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The Crossing and Chancel, Looking Towards the East Window (1794) by J.M.W. Turner

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little bit from a longer piece of mine ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

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Expanding on the below concepts from a dream I had last September

Ig I’m headed towards a haunted/manifestation of guilt idea hmm

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After a shitty day, a shitty week, Jayce sneaks away from the disaster of their lab, away from the glaring eyes of the counsel, and creeps into the undercity. He wants to drink, he wants to be fucked so hard he can’t tell if he’s breathing, and he wants to be held. He wanted Vander.

Jayce liked the way the much larger man cuddled him, how he was left gaping and cum stuffed, how Vander so easily accepted Jayce’s kinks and quirks. Vander liked the pup, thought Jayce was a good boy, and a good fuck.

So after the horrid week him and Viktor had, he slinked his way to The Last Drop, hood pulled up to cover his face. He waited in a corner for Vander to come bring him up to his bedroom.

Jayce knew that Vander and Silco were married. He knew that. Silco knew that Vander had Jayce. Silco called him Vander’s pet. Vander had offhandedly mentioned Silcos own pet, some girl who lives topside but was a zaunite.

Jayce had never seen her, but he could hear her. Especially that day. The bedrooms shared a wall, Vander taking the main bedroom and Silco and the girl in the guest room. That day she was screaming, sobbing, crying out “daddy, daddy, daddy” in her desperate breathless high pitched voice. Jayce was sure he didn’t sound any better when Vander was plowing into him. But it was different.

In the early hours of the morning when Jayce was used up and half drunk of cock, Vander hauled him to the bathroom, but Silco had beaten him there. Jayce was staring, naked and dripping cum, as Silco washed a hickey covered, red assed, half asleep Viktor.

It was a very uncomfortable morning. Viktor was trying to act like he didn’t care, Jayce was redder than a tomato, and Vander and Silco both knew they had crushes on each other.

Sometimes old men get to play match maker. Sometimes they get to fuck beautiful young men, sometimes they get to watch, and sometimes they just get to lay in bed and get all the snuggles their soft old hearts desire.

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lucy debut day was yesterday so i drew her

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the winter soldier fanart in 2025? it's more likely than you think

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playing with snoopy like a dress up doll…

now selling as stickers (minus cowboy snoopy since i didnt have the money)

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the neurodivergent experience:

20% of the time: wowwieee!!! i love my passions and interests!!!!! they make me so happy i want to jump up and down!!!!! weee!!!!!!! :3333333333

80% of the time: this mind is a prison

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starting to suspect that tech bros actually just don’t know what reading is

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pls hmu if you like gwh😇

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shitting with headphones on is the modern day equivalent of navigating the seas by the stars

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Amethyst (1900) by Alphonse Mucha

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Green Wheat Fields (1890) by Vincent van Gogh

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— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

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The New Yorker - Arthur Getz