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honk-factory · 9 months
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Here's a @ha0nk Clip!
The power of math is too great for one clown! 🔥🤡🔥
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lovelyheartclover · 4 months
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ONLY THE HOTTEST BADASS BI4BI BITCHES SUPPORT PALESTINE 😎😎😎😎🍉🍉🍉🍉
@m0n1q @zombytommy @lilywily143 @mozzyspurt @uzibrainrot @electronix-arts @idunaflo @r3tr0s-posts @jinx-the-hunter25 !!!!
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If Ambrosius (movie ver.) lost his hearing in that blast, Ballister would immediately start learning sign language, even with all the beef between them, even after all that happened, even with a prosthetic that would probably make it harder to learn, he'd still do it no questions asked. Change my mind.
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birdricks · 4 months
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stooooooop ur bird facts are giving me crazy bo thoughts but specifically the dyeing feathers to be more gender affirming. immediately started thinking abt birddaughter already doing a form of this and that by extension birdperson's far duller plummage could even make him read as gnc among birdpeople....
UEAHHH DEFINITELY W BIRDDAUGHTER. also yessss i do think personallllyyyy theres a lot to b said abt how bp doesnt fit neatly into bird culture anyways like REGARDLESS of being trans … it depends on how you interpret the culture but tbh id definitely consider bp to be gnc in some form ….
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alien-ally · 1 year
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The thing about utsukushii kare, yes I'm saying this after everyone that has to see it has seen it is that you got to get on tumblr and read some high level analyses and meta in order to realise the underappreciated misjudged worth of it. A trope is a commonly used theme, only when it's fledged out to the maximum to the point where it becomes unrecognisable from the tropey shit you see is when it becomes real. I've seen time and time again people failing to see the qualities of UK mistaking it for the usual romanticization of toxic dynamics u see in just about any mainstream well loved media. I know that's what i subconsciously did when the first season came out and settled for fmvs and paid no further attention. Mainstream rendition of popular tropes have seasoned us for casual viewing. especially deeper more convoluted stuff like the psychology behind characters like hira/kiyoi. there's a difference between normalizing toxic dynamics and portraying the working of it. One straight out romanticizes toxicity and gets us to think it's okay 'as long as they love each other' while the other addresses it's problems one by one and carefully breaks it down. It explores the taboo nature of certain dynamics and the fine line between purposeful manipulation/imbalance and circumstantial misfortune. For ex. lack of proper communication may be a character's problem without being their fault. Because i totally lack the articulacy or knowledge to pick it apart word by word I'm just going to say Sometimes that's just how their brain works. After years of neglect and struggle, that's how people end up sometimes. This by no means exempts them from blame for the harm/hurt they unwittingly cause. But we need to take time and patience to understand why. Why? Because these people are trying. They're yet to realise a lot of things still and despite being together for what years?? still dysfunctional but they've been giving their best. They'll grow. Together they'll heal and learn to be better for each other, for themselves. But we need to stick with them and be patient to witness that growth. I know I'm speaking this confidently about utsukare cause I've seen it's worth up close after i was impossibly drawn to it when the second season came out and from the posts i read of several smart eloquent observant perceptive attentive people. it has pretty much been very show stopping ground breaking phenomenal to me. I hope people that are yet to see it come to know of it too at some point. Or else you are terribly terribly missing out.
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goddessofroyalty · 1 year
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Summary: Aemond and Lucerys drink too much one night and reveal some hidden truths in both their branches of the family tree.
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Still don’t go here but gods this fandom has such potential to talk about blood lines and inherency and duty.
Pairings: Aemond/Lucerys, Aemond/Helena (only for child conception purposes)
Warnings: incest (uncle/nephew; sibling/sibling), secret-children-having
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“What I don’t get,” Lucerys new husband says, with probably more alcohol on his breathe than is necessarily smart for them to be alone together considering their families are still at odds, “is why your father, not your true father, the one that we all pretend is your father, even claimed you in the first place. He of all people must have known you were not his.”
“He was our father,” Lucerys corrects because no matter what the matter of blood says Laenor was still his father. “And we were his children.”
“And if we were not,” Lucerys adds quietly, revealing a secret that even the night cannot hear, “it is not my mother’s fault.”
Aemond gives a hum at it, swigging down another mouthful of the wine they had taken back to their room with them after the feast. “Was he unable or unwilling?”
“I-“ Lucerys had been aware of the talk about his father as much as he was the talk about his mother but never had put as bluntly around him. He steals the cup from Aemond’s hands to take a drink of his own only to have it snatched back as soon as it leaves his lips.
“I asked my mother about why he claimed us back when this was all set,” Lucerys says with a gesture around the room. It was back when he was confirmed as Lord of Driftmark he had snuck into her bed that night and confessed all his fears of not being deserving of it and questioned whether his father would have even wanted him to take it. “She said that they had tried together and nothing had come from it.”
