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tatyanafederovna · 11 months

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“strahd is straight” “strahd is gay” “strahd is a lesbian”

guys, seriously? strahd is canonically BISEXUAL. that’s a whole and valid sexuality that cannot be traded out for something else just because you feel like it. it’s getting disturbing the amount of times i see people casually erasing strahd’s bisexuality uncritically in the fandom, so i’ll say it myself: making strahd anything other than bisexual doesn’t make you cool and different, it just makes you incredibly shitty and biphobic.

#strahd von zarovich #curse of strahd #cos #biphobia #there’s no ‘but’ or ‘what about’ either strahd is bisexual or you’re biphobic #yes this goes for femstrahd too obviously #editing to add that it would mean a lot if people reblogged this more than liked it #because it needs to be seen #thank u xoxo

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striigon · 27 days

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11. what is your muses favourite, or most favoured, position/s?

pitanja o intimno + seksualnom kanonu // @draconisa

well for starters he LOVES being ridden. he’s a tit man so watching them bounce drives him fucking insane. he very much enjoys doing the thing when they start getting tired of taking a hold of their hips and setting the pace and fucking up into them himself. it’s a position where his hands and eyes are free to do whatever they damn well please and he’s obsessed.

he also likes fucking someone into the mattress from behind. sort of tying into the whole casual sadism thing it’s kind of nice having someone pliable and completely at his mercy in that way. the ass is right there for spanking. he gets to feel them going limp in his hands and knows his grasp is the only thing holding them up when he’s fucked them stupid. what’s not to love ??

but also like, classic missionary is great too. when he wants to have a conversation that’s the one he goes for so he can see every little expression from everything he inflicts on them. oh to grab someone by the throat and turn their head to force eye contact and be pleaded with to let them cum !! his stomach is all in knots !!!!

there are very few positions he doesn’t like. sex is sex and he wants it in whatever fuckin shape it comes in lmao.

#ooc #canon #tl;dr fuck that old man silly stupid however u want bc he DOES NOT CARE he just wants to be inside u in some way #thank u xoxo #usfw

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hotgirlmuseboardxo · 6 months

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You take the sexiest nudes

it is one of my favourite talents <3 i’ve been practicing the art of the selfie since i was like 12 lmao

#me and my hot lil body thriving rn >>>#thank u xoxo #answered

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pluviatrix · 1 year

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AUGHHHH THAT ART OF WARS HAS ME CLIMBING THE WALLS AND SCRATCHING AT THEM IM GOING FERAL ITS REALLY GOOD I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW HIM

COVER THE TWINKS IN BLOOD !!! MORE !!!!! MORE !!!! SHOW THEM THE HORRORS!!!!!

#thank u XOXO #ask

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trashmouthkid · 2 years

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Sorry if nobody wants me to take stranger things this seriously but I just want to take a post to share how devastated I am for Will Byers at all times. To love two people so so much but to simultaneously feel overwhelmingly hurt by them, maybe a little separated, a little left out. And to put himself aside again and again to be a better friend to them than I personally could ever dream of being for my own friends because he has the most insanely big heart I’ve ever witnessed. And then to feel too hesitant to confide this in even the people he loves and trusts the most bc the root of it is in a way scarier than anything he’s been through before. Is so painful to watch. And I just think he deserves to have everything he wants. Even if he deserves better, he should get to have what he wants first

#and this is zero commentary on anything Mike or El have or have not done #this is only about them being together and simultaneously being two of the most important people in will’s life #thank u xoxo #st spoilers

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eiiidetica · 2 years

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ok because my drafts have swindled down, please like this for a starter!

#ooc !#sc !#thank u xoxo

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badwylfs · 2 years

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where is my killing eve imagine me & you au fanfic

#killing eve #i'm deadass #where is it #ill even take some au ronance fics while you're here #thank u xoxo #misc txt #just some thots

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allthisheaven2 · 2 years

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i am once again coming onto my tumblr to ask for book recs <33333

#the more unheard of the better #it can be anything im not picky but im desperate #thank u xoxo

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muppetsnoopy · 5 months

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they need to invent magic.spell that flosses and brushes my teeth for me and also tuckes me into bed soso cozy

#i.had wine tonite #and now im so comfy on the couch but i was eating popcorns so i must floss and brush and also couch is not bed :(#i need the claw machine (from arcade) to scoop me up and deposit me in my bed #thank u #molly is wineposting #xoxo

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xandromedan · 9 months

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1 3 5 21 44 (weirder asks)

1. comfort characters?

s'chn t'gai spock, arthur pendragon, lan wangi, tony stark, and aragorn are the ones that have stuck around.

