#03-C

[bulbabutt]

sometimes you just need somebody else to point out the obvious. thank goodness for mikey and her gender collecting habit!

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[felinefractious]

Proud Peony Party

🐱 British Shorthair

📸 Frunk [Proud Peony Cattery]

🎨 Lilac Bicolor

[vole-mon-amour]

halstarion making love by a fire in a sitting position. wood cracking, the heath of the fire that Astarion feels on his skin as well as Halsin's strong embrace. Astarion's arms wrapped around Halsin's shoulders. the moany, huffy kisses into each other's mouths. Astarion's cock being rubbed against Halsin's torso. the sweat running down their bodies, but they refuse to stop. Halsin slipping his hand in between them to stimulate Astarion's cock and Astarion goes "nghh" into the crook of Halsin's neck as he rests his forehead against Halsin's shoulder; his long nails, claws like, leave marks on Halsin's skin as he tries not to sink them in the heat of the moment as emotions and feelings overwhelm him.

might as well go with this one as Halsin leans against a fruit tree for support and they have sex on the beach by a lake— with Astarion riding him.

or this one might go separately. as a treat.

and then in the morning Halsin's biceps, back, shoulders are all covered in claw marks and bruises (and, dare I say it, love bites with very visible teeth marks). Astarion may understand his own strength, but can't really control it in those moments of intimacy. Halsin doesn't really mind, though. it's nothing that his magic or a potion can't heal, and he's glad to make Astarion feel that good in the meantime. he loves that vampire.

[earlycuntsets]

03/31/2011 fox theatre oakland ca photo by c flanigan/filmmagic

[turtlecleric]

Tmnt 2003 content 🍽👉👈👀?

I don't take requests buuuuut

Hey what if 03!Leo was much older when he went through his struggles in Season 4?

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When you hear the sharp knocks on your window, you waste no time letting him in. 

As he crawls through, you take in the twist of his mouth. The furrow of his brow. He looks more and more angry every time he visits, and you wonder if maybe this time he'll actually want to talk about what's bothering him instead of-

“Clothes off. Now.”

Or not. 

He was sweet in the beginning. All charm and smiles, feather light touches and constant check-ins. Making sure you were okay with this, making sure you were comfortable. Now… well, you wouldn't call him mean… but you certainly wouldn't call him sweet. 

“On your knees.”

You obey perfectly. This is something that's become ingrained in you, something that was present even before he… changed. It's something you're proud of. Something he's proud of. Or… something he used to be proud of, at least. 

“Open.”

You aren't stupid. You can put things together. There was a stretch of time, a long while when you didn't see him. Then, when he finally returned to your fire escape once again, there was a new, nasty scar that he pointedly refused to acknowledge and a glaring difference in the way he carried himself. An ever-present frustration that now lived and breathed and only grew within him over time, something that bordered on hatred but was never spoken of. Still, you heard it. You felt it.

Before, you had to actively encourage him to be rougher. Practically beg him to so much as spank you. He didn't want to hurt you, he'd say. No, he would never call you that, he'd insist. Even when you specifically asked, even when you reminded him, over and over, that you liked it, he'd hesitate. He’d hold back, go easy, take it slow, and even then he'd apologize profusely right after he did- anything remotely painful. It had been a little exasperating, but… it was sweet, too.

No longer. 

There are tears in your eyes. Your jaw aches. Your knees are bruised from the floor, and he doesn't slow down even when you gag. But you can't complain - this is what you'd asked him for, isn't it? What you'd wanted? It is. 

And it isn't. 

Either way, you obey. You're good, you're so good for him. He used to tell you as much, but now there are only the noises of pleasure you've become accustomed to. You curl your fingers into the thick muscles on his thighs, keeping your eyes locked on his like you know he likes. Before, he might've run his fingers lovingly through your hair. Now, both hands push you further onto his cock. Unrelenting and firm.

“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

He likes to be in control. Lots of guys do, sure, but his control used to look… different, that's all. He used to say things differently. Softer. Kinder. He used to settle between your legs like someone kneeling at an altar. He used to sink inside of you like he was coming home. Now he… well. If you're being honest with yourself, you know he's using you to get out some of what's eating him alive. It's not enough, though. Even you can see that. 

You focus on his hands. They grip your hips hard enough to bruise. Slap your ass and thighs until you shake. Tangle in your hair, wrap around your throat, push and pull and put you into the positions he wants. His fingers, rough and strong, deft and quick, rip two orgasms out of you before he comes with a growl. 

After, you lie there. Watching him move about your apartment. Methodically cleaning himself and you, silent as the moon and just as mysterious. You think of the person he is (used to be?) and what you see now, and you… miss him. He's right here, but you miss him. 

He finishes quickly, barely glancing your way as he mutters quiet, meaningless pleasantries to wrap up the night. He used to linger. Lie with you beneath the sheets and press kisses into your hair and whisper pretty words through smiling lips. 

“Leo.”

“What?”

That gruff response has you steeling your resolve. He's not even looking at you. 

“Whatever happened… I know you don't want to talk about it-” You see every line of his body tense, sharp eyes cutting to yours in the semi-darkness. “-but if you did. I'm here for you. For… more than just sex. You know that right? That you can talk to me?”

He's still for a long, long moment. Watching you. Then he nods stiffly, and turns away. 

“Yeah. I know.”

He leaves. He leaves, but you feel less alone now than when he was here.

“I miss you,” you mumble into your pillow. 

Outside, hidden in shadow, Leo sighs. “Me too.”

