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#i don't think it supposed to happen
wereh0gz · 3 months
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I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK JESUS FUCK
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nonasbirthday · 9 days
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Tbh? I don't like Paul. I don't want Paul. I understand that Paul serves an important narrative function and that Paul is the best possible ending for Camilla and Palamedes given their situation, personalities, and relationship. However what I really want is for Camilla and Palamedes to attend the ATN wedding as two individual humans and for Pal to be a lightweight who loses his tie in the garden fountain after three drinks and for Camilla to do exactly one shot with the group, keep Gideon from ripping the sleeves off her dress shirt, and absolutely kill it at lawn games during cocktail hour. Since this scenario is a wild tonal mismatch for the series and also Palamedes was already dead, this was unlikely to ever happen. However Paul is the final nail in the coffin for the theoretical existence of this scene and I can't help but resent them for that
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uncanny-tranny · 6 months
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Basically, my philosophy around disability fakers is: I would rather a thousand people fake a disability than have one disabled person suffer without care, aids, compassion, or any help.
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cozylittleartblog · 4 months
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lethal company is a workplace comedy
this prank got us All killed. btw.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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sometimes we just need someone to pay enough attention.
for the longest time i had been trying to read The Lord of The Rings. everyone had sung the praises for it, over and over. i'd seen clips of the movie and it seemed like it could be fun, but actually reading it was fucking horrible.
my parents had the omnibus - all the books squished into one big tome - and in the 4th grade i started sort of an annual tradition: i would start trying to read TLR and get frustrated after about a month and put it back down. at first i figured i was just too young for it, and that it would eventually make sense.
but every time i came back to it, i would find myself having the exact same experience: it was confusing, weird, and dry as a fucking bone. i couldn't figure it out. how had everyone else on earth read this book and enjoyed it? how had they made movies out of this thing? it was, like, barely coherent. i would see it on "classics" list and on every fantasy/sci-fi list and everyone said i should read it; but i figured that it was like my opinion of great expectations - just because it's a classic doesn't mean i'm going to like experiencing it.
at 20, i began the process of forcing myself through it. if i had to treat the experience like a self-inflicted textbook, i would - but i was going to read it.
my mom came across me taking notes at our kitchen table. i was on the last few pages of the first book in the omnibus, and i was dreading moving on to the next. she smiled down at me. only you would take notes on creative writing. then she sat down and her brow wrinkled. wait. why are you taking notes on this?
i said the thing i always said - it's boring, and i forget what's happening in it because it's so weird, and dense. and strange.
she nodded a little, and started to stand up. and then sat back down and said - wait, will you show me the book?
i was happy to hand it over, annoyed with the fact i'd barely made a dent in the monster of a thing. she pulled it to herself, pushing her glasses up so she could read the tiny writing. for a moment, she was silent, and then she let out a cackle. she wouldn't stop laughing. oh my god. i cannot wait to tell your father.
i was immediately defensive. okay, maybe i'm stupid but i've been trying to read this since the 4th grade and -
she shook her head. raquel, this is the Silmarillion. you've been reading the Silmarillion, not the lord of the rings.
anyway, it turns out that the hobbit and lord of the rings series are all super good and i understand why they're recommended reading. but good lord (of the rings), i wish somebody had just asked - wait. this kind of thing is right up your alley. you love fantasy. it sounds like something might be wrong. why do you think it's so boring?
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egophiliac · 5 months
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Okay so I've been wanting to tell you that you're literally my favourite twst artist 😭🩷
So my question is, how do you manage to come up with these funny comics? CUZ I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
(P.s: Lovin' the art style ✨)
oh geeze, thanks! 💚💚💚 I'm really glad people enjoy my stupid sense of humor; mostly I just draw things to make myself laugh, and if it makes other people laugh too, then bonus points! usually it's just one joke or mental image that gets stuck in my head (every time I saw Fellow spin his cane, all I could think about was him go-go-gadgeting away on it...) and in my quest to justify it, it picks up other jokes and bits along the way and usually doesn't even end up as the main focus anymore. entire narrative arcs have spun out just so I could use a single bad pun in a throwaway line. this is a terrible way to explain it but I'm not sure how else to put it into words!
and sometimes it's just "weird things my sister has said that I make fun of her for"
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madootles · 6 months
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some edwards I forgot about
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royalarchivist · 2 months
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I love the QSMP. Not only has it introduced me to many amazing international creators, it's also introduced me to the French and Brazilian community, who are so sweet, funny, and chaotic in their own unique ways. I love seeing fans sharing their culture and learning from one another, and I myself have learned a lot this past year. I think it's incredible how QSMP brings so many different people together – all of us united in our love and passion for this project and its goals.
But passion can often evoke strong emotions, and these strong emotions aren't always positive.