3. do you leave the window open at night?

if weather permits.

5. what colour are your eyes?

my favourites that i've been told are rain, a mazarine butterfly, and star flowers, but i usually see blue or grey.

21. something you've kept since childhood?

a stuffed elephant that's almost the same size as me.

44. free pass for murder?

we'd be here all night.

#ask game #winter #thank u xoxo

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hotgirlmuseboardxo · 6 months

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The skirt on yon🥵🥵🥵🥵

getting sooooooo much wear out of the $6 thrift store skirt i manifested <3

#it's like literally someone's old schoolgirl skirt HAHA that's why it's so sexy !#thank u xoxo #answered

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ybcpatrick · 10 months

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everytime i think abt that post with the stuffed garfields that's like "to be loved is to be changed" i get so deep in the sauce and end up staring at my twenty-one year old pooh bear and the mint condition duplicate i bought a few years ago. like yeah.

yeah, to be loved is to be changed.

and isn't that so wonderful?

#shut up kell #i'm 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹#pooh is my best friend and always has been so if you have something mean to say please don't. thank u xoxo #just pondering. thinking. relishing for once in the passage of time and the effects of it. sometimes it's the best :')#hall of shame

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shitouttabuck · 7 months

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oh my god nina!!! 8 for the bedsharing prompts if it takes your fancy <33

thank you sweet peach this scratched an itch !!!

bed-sharing prompts: whispering “Oh, you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up.”

Eddie’s not old—he’s not even 30, despite the near-constant jokes about his senior citizen-isms he seems incapable of shaking. And he wouldn’t even say he’s a man of creature comforts. He just likes familiarity, and routine, and his own goddamn bed.

Quarantine has brought a lot of change: being away from Chris, living in a single-occupancy apartment with three other people, and sharing a bed with all six-foot-two of Evan Buckley.

Currently, this means waking up at some wretched hour and squinting in the moonlight filtering in through half-open blinds, because the aforementioned best friend has stolen Eddie’s pillow from right under his head yet again.

Eddie groans quietly, easing his neck out of the crick it’s cramped in. He glares at the enormous lump snoring serenely beside him and pats the mattress blindly for his pillow. Eyes adjusting to the dark, he’s greeted by the same sight he’s woken to at ungodly hours thrice this month already: Buck with his gigantic thieving arms wrapped happily around Eddie’s goddamn pillow as he clutches it to his chest, dead to the world.

“Fuck’s sake,” Eddie mutters, reaching out and tugging the end of the pillowcase to no avail. Buck’s vice-grip doesn’t falter even in sleep. Eddie’s usually able to coax it out of his grasp without waking him, but it takes a minute, and their last shift had been a full-body workout from hell, and Eddie just wants to go the fuck back to sleep with a single measly pillow supporting his exhausted head. Surely that’s not too decadent a luxury to expect.

He tugs again, harder and meaner than he normally would. The pillow inches out of Buck’s hold, and Eddie grabs a firmer handful to yank it away, grunting triumphantly when it pops free.

“Hrmmph,” Buck grumbles, crease appearing between his eyebrows. Eddie stills, holding his breath as he gauges Buck’s proximity to consciousness. He thinks he’s in the clear, but then Buck murmurs unhappily and rolls ever-so-slightly towards Eddie.

“S’your turn to be th’ li’l spoon,” he slurs, and Eddie freezes even further. “’M th’ big spoon t’night.” He pats half-heartedly at the mattress between him and Eddie, jaw going slack again after a few seconds.

Eddie grins, just barely containing the snort that bubbles up at Buck’s sleep-talking. There’s enough distance from Ali and even Abby, post-train debacle, that means he can wring weeks’ worth of teasing out of this. Whichever one of them it is Buck’s dreaming of, Eddie thinks multiple nights of interrupted sleep allow him a little good-natured—if merciless—ribbing.

He shifts onto his back, shoving the pillow under his head and shutting his eyes with a sigh, but the movement has Buck mumbling again. His face is mashed into his own pillow, words barely intelligible when he says, “Y’re littler than me. C’mon, lemme be big spoon.”