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[chirpingchorus]

> looking for an fma 03 fic > ask author if their fic is 03 or mangahood > they don't understand > pull out an illustrated diagram explaining what is 03 and what is mangahood > they laugh and say "it's both, ma'am" > read the fic > it's mangahood

[digi-lov]

Kunemon BT14-042 by Kazumasa Yasukuni from BT-14 Booster Blast Ace

This card shows Kunemon in the Bug Coloseum in Beetle Land from Digimon World!

[kathegoose]

Endo Slumber Party!

An another request... that I foolishly decided to do on mspaint, one of the tackiest art programs imaginable (aside from like tux paint idk)

Left to right: Justin (Endo-C), Reginald (Game Tester Endo), Tom (someone's OC), Mimic, and Tina from the fnaf movie :)

I like to think that this was supposed to be a guys' night, but after Arnold (another name for the movie endo??? afaik) couldn't come to the party, he sent his sister Tina. Justin & Tom aren't so delighted. (they think girls are gross and icky)

[tblsomedoodles]

I'm doing a thing but look at this exasperated and confused dude! They are so tired of Donny's shit and they've only known him a day lol.

[snackugaki]

wip li si hard mode vs easy mode

[gwendolynwcde]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: oasis

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: mid-morning

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @samiraxiyer

Stepping out with a blissful expression from the facial room, Gwendolyn made her way to the foot massage area and took a seat while having a cup of tea. As she took a few sips, she felt not only rejuvenated, but refreshed for once and savoured every second of it. "I know this is temporary." she pointed out at first as she looked over at Samira. "But it's still worth it, right? Thanks for agreeing to doing this, let alone influencing it." Her gaze then softened as she decided to check in with her friend after the most recent arrest that took place in Wilmington. "...How are you holding up by the way?" Although she was the Chief of Police, her title didn't matter in this instance as she genuinely wanted to know how Samira was handling the news overall. Kian Lawson was someone of importance to her due to familial ties and she wasn't going to ignore that fact. "I also understand if you don't want to talk about it given the circumstances, so no pressure at all."

[nonbinarysyaoran]

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[deathmightbe]

[id: panel 1: from the left side, something emerges from the goopy void, it looking similar to Killian, as it sits in front of the not-Killian, expression unimpressed, a tiny speech bubble beside it saying "um…"

panel 2: the void not-Killian steps, its paws dripping and void rippling around it. Both it and void are covered in red stars. Text reads.

killian: who are you, again?

not-killian: hehe

not-killian: I see you're still in denial…

panel 3: Closeup on Killians paws as it steps away.

panel 4: Killian's front view. It is facing the camera, expression tired and unimpressed, with frown on its face, ears pinned down. Text on the top reads:

not-killian: But don't be ridiculous, Killian!

Below the panel, it reads:

not-killian: You know exactly what I am!

"what" is underlined. The background of the panel is goopy, and covered in red stars. / end id]

pov: visualizing your worst desires as some guy who is you but looks evil, and then asking "ermm who that is"

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[earthdcfended]

@unitlead said: ☎

NAME: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart

RINGTONE: one of those silly ALERT. YOUR BOSS IS CALLING YOU. ringtones like this.

PICTURE: Can you imagine Howie asking Kate for a photo for his contacts? No way!

LAST TEXT RECIEVED: A fire is still a fire.

LAST TEXT SENT: It was put out almost immediately - this is a success story.

[cassbrookes]

Where: Beckett Farms, heading to the former Babbling Brookes Ranch When: Just before Andy shows up in town Who: @alexbrookes @isaacapatow

Bright and early, Cass and Alex had Cici, Zodiac, and Domino tacked up and ready to go, with two of the bigger draft cross horses on lead lines in their makeshift pack harnesses that she and Alex had cobbled together. They wouldn't be gone long, but she'd still said her goodbyes the night before. She had no idea yet if Alex had made any friends close enough to worry about while he was gone, but at least things between the two of them felt much better than they had since he'd gotten to town. Cass knew that home wouldn't look the same as it had when she'd left - Alex and Isaac had both warned her in different ways - but she was hoping to find some sort of closure in the trip as well as coming back to town with much needed supplies. It would be a good way to honor Nate's memory in the process.

Cass was double checking the harnesses on the larger horses when Alex led Cici and the boys out of the barn, just around the same moment that Isaac wandered into view, his trusty bat in hand.

While she and Ike had more or less patched things up between the two of them, she knew Alex still didn't hold much of a high opinion of the other man. Not that she blamed him for that. Either way, this would prove to be an interesting trip. At least there was the possibility of a proverbial pot of gold at the end of this shit-stained rainbow.

"Mornin'," she greeted the older man, nodding toward Alex as he came closer. "Got everyone ready to go. You'll be on Domino. Anything you need to do before we head out?"

[misaligncd]

status: closed

based: linked in source

with: @scarletsxnss

dove wasn't entirely sure what she had done wrong. they had gotten home after he allowed her out for the first time in months. she hadn't thought that anything had happened. at least, till she saw the look on logan's face," dad-daddy?" she had no idea if it was because some guy had talked to her. he had been asking for directions and she still remembered the city pretty well. nothing could have prepared for the feeling of his hands pinching her nipples. her eyes widened as he tugged at her breasts and slapped at them. the top he had put her in was thin, no bra beneath and almost sheer," i-i-i'm sorry!" what made it worse was the fact that her nipples were hardening and she could feel herself becoming messy.