The past few months, I have seen multiple waves of hate, bad-faith generalizations of communities, and racist remarks directed at fellow fans – especially those who are part of the French / Brazilian community. This kind of behavior is inexcusable, and is in direct conflict with the mission of QSMP, which is to break language barriers and unite communities.
We are a global community with a variety of people from different backgrounds. Miscommunications may occasionally occur because of cultural differences and/or language barriers, but we should use these moments as opportunities to learn and engage with other people rather than assuming the worst about them and starting fights.
Although certain issues can be resolved with communication, sometimes it’s better to block and move on. Avoid spreading negativity or hate, and save yourself the headache of interacting with people who are just looking for someone to argue with.
No matter what community we're a part of or what languages we speak, we're all here to have fun. Please remember to be kind to each other. We have more in common than we have in conflict.
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lunar-years · 2 months
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It's interesting that when Keeley is telling Ted about the implications of that photo of him and her leaking to The Sun, she says "Jamie is going to go mental" but it's not followed up with "he's going to think i cheated on him" or "he's going to break up with me" or "it's going to ruin our relationship" it's instead followed up by, "there's going to be photographers all over us!" And later when she's talking to Rebecca it's, "My god, Jamie would've been so pissed off with reporters poking around in our love life." There's something to be said for like, she never once expresses doubt that Jamie won't hear her out on the truth or believe what she tells him. The major focus of her concern is just keeping their business out of the press. Their relationship in season one is far from perfect but there's a lot of implicit trust between them.
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I am seeing some of the WORST takes about tdp season 4. Sweet, sweet tumblr users. This season was a lot of set up, not everything was supposed to be explained or resolved, or even "should" have been. Season 4 had to do the heavy leg work of re-establishing characters and arcs and the plot moving foreword. It just needs a little time to be able to act on everything it's now established. It did a good job building off of arc 1, and now we are fully indoctrinated into arc 2!
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lonicera-edulis · 2 months
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Finally figured out a design for Perry. And this piece can be concidered an art for HobbitCember Prompt Challenge, Shire Fashion.
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hey what if Eddie had a lil crush on Wally in the early days. i think that'd be cute
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babisawyer · 1 year
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Ben coming back to the cabin to see yet another cannibalistic ritual
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talesfromthecrypts · 14 days
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Now, they were trying to kill me! Do you understand?
Dead Calm (1989) dir. Phillip Noyce
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ride-a-dromedary · 7 months
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You're not a doppelganger, are you? Trying to study me, learn all my secrets so you can take my place?
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euphor1a · 1 year
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Joshua having a corruption kink
thirst drabbles (5/∞)
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fandom » svt
pairing » joshua x f!reader
rating » 18+ (minors dni!)
genre » smut, brother’s best friend au.
word count » ~ 1260
warnings » profanity, soft dom!shua, sub!reader, inexperienced/virgin!reader, corruption kink, use of pet names, tons of praising, dirty talk, cunnilingus, fingering, lmk if i missed anything!
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It feels wrong, so wrong. 
But at the same time, you are experiencing so many sensations that are completely new to you — sensations that are euphoric.
Even if you tried your best to hate how good he is making you feel, you really just couldn’t. How could you? When he’s fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires? When he’s this close to taking you to heaven? Or hell, maybe. But it doesn’t really matter to you right now. 
Joshua’s hungry tongue laps at your cunt, his thumb gently rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves you had barely paid attention to before. His eyes are trained on your splayed-out figure on his best friend’s bed, taking in every little detail possible. The way you twitch and whimper, occasionally cry out his name, shyly try to cover yourself even in this state – everything is driving him crazy. 
Well, He must have gone crazy, he thinks. Joshua finds it’s hard to believe that he’s actually doing this to you right now. Did you really agree to his straight up scandalous proposition? No cause. Fuck, he’s living his wildest fantasy right now. 
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Tasting so sweet, making such cute sounds and looking all pretty for me.” A grunt escapes him, the sound going straight through your core. Obscene noises of licking, sucking and slurping echo throughout the dorm room Joshua and your brother shares, making you impossibly embarrassed. You shudder and whine, toes curling when he grazes his tongue along your entrance. 
What will your elder brother do if he finds out? What if he walks right into this… scene? 
“What’s so important that you gotta think about it when I’m eating your pussy diligently? Or am I not doing good enough, angel?” Joshua stops for a second, three of his fingers slapping your clit. You jolt and let out a broken mewl. The sudden action increases the weird feeling inside your lower abdomen, your eyes tearing up a little.
“Ah, ‘m sorry… I–” you halt, realizing that he has completely pulled away from your throbbing cunt. His hands are still grasping at your thighs firmly, but his mouth is far away from where you want it to be. Joshua suddenly chuckles out loud, your inner walls clench from his smooth yet deep voice. 
