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SWTOR as text posts, part 1/?
#swtor#swtor text posts#not specific to any of my characters#they just happen to be in the shot#swtor 6.2 spoilers#(i guess)
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what’s happened now?? oh pangur….
#she was JUST AT the vet for her solensia shot#this morning everything was fine#then around noon she walked into the room with one eye half-shut and leaking yellow-green mucus#pal??? what happened?#I’ll give it another day or so to see if it clears on its own
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hey melody whatcha got there
#taffy art#slarpg#melody amaranth#frog ball#drawpile#furry art#i just wanted to draw her because it's been ages since i last did#but i didn't have any actual pose ideas past the initial bust shot so this just kinda happened
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welcome to the promised land
#shadow the hedgehog#sonic adventure 2#sa2b#imagine ur sister just got shot before ur eyes and u wake up and#this is the world she told you about#the movie trailer made me think abt rain and this happened#my art#my comics#btw. i cant believe i have to say this. but this is very clearly anti military#just in case anyone gets the idea its pro somehow just bc i depict it#u wont believe but ive had bootlickers in my commens before. ew
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#wow can stuff just stop happening#joe biden#biden#usa politics#breaking news#destiel#spiderman#president biden#política#please#trump was shot a WEEK AGO#I would like to not live through unprecedented times for five minutes#donald trump#fuck trump#fuck the gop#kamala harris#2024 presidential election#2024 presidential race#tumblr#tumblr news#spiderman far from home#tom holland
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“curses only have power when you believe in them…and i don’t.”
practical magic | 1998 | dir. griffin dunne
#practical magic#moviegifs#userfilm#filmgifs#doyouevenfilm#userrobin#userconstance#usermarina#userbbelcher#chewieblog#fantasysource#holidaysource#fyeahmovies#usersugar#dailyflicks#sandra bullock#nicole kidman#this wasn't meant to be so...faceless lol it kinda just happened bc i like these shots!#fantasyseries*#myedit
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they’re just a little bit competitive
#danny phantom#this definitely started with dan complaining about being human and danny defending it#danny fenton#dark danny#obligitory what happens when danny is shot post#vlad having an evangelion basement full of clones is funny to me#the clones can die#but dan is already dead so he can just grab another one#danny can only die through neglect#is he still human?#debatable#at least he’s alive tho#guns#blood#college au
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quinn eating you out after you come home from a long day, letting you use him as stress relief
you had been tense from the stress of your workplace all day, your muscles aching all over your body. you were tired, overworked, and ready for a glass of wine and trashy tv.
when quinn saw your state, though? he knew exactly what you needed. he ran you a hot bath—which he joined, of course—rubbing soothing circles into your tight muscles in the warm water. the bath quickly turns into a shower so you can actually feel clean, but quinn won’t allow you to lift a finger. he lathers soap onto your body and massages the products into your hair, nearly lulling you to sleep standing up.
he wraps your body in a fluffy towel as you step out of the warm stream of water, drying your body gently before working on his own. walking into the bedroom to get a fresh set of pajamas, quinn comes up behind you and stops you before you can get the drawer open.
“uh-uh. no clothes yet,” he tsks, pushing your hand away. you look up at him confused.
“quinn, i’m wet and cold, why can’t i get dressed yet? you’re dressed,” you point out his plaid pajama pants, appreciating the lack of a shirt, though.
he smirks at you, grabbing your hands, walking backwards while leading you towards the bed.
“because, your stress free evening isn’t over,” he lets himself fall onto the end of the bed in a sitting position, looking up at you while wiggling the towel off of your body.
once the fabric is on the floor, quinn admires your body standing bare in front of him. he sees the layer of goose-bumps on your skin from the chilly air of the apartment, your taut nipples staring right at him. he reaches around you to take a handfuls of your ass, pushing you towards him.
you instinctively separate your legs to stand on either side of his thighs, feeling his chin graze the skin right above your belly-button. soft, warm puffs of air from his nose hit your cold skin, causing the muscles there to twitch. you look down at him, seeing his soft, grey eyes looking back up at you. a small smile breaks out on his face, the weight of his chin no longer felt on your body as he pulls back barely an inch.
before you can miss the contact, you watch as he touches his lips to the skin, eyes still looking brightly up at you. you toss your head back as you sigh, the feeling of his warm tongue coming out to tease along with the movement of his lips sending shivers through your spine.
you bring your hands up to rest in his unruly curls, their damp softness providing just enough to ground you, worried you’ll float away as he goes from open-mouth kisses to fully just licking your skin.
still looking up at you, even though he can’t see your face, he licks a stripe up and down, from above your navel to dangerously low territory. when you feel his tongue dip to the very bottom of your stomach, your head flies up with a gasp.
you’re met with the sight of quinn smirking up at you, clearly pleased with the reaction. “s’it working?” he asks you, still kneading the flesh of your ass.
