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madaqueue · 1 month ago
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ough there is just something so hot about fucking and being halfway dressed because you couldn’t wait to get all your clothes off he just had to be inside you this second … his shirt halfway buttoned and yours pulled up above your stomach and you can feel the zipper of his pants along your thigh because he just barely pulled his cock free and it’s messy and needy and and and
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j00stkl31n · 7 months ago
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He needs to bring this fucking haircut back please 😭
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wwillywonka · 2 months ago
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SILCO & JINX: CYCLES
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cindysimblr · 6 days ago
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Why am I reading about the Sims 2 re-release at 2:30 at night? I'm too excited (but also...scared?) to sleep now. I hope they just fix the issues with Win 10/11 and pink flashing and nothing else. I hope all my CC still works as intended.
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ashtonsunshine · 2 years ago
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you’re already everything 🥹 baby clifford 11/11/23 🤍
via Michael's instagram. 12th June 2023
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xxitslivxx · 8 months ago
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AGH I HATE MARK AND WALLTERS LORE JUST STAY TOGETHER WHY HAVE A DIVORCE? AND WHAT ABT UR KID, LAMPERT?!
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suremango · 11 months ago
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Has anyone ever thought about how young chip looked? Like yeah he struggled all his life and probably physically wilted, his skin riddled with scars. But he's still 19. So what if whenever his body was covered all they could see was a boy? A young man, youthful and ambitious and abit of a bastard. A crooked smile on a baby face. He never seemed that old, a future ahead of him, a future painted by a raspy and pitched voice, eyes haunted but looking for all the world. Greedy and selfish, heart full of more gold than he ever could want. Mischievous and clever, energetic and witty, selfless and brash, young and alive..
And now, now that his heart had been ripped from his throat. It leaves his chest hollow and his voice hoarse, deepened like an echo spoken through magic alone. No hope or life in a voice that lacks a proper tone. And he tries to use it. To spill out that future but the echo just gets louder as he grows further. He looks at his skin and misses how his scars looked healed, how his skin beamed with color even in them and how he could feel its warmth. His fire tattoo so faded it looks more like smoke and his skin so pale and grey like it belongs to same pallet with the black dripping from his mouth. He doesn't taste blood. doesn't taste at all. He feels empty. He yearns for breath with no place to hold it. His body didn't even get the chance to fight before it lost. Dead and decaying by the second.
And he looks at his friends. And for once, he sees nothing in their eyes, no reflection of him because they don't see him.
In their eyes, they see him break and shatter. His image a million pieces on the ground. And as he gets up before they could process, the pieces reformed in an instant but there's something wrong. They see him get up and fight, yell and joke, laugh and comfort. They don't miss that sliver of echo in his voice. How it changed just enough it's unsettling. How his eyes look no longer haunted but rather lifeless. These are the eyes of their friend and it scares them. His body is losing it's life so fast. He gets thinner than he already was and his skin ages, malnourished and lacking, his face looks disgustingly older to the point they don't recognize him. The color in his hair fades so fast. And then it falls, eyes sinking and skin practically melting and tearing like it's some old fabric weakened by age. His chest sinks and his fingers wrinkle and tear to bone. His smile torn by something that's more akin to their flag. Even his bones are scratched and withered.
And yet they still hug him, still love him. They don't recognize him. Almost fear him. See him in the hollowed they kill. Worry for a second it's him that they killed. When his whisper quiet footsteps are behind them, when a sharp, cold touch grases their shoulders they force themselves to not look panicked. You think jay, with all the fear instilled into her, once turned around and almost shot him in the skull? he'd barely withered at that point and she could see his eyes so full of hurt. Maybe as gillion ruthlessly cut through the crowds of hollowed had almost struck him, stopped by his friends yelp, his eyes and mind lagging behind before he remembers. And chip is just left to dwell on how he's no longer the boy that arlin knew or loved, how he probably won't recognize him. And since that's the first person to make him feel human, feel alive, then that would mean he's back to being nothing at all.
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thatmintleaf · 3 months ago
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IT'S SNOW IT'S SNOW IT'S SNOWING HOLY SHIT OH MY GODS
THE SNOW
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wortverlust · 2 years ago
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audliminal · 3 months ago
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Made the mistake of getting anxious and refreshing the projections and now I think I'm gonna have a meltdown....
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scifrey · 3 months ago
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TIME AND TIDE is out TODAY.
⏳🌊💜
Happy release day to TIME AND TIDE!
This little book has gone on quite the journey!
I began writing it in 2010-2011, under the title “First Impressions”. It was intended to be the sophomore follow-up to my debut novel, but it didn’t land with my first, nor my second agent. After two more title changes and nearly a decade of dabbling with edits, a fortuitous stint on Wattpad, and the utterly unforeseen but gratifying Watty Award win, I was stunned and delighted when W by Wattpad Books reached out to inquire about the rights on the book.
Working with this publishing team has been, without a doubt, one of the most enjoyable experiences of my writing career. I cannot thank them all deeply and earnestly enough for all the hard work they’ve put into my story.
Years ago, one of closest friends called this story my “airport book”, maintaining that this would be the one that was going to be mainstream and accessible enough for the wider reading public. And it turns out she was right!
As of today, TIME AND TIDE is now available anywhere books are sold, including the Hudson Booksellers in most major American airports.
It is quite literally a dream come true.
Happy reading.
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28rainbowsnakes · 4 months ago
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You don’t fear roller coasters. Roller coasters fear you.
(a saying I made up just now)
ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOOHOO!! I HOPE YOU HAVE LOADS OF FUN!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉
OMG AAHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU!!!!!
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pato-roldnart · 1 year ago
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your art is absolutely LOVELY. such a unique, striking style - you capture expressions and atmosphere and the HUMAN-ness of your subjects SO beautifully. i'm enraptured, in awe, etc etc. gosh, thanks for sharing your talent with us ❤️
OMG 😭😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH
This is the best ask, I'm going to treasure it forever, really thank you!!! thank you for your kind words, I always try to make my art as expressive as I can and it being noticed just means a lot to me 🥺🥺
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ask-screamer · 4 months ago
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hey watch this.. FUCKING THROWS A BOTTLE AT YOU
AAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAHH
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lyssitalennon · 2 years ago
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IM THE FIRST BARBIE COSPLAY HES SEEN AND OH MY GOD HES SO NICE I WAS SO STARSTRUCK YESTERDAY I COULD BARLEY SPEAK BUT I COULD TODAY THIS HAS BEEN THE BEST WEEKEND OF MY LIFE SO FAR
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yume-fanfare · 7 months ago
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matrícula: ya me acordaré o algo supongo
inscripciones de la japan: 3 alarmas
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