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doodlesink · 2 months
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Miracles at Promise Lodge by Charlotte Hubbard -- Book Review
Happy Thursday!  Miracles at Promise Lodge completes the Promise Lodge series & is Charlotte Hubbard’s final book. Drop by to learn more about this charming Amish tale.  Happy Reading!
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https://bibliophileandavidreader.blogspot.com/2024/02/miracles-at-promise-lodge-by-charlotte.html
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Riverdale Hunger Games?
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essskel · 10 months
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It’s a soft PH
Happy pride month to Philippa Eilhart and evil lesbians everywhere 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️❤️🧡🤍💜🩷
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wallbeatjournal · 8 months
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veronica tearfully telling betty she thinks going to hollywood is her destiny 🤝 cheryl explaining choni endgame to heather before the comet hits
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tinukis · 1 year
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steven just got his 7th pair and it's another special costume
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t4tbedehopmar · 1 year
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:O
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redhotarsenic · 10 months
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You’re Fairly Injured in battle and Valantinez has no choice but to patch you up afterward because you’re both in the middle of nowhere and they’re kinda scary looking (they are Worried about you but communicating that normally is akin to pulling teeth) and while they bandage your wounds they’re muttering about how “Utterly and completely pathetic” you look and that “You have the attention span and spatial awareness of a geriatric gnat” and then grumbling “Perhaps I should just let your sorry ass get eaten one of these days if this is going to be a regular occurrence. Getting your paycheck in addition to mine sounds like a dream.” And then they fish out a lollipop from Somewhere (they have pockets on their bodysuit but don’t ask me where) and they pop it into your mouth and give you a hard and mean look and they tell you not to move or you’re gonna bleed out and then saying “I’m not repeating myself. Dragging your damn corpse out of here is the last thing I want to do. I’ll gladly leave you to the vultures.”
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paganminiskirt · 1 year
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WIP technically not Wednesday
🎶 Hello Early Morning Thursday my old friend 🎶 I’ve come to share esoteric Yakuza fan-fiction with you again 🎶
Tagged by @adelaidedrubman, tagging @henbased @shallow-gravy @strafethesesinners @poetikat @shellibisshe @cranky-kyrati @deputy-morgan-malone
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dandyghest · 8 months
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And maybe, just maybe, I'll come home - 🎵
[Image description: A pencil drawing of Millie, a preteen girl with a messy wavy bobcut and freckles. She has her arm bent and lying on a table as she rests her cheek against her arm, a sad frown on her face. End ID.]
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andsmile · 2 years
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hymn for the missing
In his living room, Archie watches the body count increase.
(read the new chapter here) or (start from the beginning)
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rotating-fractals · 1 year
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im about *this close* to wrecking my shit and moving to fucking australia 
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zmeydeva-arch · 1 year
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         ❛   so you finally want to learn how to get down the mountain properly?   ❜     this nuisance is a rather customary one.     expectant with the surety of an upturned chin.    the way his shaded visor would be propped atop his head so he could reveal that serpent's glint for her benefit    ━      it took on a new light with glare of frost around them.    artificial luminescence crafted by heavy refraction casting the whole of their surroundings in sharp relief.    outside the base lodge there is teeming of overwrought anticipation that did not bode well with the instructor.     that being said her afternoon class was full of no-shows today leaving @vipier as the sole student in attendance.       
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❛   if you're going to keep signing up for my lessons as a joke the least you can do is pay my rate,    patel.      ❜     pulling the helmet from her head,    her hair falls from at her shoulders in frighteningly neat plats    (    all buttoned up even in a state of undress,     this is also customary    )        ❛   not that i think you could afford it...      ❜  
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fuzzy-bearlien · 2 years
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They dropped the werewolf plushies on build a bear this morning and now I want to go and get matching ones for me and my baby😭
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murdrdocs · 6 months
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mmmm thinkin abt mike struggling to be quiet when you’re fucking. SMUT 17+
you were watching abby that night, and as soon as mike got back from work he was on you. peppering kisses along your neck when you were around the corner just out of abby's line of sight, rubbing little circles in your thighs at the dinner table, sweetly asking you to stay longer even whenever the lights were off and abby was tucked in bed.
you knew his plea would result in the two of you in his bedroom, you slowly sinking yourself down onto him. you'd encouraged it, telling mike you'd give him wanted on one condition.
"anything," he'd said, eyes big and earnest.
"you gotta promise to be quiet." your pinkie hovered between you both, waiting for mike to interlink his. he did with a smile, as if it were something easy.
but mike couldn’t stop moaning. his sounds were cute, little gasps and whines. they were arousing. but they were entirely too loud for the low level of privacy you had within the four thin walls.
“mike, please. you gotta be quiet.” you plea through your own barely concealed moan.
he sighs, face scrunching. “i know. i’m sorry, baby. i’m trying.”
but apparently not hard enough as you’re forced to lodge your panties between his teeth, a muffler for his moans. he lets you do so, opening his mouth and even going so far as to make a show of sticking his tongue out for the blue cotton fabric. yet, his sounds still leak through, and you voice an idea as you’re bouncing on his cock, nails lightly scratching down his chest.
“still so loud, mikey. we might have to get a muzzle for nights like these. what’d you think?”
mike's groan practically echoes. he seems oblivious to his own noises, instead thinking with his dick that starts to piston up into you, mike's nails digging into your ass to provide him with leverage.
your hand slaps over his mouth, colliding with soft cotton and warm skin, and mike finally wrenches his eyes open. there's vibration against your hand, short and resembling the pattern of syllables, and you slowly peel your hand away, taking the panties with you, to hear him speak.
just a simple word, curt and quiet and whimpered.
"please."
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tojisun · 5 months
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the first time it happened, he’s rendered speechless.
big man, known for his indisputable strength, and yet there he is – bundled in the softest blanket you own, tucked in the sofa while you warmed up some soup that frankly got his stomach grumbling.
he is still overwhelmed, slow blinks and quiet rasps of breath replacing his usually sharp focus. the clamour on the coffee table would have usually yanked him out of the fog, and yet there he remains, drowsy as he turns his attention to you.
he tips his head up just enough to watch you place a bowl of soup in front of him, your furrowed eyes shifting towards him in to check if he is still awake, and he doesn’t know what it was that you saw to have the worry fizzle into something tender. replaced with something so soft it almost made him ache.
a pretty smile graces your lips, and his lungs burn. he tries swallowing the lump lodged in his throat as he ducks his head down to avoid your eyes, unusual shyness thrumming underneath his skin, because this can’t be real.
you can’t be real.
“c’mere, baby,” you whisper, falling beside him with a tiny hum, shorter arms reaching towards his bulk to pull him towards you.
his eyes flutter close at the first brush of your fingers through his hair; the tips of your nails – pink acrylics, he catalogues – scratching his scalp just as gently.
he ignores the way his lips wobbled when he feels you press a kiss on the side of his temple. it was a quick brush, just another reminder of your softness, but it was enough for his senses to pick up on your scent. he doesn’t know what it is exactly but it is something so familiar. something that feels like home.
“y’r okay,” you tell him. he breathes in deeply, holding it, before exhaling with a tremor. your arms tighten around him. “y’r okay,” you repeat.
he remembers the tiny box hidden in his drawer, stuffed underneath his clothes, and promises, soon.
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— simon (ghost) riley, toji fushiguro, aizawa shouta
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inthewildcrness · 1 year
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taking my gf snowboarding for the first time going exactly as expected (I stand there helplessly while they are frustrated in tears and snapping at me after one too many wipeouts)
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