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High School Revenge
Fanfiction
Enamorada
Al momento de ser realista, nunca me consideré una especialista. Y sin embargo algo en mi cambió, se exactamente como sucedió.
Habitus
Isaac tem um hábito. Um tão repugnante quanto ele, um que ele não pretende parar.
Na Saída dos Slone
Rose está completamente bêbada e perdeu as roupas. Connor vem resgatá-la.
#high school revenge#dylan evans#olivia hartley#michael knox#cecily knight#connor cobb#isaac freeman#vivian porter#haley freeman#angela slone#marcus parmer
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PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.
for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂↕️)
#jj maybank x reader#rafe cameron x reader#frank castle x reader#john b routledge x reader#sarah cameron x reader#daryl dixon x reader#rick grimes x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#evan buckley x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#denki kaminari x reader#eijiro kirishima x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#rudy pankow x reader#drew starkey x reader#dylan obrien x reader#will poulter x reader#peter parker x reader#spiderman x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#jake seresin x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader#arthur morgan x reader#javier escuella x reader#john marston x reader#sadie adler x reader#spencer reid x reader#tom holland x reader#andrew garfield x reader
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Kolektif – Lacancı Psikanalizin 8 Temel Kavramı (2023)
Lacan’ın kavramlarını öğrenmeye başlamak için eşsiz bir başlangıç noktası sunan ‘Lacancı Psikanalizin 8 Temel Kavramı’, okuru şu sekiz kavramı çalışmaya ve onlar üzerine düşünmeye davet ediyor: jouissance, Lacancı dört söylem, men etme, analistin arzusu, ayna evresi, Borromean düğüm, Lacancı özne ve son olarak fantazi. Bu klasik eserde, sekiz önemli Lacancı kavram, Lacan’ın bunları ortaya attığı…
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#2023#Axis Yayınları#Bruce Fink#Dany Nobus#Dylan Evans#Katrien Libbrecht#Lacancı Psikanalizin 8 Temel Kavramı#Luke Thurston#Paul Verhaeghe#Russell Grigg#Sinem Acar#Slavoj Žižek
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i just need a dorky nerdy man with brown hair and big brown eyes to be my boyfriend PLEASE
#daisy rambles#yes im talking about#stiles stilinski#dylan o'brien#ethan landry#jack champion#max cooperman#sam winchester#luke cooper#kit walker#alex adult world#evan peters#stiles stilinksi x reader#dylan o'brien x reader#ethan landry x reader#jack champion x reader#luke cooper x reader#max cooperman x reader#evan peters x reader#sam winchester x reader
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Luke Evans | Good Grief (2023), dir. Dan Levy
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The first episode of 'American Horror Story' aired 13 years ago.
#memories#best#season#ahs#american horror story#murder house#tate langdon#violet harmon#jessica lange#evan peters#taissa farmiga#moira#constance#connie britton#dylan mcdermott#denis o'hare#jamie brewer#frances conroy#zachary quinto#alexandra breckenridge#fx#tv#freak show#asylum#coven#ahs murder house#series#killer#tate#violet
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Kuri (45) Aubrey (49) Rumi (18) and Evan (16) all challenge each other to a race from one end of a roller rink to the other. Full sprint. All 4 are advanced skaters in different disciplines; dance jamming/casual (Kuri and Aubrey), derby (Rumi) and skate park/slalom (Evan). All are on quads except Evan who is on 3 wheel inlines
#dylan is tasked with officiating the results#for anyone who doesn’t know what the Conditional Info means; Kuri and Aubrey are more leisure based skaters while Rumi and Evan are both#very sport based skaters and everyone except Evan are on normal rollerskates
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I prepare for the noble war.
Im calm, I know the secret.
And i know no one can stop me.
not even myself.
Tate Langdon (1996)
#ahs coven#american horror story#violet harmon#ahs murder house#murder house#taissa farmiga#tate langdon#tcc columbine#tcc tumblr#school shooters#violet and tate#tate lang#tate langdon aesthetic#ahs tate#tate and violet#tcctwt#tccblr#tc community#teeceecee#true cringe community#evan peters x reader#evan peters#girl blog aesthetic#boom boom#girl blogger#girlblogging#hell is a teenage girl#columbine 1999#dylan columbine#zero day
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I saw your reblog and i couldn’t help it…
I’m begging on my knees… write a breeding blurb. Doesn’t have to be long cause i can’t wait. Like 100-500 words
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
THIS IS MY FIRST BLURBY, SO I HOPE U LIKE IT :D pls excuse any typos, most of this was written on my phone 🧍🏽♀
wc: 1.7k
cw: smut, minors dni, 17+. breeding kink, and more. not proofread.
