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wordshaveteeth · 2 months ago
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Why I picked this: After reading The Overstory, I decided I would read whatever Richard Powers wrote. He is now up there with John Irving for me (which also made me realise I don’t have any women authors where I feel the same. I’m working on that but if you have any suggestions feel free to send them in).
Which is to say I was always going to read this book, and I bumped it up my reading queue so I could read it straight away (it was published in September this year).
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captainfairygodmother · 3 months ago
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Watching Torchwood for the first time, I'm just about to go on to EP9 (I only started watching it yesterday afternoon), so here's some of my favourite commentary bits that I've sent to @ddrunkbard :
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sysig · 2 months ago
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my 2nd request !! The skeleton brothers wearing matching pajamas :D
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Day 13 - The Friendship Brothers
#My art#Requestober#UT#Handplates#Papyrus#Sans#Pokemon#So how matching are we talking here - are we talking Bear and Lion onesies or are we talking Identical#Obviously I have already chosen but lol#This isn't just me being Pokemon-brained! Mostly! Lol#This is me once again pulling from something smol and I have/do/be haha#It's been established that I am the Sans of our duo for a long long while now#And I have had an Umbreon kigurimi for a similarly long while! It's very comfy and silly and has been a Halloween costume for a few years#Well smol finally got one to match me <3 Espeon is her all-time favourite Pokemon as well not just of the Eevees but generally#So now we match And she gets a thing of her fave! Best of all worlds! :D#This is just a realistic image of the two of us lol we're just like them they're just like us haha#Fun funny tho - my kigurumi is just like - abstractly an Umbreon y'know? Like I Am The Umbreon my face is creature#All the Espeon kigurumi seem to have a face on them for some reason?? There are matching Umbreon faces too but like#There's no option Not to be Wearing An Espeon lol why#I do not know but I Will subject the Skelebros to it and make a pun about it lol#I had to brainstorm for it! And I got the groan-sign-off of my Papyrus hehe <3#Kigurumi have such goofy proportions haha#No one will ever guess how short my legs actually are under here! Lol#Very partial to how Sans' legs droop considerably more than Papyrus' hehe <3 <3#Had a lot of fun with his tiny hands here as well haha ♪ Good old babyhands Sans ♥
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annacoleman · 8 months ago
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Glasgow (Orchestral Version) You Me At Six
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smuggsy · 21 days ago
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i just watched all of us strangers and um, that shit hits hard
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valkyurii · 10 months ago
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when i see someone put both radahn and malenia in s tier on their boss ranking list
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sundalion · 2 years ago
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He’s trying his best Donnie
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clumsy-words-again · 5 months ago
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I cried so so hard reading your tags you rlly made all my childhood poet dreams come true bc rlky to me they’re not fully real or not fully breathing until someone shares them and you gave that to me thank you so so much I love you <3333 (literally writing through my tears rn bc HOW CAN I EVER THANK YOU AKSJSJDJ)
every time you're in my notifs i get so excited and you truly are one of the sweetest people ever thank you so much for existing I love you and one day if you publish a poetry book or a book on foraging or a book of Adventures of Lovergirl lore (love that tag) i'm gonna go crazy and get a hundred copies to hand out to people on the streets and some elders often tell me that the world is a cruel place and everyone has to struggle and In Real Life everyone will try to push me down and that I'm immature and too weak and too soft. and all that sometimes really messes with my head and then I remember you and I think. hell no. i'm gonna be kind to everyone despite everything and it's gonna be okay. people like you are the reason I could never believe the Everyone is Selfish and Evil stuff.
I hope you have the bestest life ever <333
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mydaylight · 2 years ago
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Marisa Coulter + Antigone, Sophocles: Antigone faces Creon // Marisa faces Hugh McPhail
Antigone: So for me, at least, to meet this doom of yours is precious little pain. But if I had allowed my own mother's son to rot, an unburied corpse— that would have been an agony! This is nothing. And if my present actions strike you as foolish, let's just say I've been accused of folly by a fool. (Antigone, Sophocles)
Marisa Coulter: There's probably a great deal that's mysterious to you, my Lord President, starting with the relations between a mother and her child. If you thought for one moment that I would release my daughter into the care--the care! --of a body of men with a feverish obsession with sexuality, men with dirty fingernails, reeking of ancient sweat, men whose furtive imaginations would crawl over her body like cockroaches--if you thought I would expose my child to that, my Lord President, you are more stupid than you take me for." (The Amber Spyglass, Phillip Pullman)
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lynxindisguise · 1 year ago
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congrats on surviving your shift!! i couldn't decide what genre of cursed prompt to send you, so since you survived your shift, let's pretend sirius didn't survive whatever killed him today. very much UNLIKE how I remember canon we'll just pretend he's dead for now.
