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[pierog]

[meru90]

🍵🌸missing hours

[felacunti]

she did warn him

[willgrahamscock]

[dykekarkat]

the ideal aaron neil dynamic is one where they're constantly bitching at each other like feral cats who hiss and spit whenever they're in the same room. i do not want them to be friends i want them to be mortal enemies that have to play nice at thanksgiving dinner for the rest of their lives. neil sends aaron a picture of an apple once a day for the rest of his life type dynamic do you guys get me

[hanasnx]

so.. hot take fix idea..

fire lord zuko would totally try to fuck you anywhere.. i mean, who’d stop him? from the garden balconies to the throne room or even dining room and study.. it’s very evident that he loves you to everyone around and isn’t afraid to let anyone else know it either.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Zuko," you chide under your breath, shying away from ZUKO's lips that brush the sensitive skin of your neck. "Compose yourself." you hushed instruction is paid no heed as he presses himself into your back, pinning you between the railing and his body.

His lowered voice washes warm breath over your ear, sending chills down your spine, "How can I? I can't keep my hands off you." It's in poor taste for the Fire Lord to express such ardent desire so publicly, the balcony overlooking the courtyard is hardly the most inconspicuous place to do it. Even through his layers of robing, you can feel a familiar prodding, and you gasp when his teeth bite into your flesh to distract you. "No one's around." he expresses as if it's encouragement instead of a thinly veiled ploy. It's part of the thrill for him.

The official dressings you wear are inaccessible, you're unsure of how he'll proceed without baring you entirely for the world to see. When his hands grab at the fabrics, bunching them up to inch them higher you reach back to catch him. "Zuko!" you whisper indignantly, glancing at him from over your shoulder. He leans in, furthering you over the balcony from his weight as he steals a grinning kiss from you.

"A quick one, my love. If anyone so much as looks in your direction I'll skin them alive." The barbaric threat is entirely to make you dissolve into giggles as a distraction, moving aside the expensive silks so he can get at what he knows is waiting for him underneath.

[rennebright]

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[smthaboutuss]

classic voxval

[dear-ao3]

don’t see enough posts on here normalizing having good relationships with your parents. not everyone does but those who do shouldn’t feel bad about it.

anyway shout out to my parents for wanting to go to a concert with me and my sister last night and singing louder than all of the 20 year old girls around us. fucking goated as hell i had a blast.

[chumbyy]

[liberalsarecool]

Trump is not interested in winning the election.

He wants carnage.

[fairiesdonthavenames]

this is so funny to me. img from the SSS stream yesterday of the Announcement (before it had been clear what it was)

[sminkus]

i’m gonna go out on a limb and say that not everyone knows who anita bryant was. she was famous for being an anti-gay activist and ruining the lives of millions of gays in florida bcoz she was also a spokesperson for the florida citrus commission and used her activism to destroy specific anti-discrimination legislation in miami dade county. today she died, and we are alive. so FUCK anita bryant and long live faggotry, dykery, and transgenderism.

[willgrahamscock]

you will not make it to heaven you blasphemous freak of nature

I sin because I do not want to go where you cannot follow

[idontmindifuforgetme]

guys it’s cianna @stuckinapril I just changed my handle I swear I’m still here 😭😭

[hanasnx]

Hop hop 🐇 strutting around Jay's apartment in nothing but panties and his leather jacket that's still warm from his body 🐇 hop hop

-doe 🐾

JASON TODD shirtless and in gray sweatpants and a thin silver chain around his neck, manspreading in his seat as he annotates on some blueprints. The Bat left quite an impression on him, including his knack for being thorough. The cap of his sharpie sits between his teeth, the soft squeaking of the marker scribbling on parchment filling the room. Even though you got laid this morning, you should be good, but instead you’re especially needy. He’d gotten back a little bit ago from picking up those blueprints, and the leather bike jacket he wore on his motorcycle ride had been thrown on the bed haphazardly. Crawling out in just your undies, you were chilly, so you put the jacket on. It sat on your shoulders like a curtain. Heavy, and huge, and stiff. Still warm from his body heat, it provided enough protection to pad out to see him.

It takes him a second to notice you, and when he does, that famous grin stretches onto his lips. Hopelessly attractive with defined dimples and smile lines that could kill, crookedly smiling at you with that cap in between his pearly white teeth. “What’re you doin’ over there, baby? C’mere.” He snips the cap from his mouth between his fingers like a cigarette, and you obediently come to his beckoning hand and inviting lap. You sit on his thigh, and the rigid material of the jacket stands up on its own. He snickers at you. “Whose jacket is that, babycakes?”

Timidly, you concede, “My Jay’s…”

It amuses him further, giving you a soft look with a flash of his raised brows. “Yeah? S’your Jay’s?” he mimics your melodic response in a twinge of a mocking tone out of endearment. “It’s, uh, little big for you, huh? Your Jay a big guy?” He wasn’t gonna let this go, and you fidget with your hands, looking up at him with those glossy doe-eyes. While he talks, a single finger moves aside the leather to get a peek at your bare chest.

“Huge.” you tell him with stars in your eyes, gesturing size with your hands, and it makes him laugh again, particularly inclined to adore you with a kiss on your cheek.