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dreamsrunfaster · 9 months ago
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god i love watching old discovery. every season is pitch-perfect to the moment it was released. it met us in our grimdark misery and said hold my hand and it led us to the 32nd century.
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gingerlyj · 2 years ago
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Surely it's been more than said before but the fact that Logan Roy's last words to his children aren't an angry tirade, or a proper apology, but a measured, calm and devastating 'you're not serious people'; and how despite rooting for the kiddies, and knowing that Logan Roy did nothing but terrorize those around him, how the man can't help to 'kick a dog and see how many times he comes back'; the previous and the next episodes do nothing but prove how right he was... I'm just-
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alivingtypo · 8 months ago
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you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands
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diseaseriddencube · 11 months ago
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damn bro is my new favorite alastor ship seriously going to be someone's OC from a fic I'm not even done reading 😭
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xochimillilili · 1 year ago
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I need to get fucked, bred, just be pounded with my face pressed against a pillow, ass up, cock pounding and thrusting stupidly into my dripping cunt, hearing their moans match with mine~
Yanking on my leash and making me choke and whimper as I feel them go faster, rougher, harder clenching around them, feeling how their cock throbs inside me as they tell me not to cum yet. Feeling them press their pretty mouth against my back as I cry and beg, as they bite me and mark me as there own
Telling me what a good girl I am as they unload themselves inside, as they fill me up. Calling me a slut and a pervert and the prettiest pet cumdump they've ever seen I sob into the pillow as they start fucking me again~
(This post is about queer t4t sex!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
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clairiko · 4 months ago
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i had a dream recently that wild used the four sword and its magic split him into his past, present and future selves 🤔 so ofc i had to draw this concept
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me-writes-prompts · 1 year ago
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Random + angst prompts:
By @me-writes-prompts
Yearning prompts
“I can’t stop loving you.” Angsty romance prompts
Character A gets hurt/injured ft. Character B’s feral response
Coffee shop love prompts
Situationship prompts
Situationship jealousy prompts
Heartbreaking prompts
Reuniting angst prompt
“What are we?” Prompts
Ghost x vampire prompts
More ghost x vampire prompts
Vampire x werewolf prompts
Close proximity prompts
Crush prompts
Navigating through new relationship prompts
"Please don't leave me" prompts
Lovers in "denial" prompts
Reunited lovers prompts
Grumpy x sunshine prompts
"You're too good for me" prompts
"I think...I'm in love with you" prompts
Fake dating prompts
Betrayal prompts
"What would I do without you" prompts
Roommates to lovers prompts
Ice cream prompts
Underrated trope list
First date prompts
Oblivious x pining prompts
Break up prompts
Marriage of convenience prompts
Jealously prompts
OTP bonding with their children prompts
Denial of feelings prompts
Internalized homophobia prompts
Sunshine vampire x grumpy human prompts
Party game prompts
Family fluff prompts
Hero/warrior prompts
Lovers to friends prompts
Childhood friends prompts
Self-esteem issue prompts for your ocs
Nervous/awkward couple prompts
Forced proximity but one of them is claustrophobic prompts
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i-will-write · 1 year ago
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Me, trying to write some sweet, fluff story with a happy ending to heal my soul: and then they hugged and-
My brain:
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eowynstwin · 1 month ago
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i’m drooling at ur older bf price (not much else to say except when/if u ever have more thots abt him please share 🙏)
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You curl in on yourself after sex, sometimes. It’s a pattern Price has noticed—you’ll finish, then he will, and in the humid moments after, the shutters in your eyes will close. You won’t meet his gaze.
He’s only asked once about it, and it had been so clear that the question disturbed you that he hadn’t pressed. You’d tell him, he reasoned, when you were ready—
(And he could nudge you in that direction in the meanwhile.)
The sink is put back together, cabinet door closed. Your sundress is wrapped and twisted around your midsection, naked breasts wet with his saliva and compressed against his chest as you lay panting on top of him. His shirt is in some far-off corner, thrown aside, and his jeans are around his knees.
“That was nice,” he murmurs in your ear, kissing your hair. He makes a home for his fingertips between your shoulder blades, walking the trail of your spine, up and down, slow as a tide.
“Mm-hm,” you say, out at sea. Far away.
He can’t deny that it disappoints him. But it isn’t about him, and he shouldn’t make it so. Even if it is about him, it isn’t actually about him—it’s about something else that has attached itself to him. Things are like that more often than not—deeper, older problems with hooks, the barbed kind that sink in and cling and won’t come out of their own accord.
So he keeps kissing your hair, and he keeps stroking your back. His softened cock hasn’t slipped from you yet, and he makes no move to dislodge it. You nestle closer to him; shift your body over his, a little, just for the feeling of it. He waits for the sigh—the long, steady breath you take after the act, after you’ve found yourself again in wherever it is you go after moments like this.
“This is probably weird to talk about after sex,” you say, and Price’s ears perk up.
