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#it’s like the sweet embrace of death
gnfkitten · 1 year
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everyone already knows you’re a compulsive liar you genuinely have issues but it makes a really entertaining tumblr blog. was the piss story true?
ah thank you for the attention that’s what i really wanted. yes unfortunately the piss story was true. i have many more doctor related incidents. my life is a nightmare
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doks-aux · 8 months
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Addendum to this.
Charlie: *wrapped in her towel* I want my daddy.
William: *face down on the couch* I want your daddy too.
Charlie: Huh?
William: You fucking heard me.
~Later~
Charlie: *being tucked into bed* Uncle Will wants you. :)
Henry: ...Go to sleep.
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deaderthandoubledead · 3 months
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What intrigues me about the JonElias ship is Elias corrupting Jon to the point of Jon losing all his humanity.
What intrigues me about the TimElias ship is Elias deciding to cling to the last remnants of his humanity because of Tim.
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iphisesque · 1 year
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creon and ismene bottom text
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rukafais · 2 years
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[...] the 3 of Swords clearly describes this sudden pain. You literally feel as if someone has taken a sharp object and jabbed it through your heart. Even something as minor as a snippy remark can feel this way. [...] When your heart is breaking, you feel as if that is all you are - an open wound.
This card depicts a fundamentally sorrowful experience— tarot readers suggest this may be in the form of a lost relationship, an accidental death, or some other form of not just depression or malaise but deeply emotional sorrow.
“Balance the scales on our friendship, Zaknafein. Understand that what I have done has saved your life...”
“Whoever told you that I would wish that?”
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arashi-no-saxlphone · 1 month
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Folding Laundry is just like being in hell
-Don't know what I did to deserve this
-Arduous and Eternal task
-Sucks ass
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anouri · 1 year
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Marie Howe, from What the Living Do: Poems (1999)
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euesworld · 2 years
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"I could hug you the way pancakes are slammed together, right up against you.."
I could hug you until your heart is syrupy with affection - eUë
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cheeseknives · 11 months
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Hello viewers. It's me, James May. And you're watching the disney channel.
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mosquitinho · 1 year
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btw i had actual extreme bad luck on friday the 13rd fellas i feel like i unlocked an achievement
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gnfkitten · 1 year
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just got so happy finally the manhwa im reading GAVE THE MAIN GIRL A BREAK this bitch just suffers it’s not even funny. i love her though. she’s my baby girl even if her entire life has been a nightmare …patting her softly on the head
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knifefightscene · 2 years
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Truly i can still do things when my mental health is shit because i can still do motivational speech to get myself to get the fuck up but like with shitty physical health it’s impossible to do literally anything
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thewitchoftherock · 1 year
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if you're sick
If you're sick and you're contagious just stay home *Clap Clap* If you're sick and you're contagious just stay home *Clap Clap* Just stay outta sight 'cus I don't want your blight. If you're sick and you're contagious just stay home *Clap Clap* Or at least wear a freakin' mask. This blight has been rampaging all over town, and I've not seen nearly enough customers wearing their masks. 90% of my staff as been sick. Now I'm sick. Stay home, or at least weak a freakin' mask.
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neixins · 2 years
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oughhh working out today was a mistake my consciousness was hanging on by a fucking thread after like 7 minutes </3
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ickadori · 6 months
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i think yuji has a thing for spoiled, bratty girls. the ones with borderline bad attitudes, who roll their eyes more than they smile, and scowl and huff when things don’t go their way.
sure, it can be annoying sometimes, but you’re never like that for long, not with him at least. you try, but all he has to do is wrap those steel arms around you and gush about how pretty you are, how he loves you so much, how much he missed seeing you and then you’re like putty in his hands.
you’re sweet, bashful, doting, clingy, glued to his side and rubbing yourself against him like some baby kitten. it’s cute, you’re cute, and he’s head over heels for you.
