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riftanswhore · 1 day

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THAT'S CUNT WE ARE SO BACKKKK, FATHERED SO HARD HE MOTHERED

p/s: im eating (him) so good tonight

#jul's rants #sim jaeyun #jake #enhypen #enhypen jake #MY MAN #MY BABY #not only layla's dad but my daddy too

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floridanotfound · 1 day

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happiest cat

#give him to me #where is he #my baby #im losing my marbles #peach post #gnf

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et6rnalsun · 3 days

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i keep writing the wildest things on this man but he’s just a baby i can’t

#fra speaks 🪽#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #my baby

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call-me-cosmic · 2 days

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“Th’ names Blitz, the O is silent.”

I just started watching Helluva Boss and I had to try my hand at drawing Blitzø’s human design. I feel like it fits him

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diaphanoushyperfixation · 2 days

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#dead boy detectives spoilers #dead boy detectives #charles rowland #edwin payne #catking #so innocent #my baby #too cute #so gay i love it

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parched-chaos · 1 day

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Redrew of my last portrait of Eli and WOW I improve?? I think??? This definitely looks a little more pretty than the last one imo

But anyways,, Eli Ever did nothing wrong best boy in the entire book <33

#eli my sweet summer child #my baby #my precious little boy #who is religiously scarred 🤧#eli ever #eli cardale #victor vale #artists on tumblr #evervale #drawing #villains series #painting #vicious #art #my art <3 #ibispaintx #ibispaint art

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wishfuldivine · 2 days

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I'll forever be weak for this man. ALWAYS. Like, imagine him calling for you? That little smirk? ASDFGHHJKLL

#kyle gaz garrick #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #call of duty #cod #my baby #my man my man my man

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tazziez · 2 days

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i know james burning his arm was bad and all, BUT DAMN HE LOOKS SO FINE

#james hetfield #metallica #metal #heavy metal #90s #my baby #tazziez thoughtz !!

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heeseungswifefr · 12 hours

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jealous!jake headcannons

MDNI!!

learning your lesson is hard..

jealous!jake who sees you talking to another man in the cafe,the guy even dared to get handsy!

jealous!jake who stared at you both, gripping your thigh tightly.

jealous!jake who was pouty while eating his icecream..poor baby :((

jealous!jake who slowly creeps his hand further up your thigh.

jealous!jake who plays with the lacy fabric of your panties,as you're now a blushing mess..

jealous!jake who rubs your clothed clit, telling you to stay quiet.

jealous!jake who kept his fingers snug inside of your cunt.

jealous!jake took his fingers out as soon as you clenched down on his fingers,now it was your turn to pout.

jealous!jake who took his fingers up to his mouth, looking you in the eyes as he sucked your essence off of them.

jealous!jake who excused himself along with you, saying that you had to go home.

jealous!jake who drags you into the toilet,bending you over the sink.

jealous!jake who plans to edge you with his fingers until you cry...

"hnn~ j-jae.. please..I wan' to cumm!~!" you whimpered,tears continuously flowing down your pretty face. "Why did you let him touch you? y'cockhungry whore.." he says,planting a firm slap onto your cunt. he was so mean.. :(.. "jae...please.! m'sorry...I only wan' your cock!" You babble mindlessly,tits flush against the sink. "Yeah baby? you want my cock?" he teases, gathering some spit in his mouth, spitting on your abused cunny. he continued his assault,tongue messily zigzagging on your clit as his fingers hit your g-spot. "jae! m'cumminghh,let me cum pleasepleasepleasee!~" you whine before he stops moving entirely. "m'not letting you cum today, baby."

you learnt your lesson after that,for sure.

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reihino1988 · 2 days

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Daily Aziraphale appreciation post

#good omens #michael sheen #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #my angel #my baby

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jessefan310 · 2 days

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I drew this... HOW THE HELL!?!?!?

If you have any tips on lighting and backgrounds, please let me know.

#mcsm #mcsm fanart #Jesse #wow #I love him so much #minecraft story mode #minecraft #MY BABY

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voyeurmunson · 3 days

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um can we do this next month please for the love of god 🩵🩵🩵🩵😘

BABY Fuck please 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I’m blushing so hard 🤭🖤🖤🖤

#rowan 🖤#my baby

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nemesiswithabow · 16 hours

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“You never loved Mom like I did.”

In the aftermath of a heated argument with his sister, Sokka confronts his own reflection, haunted by the blurred image of his mother and the weight of his grief.

Under the cover of the night, Sokka sat alone on the sandy shore, his back against a weathered driftwood log. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore provided a soothing backdrop to his thoughts, as he gazed out at the vast expanse of the sea. Above, the moon hung high in the sky, casting its ethereal glow over the landscape. Its silver light danced upon the surface of the water, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of ripples and reflections. In the distance, the twinkling stars dotted the heavens, their distant light offering a glimmer of hope in the darkness. But despite the beauty of the night, Sokka's gaze was heavy. His eyes were drawn to the horizon, where the sea met the sky. The salty sea air filled his lungs, mingling with the taste of salt on lips.