“Nothing weird between us, dove,” he encourages. “What’s on your mind?”
You play with his chest hair a little, twirling it around with the manicured ends of your nails. (A manicure he happily paid for.)
“You’re the first man who’s ever given a damn about me,” you mumble into his neck.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says honestly. He kisses you again, because he wants to, and because he wants it to comfort you.
“You don’t make me feel stupid for not being able to do stuff on my own,” you continue. “My step—my mom’s husband. He used to make fun of me for, for getting confused about changing my car’s oil. Or he’d get annoyed at me. Or I’d need him to change my tires because I can’t do it on my own, and I’d call him for help, and he wouldn’t pick up the phone.”
“He sounds like a piece of work,” Price comments.
A younger version of himself would have offered to beat the shit out of the asshole. That self’s anger on your behalf sits radioactive in his chest even now—corrosive, roiling, righteous fury, ready to carve your name on whatever offal is left over after Price gets through with him.
But that would be for his own ego, not for you. That has no place here.
“Do you know—” and your voice breaks a little, “do you know how bad it feels when a man who’s supposed to look out for you treats you like you’re an idiot? Like you’re not smart enough to be worth helping?”
“Some,” he says. “It’s an awful feeling. I wish you didn’t know how it felt, dove. I’m sorry.”
He feels something warm and wet drip onto his chest, and your shoulders begin to shake.
It’s not the full-body, wracking cry of catharsis. Just an episode of something longer, something tired. A problem dealt with, over and over again—a wound that reopens sometimes, if it’s pulled the wrong way.
Price gathers you closer, wraps his arms around you tighter. He cups the back of your neck with one hand and murmurs “shhh” into your hair, soothing and quiet, squeezing you against him.
“I’m okay,” you say, a little watery. “Really, I am.”
“I know you are,” he says.
He tilts your face toward his, and kisses the center of your forehead. You meet his eyes with your own, wide and glistening with your tears.
“I’m always gonna help you, dove,” he promises, catching one that falls with the edge of his thumb. “And you can always ask.”
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No I don’t have daddy issues why do you ask
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pemprika · 11 months ago
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an untainted innocence
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kevindavidday · 9 months ago
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jeremy so far has been the most avoidant pov in the world because what the hell are his issues? he's not even looking directly at them he's looking around them or focusing on everyone else's issues so he doesn't acknowledge his own
like with neil there was immediate acknowledgement with the memory of his mother's burning corpse but jeremy? nothing. is it parental issues? sibling issues? self issues? why was he in therapy? did he do something? did something happen to him? who knows? he does but he's not gonna look at all that when he can look at jean instead
jeremy is neil's 'i'm fine' personified times ten thousand he's so fine he doesn't even need to say it
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aslyran · 1 year ago
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Visions
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cacaocheri · 1 year ago
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thinking about how sun is a touchy bastard and needs to be soooo sneaky to get closer to yn
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contact-guy · 6 months ago
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THE MAN WITH THE TWISTED LIP part two - part one here! - I really. really. really can't believe the part with Holmes making a pillow fort is canon. but it is.
I'm going to be at Flamecon in NYC on 8/17 and 8/18, table D41, and I will have copies of Watson's Sketchbook vol 1 for sale (I'll put it up for sale online after the con, probably early September). Please please please come talk to me about Sherlock Holmes :)
because of this and a few other trips I'm not sure when the next update will go up. I also realized that this is the 30th case I've illustrated and so I am technically halfway done with this series!
(this is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!)
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xochimillilili · 4 months ago
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Kinktober day 2: Knotting
Shit I wanna fuck my knot into my pretty little puppy so badly. Need to grip their hips and bend them over, keep them pinned down with my weight as I tear their underwear off. Shove their face lower into their plushie when they start whining that it won't fit, as I start shoving my thick throbbing cock between their legs
You're okay puppy, you're alright I've got you. I'm right here, I'll hold your hand, kiss your back and rub your hips. You're my good pup, my precious love and and I'm not stopping until I've popped my knot into your warm tight little fuck hole. We're not done until you're pumped full of my pups, and you're a blissed and fucked out puppy for me, and don't worry, I'll make it fit~
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me-writes-prompts · 1 year ago
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Romantic/soft prompts:
By @me-writes-prompts
Romantic prompts for your otp
Sickfic prompts
'Affectionate gestures that have me going feral' prompts
Cuddling prompts
'Adorable things couples do that have me feeling single af' prompts
Sweet caring prompts
Sickfic prompts 2
"I've had a really rough day and I need you to make it better" otp soft prompts
Cute smile prompts
Fluff prompts
"You're so cute when you…" prompts
Lazy morning prompts
Late night prompts
Embarrassing first meet prompts
Domestic fluff prompts
'Soft things people in love do prompts'
Early morning prompts
Kisses prompts:
By @me-writes-prompts
Kissing prompts
First kiss prompts
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