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quotesfromall · 1 year
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I always sit on the floor to do anything really important
Agatha Christie, The Man in the Brown Suit
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newlabdakos · 2 years
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Angela Lansbury in "Death On The Nile"
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trappper-johnathan · 1 year
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Klinger and Hawkeye are not included because that would be too easy. Klinger is THEE drag queen of the 4077th, and we all know Hawkeye would kill it, so they are the judges.
((btw I would love to hear why you chose who you did! And also if you think of any drag names the characters would come up with 👀))
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boanerges20 · 2 months
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1999 Suzuki Bandit GSF1200 "Colonel Butterscotch" by Icon 1000
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dr3smile · 6 months
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They made him the Honorable Colonel of Kentucky.
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hippography · 1 year
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This is an original photo showing Col. E. R. Bradley leading Black Helen and Don Meade into the winner’s circle after winning the 1935 Coaching Club American Oaks. Black Helen was owned and bred by Col. Bradley and his Idle Hour Stock Farm. She was by Black Toney out of La Troienne by Teddy. Black Helen was the second foal of the great Foundation Mare La Troienne. She was a diminutive filly who fully grown barely made 15 hands and tipped the scales at less than 900 pounds. Black Helen made 22 starts with 15 wins 0 seconds and 2 thirds earning: $61,800. Bradley was not impressed with Black Helen and did not nominate her for any top two year old races. Furthermore she was consigned to trainer Bill Hurley, who at the time managed Idle Hour’s second string. At three in 1935, Black Helen won: the Florida Derby over Mantagna, the winner of the 1936 Widener Handicap, and Roman Soldier, the winner of the 1935 Detroit Derby; the American Derby over Count Arthur, the winner of the 1935 Saratoga Cup, and Tearout, the winner of the 1935 Latonia Derby, with Champion Nellie Flag finishing off the board; the Coaching Club American Oaks over stablemate Bloodroot, the 1946 Broodmare of the Year, and Good Gamble, the winner of the 1936 Queens County Handicap; and the Maryland Handicap over Bloodroot and Firethorn, the winner of the 1935 Jockey Club Gold Cup. Black Helen was named the 1935 Champion Three Year Old Filly. She was inducted into the Hall of Fame in 1991. This was the same year that Princess Rooney, who descended from Black Helen, was also admitted.
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bellshazes · 1 year
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lady at my local pizza place at midnight wearing a tshirt with a linocut style print of col. Sanders (the KFC guy) flipping his middle finger with DERBY underneath in all caps. king fucking shit
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smarty-jones · 2 years
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Colonel Liam
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mybrainissquishy · 1 year
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Oh, so you can show up as a hotdog and it's all good, but you can't show up as Speed Racer and be recognized. Fuck this, man.
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thegroundhogdidit · 1 year
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Dreamworks Villains Bracket Round 1B
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konigceo · 7 months
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könig cumming 2 quickly
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könig gets all shaky whenever he's abt to cum, n it gets sooo much more intense when he cums early :( he gets worried for a second, worried that u would be disappointed in him for cumming this early on. it's honestly ur fault, u just feel too good that he can't help!!
könig tries his best to make you stop grinding onto him, trying to delay his impending orgasm. but ofc it doesn't work, u were so needy for him all day, and needed his cock right then and there!!! he honestly loves it when ur all over him, he feels so useful to u :(
könig's hands tremble at your hips, whimpering your name out so sweetly, 'bitte, bitte..' he pleads. könig's mind turns to mush, poor guy doesn't even know what he's pleading for :( he's so conflicted, he doesn't want you to stop, but he doesn't wanna cum so easily like a horny teenager :(
it's been so long since he's felt this fucking good, maybe it's the long deployment getting to him. könig spurts his load inside of you, shame coursing in his veins. his mind is racing, not just from the orgasm, but from the pure shame he's feeling :( he's a seasoned colonel, a grown man, yet he comes unraveling at your pussy.
as you momentarily stop, könig utters a quiet apology. 'mein liebe.. i- i'm sorry, i didn't mean to cum so quickly,' he mutters. you reassure him, telling him that you're glad you made him feel that good. könig still feels bad, cumming before you did, so he makes sure you cum an extra 2 times!! he wants to make it up to you, not like you didn't enjoy it ;)
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nervousd · 1 year
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BEING HIS EX LOVER
→ CONTINUATION
━━━ : © NERVOUS.D
#SYNOPSIS— headcanon on being the ex lover of yandere! human Miles Quaritch and meeting yandere! na’vi Miles Quaritch
#WARNING(S)— yandere behavior, obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts, kidnapping, delusion/illusion(?)
