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collageofnudes · 2 days
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Natasha Legeyda by Imagine That
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ato-dato · 7 months
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Alexa how do you make two old men kiss?
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acoraxia · 3 months
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mask revamp bc i wanted swk to look scarier with it
and also he’s fucking huge — i hope we can all agree she’s big asf
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Cashapp // Ko-Fi
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hoofpeet · 3 months
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Anatomically correct saytr (eyes on side of head)
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There are probably satyrs that look like this...
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yapperdan · 4 months
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Dan and Phil doing catboy photoshoots while the builders are working on their house
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reality-detective · 1 month
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NDE Near Death Experience
This 👆 Is Amazing...
“Dannion Brinkley has died 4 times. Here's what he says happens when you die.”
You're a spiritual being living a human life. 🤔
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delta-romance0 · 1 month
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Bath thought: Gerard way comes online, likes a singular post about an mcr5 date, leaves with no explanation.
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starrspice · 7 days
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I've been meaning to ask, in the Silent Shanty au, how do Eclipse and Y/n know each other? And why doesn't Y/n remember him?
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Well, they spent a summer together a long time ago.
Eclipse would travel overseas with his father during the summer, and while playing on the beach one afternoon he got swept out to sea by the current. Y/N helped pull him back to shore, and the two played together everyday that summer.
Those summer memories have always held a place in Eclipse’s heart, and he’s spent years trying to find them again. But it was such a long time ago Y/N’s nearly forgotten
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thecurrentevents · 26 days
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lives ended in Gaza
look. look.
these people had their futures ahead of them. these people had nothing to deal with Hamas. these people just wanted to live and be happy. these people never asked for any of this.
and yet. they are dead from Israel’s bombardment of Gaza. and yet. people say they deserve to die. and yet, and yet, and yet.
when will the world realize this needs to stop?
ceasefire now. free Palestine.
edit: fixed link? the mobile NYT app gift article links isn’t working.
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littlecarmine · 10 months
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PAGET BREWSTER as EMILY PRENTISS
CRIMINAL MINDS — 7.05 “FROM CHILDHOOD’S HOUR”
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You’re ignoring the funniest option. That Robert Plant is a Supernatural fan
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puraiuddo · 10 months
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TMNT | Raphael & Casey Jones
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dd-writes · 3 months
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Telling them you're proud of them and actually fucking meaning it >>>>
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ultipoter · 4 months
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Joined a Higurashi watch party which the ever wonderful @embbu invited me to, and the bit with Takano spinning inspired me to make this. Volo is just excited to see the plates!
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sherlockig · 3 months
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Rhys Darby - Walkman
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groubee · 10 months
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i’m procrastinating my other wips and also trying to make something that isn’t a small novel 🛌
warnings and contents: 18+ ONLY, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slight somno, slight breeding kink, idk implied housewife kink, implied freeuse??? listen idk whT this is
minors and blank blogs dni - do not repost - thank u
it was nearly pitch black by the time he stepped through the front door, lone lamp in the kitchen casting yellow hues and shadows over the entryway. a breathy groan left him, toes digging into heels to rid himself of workboots caked in dirt and grease. his keys clattered on the counter, drowned out by his soft curse.
in less than half an hour, he’d finished the plate left for him in the oven and scrubbed himself down in the shower.
the bedroom door was shut, blocking out the quiet sounds of his homecoming, squeaking near the base when he pushed it open slowly.
her back was to him, face smushed into his pillow. the towel around his waist hit the floor, a drop of water slipping off the end of his bangs and onto her bare back as he climbed over her. she stirred, but only just, sighing contentedly at the press of lips to her cheek.
he hummed into her skin, nose brushing down her temple, neck, digging into her shoulder as his fingers pried between her thighs. a sound of protest vibrated against his lips, her muscles shifting under him as she went to roll over. as if this wasn’t routine, as if there wasn’t a wad of towels shoved under the window from day after day of the same ritual, and her lack of panties wasn’t deliberate.