“mmmm don’t know, still feel a little stressed,” you respond with a teasing smile, taking your hand and pushing the hair off of his forehead, bringing your hand to rest on the back of his head.
quinn’s shoulders shake lightly, his forehead leaning forward to rest against your stomach now, his hair tickling the sensitive area as he shakes his head back and forth. he pulls back to look up at you once again, eyes bright with amusement.
“well, guess we’ll have to get straight to it then,” he lightly taps your ass, removing his hands as he lays back, now flat on the bed in front of you.
you stand there and stare at him, not sure what he’s doing. his feet are still planted to the floor, his arms now extended at the elbow, hands clasped together to cradle his head as it lays on them. it’s your turn to admire his body. you’ve always loved the toned nature of his abdomen, but loved the fact there’s still somehow a softness to it at the same time even more. you watch the rise and fall of his even, steady breaths, lost in a near trance-like state.
he lifts his head up only enough to look at you, the rest of his body planted firmly against the mattress.
“well…are you gonna come get your stress relief or not?” he asks you, gesturing to his face, then letting his arms drop by his sides.
your stomach jumps at the realization of what he’s insinuating. he watches the fire in your eyes ignite, his lips once again curling into a smirk.
you waste no time crawling onto the bed, resting your knees on either side of his head, lining yourself up to his mouth perfectly.
you hear him take a deep inhale, your scent always driving him crazy.
looking down at him for permission to alleviate the small burn starting in your thighs, you find he’s not even look at your face. his stare is held on your slick core, licking his lips like he’s at an all you can eat. which, in his eyes, he is.
“ready?” you ask him, missing his warm mouth already.
his eyes snap to your face. “stress reliever, at your service,” he responds, not waiting for you to lower yourself to him. with his hands on your ass again, he pushes you down as he raises his head up, wasting no time in burying himself in your folds.
you cry out, his tongue ferociously lapping and sucking at your clit, his large hands massaging your ass once again.
the quick pace of his tongue stuns you to stillness, not realizing you hadn’t moved until quinn starts rocking your body back and forth for you. he slides his tongue up and down your cunt as he did your stomach earlier, his nose bumping and rubbing against your clit deliciously.
your soft pants and his slurping are the only two sounds to be heard in the room, until quinn lets out a low growl as you start grinding down on his face harder.
the vibrations cause a jolt to run through your core, your body leaning forward just enough for his tongue to tease your entrance.
“scoot. up more,” he mumbles against you, guiding you by your ass right where he wanted you.
the feeling of his tongue sliding inside of you draws out a high pitched yelp. he stabs the muscle in and out harshly, loving the feeling of your walls sucking him in as he laps up every drop of your sweetness.
you bring your hands up to toy with your hard nipples, needing to occupy yourself with something before you lose your mind.
you ride his tongue as he continues to grunt and growl into you, feeling every twitch and flick of the thick muscle.
the added stimulation to the sensitive buds on your chest has your release growing faster than you can keep up with. it’s like someone’s blowing up a balloon inside of you, the pressure building and building until it finally-
“quinn!” you cry out, the graze of his teeth against your sensitive flesh being the needle that popped the balloon.
your whole body is bathed in warmth, limbs shaking as he doesn’t let his pace falter, still bringing your body down farther onto his now slick face, making sure not a drop of your honey goes anywhere except his awaiting tongue.
you start to come down from your high, attempting to slow the steady rock of your body, but quinn pushes against your efforts. he keeps your momentum going, tongue still exploring every inch of your now swollen pussy.
“q, i-“ you hiss at the sensitivity, not being able to finish your sentence because of the quick work his tongue is swirling onto your clit.
“one more…you’ve got one more in you, i can feel it,” he commands up into you, going back to work the second the words are out of his mouth.
your whine, already feeling the swirl of another orgasm approaching.
quinn’s assault is only getting more aggressive, now fully nipping at your folds, each little pinch another tick closer to your release.
“close, quinny, so close,” you tell him, breathlessly.
his tongue enters you once again, this time staying buried there, grazing every surface it can find. he brings a hand around to toy with your clit while his tongue is otherwise occupied, opting for small pats instead of fast circles.
the dull, repetitive nature of the pats is what has your second orgasm of the night bursting out of you. you scream quinn’s name like a mantra, nothing else on your mind other than him.
he smirks through your orgasm this round, feeling your walls flutter around him, milking your sticky sweetness from your body like he’s the thirstiest man alive and you were a fresh spring.
after you recover from your second high, you take a few deep breaths, trying to remember how to control your limbs. when you manage to lift a knee off of the bed, quinn’s hand is flying up to force it back down, his tongue still swirling and flicking inside of you.