#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch
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When he first woke up in his new body, his memories came in short snippets. Certain memories were still fuzzy, and he had trouble remembering certain things from the past. But they had come to him slowly. The most frequent memories were of you; embracing him from behind, flirting remarks. He had been plagued by you, constantly seen in every corner of his vision. At one point his memories would bleed into reality. You would be there beside him, laughing and giggling at him. He would feel your nails scraping down his back, body pressed up against him. It had sent him down a spiral of need.
Constant, were his visits to the infirmary, asking bizarre questions to the doctors. ‘ Were there any side effects to switching into an avatar body? Were illusions part of these side effects? ‘ the doctors would prescribe him medicated pills in hopes he would gain peace of mind. But all it did was make him drowsy, not even in his dreams was he safe from you. You would appear with a bright smile and himself— or rather the original Quaritch. Not him— it wasn’t him. But he wished it was. You were happy with the original Quaritch, he envied him.
He was envious of your relationship towards the original Quaritch. Envy that someone else had laid eyes on you. Jealous to see his predecessor touch you; to be the object of your affection. At one point he began to wish it was him instead of his predecessor. He couldn’t help a smile curve the corner of his lips whenever he would dream of you. While some memories were still fuzzy he would see memories of arguments between them. How you despised him for his horrible actions towards ‘hometree ‘ how you hated him for his cruelty towards the Na’vi. How you wanted nothing to do with him after what he did. He had brushed your anger off, you’ll get over it. It was for the sake of the human race. But he had underestimated your love for Pandora. You had betrayed him for Jake Sully.
Oh— he didn’t like that one bit. An inconstant amount of rage coursed through him. How dare you? How dare you turn your back on him? It was only then he realized the depth of his predecessor love for you. He had you confined in his quarters claiming the scientist had deluded you into betraying the human race. How he was going to set your mind straight. How those scientists had manipulated you into turning your back on him. He couldn’t agree any less, anyone who tried to interfere in your relationship with him were manipulative bastards. They were all trying to take you away from him. This planet, the scientist, every single thing in this wretched place.
And they did. They took you from him. You were no longer in his arms. You had abandon him for the Na’vi race; willingly chose to be apart of them. Chose to be alongside with Jake sully. The man who had killed him— the man who had taken you with him. He was out for blood, out to kill the man who took you from him. But would you come back to him? Of course! He isn’t the original Quaritch— no he’s nothing but a shell— a clone, a replacement. It didn’t matter to him, you belonged to him before and you’ll belong to him in this life too.
It was by some miracle that he had saw you. He had taken the sully kids as hostages ready to lure out Jake sully. But he had caught sight of you. Despite his overwhelming need to have you in his arms he kept his head in the game. He had to think clear, the reason you had come was to rescue the children. So he had offered a trade, give yourself up and he’ll let the children go. You agreed and like the honorable man he was he stayed true to his words. But to his surprise you had a kid of your own. You had named him Miles, a human who thought he belonged with the Na’vi. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest, that child was proof of his love towards you. He couldn’t help the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. You were back in his arms, safe and sound where you belonged.
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boanerges20 · 3 months
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Suzuki GSF1200 Bandit [1999] "Colonel Butterscotch" by Icon 1000
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batwritings · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 23 - Threesome
Some lovely Mexican boys for day 23! Enjoy!~
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There were quite a few nice things to be said about having childhood friends. They kept the best secrets, knew you like the backs of their own hands, and in some cases, more intimately than others. And that was just who Rodolfo and Alejandro were to you.
It wasn’t easy at first, oh no. Especially into your teen years when Valeria came into the picture. You welcomed the new girl into your friend circle at first. Yet her eyes for Alejandro always left you feeling odd, and you really weren’t a fan of it.
