensation of feeling more and less at the same time: while some of his senses are now dulled to better suit mortality, others feel heightened to the point of sensory overload—a gust of wind feels like fire licking at his skin and he gets so very anxious whenever he loses Tav in the crowd, unable to distinguish them by the once divine scent of their blood any longer. 
Since he has a reliant supply of his own blood pumping through his veins now, he’s feeling aroused so much easier and more often than not at quite inconvenient times. He enjoyed having sex with Tav before, but now that he’s mortal again, he finds that he’s having to overthink intimacy once again—where his desires used to be driven by burning hunger, lust now feels like a pleasant, more natural bodily reaction. Having to seriously consider contraceptive measures, should his partner be able to get pregnant, is also a rather novel experience for him.  
Bathing still feels as good as before, at least. But where he spent hours in the bathroom out of pointless vanity then, Astarion now has to wash himself because his body would stink of sweat and, well, life otherwise. It will be years before he openly excuses himself for having to use the bathroom whenever nature calls.
And food—food would be the hardest to adjust to. It takes a lot of trial and error to find something that pleases his virgin taste buds (although he swears there’re some odd pieces of memories flashing in front of his eyes whenever he's snacking on wild strawberries or awfully sweet citron tarts). He ends up acquiring a taste for raw cookie dough, shredded cheese and sardines, eating little else for the next two years or so. To everyone's astonishment, he's gotten food poisoning only once or twice.
Astarion is no stranger to pain or injury, but he’s appalled by how long it takes to recover from the most minor cuts and bruises. It’s a well-kept secret between him and Tav that his first common cold had him convinced he was dying for a fortnight straight. 
Crying is much easier now, too.
Ironically, it’s mortality that forces Astarion to strive for more permanent, detail-oriented plans for the future. Now that life is finite, he wants to use the time he has wisely. He might keep travelling the realms until he breathes his last, or settle down, eventually. He might learn a new profession or accumulate some wealth in less honest ways. Maybe, one day, he wants to have a family, heirs to whatever he decides to make his own. 
Once Astarion has come to terms with being a mortal elf again, he realises living is not just about a beating heart. Living is about having endless possibilities but limited time. Choices and decisions that lead to only one thing: death. 
Now that Astarion is living again, he finally understands that death is just another part of the journey.
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