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Doctor Who | Wild Blue Yonder

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Jensen Ackles | JIBCon 2024 (Rome, April 21, 2024)

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Natasha: People keep calling Clint the epitome of a golden retriever. Natasha: He is not. Natasha: He is a raccoon that has been too socialized by people and now cannot be released back into the wild.

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Lisa Frankenstein (2024)

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1989 ERA × Fortnight

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TAYLOR SWIFT Lyric parallels in The Tortured Poets Department!

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Doctor Meow and the Multiverse of Catness 

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Yes I want to watch the new Thor movie for the plot

The plot:

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Amaury the chocolate guy has done it again

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I choose you, human ☺️. Now is nap time 

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I've put a few new drawings up on my website: www.tomgauld.com/art-for-sale

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From the desk of THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT intern, the TTPD Board Meeting agenda. 📜🤍

See you tonight.

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and what about a reader who has very big breasts and who likes to highlight them with corsets and one day during a discussion Morpheus's gaze drops towards this area without him being able to help it

You just discovered one of Dream’s few weakness (although he’s general weak for you and anything you do 🤭)

The first time Dream saw you in a corset he tried not to stare. He almost actively avoided you, or kept his eyes busy elsewhere: nose in a book, or always on the move so his eyes purposefully trained ahead. But with time, he slowly gotten used to your outfits. He made sure his eyes didn’t trail any farther than your eyes.

That is until you were talking with Dream one day, and you leaned forward over a table to point at the map of the Dreaming. Then and there he had front row seats to your chest.

Instantly, Dream was memorized. They looked so - so nice. They looked lovely, they looked soft, they looked delectable. Before he could stop himself, he imagined tearing apart your corset and running his lips over them. He wanted wrap his mouth around your nipple, teasing them with his tongue. He wanted to hear you breathe out his name, he wanted to feel your body arch towards him always desperate for more. He wanted to use his hands, grabbing them and squeezing them. He wanted to pinch and twist and play with them to hear all your lovely sounds.

He only snapped himself out of his trance when you spoke up again repeating your question. Thankfully your eyes locked with his, you hadn’t noticed where his eyes truly were. Dream cleared his throat and answered your question. You seemed satisfied then looked away. The discussion went on as normal without raising any of your suspicions. And when Dream leaves, he might have to run to his room. He might have to relieve the tight sensation in his pants, and he might be panting while having thoughts of your lovely breasts