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omnybus · 29 days
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The existence of topping and bottoming in sex suggests the existence of upping, downing, strange-ing and charmed-ing
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rptvindia · 5 months
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clannfearrunt · 1 year
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in this scenario Santa would be trapped within a shadow game trpg and they would have to go and save him and like learn about the heart of the christmas or whatever the fuck
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javelinbk · 6 months
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The Beatles performing Till There Was You at the Royal Variety Performance, 4th November 1963
"The next song we'd like to sing now is one which is a bit slower... this is from the show 'The Music Man', and it's also been recorded by our favourite American group, Sophie Tucker."
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blightbrxt · 8 months
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I’m so horn - y today 😈
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julili · 8 months
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spicy comic, part 2. not really a continuation, just a funny joke that came in my mind. Reala finds out about Nights's last night and he's not happy about it.
(don't read more if you don't like adult jokes)
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jokingluna · 5 months
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nyaskitten · 5 months
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man... do you think the upply have ever explored each others bo-
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julies-room · 5 months
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If the booty hole wasn’t meant to be eaten why is it between two buns?!
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rptvindia · 5 months
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brokenhardies · 4 months
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Fifteenth Doctor and Jane VI Poster
"Health and safety, gin and tonic division." "He's pulled that line with several other people before you, and you're the first one that's reacted."
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javelinbk · 11 months
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The Beatles on The Morecambe And Wise Show. Filmed 2nd December 1963, aired 18th April 1964 (part 1, 2, 3)
One of them says, “It’s nice out, isn’t it?”
So the other one says, “Yes, I’ll take mine out too”
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rt8815 · 5 months
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I don't generally care for AI art, but this one's pretty good 😅
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txgrl4u2 · 1 month
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Mmm. Who wants some oreos😉
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jokingluna · 1 year
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1mnobodywhoareyou · 4 months
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A little Christmas sparkle
Boggie has taken over my brain again (thanks @legolasghosty <- this is both genuine and sarcastic) and I needed to make them Christmas! This is NOT the fic that's been wisping around my brain...
Bobby walks into their shared living space and stops short. Every single surface in the room is completely covered with crafting supplies. He looks around to see if he can find the responsible party (though he already has a pretty good idea of who it might be).
Sure enough, Reggie’s head pops up from the other end of the table and his face immediately falls. He jumps up and runs to stand in front of Bobby, his arms out as if he can prevent Bobby from seeing the chaos that is this room.
“I told you guys not to come in here!” Reggie exclaims with a pout. 
“What -?” Bobby brushes Reggie’s arm down and pushes past him, eyes wide as he continues trying to take in the space. “Reggie, what-? How-?” He can’t even begin to try sorting through all of the questions he has, let alone figure out how to actually ask them.
“I’m making things! Surprise things…” Reggie’s expression shifts from pouting to beaming to pouting with record speed. It’s almost imperceptible but Bobby notices it. “I asked you guys to stay out…”
“I didn’t… Reggie, I didn’t get anything. And I promise that whatever this…” he gestures toward the room, “is? It’s still a surprise.”
Reggie is back to beaming, “good!” His expression darkens but only slightly, “now get out!”
Bobby holds back a laugh at Reggie’s attempt at being stern and decides that he’s not giving in that easily, instead taking the opportunity to tease him. “But Reggie,” he starts walking around the table, taking in the piles of paper and glue and glitter… wait, GLITTER? “Reggie,” he asks apprehensively, “when did Alex lift his glitter ban?”
Reggie crosses his arms across his chest defensively, “Julie gave it to me. And I’m being careful.”
Bobby turns on the spot, taking in the room in full again when his eyes catch on something. He moves toward it and is suddenly again met with Reggie in his way, arms out. “No, you can’t see that yet!”
The pieces click for Bobby and he grins, “Reggie… Are you making homemade gifts?”
“Maybe,” Reggie returns bashfully but still holding strong in Bobby’s path. 
Bobby’s resolve softens slightly and he moves back toward the table of supplies, “that’s really sweet, Reg.” His cheeky grin returns, “what are you making me?”
