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ask-cloverfield · 11 months ago
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babycupart · 1 year ago
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lakemichiganlolita · 7 months ago
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If you were actually a feminist you’d be writing lesbian porn about real people who are already women
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incorrect-hs-quotes · 1 year ago
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Aradia: d00m y0urself bef0re the narrative d0es
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crumplehat · 2 months ago
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TAKE A GOOD HARD LOOK ‼️‼️‼️‼️
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thekenikaridevblog · 6 months ago
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beebeeyoba · 8 months ago
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training how to draw these knuckleheads because din needs to bridal carry luke STAT!!!!!
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intermundia · 1 year ago
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Ὄλβιος ὅστις ἐρῶν γυμνάζεται οἴκαδε ἐλθών εὕδειν σὺν καλῷ παιδὶ πανημέριος olbios hostis erōn gymnazetai oikade elthōn heudein sun kalō paidi panēmerios
the sixth century BC poet theognis is famous for his "gnomic" poetry, which unfortunately is not poetry written by or for gnomes, but rather is poetry full of ethical maxims and practical life advice, like exercise naked and fuck twinks when the sun shines, and i think that's really beautiful
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coldasyou · 4 months ago
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have you remembered to be condescending online today?
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gudakko · 2 years ago
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visions--of--collisions · 1 year ago
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EXCERPT: but you're gonna need some help (outta those) [spiderverse, hobie brown/miles morales, rated e: pink suit-inspired pwp]
Miles’ arm moves against his ribs, and the both of them gasp a bit at the space that appears between them when he retracts his web. It pulls Hobie out most of the way, but he grits his teeth against the sensitivity as it sets in, coaxing Miles to tighten his arms and legs around him. He crawls backwards slowly until he can feel the floor with his toes, unsticks from the wall, and promptly slumps to the ground. ‘Hobes!’ Miles yelps, startled, still kind of breathless, and then: ‘Hobie …’ More of a complaint, this time, but Hobie can hear the lightness and he capitalises on it, twisting and tipping forward until Miles is on his back under him with Hobie’s clinging arms pinned between him and the floor. ‘Man …’
The laugh creaks out of Hobie, rusty like a hinge, and he plants a sucking kiss on the soft skin below Miles’ ear before propping himself up on his forearms. Miles is still kind of in his lap, legs spread around Hobie’s hips, but he looks up at Hobie like he’s not the one who’s pinned. Hobie flutters his eyelashes at him, grinning stupidly. Miles groans; he scrubs at his eyes and stretches, blinking down at himself. He makes a face. It’s a goddamn mess between them, right from where their cocks lie softening to the collar of Miles’ rucked-up sweatshirt. The less said about the situation around their thighs, the better.
He lifts up the hem, mouth pursed. Miles pauses when Hobie’s eyes track the movement; he shoots him a disbelieving look. ‘You know I’m gonna be wearing this every day, right?’ he points out.
‘Fine by me,’ Hobie growls, with only slightly exaggerated interest. Miles groans again, wrestling with the hem, and Hobie laughs as he helps him work it up and off over his head. ‘Ay, shush. We can call it exposure therapy, yeah?’ One corner of his mouth twitches higher than the other when Miles gives him a hairy eyeball as he rolls the sweatshirt down  his arms and tosses it aside. Hobie gives him a minute to take stock in peace, very tactfully ignoring the dampness smeared across his chest, keeping any observations about how good or not a look that’s just gloves and web shooters may be to himself. 
The crease in Miles’ forehead is a less welcome sight, all told. ‘You good?’
Miles blinks. He looks at Hobie’s face and leaves off his fumbling with the clasp of his web shooter to smooth a hand down his shoulder, kissing his teeth around a smile. ‘Yeah, I’m good! I’m great,’ he adds, huffing with quiet laughter. Hobie tilts his head at him, mostly convinced, and Miles goes back to undoing the clasp. He leaves the cuff off to the side and flexes his gloved fingers thoughtfully. ‘I dunno, I just - I can’t figure out if I want these shorter or not.’
‘Is it?’ Hobie frowns and carefully extracts his arms to reach for Miles’ other hand. The clinging fabric has mostly stayed in place despite the tension Miles’ web must have put on it, but he smooths it out anyways, considering. ‘Looks pretty good as is, from here,’ he offers. The callus on his thumb catches on the fastening of Miles’ web shooter when he unthinkingly strokes the underside of his wrist.
Miles hums as he watches Hobie take it off and lay it beside the other. He’s visibly conflicted. ‘It’ll mess with the line of the suit,’ he points out.
‘Could make ‘em a feature,’ Hobie suggests. He narrows his eyes, trying to picture how that might look with a Miles-specific twist. It’s been a minute since he’s used his spraypaint signature, outside of the Spider symbol …
Miles’ eyebrows arch toward his hairline at that. ‘Well …’ When Hobie looks at him curiously, he gnaws on his lip before continuing: ‘Margo had this idea, for like - a short-sleeved suit. Since, I mean, I’ll be wearing the sweater overtop anyways, so it’s not like anyone’s gonna know until I lose it. And that’ll be pretty tricky with the way the cuff’s elasticated around …’
Hobie perks up. ‘Oh, you mean your sweater paws?’
There’s a faint thunk as Miles drops his head to the floor. He immediately looks so put upon that Hobie knows it’s not the first time he’s heard this. ‘You don’t - that’s not … I can’t …’
He props his cheek on his fist. ‘Damn, Mags already beat me to it? That’s humiliating.’
Miles knocks him in the side with his leg. ‘Yeah, you should feel bad. Derivative,’ he accuses. ‘Inauthentic. Ain’t a drop of originality between you.’
‘Alright now …’
Miles opens his mouth, but he looks at Hobie’s bemused face and immediately seems to run out of steam. He sighs gustily, instead. ‘She won’t change the filename back,’ he complains. ‘Ugh. Lemme up.’
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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miasmaticinfection · 4 months ago
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watermelinoe · 6 months ago
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post kitties plz
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incorrect-hs-quotes · 1 year ago
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Rose: Wtf is "Galentines Day", just have gay sex
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lottieurl · 1 month ago
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