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gothfeedergf · 11 months
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As I sat on the couch, I watched them devouring the pizza in front of them. Their eyes were closed, mouth filled with gooey cheese and savory sauce. I couldn't help but feel a warm sense of pride as I watched them indulge in their favorite food. 
"More, please," they moaned, their hand reaching out for another slice. I smiled and grabbed the next pizza box, eagerly opening it and offering another slice. As I watched them eat, I felt a familiar heat building inside of me. I loved feeding them, watching them grow fuller and heavier with each bite.
I couldn't resist reaching out to stroke their belly, which was already straining against their shirt. I knew that they were already feeling the effects of their indulgence. I leaned in to whisper in their ear, "You're so cute when you're eating."
I offered them another slice, and they eagerly took it, their eyes closing in bliss as they savored the flavors. I couldn't help but admire the way their round cheeks looked as they chewed.
"Are you getting full yet?" I asked, watching as they eagerly accepted another slice. They shook their head, their eyes twinkling with mischief. "Not yet" they replied, their hand reaching out for another slice.
I laughed and continued to feed them, watching their belly grow rounder and fuller with each bite.
"You're getting so big," I teased, my voice filled with adoration. 
They smiled and leaned back against the couch, their belly jutting out even further. "That's what you like, isn't it?"
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sleepcults · 1 year
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MCR @ Fireside Bowl (Chicago, IL)
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bestbuddybobby · 2 months
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"And plus, I am way too old to be a ring bearer."
"Oh, aw but you are exactly the right age to walk me down the aisle."
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prymith · 6 months
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Top Gun (1986) | part 2
↳ "...he loved flying with you..."
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local-fire-dumpster · 19 days
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I'll never get over how dirty they did Leia in the Sequels.This woman lost EVERYTHING when she was 19. She was tortured in the cruellest ways possible by having to watch as Tarkin blew up her entire home planet in front of her. Gone. Her people,her family,her friends,her culture.She managed to escape, spend 4 years fighting the empire and after it's fall she learns that the monster who tortured her and her friends and slaughtered them like pigs is actually her biological father.
And then decades later when she finally had the time to deal with all this trauma some dipshit reveals her family secret forcing her to retire as Chancellor, her son turns into a cringy edgelord that kills his father and everything she worked for is in shambles as said cringelord blows up the entire system with the senate on it terrorizing the galaxy with his discount empire.
She is still a general but all she really does is sit there with all the other characters the producers forgot until she dies and it somehow convinces kyle ren that he's good again.
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yume127 · 2 months
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I live for Roxas and Ventus being able to find solace in one another and supporting each other during their healing.
Imagine they start talking because they miss Sora. Having that strong of a connection with someone and yet having spent so little time with him made it difficult for them to find someone who would understand their grief. 
So, they talk, and finally they find someone who understands. Maybe that’s the reason they feel drawn by the other, and begin to hang out more frequently.
Roxas invites Ven to the clock tower to look at the sunset together and Ven invites Roxas at the Land of Departure to stargaze. They share stories about their past and realize how many of their experiences mirror each other and start to get closer and closer.
They complement each other. Their similarities allow them to fully comprehend one another, and their differences are what makes them work together so well.
Ventus can always count on Roxas if he needs someone to ground him, or to stop him from acting impulsively. Roxas helps him to see how much he’s worth and how his life is precious, and is always willing to be by his side when he has nightmares or some of his old memories resurface.
Roxas relies on Ven to learn more about the world(s) and how to deal with his emotions. Ventus allows him to be vulnerable without judgement, and he’s more than happy of showing him everything he still doesn’t know.
They’re always there, ready to build each other’s up, and to be each other’s safe place, when needed. They’re comfortable to be themselves with one another and know they always have each other’s backs.
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Promises wither like the weeds in winter. With the green lost, they glow gold in the sunlight, and I believe them as they wave in the wind. My heart will be buried beneath ice and snow again and again before I stop believing in you.
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nobodysdaydreams · 4 months
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Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m missing something, but the Benedict parents in the books were really something. They had twin boys and died in a lab accident, but not before giving their baby boys the totally normal names of “Nicholas and Ledroptha”.
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mrhowells · 10 months
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smallville: buzzfeed unsolved quotes edition
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Lois:
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Jimmy:
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Lana:
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Chloe:
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Pete:
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i made this at like 2 AM so i don't even know
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lady-a-stuff · 1 year
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Reputation is a Kanej album
Lover is a Wesper album
Midnights is a Zoyalai album
Fearless is a Helnik album
I wrote this drunk so I don't I take responsibility for it
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depressedgaywriting · 2 years
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CW: suggestive
The villain gently kissed the hero's collarbone. "Go on then," they said. "Tell me how much you hate me."
"So much." the hero whispered. "More than you can possibly imagine."
"Mm-hmm." Their fingers ran through the hero's hair, tugging softly. "I have a pretty good imagination, actually." Their lips trailed up the hero's neck.
"I hate you more than I've ever hated anyone." they said.
"Do you?" The villain's hands dropped to rest on the hero's hips.
"Yes." the hero said stubbornly. "So much that every time I look at you, I want to slap that stupid smirk off your face."