“You look like a kicked puppy. What happened, baby? Tell me what’s going on.” He drops a butterfly kiss on the delicate flesh of your inner thigh. You have no idea why, but you realize that your pussy is aching. For him. You want him to continue.
Flustered by your own thoughts, a nearly inaudible ‘please’ is all you manage. Your left hand comes up to cover some parts of your face soon after. But, of course, the devil between your legs isn’t satisfied with just that. “Sorry, but I didn’t catch what you said. Say it loud and clear, okay? Try again, angel.” 
The subtle smile on his lips seems to be encouraging. Although, you swear it’s a smirk he’s hiding underneath. 
“Don’t leave– um, stop like that… please, Shua.” Your heartbeat is dangerously high, and you’re also starting to realize exactly how hot your skin has got. 
Joshua raises an eyebrow at you, licking his lips on purpose. “You can do better, don’t you think, baby? How about you be more specific? What do you want me to do?” 
Heat rises to your face, and you find yourself swallowing nervously. “But that’s so embarrassing!” You complain, definitely louder than intended. 
“What’s so embarrassing about wanting to get your pretty pussy sucked until you come all over my face? If I was you, I’d have wanted the same.” Joshua shrugs nonchalantly. 
You groan, hiding your face under your hands, your hips bucking up automatically. Adding more to your devastation, he teasingly trails open-mouthed kisses down your thighs, going dangerously close to your gushing and throbbing cunt, but stopping before he can reach there. 
“I know you want it so bad, baby. I can see your little hole clenching and your clit is all swollen. Just say the word! Let me take care of you.” 
Desperation blinds you, your hands balling into fists. “God, fine! Please… eat my pussy. Please. It hurts, Shua.” Your immediate wish is for the earth to open up and swallow you whole, but instead, he’s the one consuming you entirely.
“That’s my girl, you did so well.” Joshua smiles before diving right back in, his nose pressing against your clit while he pushes the tip of his tongue into your core. You cry out, one of your hands flying to grip on his messy locks. He hums appreciatively, clearly enjoying the way you pull onto his hair. The warm, flexible muscle gently strokes your gummy walls, eliciting a moan from you. It feels like you’re floating, every part of your body alight with pleasure.
Each thrust of his tongue pushes you closer towards the edge, yet you feel so far away from it. “Ugh… mm–more! Gonna come, Shua. Please.” You whine, squirming under his grip. Joshua plucks his tongue out from you with a loud popping sound, his darkened eyes falling upon your teary ones. 
His boxers have become incredibly tight, and your sudden plea only worsens it for him. Joshua places your right leg over his shoulder, letting his finger coat in your leaking juices mixed with his saliva. “Look at you. Half an hour ago you couldn’t even look me in the eye, were trying to hide yourself and refusing to say what you wanted. Good job, baby, I’m so proud of you.” Those words affect you immediately, the embarrassment starting to creep back up. 
However, before you can do anything, his index and middle fingers slide inside your sopping cunt, your body tensing up from the overwhelming, foreign feeling. He realizes and rushes to whisper sweet nothings, stroking your tummy to calm you down. “Relax, angel. It’s gonna hurt the double if you are tense like that, yeah? Everything’s okay. You are so wet, taking me so well.” 
You slowly ease up, whimpering immediately. Joshua’s thicker, longer fingers fill you up way better than your own – almost like it’s meant to be. He presses a gentle kiss on your mound, murmuring, “Do you want me to move now, baby?” 
“Yeah…” You nod eagerly, squeezing his still fingers inside you. He groans, starting off slow. The drag of his calloused skin against your spongy walls does some things to you, your hips rocking back and forth to meet him halfway. Joshua can’t help but smirk, watching your walls of ‘innocence’ crumbling down in his hands. Your constant pants and cries almost cover up the lewd squelching sounds of your cunt sucking in his digits repetitively. 
“Shua, *ahng*, it feels– so weird–” you whimper, but he only shushes you. A few tears escape from your eyes, the intense feeling that you’re about to burst increasing tenfold as he leans down to suckle on your clit. You start spasming around him, and then it hits you – a wave that makes your whole body rigid but loosens it up soon after. It feels like you’ve turned into jelly, brain addled. 
Joshua climbs up to hover over your shaking form, fingers still inside your pussy. “Good girl, you did amazing.” He presses a lingering peck on your forehead, then finds your lips in a sweet, comforting kiss. “You made such a mess on your brother’s bed… I’m gonna have to change out the sheets before he comes back.”                 
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱
thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope you enjoyed it 🥺! it’s been a while since i shared new content so i’m low-key nervous hfhfhjgh. thank you to @yeonjun4beagles​​ for suggesting mr. shua; otherwise, this really might had not seen the light of the day! ;’)
consider leaving a reblog or a comment to let me know what you think of this!! feedback through asks will be appreciated too! do support your local writers, the community is dying 🫠
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