The snort sneaks out of Eddie then, just a bit. He barely knew either woman, but he can’t quite picture them indulging Buck in this line of conversation. It’s—sweet, if deeply mortifying for Buck himself to know anyone else has heard it.

Buck snuffles discontentedly, forehead scrunching as he reaches out in search of the pillow, still asleep.

“Oh, you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up,” Eddie whispers, wondering if there’s more entertainment about to be provided and if it’s worth getting up to unplug his phone and catch the tail end of this on video.

“Urgh,” asleep-Buck responds, patting the bed a little more insistently when he’s unsuccessful in his pillow-retrieval endeavours. “Wh’re—c’mere. Eddie. Y’re li’l spoon.”

This time when Eddie freezes, it’s such a sudden locking of every joint in his body that his neck cricks in the opposite direction. He barely feels it, singularly focused on Buck’s latest garbled complaint, because—is Buck awake? Is Buck dreaming about him?

He’s frozen so still he doesn’t realise Buck’s questing hand is now well in range of Eddie himself, and he jolts back into his body when Buck’s strong, calloused fingers wrap around his wrist.

“C’me back,” he whines, tugging at Eddie while shuffling closer at the same time. Eddie holds himself carefully still, hardly daring to breathe as Buck slowly but surely plasters his long, long body along Eddie’s side, hitching one leg over Eddie’s thigh before flinging an arm across his torso and dragging him nearer.

“Mm,” he hums, brow smoothing out. His cheek rests on Eddie’s shoulder, face smushed but seemingly satisfied. Eddie’s arm is trapped between his own side and Buck’s stomach, and he worms it under Buck’s body almost on autopilot, more to get comfortable than anything else. This leaves him basically cradling Buck to him, and Buck gives one final happy grunt before burrowing his face into Eddie’s neck and going limp, a dead weight over Eddie’s right side.

Eddie makes his fingers relax where they’re clutching the back of Buck’s t-shirt. This is—fine. Normal and fine. So Buck isn’t dreaming about cuddling an ex-girlfriend, he’s dreaming about holding Eddie. They’ve been living out of each other’s pockets more than usual recently, leaning on each other a little heavier through a global pandemic and missing Christopher. Eddie’s told himself it’s because of constant proximity, and maybe it is, but whatever the reason, if Buck’s subconscious is embracing that vulnerability in this way, that’s fine. He’s an affectionate guy, and while it’s relatively new for Eddie to be on the receiving end of that from another man, he’s not one to shy away because of someone else’s archaic ideas of masculinity.

And—hold on. Y’re littler than me? Was that what Buck said? Eddie huffs indignantly, and then huffs again for different reasons, feeling his cheeks heat. He doesn’t know why, but he pulls Buck a little closer.

It’s still normal and fine, he finds, turning his head to press his nose into Buck’s curls. That surprises him a little, that there’s no freak-out of any kind accompanying—whatever this is. Buck smells like vanilla, because he used Chim’s fancy shampoo that’s actually Maddie’s fancy shampoo because both of them are missing her something fierce, and he’s definitely drooling onto Eddie’s neck, and now that he’s not sleep-talking he’s back to snoring like a motorcycle, and Eddie’s slipping under before he can marvel any more at just how normal and fine it all is.

When the moonlight is swapped for sunlight, Eddie stirs to Chim singing along to radio in the kitchen downstairs. Buck blinks awake right alongside him, cheek imprinted with creases from Eddie’s collar and turning pink as he hastily peels himself away.

“Oh, um, sorry,” he says, voice rough with sleep. He contorts his body in surprise trying to roll off Eddie’s arm. “Did I—sorry, Eds.”

Eddie works his arm back under Buck, easy and deliberate. “S’fine,” he yawns. “It was my turn to be the little spoon.”

In his peripheral vision, Buck turns a brilliant red, and Eddie gives him a reassuring squeeze before taking great joy in telling him just how embarrassed he should be about the contents of his dreams.

(Buck’s mortification is blessedly short-lived, since the contents of Eddie’s dreams are equally embarrassing in the very exact same way, as it turns out.)

#911 fic #buddie fic #wrote this then had GRUELLING therapy so now posting this and legally u have to be nice. please #i have missed writing silly stuff i know it’s just been a few weeks but this was so fun thank u sami it’s exactly what i needed!#911 #buddie #nina writes #ok running on three hours sleep and a therapy hangover and a regular hangover so. posting and snoozing xoxo #bed sharing prompts #mine

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marcsmarquez · 2 days

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