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#this has been in my drafts for a WHILE
lacebird · 10 days
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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN With his Saturn Award for his role as Darth Vader in Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022).
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hellboys · 3 months
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you think you will walk away UNTESTED?
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little-pup-pip · 2 months
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omg i saw you do a mood board for a plesiosaur, could you do one for a Spinosaurus?
Definitely!!
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hoodjam · 3 months
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: school daze
mikasa would act so prissy!! with her perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect looks … all to be a bully…
she’s definitely they type to push you into the locker room and press her breast against yours, gripping your sides to see how much more fat you have your body.
“aw look at all this pudge! you’re such a loser, I bet no one has touch her here,” she chided, slipping her hand under your skirt, only to find how wet you were.
“oh? you like this? you’re so filthy.” she mocked you, running against your clothed clit, soaking your panties more.
“mika- stop! we’re gonna get caught,” you moaned, grinding your hips into her fingers, secretly wishing for more.
& your wish was granted, watching how desperately she rubbed her pussy against yours, the only noises heard where both of your pants and wet gushing coming from where your lips met.
“im gonna cum so hard, then you’ll be mine.” she moans, hips moving faster when your clits touched.
your moans crescendo, as your both squirt against each other, “fuck,” your scream, as your spasm, at every twitch of your cunt.
mika shifts in between your legs, spreading your pussy with her fingers, “let me clean you up.”
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rwrbmovie · 3 months
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TAYLOR ZAZHAR PEREZ for Port Magazine
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svnflowermoon · 5 months
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"brunette girls" this, "blonde girls" that...
GIRLS. JUST GIRLS. ANY GIRLS. GIRLS. OBSESSED WITH WOMEN.
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hisfluer · 7 months
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— the demon by mikhail lermontov
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Clingy 💛
• Mammon x GN!MC
• Lots of cuddles described in great detail
• Slightly suggestive
⚠️ CW: describes MC with gorgeous, pretty, adorable; I personally see these terms as mostly gender neutral as of current, however I can see how some people could not! Enjoy :)
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Mammon is hot.
And no, I don’t mean just his looks.
He runs warm, noticeably so, and unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with his clingy ass climbing into your bed every night.
Around 3:00 every night without fail, you hear the soft tapping of footsteps on the hardwood floor outside your door, the metal bolts creaking as they shifted to reveal a tall figure (to a human at least). The candlelight burning softly in the hall perfectly framed the boy in your doorway, his fluffy hair and lack of a shirt apparent.
You left your eyes closed. If he wanted cuddles, he would ask. You found that with Mammon, it was best to just let him take what he needed. If he wanted you, he would take you. That’s just how it was between the two of you.
And that’s what he did.
Carefully, and lightly, so lightly as to not make a sound on the floor that he’d memorized so well after the last few years he’d spent walking to and from your bed, just like this.
He towered over you, you were gorgeous. So pretty. He wasn’t sure if it was the lack of sleep, or just the overwhelming awe at the sight of his human. His adorable human. The one he loved so much. But you were the most breathtaking thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
Slowly, he grabbed the comforter from on top of you and pulled it back just enough for him to slip through. He slid into the nest of sheets you’d made yourself, still moving with caution to not wake you. He couldn’t have you seeing him like this. Not now.
He wrapped his arms around your torso and felt his face light on fire. How could he be this lucky? How could he have the nerve to hold such a sacred being such as yourself? How could you allow such a thing from him?
He buried his face into the back of your neck and breathed in your smell. Your essence. He felt himself longing for more. He needed more of you. He couldn’t bare it any longer, as he slowly creeped up under your shirt and rubbed the palm of his hand lightly across your torso.
A leg draped over your hip, and the other went in between your thighs. He found himself kissing your neck, almost suffocating at how sweet you tasted. How soft your skin was, how he longed to merge together with you. He wanted you to be his. He wanted to be you. He wished to crawl up into your skin and become apart of you for the rest of eternity.
You found yourself blushing at the second born’s antics, unable to keep up the disguise any longer. You turned to face him, burying your face into the soft part of his neck. He smelled sweaty, but you didn’t really care. His bare skin was warm, and you reveled in it. He was like your own personal sun.
He repositioned to make you more comfortable before holding you tighter. So impossibly tight you struggled to breathe. You could only smell him. You could only feel him. He was so close you could almost taste it. His soft breath beat down on your earlobe, making you shutter.
He had pulled your shirt up to your shoulders now, and you considered just letting him take it off for a moment. Soon enough though he was rubbing your back, so sweetly. So lovingly. It was almost sickening. His fingertips were like a magic spell, binding you together for the rest of time. And to be perfectly honest, you were okay with that.
This. This was your heaven.
In the morning you would surely be drenched in a thick layer of sweat and a half an hour late for school thanks to Mammon’s stubbornness, but it was worth it for this moment. This bliss that you called your first man.
You hoped deep down, that he would come back tomorrow and do it all again.
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frodo-baggins · 1 year
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After that the journey went well, and the days went quickly by; for they rode at leisure, and often they lingered in the fair woodlands where the leaves were red and yellow in the autumn sun. 
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leonsleftbicep · 5 months
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gods is just vessel being angry and ii just going
“you want to jam out about it”
and vessel very angrily just says
“yes…”
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goldensunset · 3 months
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🕛 still-in-the-timeloop
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hey does anyone in the current shibuya reapers’ game still need a partner?? i haven’t found one yet
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time sensitive question please respond
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the noise are chasing me down someone please i’m begging you i need a partner anyone please
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Oh! I need one still! Meet me at Center Street?
