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sorry i can explaim
#I CAN EXPLA#green lantern#jessica cruz#yellow lantern#lyssa drak#dc comics#3rd pic no-ring spar is doing wonders for lyssa's back. i believe that#aaand here it comes:#CTDE#diesel when they see a weird hotwoman: okay OKAYYY fine FINEE#i dont know why or HOW they would text with like. phones. but it was really funny to me so
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days old art ft green's channel
#alan becker#animator vs animation#ava#animation vs minecraft#avm#ava tco#ava green#avm green#ava yellow#avm yellow#ava tsc#avm tsc#avm purple#anyway so yk how there was a short moment in the “bob is always there” actual short with purple in the stickfight website#weeell i thought itd be fun to connect that to green's channel arc#and yknow the chromeball moment showed right before the purple in sticksfight moment so yk yk kykykkdnmxsd#dont ask about the left thumbnail. um. i i can expla#lilacsart
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DannyMay Day 15: Full Hazmat AU
We’re halfway through the event and I can feel myself going insane
#I CAN EXPLAING#no i really cannot#i havent dabbled much in this au before bfgihdfu#dannymay2023#danny phantom#danny fenton#tucker foley#sam manson#full hazmat au#kad draws#kad animates#this is the closest thing to animation in my kad animates tag hdfuigvhdsu
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You were concius that you dint have a pice on the front ? No but now i have a an excuse (marc and izakun gilging like the to old queens they are)
#hi is sooo again i could.do a class or easssy abaut who.good hi is a pr#is so natural dosen sems reharse he takes the cuestion and inmilfy has an anwser#he hides his emotions#is sooo when im finaly get my masters and can dl teachin i be teachig abaut him and vale cause they are sucj a good explaes lf dealing whit#the media#marc marquez#motogp
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So I've been scrolling through my old eBay purchases and it hit me that it's almost 2 years since I realized I'm a lesbian
Realizing I'm a lesbian has made things make sense in ways I never thought was possible. Better yet, I've gotten a much more optimistic outlook on the future.
Realizing I'm a lesbian saved me from spending the rest of my life believing there was something wrong with me.
Lesbianism saved my life. I love being a lesbian 🧡🤍💖
🧡🤍💖
#babblings#so i have a longer draft explaing things in excruciating detail#but it felt like it didn't get to the point quick enough to fuck it#nobody can ever make me hate being a lesbian#lesbian#lesbian pride#lesbianism#lesbian positivity#lesbian euphoria
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Navi you asS—
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arcade gannon im in love with you
#best companion in any fallout game not exaggerating#canonically gay and can be convinced to join ur side if youre gay (overt flirtation will get you everywhere) or stupid#lives in and clearly loves the desert and its natural resources. dies in the sun and bitches abt it So Much#name sounds cool (arcades are dope as fuck) AND is actually a reference to a fictional utopia he both yearns for and cannot reconcile with#middle name canonically israel as a direct reference to its meaning to struggle with gd. to both yearn for the goodness in the world#and struggle to accept it is even there. it is not his responsibility to finish the work but neither is he free to abandon it!!!!!!#i cannot explaing to any of you how important seeing him in a big game was to me as a kid ahh
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I was watching Hunger Games (mainly bc I was bored but like. The books and the first movie honestly slap) and it struck hard how Locked Tomb honestly has the potential to be the next Big YA Thing. Frankly the only reason it's not already is probably because every bit of marketing slapped on it emphasises that it's queer
Which. That's what we need. Tazmuir could fucking topple Joanne and piss on her bones! If only more people read these fucking books!
#theres a yt essayest i enjoy called James Somerton#who i particularly respeect bc hes a gay former harry potter fan who talks about how foundstional the books were to him and others#while also explicitrly calling joanne out and explaing how her behaviour has tainted a big part of his development#and he recently made the point regaring shitwarts legacy that. joanne has won at capitalism.#she can say whateve she wants now and still live off the royalties#the most powerful thing we can do to her is make her irrelevant#and the only way to do that is to mke hp this half remembered obscure trivial thing#dwarfed by its successors#hunger games came close to that but was ultimately held back by its own intrinsically ironic marketing and need for a token het love triang#tlt doesnt have that. it is foundationally incapable of having that#and part of its inspo is arguably the biggest godamn influence on internet culture period#it has the potential to surpass all its predecessors if it can breach mainstram#what im saying is. if you havent already.#please find a copy of Gideon the Ninth.#only the queers can defeat joanne and her dark forces of racism and everythingphobia#(side note but as someone who lived in a transphobic home and personally witnessed my mother being fucking indoctrinated uhhhhh#yeah this is kind of fucking a big deal to me)
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i will see a picture of eddie diaz smiling without warning and my breathing will stutter and i will have to cover my face and repeat to myself say i am normal i am normal about this man i am Normal about him
#im not joking the best way i can describe what happens to my breathing when im unexpectedly accosted by photos of smiling eddie is stuttered#like thats really the closest i can get to explaing what tf happens to me physically#Embarrassing!!!!#yeehawing#911#eddie diaz
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😔💔🧍🔞💀💥🍋
💯🙏💛🟨👍
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“How could you?” “I can expla-“ “No, I don’t mean morally. Logistically how could you even pull something like this off?”
