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cxrnlia · 6 months
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me rn cuz landoscar is starting p7 and p10:
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heartorbit · 5 months
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stay warm! 🌟🍬🤖🎈
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expelliarmus · 4 months
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obsob · 1 year
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here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud!!
✷(print shop)✷
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"At a time when my life felt scattered and incomplete, the fantasy world of The Parent Trap, and the warm and maternal presence of Chessy, provided me with a dream of gluing the pieces of it together. The film, though not explicitly queer, still provides a sort of utopia of queer acceptance, connection and love. [...] Some days I still think that maybe all I need is a hug from Lisa Ann Walter and I will be all right." - Michael Elias (x)
Lisa Ann Walter as Chessy in The Parent Trap (1998)
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quaranmine · 1 month
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collapses on the floor and Dies
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the-one-who-lambs · 6 months
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Chapter 1: How Narinder Takes His Tea
The Lamb has defeated The One Who Waits and inducted him into their cult, and they aren't sure what to think about that. As they get a grip on their new godhood, they realize they need his expertise and allyship, but since they've robbed him of his last flicker of hope, tipping the scales in their favor isn't going to be an easy feat. As Narinder, formerly The One Who Waits, adjusts to mortal life, he's unwilling to let the Lamb's claim on his crown remain unchallenged. With the Lamb at his side, and his emotional turmoil cloaked beneath a thick layer of divine rage for a millennium, their rivalry shifts to an arrangement neither of them can quite pinpoint. The Lamb meets his sharp anger with outward mercy, bitter as they still may be at his betrayal. It's the complete opposite of everything he's learned should be true. A "director's cut" rewrite of the slow-burn, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers series I originally posted in the fandom's very early days, this revamped multichapter fic complicates the original plot elements and character dynamics, incorporates new Relics of the Old Faith content, and commemorates every moment I've cherished writing for my readers, for my new best friends, and for myself.
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flintandpyrite · 22 days
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Fucking love my day off. I slept in, I went to yin yoga for an hour, I took a shower and put on a dress (it was all of 50F here but SUNNY for the first time in weeks!!!) and drove over to my friend’s town to get croissants and lattes with her which we ate sitting in the park. Then I came home and called my mother in law and listened to her talk for like 30 mins (she’s lovely no complaints here) while I sewed. I ended up piecing almost 50% of my quilt top this afternoon! Then I did some mild life admin stuff in the afternoon (accounting, work email, desk clean) and now we are eating leftover Indian food and watching ep 6 of The Three Body Problem under the heated blanket. This rules. Everyone on earth should have a four day (or less) week.
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Here’s the quilt top. Dont look too closely at the corners it’s a mess but it will be a very nice cozy quilt anyway!!
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weisbrot · 6 months
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oh ballet au you stil got me, after all those years 😌✨💛🩰
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aleeyenn · 4 months
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user aleeyenn idk if you take art requests but i just wanted to say that i adore your liymote art and it would be like suuuper cool if you made more . i crave liymote art ... would also love to know if you have any headcanons for them : 3 no pressure obv
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thank you anon for your request!!! i’ve been meaning to draw them again so bad and i’ve been going crazy over them for a few days so i finally brought myself to drawing thrm… for the part about headcanons YAH i have some for them HEEHEE i looovee to think that remote is a huge nerd that’s into a bunch of games and shows (specifically rhythm games and certain animes(bonus! she’s a big vocaloid fan)) and she likes to collect figurines and other merchandise of her interests in general… in bfb liy bought like.? one quadrillion fork repellents (i think that’s the exact number but i don’t know i can just hear her saying it LOL) in a heartbeat without even thinking about it (financially) for a second so i like to think that she has a lot of money. she is a rich girl… i feel like liy doesn’t spend it often or flaunt it at all, she just has it and uses it whenever she wants.. and remote is a huge fan of specific media so liy buys her these super expensive and rare merchandise/figures from her interests and remote is sooooo surprised and excited each time and it makes liy happy to see someone especially someone she loves be so happy especially from something she did for them Hashtag self improvement journey and she loves her so much they love each other so MuChhH
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osamusriceballs · 7 months
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Kinktober Day 13 <3
Bokuto x edging
Warnings: NSFW, fem reader
Words: ~1,6 k
Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day
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"You like that? Oh, I can feel you clench, you really like that."
A grin sports his lips as he dives into your pussy again, his tongue relentlessly licking along your folds and teasing your clit. His arms confidently grab your thighs and press you further down on his face, the sudden movement almost causing you to fall over as your hands nearly slip off the bed frame.