It really had started out as a joke.
Thanksgiving inspires spending time with family, and family means entertaining all the new cousins and little nieces and nephews that had joined the family in the past year.
So, Y/N naturally gravitated toward the children.
They’re irresistible! With their chubby cheeks and gummy smiles, innocent stutters and big wide eyes that are subject to tears at any moment.
It’s not as if they put up much of a fight either, Cole and Oliver practically fell over each other to claim the thorn that was her lap.
She was consumed by them; if they went somewhere, she was right behind them making sure their little heads didn’t knock, stubby legs wobbly like a newborn doe. She ate on the floor with them (“The carpet’s comfy, Titi!”), played games with them—if you could even call it playing, they just oohed and ahed and slobbered over a deck of cards—laughed with them, wiped their tears for them, held them close, cradled them into a dreamy state that had her cooing in their ear.
And he saw. From his personal spot on the couch, that he’d homed since the first thanksgiving he could remember, he saw his girl becoming his family, too. He saw the hearts in the eyes of his nephews, he saw her adoration for them (not that he’s much better, they’ve got him wrapped tight around their tiny fingers), saw the bond that began to blossom between them.
He saw how calm Y/N looked as she cared for them, saw how natural she was.
And so maybe, on the car ride back he made a few teasing remarks about her motherly tendencies. And perhaps he mindlessly let it slip that he’d thought about her, pregnant, with his child.
But it was all in good fun, right? She’d scoffed in her seat—though the flush of her cheeks did not go unnoticed—slapping his shoulder to halfheartedly reprimand his crude comments. Sure, it sent a yummy tingle up her spine. And, yeah, okay, her panties got, admittedly, a little more uncomfortable after hearing his confession.
But that didn’t matter, because it was just teasing. Just words that he said to get a reaction, like always.
…Right?
———
Y/N now understands that he was not joking.
Not one fucking bit.
It’s kind of difficult to find miscommunication in any of his words now. She understands him, she gets him—Holy fuck, she gets him.
“Prancin’ around with babies on your hips, an’ you think m’not gonna wanna get you pregnant with my child?”
She gets him, with his fat cock stuffed in her snug, tiny pussy, filling her up, up to her fucking stomach. Literally. With the way he’s got her bent into herself—ankles up to her ears, thighs squishing her arms in, which in turn pushes her tits together, shiny with spit and quite bruised—his cock molds to her, pressing at her tummy, glaring at her. It scares her.
And it’s fucking everything.
She gets him, but she doesn’t fucking get how he has the ability to tease, mock, and degrade her so thoroughly, after so much time spent doing nothing but abusing her poor, helpless cunt. He stretches her out to the point of pain—unsurprisingly, there was little to no prep in the build up to their current state, though, at the time, it didn’t feel needed, she’d been dripping down her thighs as soon as the first button of his dress shirt popped. His cockhead shoves into her cervix relentlessly, viciously. He bullies his way through her, her essence soaking his prick to the base, a sticky mess between their crashing hips.
“Wan’ you stuffed full by the time m’threw with you,” he grunts against her lips, his hot breath fanning over her face, grounding her to this moment. She gasps with every plunge of his hips, the lack of activity in her brain clear as day from the cute, stupid look on her pretty face.
Eyes crossed in the middle every other second, glossy from past and reoccurring tears. Her cheeks puffy and rosy, glistening in the lamp-light from drool and salty droplets of tears. Her hands push fruitlessly against his hard, sweaty abs, chocking out spineless protests.
“S’big, too big— too deep, Daddy!” She cries sweetly, hiding in the puff of his pillows cushioning her head.
“Shhh, Baby, lemme fuck you, plug you up with my cum…” His hands move from the headboard, one pushing down on the back of her thigh, keeping her spread open for him, and the other to her ruined face, three fingers shoving between her kiss-swollen lips. She slobbers over them immediately, brows furrowed in devoted concentration, desperately aiming to please him. “Tha’s a good girl, Puppy, jus’ suck on Daddy’s fingers while he uses your cute, slutty little pussy.”
She whimpers through her gag, nodding dumbly, drooling all over again, the sparkly, moony glow in her eyes letting him know that her head is empty.
“You wan’ my babies, Pup?” His thrusts slow, working himself into her with a heightened calculation, forcing her to feel every vein and ridge of his big cock. She squeezes around him, whining. “Yeah? Tell me, were y’thinkin’ ‘bout it when you were takin’ care of the little ones?” His fingers slide farther into her mouth, his cock hitting places brutishly and delicately at the same time. “Were y’thinkin’ ‘bout bein’ my pretty baby mama?”