His mother had confessed that they possibly had not tried as hard as they could before turning to the alternative solution. Aemond doesn’t need to know those details though.
“An heir was still needed for them both and the arrangement worked for all involved. So we are his and he wanted us to inherit as such,” Lucerys finishes, looking over at his husband only to see that Aemond hardly seems to be listening anymore. Instead staring off over the wine cup into the distance. “Is that a problem for you?”
Aemond glances at him out of the side of his good eye before looking back away.
“My brother suffers from a similar shortcoming,” he says, after a moment. Just as quietly as Lucerys had started. “Which I suppose we should be grateful for or else we would be dealing with silver-haired bustards all through King’s Landing.”
It is clear he is not finished so Lucerys lets him have his time to find the words.
“There was also the requirement of an heir for him as well.”
“Did he not perform?” Lucerys has a feeling he knows where this is going.
“He tried. Many times. And the more it failed the more he drank, and Helena, she hated the whole thing.”
“So the children-“ Are Aemonds. Not that Lucerys dares finishing that question from the glare Aemond gives him for even starting it.
Aemond drinks what remains in the cup before getting up and taking it over to the window, staring out. “Perhaps if my uncle had been around the situation would have been neater for you as well.”
“Perhaps.” Lucerys can’t help but be glad his step-father wasn’t around. It is not that he dislikes him, he is as fond of Daemon. But he still misses Harwin, as foolish as that is.
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I talk about religious imagery in yellowjackets all the time but it wasn’t until I made this that I noticed that they all knelt down to take jackie into their mouths almost like the eucharist (jackie’s death and lottie’s notion that jackie would have wanted it this way for the baby, symbolizing death and rebirth the same way that sacrament does)… insane of them if you ask me
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nateriverswife · 2 years
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someone teach Near not to be afraid of getting close to others
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tamyonmyonmyon · 3 months
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Realizing that the 27 part fanfic I am reading has the same word count than a 250-300 page novel makes me so happy.
I felt bad everytime I remembered I haven't touched a fiction book since I was 13, but turns out I probably read on the weekly tons of books, and that is not even counting visual novels!!
I am actually reading!! It's just not the type of things it's socially seen as "cool and intellectual" :D
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Hee hee
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latinokaeya-moving · 1 year
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WAIT. fuck. i was idly looking at the weapon ascension materials descriptions and remembered how convinced i am of vennessa kaeya parallel narratives
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zhivchik · 1 year
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scorpion-flower · 2 years
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Hey, wanna see something really disgusting?
Go to Nerdeen Kiswani's stories on IG (@nerdeenk) to watch multiple videos of Israeli zionists openly celebrating the death of Palestinian civilians (especially childrens') openly admitting in interviews that they want to see Arabs die and photos from her DMS where people taunt her and tell her "Hey, remember that 18 month old baby we burned?" as well as "Go back to where you came from you dirty pig".
But remember, media wants you to believe that Palestinians (and all Arabs tbh) are uncivilized and that Israel is the only democracy in the Middle East *clown noices*
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mazojo · 2 years
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I am going through something again because of swimming boys
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waterfall-ambience · 2 years
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'haha there is nothing wrong with me. i'm so normal' <- has literally been obsessed with an april fools joke character from a minecraft lets play series for three years. yes its harmless but apparently its weird
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bleuberrygliscor · 2 years
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my fear of relpy / commenting on people's posts have been single-handedly eradicated by my need to assist all the squid and octo babies i can.
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eternityofend · 2 months
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Another type of milk.
PAIRING: Francis Mosses x Female!Reader ( Slight Doppelganger!Francis Mosses x Reader. )
Requested: Can I request something for Francis, the Milkman? Like the scenario is: Y'all be talking then, they do it under the desk while the reader is working?
MDNI +18, NSFW.
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You scroll through your phone, time ticking with each passing second as you get even more bored. Your job as a doorman was nice however the hours needed to work were plenty enough of time for you to wish you had never taken up such a job in the first place.
You hear a tap on the window as you see Francis in front of you, holding a carton of milk in his hands, his movements were sluggish and his eye bags were darker than when you last saw him.
You ignored the concern building in you and tried to find your wallet to pay for the milk you ordered from Francis, keyword: tried. You frantically searched your pockets and the drawers but there was no sign of a leather wallet in all of the places you searched.
Francis stares at you with a blank expression, completely minding his own business as he didn't question the amount of time it took for you to find your wallet.
"Hey.. can I pay you up in a different way?"
Francis raises his eyebrows, skeptical about your request but nods his head; far too kept up with how much time this delivery was taking. He wasn't used to social interaction anyway, he just wanted to get out.
You motion for him to come into your office, opening the gate for him and closing it once he went through.
A few minutes later, Francis knocks on your door and you let him in, he's still holding onto the carton of milk which you help him put on your desk.
"Mmmm.. so what's this different method of payment are you talking about?.." Francis mutters, his voice husky with the tiredness he felt from his job, tone as curious as ever.
