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[geekysteven]

Example art from Tumblr users @poltergrease @teenageclown @randomationality

[skipppppy]

Over 6 months in the making (mostly bc procrastination) but I finally compiled my Kanto Gym Leader Magazine series. I love the idea of an in-universe style fashion publication where they all do interviews about their hobbies and stuff

Want something like this for your own OC? My commissions are open!!

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[transcarcinization]

i think he would kill it on space tiktok

[bir0me]

This comic was inspired by a post that I cannot find [redacted rant about how much tumblr's search function is the closest there is tho pure evil]. So you know, if anyone has that post hand it I will actually make you a silly litltle doodle.

[sai-int]

this struck something in me

The room is dimly lit, as it always is when you have sex with Simon. Shadows dance along the walls as he drives into you with unrelenting precision. Your back arches off the bed, lips parting in whimpers as his thick, throbbing cock hits that devastating spot deep inside you over and over. His hands grip you firmly, grounding you as your vision blurs, your body trembling under the sheer intensity of him. The air between you is electric—raw and consuming.

But then, just as you’re both caught in the heat of it, his low, gravelly voice rumbles softly against your ear.

"Y’know," he mutters, deadpan, "if I keep fuckin' ya this good, reckon y'might end up snorin' as loud as y'did last night."

You freeze for half a second, your brain short-circuiting before a laugh bursts out of you, completely unbidden. You try to hold it in, but it’s no use—you’re shaking with laughter, gasping for breath as Simon's thrusts slow to halt, watching you with the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes.

You manage to choke out between giggles, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He doesn’t respond immediately, just tilts his head with a dry, unimpressed look, though the tiniest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Just making conversation," he says plainly, as if he hasn’t just shattered the mood entirely.

"Still with me?" he asks, his deep voice a low rumble as his hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin. You manage a nod, your breath shaky, and a flicker of satisfaction crosses his face.

"Good," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours. "Now behave."

The words barely register before he thrusts into you again, slow and deliberate, pulling a gasp from your lips as your vision blurs, the intensity making your legs quiver.

mlist | @machveil thanks for the inspo

[ezrasbedroom]

[red5tars]

rejecting simon riley because you don’t like blondes and he says, “not blonde all ‘round,” and when you shoot him a confused look he says, “curtains don’ match the drapes, but feel free to check yourself, bird.”

[annie-in-the-real-world]

You’ve heard of Manhandle Him Monday, Touch His Tit Tuesday, Wet Man Wednesday….now get ready for…

Slap His Ass Saturday

[idiotsyncratic0]

[sillysiluriforme]

Instead of buying snacks after school you should use your allowance to buy something actually useful !

[klaipeda-witness]

And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend, I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

[masochistic-macrocosm]

GOD ME AND WHO

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