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[doctorloup]

Your Irregularly Scheduled Audiodrama Sunday Post I am running out of titles for these

Audiodrama Sunday, OK let’s get this in before recording time. Amelia Project: THOSE PIRATE ACCENTS and damn that was a haunting glass harmonica episode right there. The music in this series is consistently excellent. Loved the little snatch of Mozart from the Interviewer as well. R.E. Dracula: Chaos energy casting of the Demeter Captain has already launched a thousand ships by which I mean TMA-based tumblr memes. Ethics Town: be like "Hey did Episode 3 upset you? strap in for Episode 4 lol". I have been speed-binging WOE.BEGONE after some feral woebegoblins insisted I give it another try. This was an Experience. No, I will not elaborate. Wake of Corrosion and CellarLetters have both decided to choose Season Finale Cliffhanger Violence, thank you gentlemen, I look forward to worrying about your characters for the next <insert amount of time here>,

LevianPod: Good heavens, that was…I need a cold shower. Absolute scenes.

Anyway, they’re crowdfunding, so chuck them a dolla if you want to hear an arrogant fuckboy be exiled to a creepy island for being sinfully horny and gay by his homophobic sister who is played by Beth Eyre with exasperated domme energy.

To be honest you can hear that now (https://levian.pinecast.co/episode/a25aee9b/oath), yeet the dolla for more of that. Also there’s a Shark Wife Pirate Captain. Doo doo doo Shark Wife. Lady Shark Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo.

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[muffinlance]

My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"

And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."

Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden

[realtalk127]

thinking about how the best case scenario that elphaba can imagine in the wizard and i is that finally someone will come along who will be able to change everything about her. even in her wildest dreams, she views that as her best option.

and then.

along comes galinda. who - after spending an entire night attempting to give her a makeover - settles on: ‘actually, you’re perfect just the way you are. i wouldn’t change a thing. except maybe to tuck a little piece of myself in with you, just there.’

and i just think that’s neat.

[s0up1ta]

toxic yaoi or something idk i haven't watched gravity falls

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[draconym]

It’s been seven months since we were in the same place

[hoofpeet]

never forgive react youtubers for making ""what?????????? I'm so confused 😧😧" the peak of humor for so many people.. Now any and every piece of art that's even slightly unconventional has at least one dipshit in the comments that has to be loudly confused about it like ❔Ermmmmm what .... Op are you okay? Like fuck off. I wish I could put you in a saw trap until you understand the concept of art

[soaked-doors]

when it rains, it pours

[doubledudeski]

pics that make you go "oh I KNOW he eated a trash"

[shotmrmiller]

sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[angelsaxis]

a prisoner worked for 136 hours to make a collective 17 bucks, all of which they donated to Palestine. and some of y'all can't even boycott starbucks.

[ivorylungs]

normal teachers lounge conversations only around here (original!!)