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umm your blog is full of d*nganronpa??? DNI
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date of origin: February 2nd, 2021
#LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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🛹 hater-skater
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#man the truth is… #i may be a skater but i ain’t a hater yo #in my heart imma lover #delete later
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🦁 sho-minamimoto
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🎧 all-the-world-needs-is-me
Did anyone else get this?
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ggardengirl · 10 months
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jackienat parallels
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little-pup-pip · 5 months
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Dinosaurs!!
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laurenkmyers · 1 year
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prapaisky + 🦋🦋🦋
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a-dead-tea · 10 months
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Writing Prompt #118
"I am... Tired."
The sentence made Henchman pause from unraveling the blueprints on their boss’s desk.
"Tired, Boss?" they ask, looking up at the seated criminal before them. "Would you like me to come back another time?"
"No. Pushing things off until later won't fix anything," Villain murmurs, resting their head on the back of their hand. “It’s not that kind of tired.” 
The henchman’s brows furrow slightly. “...I don’t think I understand.”
The villain lets out a small sigh. “..No, I suppose you wouldn’t.” 
There’s a moment of silence that fills the room. 
“...I believe I am experiencing burnout, Henchman. …Or maybe I’ve just forgotten what exactly it is I am fighting for. ..I don’t see the point in continuing this cat and mouse chase with Hero anymore.”
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thatsnotmygunflash · 7 months
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Why oh why am I obsessed with the idea of Len meeting Henry in prison and hearing stories about little Barry Allen. Thinking about how terrible it must be to have such a loving father locked up for the murder of his own wife. To have him build respect and a friendship with Henry, maybe even offer him a get-out-of-jail-free card when Len plans to break out. Henry says no, of course, because only guilty men run and he couldn't do that to his son. They part as friends and Len always has Henry Allen aka the best father to ever walk the earth in the back of his mind.
So its like a knife to the gut to hear the name of the boy Henry talked about so proudly fall from Cisco's trembling lips.
He almost killed Doc's son. He almost killed Doc's son.
He let Cisco and his brother go while he tried to figure out his next move. Going up against the Flash was thrilling, intoxicating, everything he had ever dreamed of and more, but knowing sweet little Barry Allen was under the mask had him rethinking everything he knew.
Barry Allen, who took on bullies twice his size for other helpless kids. Who loved dinosaurs and singing with his mom in the car. Who held the key to the only happiness Henry had left. He felt sick. He's heard every story Henry could find the time to tell about this boy, this boy who lost his mother in the worst way possible, who spent every day of his life fighting for his father's freedom.
When Mick and Lisa ask what the plan is, when they demand to know the Flash’s identity, Len froze. Stuck between being another heartless villain in an innocent kid's life or being a silent hero and keeping the Doc's kid safe from the likes of himself and his family.
In the end, it's the start of his undoing. Choosing the role of silent hero in that moment, keeping Barry safe and alive, agreeing to their deal, playing his part all while making sure nothing happened to this broken boy.
When his chance to be a real hero comes along, he doesn't go see Barry or Lisa. He headed to a little cabin in the middle of nowhere and knocked on the door with a bottle of scotch in one hand.
Henry looked different on the outside, his face lighter, tanner. The prison jumpsuit Len had become familiar with was replaced by loose jeans and a flannel shirt.
"Long time no see Doc, mind if I come in?" Len offered out the bottle, stepping over the threshold when Henry accepted it with a small nod.
"As long as you leave any weapons at the door, you'll always be welcome here, Leonard."
"Even after I shot your son?" Len questioned, tilting his head when Henry let out a deep sigh at his words.
"So you do know." Henry muttered, setting the bottle down on the kitchen table and pushing a chair out for Len to have a seat before he headed to the cabinet for two glasses.
"He didn't tell you?" Len asked as he took a seat at the small wooden table pushed against the kitchen wall.
"There's a lot of things my son doesn't tell me about his other job, for my own protection." Henry said as he joined him at the table, pouring them each a generous portion of the scotch.
"That why you moved all the way out here? All you ever talked about was getting to spend time with your son again, Doc. Why aren't you?" Len palmed his glass as he awaited Henry's answer, sliding a finger over the smooth surface of the rim. Henry took a slow drink, his eyes growing sad and distant as he stared down into the honey-colored liquor.
"Barry has a life, a great life that he does a lot of good in. I don't really think I fit into that life."
"Maybe not this time around, but what if I told you I could change that?"
Henry looked up at Len's cryptic words, searching eyes dancing and a thoughtful frown pulling on his mouth.
"Why are you here, Leonard?"
"I've been offered an exciting opportunity, one where I can make some real changes in the world." If he played his cards right he could change things to play in both of their favors. "I believe you and I deserve more than the hand we were dealt. I think Barry deserves to have his father in his life, I think I deserve not to."
"Leonard, why are you here?" Henry asked again.
"To say goodbye." Len paused, thinking about why exactly he was sitting here. "To thank you, I guess."
"For what?"
"Too much, so let's just keep it at a thank you."
"Leonard-"
"I'll see you around Doc, take care of yourself." Len knocked his knuckles against the surface of the table as he stood, heading towards the door with Henry following close at his heels.
"Leonard, what are you going to do?"
Len is already at the door, one hand on the doorknob and a secretive smirk dancing on his lips.
"Nothing you need to worry about Doc, and if you see your son, tell him...tell him I'm taking his advice."
"Advise about what?"
Len pulled the door open, casting a small, hopeful smile back at his old friend.
"See you in the next life, Henry."
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