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triptrippy · 1 month
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demon king laios bad end AU i think about often
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housewifebuck · 9 months
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that's so sexy and hot of us, we should make out
Kissing you with tongue
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horsewizards · 1 year
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Hi Sauraaaa you told me to go to bed but I'm here on Tumblr instead leaving this little note for you to find. I'm sorry work sucks right now. I'm sorry tonight was particularly awful. I wish I could be in LA waiting for you at your apartment to hold you and kiss you!! It's funny how we went 12 years without hanging irl but ever since we finally did I've been craving you like those damn goats crave that mineral. I miss you and I love you a lot!! I'll talk to you tomorrow bestie 😘 goodnight 😴
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chronodia · 2 years
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sunshine after the rain
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gameraramen · 1 year
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I cannot tell you how sweet it is to receive your valentine cards every year. Happy valentine’s day!
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^my face when i saw this in my inbox
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mino2aur · 9 months
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normal ashe winters moodboard
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daisyachain · 3 months
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my stance on k/k is that the Haruhi Suzumiya novels are a charming, enjoyable genre blend of romance, sci-fi, and magical realism. Koizumi is a sparkling mixer to the heady main story as our main explicator and expositionist. He's a well-spoken narrator who verbalizes the more complex concepts at play in the stories, making them a summer cocktail rather than a stiff shot. Kyon is the trope-defining sardonic narrator who gives shape to the story and is the one to ultimately sell the Haruhi Suzumiya series to us as the reader. Between the two of them, Koizumi and Kyon tell us the story of Haruhi and they are instrumental in what we-the-audience make of events. Their dynamic between the true believer and the sceptic, the fake smile and the fake frown, the obfuscator and the denier, is great just on its own when taken at face value. I'm quite content to just read them as two characters who don't like each other very much and whose relationship is limited to mild antagonism over a girl they both love. I would do just that, if Tanigawa Nagaru wanted it. However in the year of our lord 2020, after closing the Kyon/Yuki subplot, after jossing any Kyon/Mikuru speculation, after committing fully to the Kyon/Haruhi romance in the story, he writes Koizumi having psychic foreknowledge of Kyon's measurements and expects us to make nothing of it. Huh.
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phantasmaw · 1 year
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♢*   —    @keiseiensei​​ ​ /  𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝
' have you ever kissed anyone before? '  had the other ever been kissed? yan qing's head sets on her knuckles, her pinky trailing the edge of her lip, the slightest wet touch of pink tongue tasting dry salt as she bit on a nail and contemplated: things she doesn't say, though perhaps her unwavering gaze says it all. how beautiful, she thinks, unable to resist any of it: neither her attractions nor the way her eyes are magnetized to the other's lips. even from a cursed village, a blessing: right before her. could she have said as much? would chaewon believe it? there were better ways of proving, she thinks, and rife with greed and impulse, she was more than willing; she was wanting.  ' if you let me ...  i will. i really will kiss you. wherever you want, you know, even if just through the air. '
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   〈❦*〉 ┊  Chaewon watches that peek of teasing tongue, and her own traces the backs of teeth hidden behind impassive lips. There is only one thing on the dokkaebi’s mind, and it is not the answer to her question. What would Yan Qing taste of? The image of a peach laying in a muddy ditch by the road, tossed away because of a few mere surface bruises, flashes through mind. Tainted by the grit of dirt trodden on by a thousand shoes, yet still mind-numbingly sweet with the barest hint of overripe tang. Juice would spill from the corner of her lips with that first bite, and she would greedily swipe it all up before it could drip down to the earth below. Because, really, she’s quite a covetous creature. She just knows how to mind her manners and keep her hands to herself when what she has her eyes on isn’t offered to her. But her teeth ache now, her stomach warms, and slanted pupils dilate at the unabashed invitation. Throat suddenly dry, appetite suddenly insatiable, she needs. She needs the same way a beggar needs the discarded fruit. 
     The arm swollen with an ancient curse lifts, the talismans subduing its evil aura clinking together as she reaches past the womans’ face and gathers spools of dark hair on her fingers. She watches as it pours over her knuckles like a spill of calligraphy ink. Her gaze flicks up to meet Yan Qing’s. Chaewon raises her knuckles, still painted with a pool of dark hair, to her lips. Only then does she let Yan Qing’s hair slip away from her fingers and reach for the other’s chin instead.
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     “You offer so much, then hide it away behind a compromise. Are you teasing me?” Chaewon smiles, sharp fangs glinting in the dazzling noon sunlight, “Bold. One of the many, many things I like about you.” The index finger at Yan Qing’s chin traces up to press lightly at her lower lip-- the same small patch of skin she had licked over, and the dokkaebi is overcome by envy so brutal and deep it flashes in amber eyes like a lick of fire. She’s distantly aware of the way her heart pounds against her ribs like a rabbit fleeing through tall stalks of grass. Though she feels no heat in her face, she wonders if she’s blushing. An elongated ear flicks against the side of her head. 
     Without warning, she leans in closer. Their breath mingles, and Chaewon inhales a little deeper, a little longer. She wonders briefly, do the departed need air, or has the ghost found reason to need to mimic the living? Something in the dokkaebi’s chest constricts. A sound like a growl but far too gentle to carry any intention of violence crawls up Chaewon’s throat. But there is hunger in it. Oh, is there hunger. 
     “Kiss wherever you like, with nothing between you and me. Leave a mark, if you wish. I’ll thank you. I’ll cherish it.” And she hasn’t answered the question, and perhaps she doesn’t intend too-- or maybe the answer is in the way she lingers, allowing Yan Qing to make the decision, but leaving her own mouth soft and pliable despite the razor edges tucked away within. Never like this. Never while everything in me trembles.
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l-e-g-i-o-n-losh · 2 years
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I had a stupid little joke to make about being a gay little autism creature but then i thought about b5 and I'm thinking gay thoughts for real again sorry i can't post anything sensible like this
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TODAY'S AWESOME POST #18
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^Meeeee looking at the updated death taunts section for Barry on the Corporate Clash wiki!!!
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forseaken · 1 year
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i need.... YURI RECS
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wrestlezon · 1 month
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sorry tails if this looks gay to the viewers
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fungii · 5 months
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sorry tails if this looks gay to the viewers
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cartyrs · 1 month
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sorry tails if this looks gay to the viewers
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celticcatgirl2 · 2 months
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“Sorry Tails…this might look Gay to the viewers….”
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selkiecoded · 9 months
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i love stories where the female protagonist has to dress up as a boy for. idk. reasons. and immediately gets into some sorry tails if this looks gay to the viewers bullshit. you dont have to do all that you know.
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