His thoughts turned inevitably to his mother. He remembered her warm smile, the gentle touch of her hand on his cheek, the sound of her laughter that always seemed to chase away the shadows. But as much as he tried, the details of her face remained frustratingly elusive, blurred by the passage of time. Yet, there was also a glimmer of hope, a belief that somewhere out there, she was watching over him. His gaze fixed on the distant horizon, longing for the embrace of a mother’s love once more. As the night deepened, his thoughts grew heavier, weighed down by the burden of grief that he carried with him every day. He thought about all the moments he had missed, all the words left unsaid, all the hugs never given. He recalled the scent of her hair as she tucked him into bed at night. He remembered the sound of her voice, soft and soothing, as she sang him lullabies to chase away fears. He remembered the ache in his heart as he watched other children with their mothers.

"Mom, look what I made!" Sokka exclaimed, his breath forming puffs of white in the chilly air.

He remembered the winter morning, the air crisp and cold, as he carefully sculpted a tiny snowman in the backyard. With small, nimble fingers, he fashioned each delicate feature, pouring all his love and affection into the creation.

His mother turned from her task, a smile spreading across her face as she saw the small snowman cradled in his hands. "Oh, Sokka, it's beautiful! You've done such a wonderful job."

"I wanted to make something special for you," Sokka said, his cheeks flushed with pride.

"It's perfect," his mother replied, wrapping him in a warm hug. "Thank you, Sokka. This is the best gift I could ever ask for."

Sokka beamed up at her, his heart swelling with happiness. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Sokka," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

With a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, Sokka closed his eyes.

He pictured his mother standing beside him, her gentle smile lighting up her face as she admired the tiny snowman he had crafted. He could almost feel the warmth of her presence, her hand resting on his shoulder as they admired the snowman together. For a fleeting instant, Sokka allowed himself to believe that she was truly there with him, that the bond they shared transcended the boundaries of time and space. In that precious moment, he felt a sense of connection to her that he had thought lost forever, a reminder that her love would always be a guiding light in his darkest moments.

“Sokka…” her voice, soft and familiar, pulled him back to reality. But before he could fully return to the present, another voice cut through the silence.

“Sokka!”

The sound of his sister’s voice jolted him back to the present moment, the echo of his mother’s voice fading into the background. With a heavy heart, Sokka opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of his imagined world. As he turned to face his sister, he found her standing nearby.

“Are you okay?” Katara asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

He offered a small, reassuring smile, though the ache in his heart remained. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

As he rose to his feet, he cast one last glance at the spot where his mother had stood in imagination, a silent acknowledgment of the love and warmth she had left behind.

———

The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and smoke, and the distant echoes of combat still lingered in his ears. He leaned back against a fallen tree trunk, feeling the rough bark press against his back, grounding him in the reality of the moment. Hakoda approached, his steps steady but his gaze heavy with the weight of their recent conflict.

“You fought bravely out there, Sokka,” Hakoda remarked, his voice a mixture of pride and concern. Sokka nodded in acknowledgment, but his mind was elsewhere.

As Hakoda settled beside him, he stole a glance at his father’s weathered face, seeing traces of exhaustion in his eyes. The sight brought a pang of guilt to Sokka’s heart; he had longed for his father’s approval, yet now that he had it, it felt hollow.

Hakoda’s eyes rested on his son, tracing the lines of his face with pride. “Sokka,” he began, “there’s something about you…”

Sokka turned to his father, his brow furrowing in curiosity. He had heard those words before. “What is it, Dad?” he asked, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

Hakoda hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on Sokka’s features as if searching for answers in the familiar contours of his face. “You look so much like your mother,” he finally said, his voice soft yet heavy with emotion. Sokka forced a tight-lipped smile, nodding in response, but inside, he felt as though the ground had shifted beneath him, and breath caught in his throat.

Sokka turned away from his father’s gaze, the reflection of his mother staring back at him from within.

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Every glance into a mirror felt like a punch to the gut. Every time Sokka caught his reflection in a mirror or a polished surface, he couldn’t help but flinch. The sight of the blurred features staring back at him was like a dagger to his heart. It was as if the reflection mocked him, taunting him with its lack of clarity, its refusal to reveal his mother’s face, her warm smile, her gentle eyes.

Avoiding mirrors became a daily ritual for Sokka, a way to shield himself from the pain. He would avert his gaze whenever he passed by one, pretending not to notice the distorted image. It was easier to turn away, to ignore the reflection that held so much sorrow and grief.

———

A heated argument with Katara had left him reeling, her words cutting deeper than any sword ever could.

“You never loved Mom like I did.”

Sokka stood before the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with haunting familiarity. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the blurred features.

He felt a wave of despair wash over him, threatening to drown him in its depths. His breath came in ragged gasps as tears welled in eyes, blurring vision even further. He reached out a trembling hand, fingers brushing against the cool surface of the mirror, but the image remained unchanged.

"I miss you," he whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I miss you so much."

But the figure in the mirror remained silent, her blurred face offering no solace, no comfort. Sokka's chest tightened with a pain so intense it was almost physical, squeezing the air from lungs and leaving him gasping for breath.

In that moment, the lines between reality and illusion blurred, and Sokka found himself trapped in a waking nightmare. His mother's presence loomed beside him, her voice a whisper in the darkness, but it was distorted, mixing with his own thoughts twisted with grief.

He reached out, desperate to touch her, to feel the warmth of her embrace, but his hands grasped only empty air. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he watched the blurred figure of his mother waver and fade, leaving him alone once more in the cold embrace of the mirror's reflection.

#sokka #atla sokka #sokka avatar the last airbender #avatar sokka #atla #avatar the last airbender #angst #my baby #im crying #katara #atla zuko #zuko #aang

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28mindgames · 1 day

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