do ghosts cry? can they cry? does he miss crying? does it enhance the victorian heroine factor or does it diminish it? are there different ugly/pretty crying parameters for ghosts? (you don't have to answer all of them, I got a bit excited about the science of ghost crying there sorry)
hmmmm sirius dying what a wild concept, so foreign to me…. but alright we’ll allow it for the sake of SPOOKY OOKY GHOST CRYING.
canonically, ghosts can cry because we know that moaning myrtle cries often. I think the appearance of ghost sirius’s crying is hauntingly lovely—delicate glowing tears, definite victorian heroine factor. but the noises are far more blood-curdling and unsettling. it’s less ugly crying and more scary crying.
now when he possesses remus that’s a different matter entirely. according to lynx canon, the tear volume and noises are doubled, and the explosiveness of cry is off the charts. you’ve got remus’s facial blotching paired with sirius’s expressiveness, all in all making for the supreme spooky ugly cry.
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whysamwhy123 · 1 year ago
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Welp. This fic is turning out way longer than I thought it would be. I figured it would be two quick scenes to set everything up, and then the Big 'Un. But those two scenes ended up getting longer and then I realised I need a little aside where I address that moment outside the ring after their match at WrestleDream, so more set-up. 2.8k words in and we're not even in the meat of the story yet.
If I'm being honest, I don't think what I've written so far is particularly good. Like, at all. I'm not doing a good job of conveying the necessary emotions, it's not particularly funny and you can definitely tell that I don't have a handle on how to write this pairing yet. But I kinda don't care? Before this, I spent almost two months not being able to write a single word, so I'm just happy to be writing again; and enjoying it too. I guess I'm happier with writing poorly than not being able to write at all? But sorry in advance to anyone who reads this thing, LOL, it ain't good.
Also, I've apparently made it my mission in life to include ''Pretentious filmbro Hook judges his partner's lowbrow taste in cinema,'' into every one of my WIPs. It's too perfect for OrangeHook though - OC's super into Fast and Furious and Hook would just be like ''...judging you.''
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mha-dad-friend · 2 years ago
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Just a reminder that we don't like abusers in this house. No, I don't mean bullies that are children and were traumatized and weren't taught proper emotional outlets, I'm talking about full grown adults being assholes to people that they have authority over. There's no redemption arc great enough to make me like an abuser. Ever.
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darkclouud9 · 1 year ago
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as im watching cleo and etho's secret life episodes all i can think is "damn, cloud is eating good" lol
wdym I'm completely normal about this SLASH JAY
PUFF I AM SHAKING YOU I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THEM WHATSOEVER WAAAAA
it took 3 seasons for us to finally get a solid Cletho team up I am biting everything in my path, om nom nom nom >:D
EATING SO GOOD SO TRUE. THEYRE FINALLY REAL !!! THEYRE NOT DIVORCED !!! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER !!! THEY GAVE EACH OTHER THEIR HEARTS !!!
I feel like I'm specifically going to watch Cleo's episode 20 thousand times, their episode was so cool. urghghghhgghgghhhg. love them so so much they're so fun.
still going insane over them when Gem and the Scotts are there and they completely defend each other sobbign. I HAD TO PAUSE AND STARE AT THE WALL WHEN CLEO SAID THEYD NEVER LEAVE ETHO, BUT WHEN I WENT BACK TO SEE IF I HEARD THAT RIGHT, I HEARD WHAT ETHO SAID 😭 they're so ❤️❤️ :)
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meolcwifes · 2 months ago
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I feel like I'm putting in more work for this just-for-fun powerpoint than is necessary
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rainyraisin · 5 months ago
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22 more days b4 I find out if I can go to college (GCSE results please be good I am begging you)
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bunny-jpeg · 1 month ago
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capt. john price
cw: smut/pwp, rugby au, rugby player!price, age gap (20s/40s), size difference/kink, rough sex, doggy style, headlock (slight choking), dirty talk & degrading language, breeding kink, is this ticking off boxes for anyone?