“quinn, i-i can’t. not-“ you whimper as he presses a finger against your clit and holds it there, applying a constant pressure. “not another one. can’t do it.”
quinn doesn’t let you surrender, however, the one hand still on your ass lifting and coming down in a harsh smack, the sound nearly lost in the symphony of squelches and moans.
he removes his tongue, and mouth, from you long enough to bark out a gruff “three’s the magic number. you’re not done until i say so,” before his tongue is buried in you for a third time tonight.
you almost fall forward, the sensitivity nearly crippling. your body surprises you, though. somehow, without your knowledge, your nerves are already winding up again, ready to explode any second.
between the now smacks on your clit—his soft pats long gone—and his tongue reaching as far into your entrance as possible, you don’t even know how or when, but suddenly your vision goes white and you feel nothing but what can be described as total and complete pleasure coursing through your veins.
quinn is shocked at how easy it was to pull your third release from you, feeling spurts of your sweet juices expel his tongue from your clenching core. he lets the drops glide down his throat, groaning at how amazing you always taste, but especially tonight.
you didn’t even know you screamed until you felt the scratch of your throat, the stars subsiding from your vision as you feel quinn’s tongue gently licking around you, cleaning up every last ounce of liquid from your spent cunt.
he decides you’ve had enough, finally releasing your shaking thighs, letting you lift one over his head and fall back onto the bed to lay beside of him. he turns over onto his side to look at you, always enjoying how pretty you look after an orgasm, much less three.
the rapid rise and fall of your chest starts to slow as you fully come down from the whole experience, turning your head to look at him.
your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.
his face is quite literally dripping with your release. his nose, his mouth, his chin are all covered with your slick juices. he’s leaning on one arm, while the other is being used to ‘clean’ his face.
and by ‘cleaning’ you mean he’s taking a finger across the wet areas, collecting the moisture on his finger before licking it clean and repeating the process.
when he notices you looking over at him, his actions cease and he smiles down at your fucked out state.
“so….you still stressed?”
#oh my fucking god#i don’t know WHAT just happened#but i think i literally blacked out#i’m sweating#quinn hughes#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes x y/n#quinn hughes blurb#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes smut#quinn hughes one shot#quinn hughes fanfiction#quinn hughes fluff#hockey#nhl#hockey blurb#hockey smut#hockey fic#vancouver canucks#qh43#nhl blurb#nhl oneshot#nhl imagine#nhl fanfic#nhl x reader#nhl fic#nhl fanfiction
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Do you think that the people of Gotham are ever just trying to enjoy their day and then see one of the Waynes walk into the cafe they’re at or go to the movies at the same time as them, and think, “Great, my chances of being a part of a hostage situation has just been raised by 20-40%”
#one time an intern at WE had her lunch break ruined because Tim liked the same coffee shop as her and kept getting kidnapped#by the third time as goon points a gun at you you honestly consider if it’d be better if you just got shot#The percentage depends on the Wayne#Bruce dick or Tim? yeah those suckers are getting ransomed#Damian or Cass? could happen. unlikely. they fight back.#Jason Steph or Duke? less likely. Jason’s dead. Steph isn’t a Wayne. Duke has a day job#batfam#batkids#Batman#Bruce Wayne#dick Grayson#Tim drake#Jason Todd#damian wayne#stephanie brown#duke thomas#cassandra cain
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Master, I am a professional. I've seen the two of you together. Every one of your darkest desires craves him.
#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#bg3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#scleritas fel#the dark urge#bg3edit#gamingedit#*#the first line doesn't actually happen while it focuses on him sleeping it's just a continuous shot of sceleritas but. i can do what i want#ANYway!!!!!! jokes on you my ugly little butler
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Dev this is serious stop beatboxing.