but like all things, that doesn’t last long either. your moods are fickle, changing at the drop of a hat, and your little outbursts can be explosive, sometimes offensive. yuji usually lets you get your frustrations out, lets you rant and rave while he sits and listens, and then when you’re all tuckered out he’s dragging you into his embrace and whispering comforting words into your skin followed by sweet kisses.
sukuna always tells him how soft he is when he does that - she’ll never respect you if you keep letting her off like that, he says. put her in her fucking place, he hisses. back in my era, the only time a woman opened her mouth around me was to suck my cock, he reminisces.
but yuji isn’t like sukuna, he doesn’t need to do those things to get you back how he likes you most, sweet and soft and eager for his love..but sometimes you really try his patience, so he figured he could do something, nothing close to the cruel things sukuna had suggested, but something to let you know that you couldn’t just do and say whatever you wanted all the time.
he figured he’d take something away from you, like you’d do with a misbehaving child, something that you loved and couldn’t get enough of, no matter how much he gave it to you.
his cock, obviously.
“yuji!” he’s had you like this for a while, your stomach flush against his bedroom wall as he forces you to stand while he squats behind you. you’re dressed in a little skirt and an equally as little top, no panties in sight. the skirt is hiked up around your hips, and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he thrusts the pink dildo into your drooling cunt once again, his ears twitching at the lewd squelch that sounds.
your thighs tremble, knees buckling, and he lets his free hand come down against your ass, his lips soothing the sting after when you let out a whimper. “m’sorry,” he mumbles against your skin, “but you have to stand up straight for me, baby.”
“mm-nn,” you shake your head, and yuji tsks, wrist pulling back to slide the dildo out until only the top remains, and then he’s quickly slamming back in, lips still peppering kisses along the curve of your ass. “ah! i want you, yuji. i wanna feel you..”
“you don’t get my cock until you start being nice to me.” he builds up a steady pace, his breathing ragged as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. needing to see it and not just hear it, he pulls his head back, marveling at the way your pussy grips onto the silicone, your slick coating the shaft along with his fingers. “such a pretty pussy for such a mean girl.”
“s-shut up!” he sees you clench, feels the resistance when he goes to push the silicone cock back into you, and he practically salivates as he watches a fresh wave of slick ooze down the shaft.
“see? so mean to me… i shouldn’t play with your pussy at all.” he slips the dildo out of you, jaw going slack as he watches your hole clench around nothing, your desperate protests and pleas falling on death ears. there’s a string of your arousal dripping down between your trembling thighs, and yuji swipes it up with his finger before pushing it into his mouth, lashes fluttering as he groans around the digit.
“please, yuji, m’sorry! i-i’ll be nice, i promise!” you plead and cry, and yuji knows you’re only thinking with your pussy right now, that overwhelming urge to come clouding your mind. you’ll be fussing at him by the end of the night if he gives in, he’s sure of it, but he’s not a mean man. how’s he supposed to tell you no when you beg for him like that? when your pussy weeps for him like this?
he can’t.
it only takes a second for him to free his own cock from his pants, replacing the dildo with the real thing, and he moans loud and guttural when he slips inside, your hot cunt wrapping around him like a vice. “fuck, baby.” his pelvis grinds into the fat of your ass, his hands pinning yours against the wall above your head as he thrusts in and out of you. “you feel so good.”
“yuji,” you keen, and he knows you and your body well enough to know that you’re milliseconds away from coming.
“you gonna come?” he breathes in your ear, low and raspy, and you weakly nod, his name leaving your lips like a chant, and the muscles in his thighs and calves flex as he bends at the knee to fuck you at a slightly different angle, tip of his cock pushing into that spot that always leaves you a babbling, sniffling mess. “go ahead and come, baby. make a mess.”
that’s all the encouragement you need before you’re creaming around his cock, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as declarations of love tumble free from your lips, and he wonders how long it’ll take for you to change your tune this time.
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anouri · 1 year
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Emil M. Cioran, from On the Heights of Despair (1934)
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