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"I wish he would've been kidnapped" girl you did NOT JUST FUCKING SAY THAT ...................... girl 😭
#(this is abt our old dog btw)#and nows shes explaing to me the concept of seeing someone ..#and im just sitting here like can you shut up forever please.#SEEING SOMEONE AS .IN like . literally just looking at a person.#like its . not that complicated. i know .#ah whatever im gonna stop typing now
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(( AND YES! IT IS BLOG PROGRESS. THIS BLOG! AND THE OTHER ONE! ONE COULD CALL IT....
.... Blogress. ))
#(( what's that sound I hear? ))#(( knives sharpening? ))#(( NO WAIT I CAN EXPLA#(( naw though really I'm getting up and I'll post about what's going on in a moment mobile won't let me link things right. ))
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@jabberwocky1996
Search your feelings, you know it to be true
#i really can't wait for celeborn to rock up because i GOTTA see his reaction#'hey hon it's been a while i can expla ---- what the f u c k'#trop
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I've been having a lot of UUUUH WHY AM I BEHIND OTHER PEOPLE MY AGE feelings atm but that's also made me confront how abusive my dad actually is so idk. I'm not mad at myself for it
#pan.txt#i'm seeing a lot of content from therapists on YT explaining how parents being unable to regulate their emotions#and specifically not apologising and explaing they're not annoyed at their kids#can absolutely count as abuse#you guys have NO idea how validating that is#my dad has verbally abused me since i was tiny#and like. he does NOT do it to my brother#he's unkind to me specifically and i'm having to stonewall him rn bc i can't be arsed with him
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was it chan in the hotel with the gun?
warnings 🔪: they’re both as fucked up as eachother, unprotected sex (i normally dont say anything but PLEASE don’t do this with someone you just met), desperation, d/s dynamics, chan is MEAN, degradation, a few lines of daddy kink, dirty talk, squirting, creampie, GUNPLAY
you’ve always been a light sleeper. ever since you were young, the faintest rattling of the wind through your window would arise you from your slumber, and tonight is no different. you doubt your intruder had expected you to wake - in fact, the figure stalls next to your bed as your limbs slide over the expensive hotel sheets.
you’re not scared. when your eyes focus, the man is dressed head to toe in black stealth gear, harness gripping those toned muscles that he’s strutting around with. it’s ridiculous, really. only you could have a hot potential murderer in your room in the early hours of the morning.
“hello,” you speak, finally. he tilts his head. he’s got a mask covering the bottom half of his face. it means that you can only see his eyes, but regardless, they narrow. he’s assessing you, and by the way they relax, you’re convinced of one thing - it’s not you he’s looking for. “who are you?”
he doesn’t say anything. you watch him turn to the window, then back to you. when you sit up, the oversized shirt you’re wearing rucks up your thighs. his gaze immediately lands on them. oh.
you’re not new to sex with strangers. this is a little unusual for you though. it’s a feeling that only worsens when you see his fingers wrap around the gun attached to his harness.
okay, you’re a little fucked up. but you can’t ignore the dampening of your pussy in your panties, and you’ve always made a point of always going for what you want.
“you’re still gonna kill me?” you question, and if you let the blanket slide down your legs a little more to distract him then that’s only for you to know. “even when i’m not who you’re meant to kill. you’re still going to kill me?”
he falters. the hand slides from the object, and when you squint, the streetlights coming through the curtains highlight it just enough for you to know. it’s a pistol. you know that it’s loaded - why wouldn’t it be?
“you’re good at reading people,” his voice is muffled, but you can hear it. he has a thick australian accent, but the pitch is low, almost threatening. it doesn’t matter. you know he’s intrigued, and you let your head rest against the headboard, thighs shifting apart just a tiny bit. one arched eyebrow raises, dark eyes fixating on the space between your legs. “by the looks of it, you’re good at seducing people too. is that right?”