"Kou- slow down-" you whine, trying to sit up slightly, but his hands keep a firm grip on your legs and prevent you from moving away from his face. "Close already?" he rasps, attaching his lips on you again the second he finishes speaking. His tongue finds your entrance, ever so slightly pushing inside while his nose nudges your clit. The slurping sounds mix with his groans, your walls clenching every time he rubs against your clit a little harder. You know there is no stopping him once he has started eating you out- he could literally do it for hours, as he has proved to you in the past already. You feel the tension in your body, your high approaching way too fast under his thorough ministrations. He notices how you tense, his golden eyes observing you carefully when you clench repeatedly, and he slows his movements down, just enough for you to take a few steady breaths. "You taste so good, always so sweet for me."
Your hands clench around the wood, your body almost overwhelmed when he presses his tongue flatly on your core, it feels like a sweet torture to know that he won't make you cum just now, yet it still feels so good- but you can feel him slow down gradually until he's just sweetly kissing along your folds. His hand moves to your ass and squeezes the flesh before he slightly lifts you off him, his hot breath now only faintly meeting your clenching core.
You lift your body just enough for him to slide out from underneath you, and he wastes no time to turn your body towards him and to press his lips against yours. The salty taste of yourself meets your tongue, only spurring you on in kissing him even further and allowing him to explore your mouth. He groans, the kiss getting messier with every passing second, and his passion and lust are driving you crazy at this point. He slightly pulls back to look at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he leans down to kiss just below your ear. "You were close, right? I could feel it." The kisses turn into small bites, one of his hands now resting between your bare shoulder blades to hold you close. "Hmm, so close, Kou. Only you can make me feel so good." You grab his hair and let your head fall back while you enjoy the way he's kissing down to your chest, making sure to suck a small mark just belllow your collarbones. "I'll make you feel even better. Come here, baby."
Bokuto releases his grip around your body and grabs your hips to turn you around, which you willingly do. He presses your back against his bare front and keeps your legs spread with his hands, effectively exposing your cunt to the chilly air. You know exactly what he's planing to do, but you still find yourself arching your chest when he kneads your tits a few times, his thumbs brushing against your nipples ever so expertly, eliciting small moans from you, before his hands move down between your legs. His fingers quickly find your pussy, rubbing ever so softly along the folds and smearing the wetness along your folds. You gasp when two fingers slowly enter your hole, pumping at a steady and slow pace as he works them carefully into you. Your hips slightly buck into his hands, eager to have his palm rub against your clit and he immediately complies and presses his palm against you the second his fingers are buried knuckles deep inside of you. "That's it, baby, just take what you need," he proudly groans as he watches how his fingers disappear inside of your cunt, taking him so well.
He brings you close again with his steady pace, so deliciously close, yet still not enough. A needy whimper escapes your lips when he picks up his pace, his fingers curling gently inside of you to meet your sweet spot. He almost completely pulls his fingers out before he pushes them inside again, making sure you never feel empty when his fingers keep on fucking you. You feel the coil inside of you ready to snap, your body so, so ready to let go. Your head falls back against his shoulder, your mouth agape- but then he pulls them out for good this time.
"Not yet, baby." He brings his dirty hand up to your tit and squeezes it, smearing your arousal on your body. You're sensitive at this point, your pussy clenching repeatedly in need of more, in the need of your sweet release. "You're gonna cum on my cock tonight," he announces, his voice full of excitement as he has made his decision. "Please, Kou- fuck me then," you whine and wiggle your hips, and he kisses your shoulder one last time before he grabs your hips and presses your back down until your ass sticks out in the air.
You gasp for air when you feel the tip of his cock running along your slit, giving your clit, just enough friction to take your breath away whenever he rubs it a bit harder against you.
"Oh, baby, wanna put it in so bad, can I? Can I make you feel good?" He groans when he spreads your cheeks to look at your glistening cunt- almost like an invitation for him to keep going. "Do it, Kou, please put it in. Want your cock, need you so bad," your whole body is aching for him at this point, your pussy throbbing with need and making it impossible to think. A groan leaves his lips when he finally pushes his cock inside, slow and steady, but still determined and strong-willed. He always stretches you so well with his girth, the feeling so welcome and just what you need and you only manage to whine into the bed sheets as he keeps on filling you up. A groan leaves his lips when he bottoms out, and he stills for a few moments, his chest heaving heavily when he takes a few breaths. "Please, please, move-" you whine, feeling like you're going crazy with every second that he's making you wait any longer, and he finally does. His hips move hard against yours, moans leaving your lips at every particular deep thrust, but your body moves on autopilot, meeting each and every of his thrusts, which makes him dig his fingers deeper into your hips. You can't even speak at this point, your body getting closer to your high so fast after being edged for a few times already, yet you don't care, only encouraging him to move faster and deeper to get closer to your high.