#fop nature au#fop#fairly oddparents#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents a new wish#dev dimmadome#fop dev#dale dimmadome#emetophobia#art#digital art#fanart#comic#Sorry for taking so long on this I was procrastinating bcs its just kinda a context page that needs to exist for other stuff to happen#I love it when they interact like disgruntled roommates#like on one had he SHOT HIM on the other hand whats Dev supposed to do? Go no contact?? Hes ten#This takes place like 2 days after the deer attack#Dale got whisked away to fairy world to get speed healed and had his memory wiped of the whole thing#Devs relationship with his dad is so messy cause like yes his dad hurt him but also thats his dad and he loves him.#even if his dad doesnt love him back#He wants to Want To Hurt his dad. thats the right way to feel about after what he did. and he does feel that way sometimes.#but on some level its was kind of a relief to hear that he couldnt wish harm on people#because even if he could he isnt sure he could go through with it#and there would be nothing worse than having the power to do something and yet. not#sorry if that sounds insane#complicated relationships with your abuser my beloved#also just the quiet acceptance Dev has for (what he thinks is) Peri straight up lying to his face#Dev likes Peri a lot but he is also deeply aware that Peri hides a lot of things from him#I think he appreciates that Peri tries to shield his feelings. His dad doesnt do that#ofc Peri isnt actually lying here I just think the layers of such a small interaction are hilarious
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Kingdom Hearts 3 - Rage Form
#kingdom hearts 3#kh3#sora#rage form#formchange#my gif#i activated rage form while battling saix and the moon just so happened to be perfectly in frame#it was such a beautiful shot i had to gif it
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Iida, bro, you Gotta remember to knock first ...
#im almost sorry iida had to interrupt- but i just dont think it would happen until... much much later lol#was gonna wait to post but im sick of seein it in my drafts and then everypanelofizuku got to The Panels so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#tododeku#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#shoto todoroki#shouto todoroki#tenya iida#bnha fanart#mha fanart#bnha comic#mha comic#digital art#this takes place after the stain arc btw! i will always think of the shot in the anime where iida leaves and its just tddk alone..#like... todo Probably could have left then too- but i like to think he stayed bc he wanted to be alone with izuku /////#ah mutual pining my good friend mutual pining <3#the version of bnha that lives in my head#mha#bnha#olly art#tddk
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There's something so comforting to me about Pedro Pascal's later success in life. It gives me hope that even though I feel behind compared to my peers, there's still a chance for me. If you just keep going, and be stubborn, you might just get what you want.
#I've seen so many interviews about him talking about his later success#and its so comforting#cause he's like I have no other talents so Im stuck with acting#and he had so many no's in his life#and then tlou happened and he shot up in the list#and look at him now#pedro pascal#it's just inspirational to me#Im sappy asf
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i’m literally soo addicted to the idea that armand continues to visit daniel and make him forget for decades after they first get together. armand needs to read everything daniel’s ever written and needs to own signed copies of all of his books and needs to be there in the background from all his major life events. he’s there as a shoulder to cry on at the end of his first marriage, and again at the second. he’s the stranger at the bar who daniel tells about his daughters even though his relationship with them is crumbling. i need armand to be obsessed with daniel in every way he can manage and daniel to reciprocate every time. i need daniel to start aging and armand to be more excited every time he sees signs of it, and daniel — before he remembers — is confused and flattered and fond of the beautiful young man who curiously combs through his gray hairs and prods at his new wrinkles. and every time daniel remembers he's more angry, more hurt, more willing to beg (or demand) for armand not to do it again. and it gets more difficult for armand to do it every time, but that doesn't stop him. why should daniel remember how much he loves him?
#iwtv#devil's minion#i NEED to finish my current wip so i can write the in universe one shot where they have teary missionary at the memoir launch party.#i know i bring it up all the time but it's like my magnum opus that hasn't happened yet#oh god this also aligns perfectly with the concepts of this fic i just read that made me scream and cry and throw up
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#HEHEHE THEY'RE SO CUTE I LOVE THEMMM#such a shame these scenes are so brief 😭#avatar#avatar 2#the way of water#sully family#jake sully#neytiri#neteyam#kiri#lo'ak#jeytiri#lì'fya leNa'vi#gif#i'm actually not sure whether Jake is meant to be saying “sloa tsyal” (wide wing) or “slotsyal” (stormglider) here#but i thiiiiiink i hear the -a sound in there#i mean i suppose it doesn't REALLY matter; either one would make sense in this context#and the species name “slotsyal” derives from “sloa tsyal” anyways (as I'm sure you could've guessed hrh)#(btw “syu” is not a real word; just the closest I could come to the “whoosh” sound effect he's making with Forest dialect phonetics hrh)#it sounds like he also says something else before Neytiri says “hufwe” but I can't make out what it's supposed to be#cuz the voiceover narration is talking over it -_-;#in the next shot when Neytiri is running around she also says something#sounds like it might be “tysal latsu” meaning roughly “must be a wing”#or perhaps “tsyal atun” meaning “red/orange wing” which would make sense with Kiri's little Toruk toy#but I think there's an S sound in there so idk#again it's hard to tell because the narration is playing over it#SHUT UP NARRATION JAKE I'M TRYING TO HEAR WHAT'S HAPPENING IN THE SCENE 😭#oh well
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