“so it’s working?” you let yourself smile, soft but enough to make him shuffle towards you. his boots are heavy, but he’s somehow quiet. experienced, you guess, in whatever you want to call it - being a hitman, assassin, mercy killer? “tell me your name.”
“no,” he’s quicker, knees shuffling against the sheets. his face gets closer to yours, still partially obscured, and you quiver under his gaze. he’s sexy. you’re going to fuck a man that intended on killing you only minutes ago. “i don’t need to know yours either.”
“no, you don’t,” you agree. he’s situated between your legs now, and you can feel it, the familiar press of a hard, throbbing erection against your cotton clad folds. it makes you grin wider, hands moving down to his belt. he lets you wrangle the black cargos off of toned thighs, pushing them down past his knees, and your hand dips into his boxers to feel him.
the first touch of your fingers against the silky skin of his cock makes him tremble, just barely losing his composure, and the grip you form around his thick shaft is enough to make his hands finally move to you. he’s big, heavy in your hand. two wide palms impatiently shove your shirt up, exposing heaving tits and a trembling tummy, and he’s quick to move them back down to yank your underwear off.
“i don’t have long. i have places to be,” he explains, fingertips darting between your folds. you’re wet, of course you are. your folds clack together around his digits, clit peeking out, swollen and throbbing. this entire thing is like something out of your deepest, darkest fantasies. clenching and unclenching, your hole attempts to suck his fingertips in during his inspection, and he grunts in approval. it’s almost funny how quickly he loses his control. “filthy fucking bitch. how wet can you be for someone like me? a murderer? someone who could- who could kill you at any point?”
“p-put it in,” you’re stammering. he ignores you, two fingers moving up to brush against your clit. you keep messily pumping his cock, feeling it leak into your palm as he only gets harder, shaky breaths exhaling from behind the mask. you moan so loud in response that his eyes crinkle with a smile. “god, won’t you- won’t you put it in? please, you s-said you don’t have long!”
“it’s gonna hurt,” he warns, but his hands leave you to push his black boxers down. your own palms fall to the sheets, thighs spreading far, far apart to allow the man to get where he needs to be. his hand moves to pump his shaft himself, eyes situated on your exposed core. you’re going to let a stranger fuck you unprotected. you’ve never felt so dirty, but it makes your pussy clench. “you want it to hurt, don’t you?”
“yes,” you whine, pussy aching. you want nothing more than to reach down and rub circles on your clit until you’re shaking apart around nothing, but the man slaps his cockhead against the bundle of nerves to focus you. you twitch, thigh jolting against his hip. “put it inside, please, please-“
a strong bicep braces next to your head, and his figure crowds into your space once more. he slides his cock down to your hole, wet and soppy and aching, and the tip just barely slides in.
“oh- oh fuck? god, it’s big, so fucking big-“
“d-don’t you know anything about being quiet?” he’s affected too, sliding the next few inches in. it makes you jolt again, and he moves to press his hands against your hips. the position change keeps you in place, sure, but it means he pushes inside of you fully, and the pressing of him against your cervix makes you wail. the stretch is almost too much, and you almost wish you’d listened and asked him to prep you beforehand.
you can’t help it. your brain is spiraling, and the more you try to squirm and whine and beg, he’s only holding you down firmer. his cock rests inside of you, unmoving. you want it. you want it, and you want so much more, and-
the barrel of his pistol presses against your temple. your eyes widen, and you’re immediately stilled. the metal is cool, and you don’t even know when he got it out of his harness, but you’re thankful he did. his finger rests on the trigger.
“will you stay still now?” his voice is calm, measured. you don’t nod, or move, or anything really - this is enough for the man. he starts to rut into you steadily, a slow, deep pace that makes your eyes roll back into your head. “yeah, that’s it. such a good girl.”
“does it f-feel good for you?” you moan, pussy clamping down on his cock. it makes him speed up just enough to let the squelching sounds of your core reverberate around the room, and your cheeks blaze crimson with embarrassment. you’re this wet over a murderer that you just met.
he nods in response to you, making the mask shift lower on his face, exposing his nose. it gives you a clearer vision of what he looks like - dark chocolate eyes, a large nose that juts out proudly, and what you can assume are a plump, soft set of lips. he’s beautiful.
