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[atorionsbelt]

🩷🩷🩷ROYJAMIE BIKE SHARING🩷🩷🩷

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Old Habits and New Revelations

Rating: explicit Word-count: 6,093 words Additional Tags: old habits universe, age difference, 22 year old mickey, 35 year old ian, dom/sub undertones, daddy kink, ass eating, barebacking, sharing clothes, sharing soap, and by “sharing” i mean “mickey takes it without asking”, the lightest throat holding you’ll ever read (impending) commission for @crossmydna thank you from the bottom of my mf heartttttt <3

Summary: Mickey has been seeing his hot older neighbor in private for a week now, and it's been the best week of his short life. He loves the way they work together - how Ian makes him feel powerful and wanted, and then takes him apart with those big, competent hands like it’s nothing.

He may still feel like he needs an excuse to see him - this time, a broken water heater - but even in his shower and thumbing through his closet afterwards, Ian is more than happy to have him stay. So much so that he’s got a deal for him. One that ends with Mickey getting something he’s been craving ever since setting eyes on that beard.

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[three-headed-monster]

bowen byram | postgame 11.02.24

[apricotmayonaise]

can someone take me to their bloghouse and freak me

[phierecycled]

lord have mercy

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[bendwill]

@thyunalloyed

TO HIM, APOCRYPHA WAS A PLACE OF DARKNESS. Light was few and far in between within the Great Library, void naught for illuminating eyes drifting in the murk, fonts of power that cast maw-shaped shadows. Miraak, too, was one of those shadows, sharp-edged silhouette with glowing green eyes stalking in the abyss. He is half-lit by a light that wanders side to side suspended above him, a black book laid open upon the lap. There was nothing in the way of seating here, so he sat cross-legged upon the meshing of a raised platform overlooking the ichor sea.

The floating light recedes, darkness encroaches on ancient pages again, back and forth; a monotonous pattern endlessly repeated.

The pattern breaks with a new light. The First stills in silent surprise. Unusual.

Finger is frozen upon the page, eldritch runes now starkly outlined by a light that did not belong to this place. (It was too bright. Too radiant.) Spine straightens, but Miraak does not yet turn his head to look at this approaching thing that shone like the dawn. He looks ahead, seeing an outline faintly shaped like him in rays of light.

“You do not belong here.”

[jamieedlund]

Aaravos and Callum truly have beautiful smiles.

The best ones are the ones they make around each other 👊🤜✊🤛 I'm convinced Aaravos's smile is infectious.

[corporaloretsev]

Roman Sadvosky's 2023/2024 Short Program - Ontario Sectionals 2023

Music: Unconscious - Charlie Winston Choreographed by Marie France Dubreuil and Samuel Chouinard

3Lz+2T, 4S, 2A

Score: 82.67

[castielsparkle]

[stardemigod]

[kaisollisto]

[lost-my-dragon]

Hello :)

:)

[girlcockholmes]

when i call a mutual by name what im doing is summoning their spirit to make out with. um

[zgvlt]

welcome to my copy cat era 🎄💖🫶

hi feel free to leave a message 🥺🥺 anon or otherwise :D

[bishreksual]

[peoplesing]

@inbox5 liked for a starter from mina murray.

the paris opera was everything she had anticipated, and so much more. the westenra family had spared no expense on this trip. lucy, dearest lucy, of course requested that mina must come too, for she would surely die without her presence. that, it would seem, was subjective: mina has long since lost sight of lucy once the show had ended. much to mina's dismay, even after conducting several searches of the vast halls, she was still nowhere to be seen.

mina sighs to no one but herself, a pause taken to lean against the wall. one hand plants there while the other, as she reaches down, works to untie the laces holding her boots together. she manages to loosen them both within a few moments, and she feels small relief for her sore feet. it was late, and the people were dwindling, surely no one would notice at a glance that she was holding her shoes rather than wearing them?

at long last she takes them off, pulling each one off with one swift motion. both of them land with a thump, and she wiggles her toes in her stockings, feeling better already at the coolness of the floor.

i still have to find lucy, she thinks dismally, a little more than frustrated at her friend's flightiness. where on earth could she have possibly gone? no doubt with a new acquaintance!

mina senses motion in the darkness, with only the slightest noise accompanying it, like silk brushing against silk. her eyes, now a little wide, scan the empty room once more. she finds nothing. at least, at first. mina has a logical mind, though she is still intrigued by the rumors of the ghost that haunts the palais garnier. if all rooms were as vast, as empty, as black as pitch as this one, she could see why such a tale would transpire. the walls were open, yet all too tight and enclosing.

❝ goodness, mina, you think such strange things! ❞ she lightly scolds herself, picking up her boots and turning to deposit herself in a nearby chair. she lands with a huff, and sets her boots down on the floor by her feet. she sinks into the chair eagerly, having had to sit perfectly straight for the performance itself.

❝ i do hope lucy hasn't gotten into trouble... ❞