“no, sh… sh, sh, sh, sh.” he dropped his weight onto her, thigh planting over hers. “you just have to lie there.”
no questions asked, just lax limbs on their worn in sheets, fingers pushing between her folds to skim around her bud. it was hardly instantaneous, but close to it, the way she began to drool, arching her back into his hand.
“that’s the deal, right? i do all the work?”
a laugh shook her, airy and tired. happily compliant.
“pillow?”
“mm,” she nodded.
it was hers, but more often than not she used his chest as one. so shoving it under her hips to get soaked was easy, muscle memory. like how reaching for the box on their bedside table used to be. it sat empty, last wrapper torn in two, leftover from that morning. it grew less daunting the more she pushed up into him, begging silently for him.
“gotta… forgot to stop and get…”
his head was already in, sinking further as moans grew higher, fingertips biting into her cheeks to spread them out. the drag was tight, his knees pinning her legs together doing naught to ease it.
they panted and grabbed for one another in the stillness, her hand settling over his where his arm rested beneath her head, weight on his elbow causing the mattress to strain. through feathery kisses and grazes of skin, a pace was set. enough to have slaps reverberating off the walls in time with the headboard hitting one.
she groaned at the emptiness of him pulling out, twisting it into a purr when he took hold of his base to guide his shaft in circles all around the pocket of her upper thighs. her juices smeared along her skin made the push in smoother, letting him drop his other arm down to wrap around her shoulders.
“harder,” she gasped, fingernails pricking at his bicep.
harder, deeper, more desperate. she got it all. a day’s worth of frustration loaded behind his hips, begging to come out. he could hardly stand it, teeth sinking into her neck, pulling a whine from her. it’d only been a matter of hours, but he was drowning in it all. the need, the want, that itch he couldn’t scratch unless every inch of his skin was pressed to hers.
they were wrapped up, tangled in each other and the sheets, one of his feet stuck in the corner of their comforter. so close he couldn’t tell if she was gripping onto his hand or he was holding onto hers.
it didn’t feel real at times. the bliss from just holding each other, breathing in the scents of fresh and sleep-riddled skin alike. faded perfume and bedding due for a wash after days upon days of working each other over. like they were. a joint effort of pounding hips and an arched back, maybe a deliberate clench to match the reflexive one, just to hear his breath hitch.
“close,” he mumbled, breath ghosting over her face.
she simply nodded, too lost in her own release building right in the pit of her. his thighs were taut around hers, chest sliding against her back, stilling when he tightened his arms around her. a weak grunt left her, hands slipping under his forearms to curl around them, grounding herself under him.
one tilt of her hips had her falling apart, walls seizing around him, head dropping toward their arms had he not reached a hand up to grip her chin.
“look at me.”
his eyes were dark, hooded when she did, struggling to hold his gaze as he slammed into her sweet spot over and over in search of his climax, dragging hers out until it felt her nerves would spark under her skin. their lips grazed, hot and desperate like their moans for one another. it was when his fingers tightened around her jaw that she knew he was there.
“ah, fuck…”
one high whine from her set his spine rigid, hips stuttering flush against her ass. no barrier to keep him from flooding her all the way to that ring deep inside her. that thought alone had him jumping with one last rope.
the bed was drenched around their heads, ends of his hair frizzy and nearly dry. her face even glistened with water when she turned to look at him better.
“missed you…”
there were still little tremors clamping her around him, last of her release seeping from her muscles.
“got me all weekend, sweetheart.”
eyelids grew heavy, melting over her vision, warping the liquid smile on his lips. the sleep he’d pulled her from lapped at the edges of her brain once more, receding for a moment when he tugged at her until she was pressed to his chest again.
he was still inside her, fingers snaking between her thighs to feel the mix of them oozing around his base.
“gonna let me?” he whispered.
the weight of unconsciousness was too good, fullness in her core too heavy. mindlessly, she guided his hand to her mouth, humming at the taste of them wiping off on her tongue.
“that’s the deal, right?”
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