“i-i’m not scared,” you manage to tell him, because honestly, you’re not. he huffs, gun pressing firmer into your head. your pussy gushes around his cock. his pace speeds up, quicker and harder. you want to cum so bad that it’s making tears bite at your eyes.
“really? you’re not?” he pushes your legs up, lets them fall over the pits of his elbows. it spreads you out, bent almost completely in half, and his cock in your pussy starts to make a wet clacking noise. it only turns you on more, clit throbbing for attention. you’re certain he’d actually shoot you if you moved to touch it.
there’s a clicking next to your head. he’s cocked the gun, turned the safety off. you moan, hands finally moving to his waist to pull him into you. his pubic bone starts to grind against your clit, the trimmed hairs just the stimulation you need, and you whine and buck upwards into him.
“i could s-shoot you,” he groans, eyebrows furrowed, almost in disbelief. “i could kill you right now. i bet if i pulled the trigger, you’d cum before you died.”
“oh my god!” you squeal, hands still pulling at him. he lets you, crowding further into your space, eyes staring down at the way your pussy lets his cock drill you over and over. it’s too much. his finger braces on the trigger once again, and your nipples brush against the thick material of his all black long sleeve. they’re so hard it hurts, and you just want to cum - you’re not above throwing a tantrum whether he has a gun or not. you just need a little more. “please. please, i wanna cum, i wanna cum-“
“can you cum from this?” it’s a genuine question, and he shifts his hips, moving to pummel that spot deep inside of you. it makes you squeal, pussy gushing steadily around him. it’s almost enough. his hand moves on the gun again. is he going to? “answer me, fuckin’ whore. can you cum from this? yes or no. it’s not hard.”
he sounds wholly unaffected, and you want to cry. ���yes! yes, i can, i can- please, keep going, i’m close, i’m close-“
“awh, baby. you’re close, i know, i can feel it,” his thighs bounce him into you. it’s just quick enough and just hard enough that you feel it building, and you’re almost there. “i can feel that fuckin’ pussy clenching on me, shit. fuck, you- you ready?”
you don’t know what you’re agreeing to, but you nod nonetheless, fingers scrabbling at his skin, and then you hear it. he pulls the trigger, and your orgasm ripples through you like an electrocution - your back arches into him, core spraying your release all over the base of his tummy. you think you’ve soaked his clothes, but he doesn’t seem to mind. as soon as your orgasm is beginning to end, he grips your hips and yanks you towards him, pistoning in and out of your pussy to chase his own release.
once you’re in your right mind, you can understand that he in fact did not kill you. the chamber was empty, and the gun gets discarded to the side of the bed, no longer useful. by the time you come to, the blush has spread higher and higher until it’s visible on the apples of his cheeks, and you know he’s nearly there.
“cum inside of me, please,” you breathe, thighs still trembling. “give me something to remember you by.”
he huffs, grunts under his breath, and his hips press into you. you can feel the pressure of his balls, and then he spills inside of you, so deep that your toes curl.
you want him to see it. when he pulls out, cock softening, you drag one hand down your body to form a vee around sticky folds. his cum leaks out, albeit slowly, and the man can only stare, cock twitching in interest.
he sniffs, nose twitching. “alright baby, cut the act. channie’s back now.”
you stretch out your limbs. the hotel sheets were just as soft as they were before you and your boyfriend started this little act, and they feel even better on your overheated skin. chan rips the mask off of his face, and immediately surges over you to kiss your face.
“chan-nie-“ you giggle, foot kicking. he catches it and wraps your leg around his waist, still trying to catch your lips with his. he’s still got that damn tight shirt on, clinging to his muscles, and well - your pussy creams up a little, and you meet his kiss halfway.
“mm,” he moans, tongue clacking against yours. his breath spills against your lips when he pulls away to speak. “wanted to kiss you all the way through, honey. was it good? everything you imagined?”
“amazing. you’re amazing, daddy,” you murmur, and he smiles, satisfied. “the gun felt realistic.”
“oh, yeah?” his smile turns almost sinister, and his hands move to your thighs. “were you scared?”
“mm, a little,” you’re already letting your thighs fall apart. chan’s half hard again. you’re praying that you don’t get an extra charge from the hotel after this - the sheets are destroyed. “it is fake, right?”
chan giggles. two knobby fingers breach your glistening hole, down to the knuckle, and you squirm. “obviously, baby. who d’ya think i am?”
“i mean, i dunno? it was kinda convincing and- oh, daddy, right there.”
“that’s it, baby,” his voice is calm, level. “you don’t need to think about it.”
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