You’d confided in Rudy of course, him feeling the same. The secret of your shared feelings for Al was just that between the two of you; a secret. You never thought you’d be in a position where you’d ever tell him.
So here you were, both you and Rudy feeling a bit sheepish as you stood before Alejandro, colonel of the Mexican Special Forces. You two were the man’s right and left hands, nothing was ever kept under wraps anymore. Hence, your secret being so out in the open.
“Since childhood?” Alejandro asked, voice slightly incredulous. “How did I..miss that?”
“You and Val kinda…had a thing Al,” you said quietly. You knew the man hated having his old fling brought into things, but it was essentially the truth. “We…Rodolfo and I weren’t going to get in the way of that. What friends would we be then?”
The colonel growled quietly, but accepted the truth. “Amigo,” Rudy stepped in now, breaking his best friend’s racing thoughts. “Just because we both love you…doesn’t mean it has to be a me or Y/N situation. We can…all three…” He stops in his words and flickers his gaze between the two of you. “¿No?”
You smile fondly at Rudy; he was always eager to find a compromise, something that would work for the three of you. You turn to Alejandro, a hopeful look in your eyes. The colonel sighs but eventually smiles himself.
“I cannot deny either of you, not when you back me into a corner like this,” he chuckles. You all three share a small laugh. You’re the first to stand, emboldened by the adrenaline of having a secret let out and approach Alejandro first, kissing him square on the lips. He’s a bit shocked, but kisses you back with just as much passion. 
Rudy wraps his arms around your waist, kissing the back of your head. His kisses trail down your cheek, then neck, over your shoulder. Your kisses with Alejandro deepen, earning soft groans from the both of you. 
What you don’t see is the look Rodolfo and his best friend exchange. It’s a knowing look to be sure. They’d both had conversations of situations like this with you since they were teens. Regardless of Alejandro’s loyalty to Valeria as her partner, his mind often wandered back to you.
The next few movements are a blur, but what your slowly darkening mind registers is you and your two best friends on the floor of the room. Rudy and Alejandro each have their members out, stroking them gently while you strip yourself of your pants and underwear. Two calloused fingers trail around your hole, slick with saliva before the slip inside you to prep you.
Your mouth opens to lick and suck at Rudy’s member, the heady scent and taste all but intoxicating you. Both men are cursing for different reasons, but each curse is followed up with some sort of praise thrown your way. You can feel the pressure of Alejandro slipping his own cock inside your eager entrance, moaning around the one in your mouth at the pleasure.
Never in a million years did you think you’d end up spit-roasted on the floor of the Los Vaqueros meeting room. You thought even less that it would be by your two best friends, but you weren’t at all complaining. The two had a rhythm set and they both filled you beautifully, as if your bodies were made for each other.
You can hear the sound of both Rudy and Alejandro kissing above you. What you’d kill to see it, though with the secret now out in the open, it wasn’t like this would be the last time. God you could only hope and pray to whatever deities existed that this wasn’t the last time.
The coil of pleasure in your stomach was wound so damn tight you thought you may break. The push and pull from your two best friends and the way they were beginning to lose that perfect rhythm they’d built up told you that they weren’t far behind. Dull nails gripping at your hips and the hand in your hair may also have been a tell, but you let it slide.
“Please amor, please finish inside–” you hear Rudy plead with Alejandro. “Want to feel them moan around me.” This in turn has a long groan falling down your throat to vibrate along the man’s cock in your throat. 
“Puta madre…”Alejandro growls, hips slamming into yours impossibly faster and harder. “You hear him querida, go on and come for us.” Thankfully for the both of them, you didn’t need to be told twice.
Your peak hits and you can’t help but cry out, muffled by the member in your throat. Your boys aren’t far behind as your mind absently thinks of how nice that sounds. “Your boys”, something you’d been dreaming of since you were all children. 
You don’t remember when they both pulled out, cum leaking from your lips and now empty hole. Both of them were layering on the praise like you were some sacred being that blessed them. When water coated your throat, you began to think a little more clearly.
“Do confessions usually end in threesomes, or are we just special?”
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