"Well, love, I hate you enough to go to these lengths to shut you up." And they kissed the hero.
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theprinceofflies · 2 years
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All the teens hang around the mean bean after Stone takes over. They used to be kicked out by the last owner but he lets them sit in a back corner. They aren’t loud and often times they’re silent as they study. Stone makes them their caffeinated drinks and the teens are honestly his favorite customers.
On multiple occasions he’s told them stories about the doctor, dulled down for safety reasons. One says they’re sorry about the loss of his boyfriend and Stone has to exude himself to the back so they can’t see him sob.
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ievaxol · 2 months
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If G'raha hadn't known where to look, the entrance to Wyrmblood Studio would have passed him by entirely. It hides down a stair in the very corner of the building, the unlit sign impossible to spot unless you look right down at it.
It's like the studio doesn't want to be found by any person just passing by and he swallows, suddenly nervous that they won't be very welcoming. This isn't his usual -- crowd? Scene?
Urianger had been the one to recommend it as soon as he heard that G'raha was considering a piercing, praising both the professionalism and care.
"Especially when I got mine nip --" -- and that's where G'raha cut in and asked for the address, firetruck red from hairline down to his neck.
"Forsooth", Urianger had said with a twinkle in his eye when G'raha accepted the business card, "I doth believe thou wilst find what thou art searching for within their walls."
And now, here he is, clutching that self-same business card in one sweaty hand while pushing the door open with the other.
"H-hello?"
What first strikes him is the music, loud, gritty electronic beats with a bass so deep it hits like a physical pounding in his chest. Following that is the cleanliness -- the place smells like disinfectant and every surface is spick and span.
He looks around, eyes wide, until his gaze snags on the person lounging behind the counter. An Elezen man who looks strikingly familiar is comfortably reclined in an office chair, chewing thoughtfully on a squid-shaped snack.
"Hey," The man says as soon as he's finished eating, leaning over to turn the music down. "Haven't seen you around before."
Oh gods. The tone is neutral -- no hostility yet -- but G'raha can feel his hackles rise as the man surveys him from top til toe.
He knows what he looks like with his hair neatly clipped to the sides, wearing a beige pullover and simple slacks. It wouldn't be the first time he's had to defend his place somewhere however and he squares his shoulders, ready to unleash two years of rhetorical classes in one go when the man speaks: "What're you looking for?"
As soon as he hears the guys voice, familiarity clicks and before he can swallow the words down G'raha blurts out:
"You're Estinien Varlineau!"
Foot; meet mouth. Estinien's eyes narrow and G'raha winces. He'd said that too loudly and with way too much enthusiasm considering he's never actually met the man before, only heard about him through work gossip.
"I mean. I'm G'raha. I've heard of you? You looked familiar and as soon as I heard you speak, aha, I knew where I knew you from. Not that I know you, but you know. Not me! But --"
Wordlessly Estinien rustles the bag for another squid-snack, popping it in his mouth and chewing as he watches G'raha rapidly cycle through the five stages of social anxiety grief.
"I --" G'raha sighs when he finally lands on acceptance, ears pressed flat against his head. "I'm sorry, that was strange. I'm in the market for a piercing and my friend Urianger sent me here."
"Urianger, huh." Estinien's face twists into an expression that G'raha can't quite get a read on. "I shouldn't have given him those cards."
"You know, I can leave if it's a bad time..."
Oh yes! Get out of this situation, his brain screams in relief. Leave and never come back. Abscond. Go scorched earth and change your name while you're at it.
"No, no." Estinien waves the bag of snacks in the air, looking even more annoyed. "We can do a piercing. Although I'm not the one who does them, my partner is. I'm the tattoo guy."
Partner?
Before G'raha has the chance to ask, Estinien swivels on the chair and stalks off behind the heavy black curtains that cuts the reception off from the rest of the studio.
A minute passes. It's enough time for G'raha to send a panicked text into the Scion groupchat only to watch Krile place two different kind of laugh-cry reacts on it. Urianger sends a single thumbs up and the groan that leaves G'raha comes from the heart.
The curtains rustle and Estinien emerges, followed by a tall woman with pitch black hair and piercing, sea-foam green eyes.
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nebuvoid · 1 year
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hey wait a minute why did fake naruto name his son lightning
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So an idea I've been kinda obsessed with: the boys in quarantine
Zach exclusively refered to covid as "the plauge" ex: "I'm not going outside when there's a plauge and you can't make me" (it was literally just trying to get him to stand on the porch)
Zach and Angel let their hair grow out and also go on "fun color hair dye adventures" as they call them because cutting it is too much effort but dying it isn't.
A new rule has to be made that no one is allowed to blonde. "Both of you would look bad blonde don't do it" -Ruben probably
Zach and Jon write like 3 albums worth of songs together but only ever actually releasing like half of the ones they write
The others have demo versions that clips of sometimes get posted as a treat
Jon becomes a sourdough king. Like with named starter and everything.
Angel does a daily series on tiktok for a solid like 6 months where he asks everyone else a random question of the day.
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koschei-the-ginger · 8 months
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is that a fucking wig?????
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