“D—addy,” She chokes pathetically over his fingers, tensing up in every way.
“Yeah,” he chuckles, “you wan’ my babies, Puppy.” He picks up the pace again, pistoning his hips so her special spot, oversensitive from so much use, gets completely smooshed by his prick every single time he grinds back inside of her weepy pussy. His hand on the back of her thigh moves to the crease between her leg and her slippery cunt, his thumb poking her puffy clit.
“Oh, ma goo—ness!” she bleats, huffy, wiggling away from his assault.
“Cut it out, Sugar,” he tuts, the hand on her thigh coming down to smack against her cunt, strings of her silky cum stuck on his palm when his fingers move to fuss over her achy button meanly. “Fuckin’ take my cock,” he strikes her again, her hips jumping in response, tears sprouting and spilling from her bleary eyes. “Keep still before Daddy gets sick’a your squirmin’ and ties you to the fuckin’ bed.
When his palm makes rough contact with her swollen clit for the third time, Y/N comes instantly.
She squirts, everywhere, as a matter of fact.
“Oh, fuck, Puppy,” he groans, hips stuttering as his cock twitches, and before he can stop himself, he’s being flooded with an overwhelming warmth, his cum spurting in thick, white ropes that paint her insides.
There’s a lot. More than usual, probably. It fills her up to the hilt and then some, dripping from her cunt and smearing down her sloppy pussy lips, over her mound and his faintly hairy pelvis. He fucks her through their simultaneous orgasms, through the crippling, divine sensations that somehow fatten his prick even more, urging on his insatiable desire.
Y/N shakes beneath him, still crying over his finger, chomping mindlessly on them as the pleasure continues to roll over her in waves.
Eventually, his cock slips out of her, too soaked for his thrusts to remain precise. She gasps at the sudden, jarring emptiness, and he grunts, animalistically, at the loss of familiar, snug, wet heat.
He doesn’t immediately push back in, however. His eyes get distracted on the view of his milky cum gushing out of her stretched, abused hole. His hand drops from her mouth to join the other, smearing their mess into her flesh and spreading her puffy pussy apart. Inspecting.
His head tilts curiously while he collects his cum on his middle and ring finger that’d dripped down to her puckered entrance, scooping it up before tentatively pushing it back inside.
It does more bad than good, honestly; more cum spills from around his finger, leaving them right back where they’d left off. But, that doesn’t stop him from repeating the action. Once, twice, hushing her screechy crying when her massages it into her silken walls the third time, smearing it onto her special spot when he pushes it back in the fourth. He jams his fingers into her cunt until he loses count, and the sound of her messy, stuffed pussy is louder than both their moans combined. He adds a third finger and picks up speed when her hand wraps around his wrist, when her voice grows hoarse and she screams bloody murder.
“Too much, too—I can't, please!” she screams, eyes clamped shut, body trembling.
“Shut up, Puppy, ain’t shit too much,” he dismisses, standing to his knees and using his free hand to keep her pinned to the mattress. “M’gonna fuck my cum back into this slutty, precious cunt ‘til you fuckin’ squirt f’me again.”
His gruff voice, his big, veiny hands trapping her to the bed, the incessant press of his fingers into the perfect spot that makes her toes curl and her stomach coil tighter and tighter. The sweat that drips from his face—from the tip of his nose, across his forehead and temples, glazed along his cupid’s bow—his beefy biceps, straining as he fights against her involuntary shudders. His chest, massive and buff, firm and slick with sweat under her palm.
It doesn’t take long for Y/N to oblige his demand.
“Just like that, Sugar, wet the fuckin’ bed, keep fucking coming.”
She keeps fucking coming. When his fingers are gone and his pretty, fat, perfect cock is reintroduced, she comes then, too. Like, as soon as he starts to push in.
It’s embarrassing, pitiful; pathetic.
But she can’t help it. She can’t help anything that she does or says when her cunt is stuffed with cum and cock, her sore pearl rubbed and swatted cruelly, her tits fondled demeaningly. She just lies there and cries, and takes his lovely cock. She lets him dump load after load of his spunk into her, claiming her, marking her as his. Making it stick.
“You’re my little cumdump, Pup,” he grumbles harshly, squeezing her pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re fuckin’ mine to kiss, love on, take care of,” she whimpers below, crying for his mercy, “my dumb slut to use, fuck, breed,” he plunges into her as deep as he can go, leaning in close and whispering, “you’re my fucking girl; my pathetic, needy fucking puppy that’s obsessed with my cock.” Y/N nods, gargling agreement.