You walk up to him, putting your hand on his chest while smiling innocently.
Francis looked at you with a curious expression, gulping as he was nervous about what you were going to do with him.
Francis looked at your eyelashes, and your pretty eyes, trying to distract himself from the weird thoughts he was thinking; perhaps he was watching too much inappropriate stuff, he should limit himself on that.
"Do you live alone?" You asked, knowing well what his answer would be.
Francis tore his gaze away from you, now staring at your wall. "Yes.."
He hears a small laugh come from you, and his body feels tingly with extreme nervousness. Why were you laughing? Did you expect him to have a roommate or something?
"So you have no one to milk you at home then?" You whisper in Francis's ears, watching him tense up as he caved in to your voice and touch.
You saw the way his knees trembled to hold onto his body, cheeks turning redder than the scarlet milk he frequently delivers.
You put a hand on his cheek, making him look at you with a smile on your face. "Let me help you, that's my payment." You utter, watching his eyes widen as he came across a conflicted statement-- not knowing what to choose.
You really didn't have to wait long.
Francis stares up at you, hand on his mouth as he leans against the wall, ears flushing with blush as he attempted to conceal his noises from you, afraid of someone hearing.
You rubbed your shoe against his bulge, looking at him with a mischievous look on your face, wanting to make him cum from a dry orgasm before you fully fuck him.
"Ah~ Hnn~ Ngn~" Francis moans out, his sounds muffled by how hard he was biting on his hand, throwing his head back at how lewd your method to pleasure him was.
His eyes were teary and his cheeks were flushed, he looked as if he already got fucked by you even if you hadn't advanced that fast yet.
You grin, pressing on his erection with the heel of your shoe-- enjoying the way he stuttered, gripping onto your leg with his free hand.
A tap on the window stops you from admiring him longer, and Francis panics. He couldn't run out because it would be suspicious if the visitor were to see someone come from below your desk, he didn't want to spread rumours as well if someone recognized him.
So he just sat there, both hands covering his mouth.
Wait.. what were you doing?
Francis bites onto his hand, heart pulsing as he felt your shoe rub more against his dick, you were crazy! Why were you still continuing?!
You grinned, twirling your hair as you faced a doppelganger of one of the visitors, not even having to check the ID to know it was a doppelganger.
You had to admit, it sure mimicked the resident properly, but if it weren't for the real Francis already being below your desk, you would've let the doppelganger of Francis in, there were barely any differences as well.
"Oh? My appearance..? I don't quite follow.." The doppelganger muttered, trying to keep calm as he felt rage from how fast you figured out he was a doppelganger.
You were not only a pretty doorman but a smart one too, the doppelganger held back on transforming, wanting to see if he could still convince you that he was the real one.
You chuckle at the doppelganger's confused expression, adding a bit more pressure to your shoe as you pressed on Francis's erection, hearing a small moan come out of him.
The doppelganger's eyes widened, looking around as he was confused at where the noise came from.
What a shame, you'd so tease the real Francis using the doppelganger if only you weren't allowed to spread the fact that Doppelgangers existed.
"I'm sorry, but I don't quite think I can let you in."
You rang the DDD and let them handle the situation, completely forgetting about Francis beneath you, trembling at how much pressure he was receiving.
By the time you remembered about him, you were already finished with the doppelganger situation, seeing him all teary and red just from your shoe.
You laugh, lifting his face up as you stop rubbing your shoe against his dick, grinning at him with a new idea in mind.
"Let's start with the milking process now, shall we, Milkman? But first, why don't you eat me out first?"
You catch his flustered expression as he nodded, moving his hands all the way to your thighs as he got rid of your panties.
Francis moves closer to your pussy, licking on it as his eyes widened from the taste, it was much different than the milk he was used to.
You let out a breathy moan, spreading your legs wider as you felt Francis shove his tongue straight into you, eating you out as if he was a man that was starved for years.
His tongue flicks against your clit, and you let out a full moan, suddenly closing your thighs around Francis's head, he didn't seem to mind however.
"Shit... you sure know how to eat pussy.." You mumble, biting on your lip as you run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the sensation of his cold wet tongue.
Francis's hooked nose makes you moan as it pressed against your pussy because of how close he was.
You moan, throwing your head back when you feel Francis's tongue licking on your clit, lapping it up as if it was water.
Your grip on his hair tightens, clenching down on his tongue as you orgasmed.
Francis moans beneath you, the vibration running across your entire body making you shake and tremble.
You breathe out, your pussy pulsing while Francis explored your insides, eager to drink up all of your cum, not letting a single drop go to waste.
You pull Francis away from your dick, and your pussy twitches at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded, staring at you while his tongue and mouth were filled with your cum.
Francis smiles, and swallows your cum right in front of you, making you bite your lip from how aroused you were.
"We aren't done yet, Milkman." You grin.
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But apparently the story is done! I hope you enjoyed the story, this is my second time writing smut :)
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