“Nothing. You get nothing.”
“Not even a…” Bobby reaches out to grab something and Reggie stops him, grabbing his wrist.
“Don’t!” Reggie warns before both of them notice that he’d dumped over a canister of glitter in the process. His eyes widen, “look what you did!”
“Me? I didn’t do anything! You knocked it over!”
They bicker back and forth for a moment before Reggie grabs the pile of glitter and brings it up between his and Bobby’s faces. 
Bobby’s eyes widen as he catches up with Reggie’s plan, “don’t!”
He barely gets the word out before Reggie blows it into Bobby’s face with a giggle. Bobby sputters, trying to wipe the glitter off of his face. “You gave me craft herpes!” he exclaims once he’s regained his ability to speak and reaches out to grab Reggie. 
Reggie escapes his grasp and runs around the table, continuing to giggle as he does. Bobby immediately chases after him and tag very quickly devolves into a wrestling match.
Bobby winds up pinning Reggie to the ground, straddling his waist with his hands holding Reggie’s wrists to the floor above his head. Their faces are only centimeters apart, both sporting face-splitting grins and panting to regain their breaths.
“Now you have to tell me,” Bobby states. “What’re you making me for Christmas?”
“Already told you. Nothing,” Reggie’s grin morphs into a smirk. “You don’t get anything for Christmas. Just a lump of coal.”
“A lump of coal, eh?”
Reggie nods. 
“And that’s it?”
Reggie nods, smaller this time and the look on his face shifts again. Bobby doesn’t quite know how to read this one but before he’s able to move back to consider it further, Reggie lifts his head and quickly pecks Bobby on the lips.
“And that,” Reggie says meekly, a blush moving from his face up to the tips of his ears and down to the collar of his shirt. Bobby’s eyes widen and he sits up slightly, letting go of Reggie’s wrists.
Reggie props himself up on his elbows, still being held down by Bobby’s weight. “Unless… Unless that’s not ok?”
The hesitation apparently shakes Bobby out of his stupor and he brings his hand to the back of Reggie’s neck and slants their lips together. This time, it’s more and Reggie readily kisses Bobby back, bringing his own hands up to Bobby’s waist as he sits up further.
They get lost in each other and don’t hear the door open.
“What the hell…?” Julie’s voice startles them and they jump apart, looking toward the doorway to see Julie, Luke, and Alex taking in the state of the room which had managed to become an even further disaster due to Bobby and Reggie’s wrestling match. Bobby climbs off of Reggie while their friends take in the room.
Reggie turns bashful again, “I told you guys to stay out of here today!”
“And then there was like half an hour of banging and crashing and then silence and we got worried!”
Alex raises an eyebrow toward the boys on the floor, “guess we didn’t need to be.” His gaze returns to the table and then back to Reggie and Bobby, “is that…? Reggie! What did I say about glitter?!”
“Julie gave it to me!” Reggie vehemently defends himself and Alex turns an unimpressed glare Julie’s way. 
She shrugs unapologetically before gesturing toward the room, “I’m not helping clean this up though. You two are on your own…”
“That’s… fair,” Reggie acquiesces. “Good as new tomorrow! I promise!”
As the trio turn to leave, Luke looks back at the pair with a wink, “nice work, boys!”
Reggie’s blush returns with a vengeance and Bobby speaks up for the both of them, “oh, go suck face with Julie!”
Luke cackles as he follows Julie and Alex out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Bobby stands, pulling Reggie up with him. 
“Was that uh…” Reggie starts and Bobby turns to look at him, questioning, “was that just a one time thing. Because I…”
Bobby rolls his eyes fondly and grabs the back of Reggie’s neck again, much more forcefully this time. “Not unless you want it to be,” he utters out, voice a bit rougher than usual.
Reggie shakes his head vigorously and Bobby leans down to kiss him again.
They manage to clean up the room as promised, though a bit distractedly. Alex’s glitter ban is expanded to include Julie and he enforces it much more strictly than he had been, bearing a smug, albeit exasperated look every time they find bits of glitter throughout the space well into the following year.
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