His pace is punishing and fast at this point, the sound of skin clapping against skin filling the room, along with your moans and his groans. "Feels so good, feels so good-" you gasp, your body almost burning at this point, so close to stumbling over the edge.
"That's it, come with me, let go for me-" a desperation coats his voice that makes it impossible for you to stay sane any longer, and you find yourself cumming hard on his cock when he brings one hand to rub on your clit, giving you just enough pleasure to lose control. Your back arches further, allowing his cock to slide in even deeper while you moan his name, your walls clenching around him, making it almost impossible for him to move when your walls grip him like a vice.
"So good, baby, so good, keep cumming for me-" a groan gets stuck in his throat and he stops his movements when he's cumming too, your walls fluttering around him while he coats them white. He's calling your name, always so vocal when he's reaching his high, and fucks into you until he whines of overstimulation, but his hands never release their tight grip on your hips.
He slowly pulls out after a few moments, making sure to be soft and gentle, giving your ass a last squeeze before he lets himself fall to the bed dramatically. His hands make a grabby motion towards your body and you weakly comply and lay down on him with your head on his chest, basically feeling his strong and fast heartbeat under your hand. His arms wrap around you immediately, the warmth of his body so welcoming and cozy. "Was that okay?" he is quick to ask, while his arms soothingly rub your back.
"Always so good to me, Kou," you weakly whisper when manages to pull a blanket over the two of you, and he happily hums and presses a kiss to your head. "Wanna spoil you, baby. Wanna give you everything." He entangles his legs with yours, not leaving an inch of space between the two of you, yet still making sure you comfortably lay on top of him. "Get some rest, baby, I'll take care of you when you wake up." You tilt your head and look at him, his smile so bright that it rivals the sun. You weakly whisper something against his chest, and his smile widens when he understands and responds.
"I love you too, baby."
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icantalk710 · 2 months
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Pushed through sleepies to make arms work better 😌 (🥱)
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bluewinnerangel · 2 years
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Somethings going on with these dudes with the shirts in Harry's music videos.. first we had the blue polo with the 4 7s (which makes you guessed it 28) in the intimate dining setting in between public appearances in Late Night Talking
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And now there's a dude in Music For A Sushi Restaurant in a Jersey that says LT SENIORS 74. Like. 7x4 again. And LT this time. Have a potato ill put in more pics
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To make it worse this is Lyons Township High School apparel, or LTHS.
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Gotta laugh its as youre looking for a harry&louis update acount and take wrong turn like
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Next level egh-idk-about-that addition: the LT or LS are hidden in most of the shots as is the number.
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chayannesegg · 3 months
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im so glad empanada, even after a tough day, got to have that talk and hug with richas and then bagi where em got some lovely advice about dealing with grief from richas & talked about what went wrong during the day
but i can't help but contrast this with sunny. sunny who empanada still hasn't seen. sunny whose been alone for days. sunny whose talked with almost no one. sunny who doesn't know bad is dead. sunny whose pretending tubbo isn't dead. sunny who got no goodbye. sunny who got no long talks about grief. sunny who got no explanations. sunny who no one visited today. sunny whose birthday is tomorrow. sunny who no one will wake up for first tomorrow
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nientedal · 6 months
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Usually I just save stuff like this to my drafts until I calm down but you know what, fuck it, I'm done.
Any so-called leftist who refuses to recognize that our options right now are "genocide abroad, progress at home" and "genocide abroad AND genocide at home" and that there is a significant difference between those two options is cordially invited to eat shit and die. We do not have time to entertain your anti-voting hopeless nonsense. A future in which we are able to move towards less death will always be preferable to the one in which we can't, and if you smug, sneering little clowns sacrifice that future on the altar of your own self-righteousness because you're too high on your own farts to realize how far up your own ass you are, I genuinely hope you fucking drown. Specifically, I hope you drown in the blood of the people who will die all over the world as a result of your bizarre refusal to work towards a future that doesn't include ethnic cleansing.
This is the United States. We sell war, here. I don't know how so many of you are only just now figuring that out, but you better get over your shock like yesterday because we are out of fucking time. We ran out of time when Reagan took office if not long before. You think not voting will improve any of this?
Keep calling, keep writing, keep screaming. Governments everywhere are (slowly) beginning to listen. Democrats are (slowly) beginning to listen. But Republicans never will, and if they seize power again next year (which they will absolutely do their damned to attempt), everything will be so, so much worse for everyone, everywhere. The work is slow and painful and imperfect but it will only get done if we show up and do the work, so keep calling, keep writing, keep screaming-- and when the time comes, you show up and vote for the future that lets us build a better tomorrow instead of just choking to death in the steaming shitpile of today.
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piningprecussionist · 3 months
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Kimona doodles!
I enjoy both versions, so I figured, why not?
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