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How dande! - submitted by Nookisms 

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The Expiration Date of Witches’ Brew- Submitted by necrotic-nightshade

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“My limbs now tremble and my eyes swim with the remembrance; but then a resistless, and almost frantic, impulse urged me forward; I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit.”

Victor's small moment of joy, before he realises what he's done

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Referenced, of course, from the wonderful work on Bernie Wrightson

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hear me out…

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happy pride month

(they’re from the soviet cartoon “Light Blue Puppy,” “light blue” in Russian is also a slang word for gay)

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OP: Back when I was young, I couldn’t afford nice clothes. Now, I buy pretty dresses for the 18-year-old me. (cr 农村的陈奶奶)

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the other day i learned that taking a long time to fall asleep is called “sleep latency” which is just the funniest thing to me tbh

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oh crap

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An enchanting neighbourhood

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lalala

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There’s something magical in the air 🌸 happy cherry blossom season!

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ACNH museum ~

check out my shop ~

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Blather On 🦴

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PROFANE by Ashe Vernon

The first time he calls you holy, 
you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt. 
The second time, 
you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth. 
He has always surprised you into surprising yourself. 
Because he’s an angel hiding his halo behind his back and nothing has ever felt so filthy 
as plucking the wings from his shoulders— 
undressing his softness 
one feather at a time. God, if you’re out there, if you’re listening, he fucks like a seraphim, 
and there’s no part of scripture 
that ever prepared you for his hands. Hands that map a communion in the cradle of your hips. 
Hands that kiss hymns up your sides. He confesses how long he’s looked 
for a place to worship and, oh, you put him on his knees. 
When he sinks to the floor and moans 
like he can’t help himself, 
you wonder if the other angels 
fell so sweet. He says his prayers between your thighs 
and you dig your heels into the base of his spine 
until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue. You will ruin him and he will thank you; 
he will say please. No damnation ever looked as cozy as this, 
but you fit over his hips like they were made for you. You fit, you fit, you fit. On top of him, you are an ancient god 
that only he remembers and he offers up his skin. 
And you take it. Who knew sacrifice was so profane? And once you’ve taught him how to hold your throat in one hand 
and your heart in the other, 
you will have forgotten every other word, except his name.

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“It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils.”

(Uploading the grey version here as well because I simply could not choose which I liked better 🖤)