He smirks, “Yeah, my little breeding bitch.”
#evelyn speaks#i couldn't pick a love interest#like at first i was “oh harry!”#yk but then#jon...#drew...#rudy...#carlito...#chris...#seba...#oscar...#pedro...#i could keep listing#but#u get it besties#there's js too many d*ddies to choose from#*sigh*#harry styles x reader#jon bernthal x reader#pedro pascal x reader#sebastian stan x reader#rudy pankow x reader#drew starkey x reader#chris evans x reader#oscar isaac x reader#carlos sainz x reader#jeremy allen white x reader#ross lynch x reader#dylan o'brien x reader#aaron taylor johnson x reader
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The cast of The Quarry + GIFS
Siobhan Williams as Laura Kearney
Skyler Gisondo as Max Brinly
Zach Tinker as Jacob Custos
Halston Sage as Emma Mountebank
Ariel Winter as Abigail Blyg
Evan Evagora as Nick Furcillo
Justice Smith as Ryan Ezrahler
Miles Robbins as Dylan Leviny
Brenda Song as Kaitlyn Ka
#the quarry#horrorgames#supermassive games#mocap#actors#siobhan williams#skyler gisondo#justice smith#zach tinker#halston sage#ariel winter#evan evagora#miles robbins#brenda song#laura kearney#max brinly#ryan ezrahler#dylan leviny#kaitlyn ka#emma mountebank#abigail blyg#jacob custos#nick furcillo#gifs#gif set
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I need to stop making playlists for every white boy I’m attracted to
#sebastian stan#chris evans#matthew gray gubler#dylan o'brien#evan peters#bucky barnes#steve rogers#spencer reid#stiles stilinski#tate langdon#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#spencer reid x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#tate langdon x reader#music#playlist#white boys
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I have a theory…..
#sandy hook#lanza#true cringe community#tcc tumblr#columbine high massacre#columbine massacre#tcc columbine#dylric#mass killers#tcc art#eric columbine#columbine 1999#columbine school shooting#dylan columbine#dylan and eric#eric and dylan#ericharris#eric 1999#dylan roof#dylannstormroof#everymanhybrid#evan myers
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At the Isle of Wight Festival, August 31, 1969.
“No sooner had he [Dylan] and his family and entourage made it to the farmhouse on the Isle of Wight that was to be their base than George and Pattie Harrison arrived with Ringo Starr’s marijuana stash. The two superstars knew each other well — Harrison had stayed at Dylan’s house in Woodstock – but Ray [Foulk] says there was still clearly a mutual reverence. ‘I remember [Dylan’s manager] Bert Block whispering in my ear as we were all sitting by the swimming pool and George and Bob were talking and he said, “look at them, they’re star-struck with each other!” ‘George had the Beatles’ Abbey Road album in his hand, they’d just finished it the day before, and he had an acetate of it. He put it on the record player in the barn and there was a lot of envy in the air… but he was moaning about how John and Paul wouldn’t let him have more than two songs and how unfair it was. I was surprised how openly he was saying all this.’ Another time Ray remembers walking into the living room where George and Bob were singing a close harmony duet of the Everly Brothers’ ‘All I Have to Do Is Dream’ which, he says, ‘sounded fantastic.’ [...] [W]hen he [Dylan] eventually went on stage, he was excited, proudly brandishing his guitar like a schoolboy and beaming: ‘Look, I’ve got George’s [Harrison’s] guitar!’” - The Independent, May 29, 2015 About that guitar, a Gibson J-200.
#George Harrison#Bob Dylan#Pattie Boyd#Ringo Starr#Maureen Starkey#Neil Aspinall#Mal Evans#Terry Doran#et al.#The Beatles#fits queue like a glove
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If Ben Harmon has no haters I'm dead
#ahs murder house#ahs fandom#american horror story#ben harmon#tate and violet#violet harmon#dylan mcdermott#evan peters#taissa farmiga
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i really want to stay at rogers place || a love letter to the 2023/2024 season.
#edmonton oilers#connor mcdavid#leon draisaitl#ryan nugent hopkins#evan bouchard#ryan mcleod#stuart skinner#vincent desharnais#connor brown#sam gagner#dylan holloway#there's too many oilers to tag help#nhl#hockey#hockey edit#aria.mov#here's my first edit ever pls be kind :')#i just felt really cathartic about this season and i'm really happy but also... this whole ride has been crazy#i heard this song in the ice district store when i went to the kraken game alone! so it also has a little bit of a personal pull to me#please watch edgerunners btw its very good
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Luke Evans for Harper's BAZAAR Tawain
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