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john price was a big man. almost ten years playing professional rugby for the english team, he had bulked up since his early years on the team.  thick muscle and a nice softness over top. he was strong, able to carry all the groceries inside of your shared flat and also get his hulking frame across the field with ball in hand. he was also hairy, patches of hair across his chest down to his belly, didn't mention all the pubic hair between his legs. it obscured a lot of his tattoos that he had gotten over the years, like your name over his heart and his jersey number at his thigh (you knew you'd get too hot if you thought about his thighs too much). ��you once told him, with your tongue loose with alcohol that it was the ideal male body. that these ‘dehydrated poor excuses of men’ needed to drink water and eat some carbs. 
price was a man's man. you knew the first time you fucked him, that you'd never ever fuck with those limp dicked boys at your university. you got addicted to the feeling of a real man, one who know exactly how to make your eyes roll back and your tongue hang out, panting heavily like a good bitch you were.
post-game price was your favourite shade of john price. you could feel his electricity while in the passenger seat of the car after the match. when he pulled out of the parking lot, he placed his large hand on your thigh. he played with the edge of your skirt and kept his eyes on the road. you could tell that the wheels in his head were turning. 
  “honey?”
  “been thinkin', love.” he said as his fingers edged up your skirt a little more. like he was a teen boy rather than a forty year old man. he was teasing you, knowing that there would be no way you could both fuck in the back of his car. even it was an expensive vehicle, it would be a tight fit for such a large man and his smaller wife. 
you looked at him and said, “never a good thing for a man to think.” you giggled then yelped when he gripped your thigh suddenly. 
he chuckled a little as he continued to drive, “thinkin' about makin' a baby.” he licked his top lip, “i ain't gettin' any younger, love. and you're almost done school, so i think it's high time we start makin' a family.” his words were honey in your brain. it made you squirm. your much bigger, much older husband was asking for you to make a baby with him. 
  “someone's got baby fever.” you giggled as you placed your hand over his. the air of the car grew warmer, which made price open the window a little.  you squeaked a little bit when he gripped you harder. you felt your heart rate pick up at the feeling of his large hands on you.
he chuckled a little, as he looked at you briefly while at a stop light. he leaned in to kiss you, “of course. part of me's been thinkin' about you walking across the stage at your graduation with my little brat in your belly.” then looked back to start driving again. 
you rubbed your thighs together and felt wet at your core. you couldn't deny your husband, plus you had been subject to baby fever as well. maybe it was your body screaming for your lover. to have a part of him in you. and it wasn't like you two were being the most safe, so accidents could've happened. once back at your flat, you weren't in your clothes for long. 
price had practically ripped your skirt off of you and those large paws he called hands were groping at your plush ass with his lips on your neck.  you could feel his hard cock inside of his white briefs. the pre cum leaked through the fabric as he humped against you. he said in a heated tone, “i need it. i need her.” while made you moan then try to get your bra and panties off. you felt the heat rising in your skin, it was painfully hot for you. it excited you in ways that left you feeling hot all over. 
  “how badly, honey?”
he pulled you right up against him, his clothed cock digging into your abdomen, “more than anythin'. i need ‘er.  i need ’er stuff full. want it to smell like me for months. and if it doesn't, i'll just fill 'er up again.” he slapped your ass and watched you moan with your back arched. he groped the cheek one last time before he took his naked wife to the bedroom. 
his clothes were tossed to the side too, the t-shirt from the rugby league and basketball shorts. once everything was off, you admired your lover for a long moment. seeing all the heft and hair on him. his body that was so strong that he could easily crush you in his bicep or between his thighs. it made your core throb as you got into bed. 
  “nah, nah.” price said as he got onto the bed and grabbed your hips, “i need a deeper angle, somethin' to really show her i love you.” then patted your pussy before he gripped onto your hips once more and turned you onto your stomach. he then angled your hips up then dragged a finger across your achy slit. he chuckled, “there she is.” then leaned in to give your slick cunt a little blow, watching your hole flutter.
  “mmm please, honey.” you arched your back as you felt your husband so close to you. your hulking husband who only hours earlier was running across the field, fighting his way through the other team. his strong legs carried him and you were sitting in the stands with your thighs pressed together with need. 
price replied, “i know, i know. i know you need me” he rubbed his achy cock up against your slit, “always so good for me. knew for the moment i met ya that i wanted ya for the rest of my days.” there was an age gap between you two, but in all fairness, it turned you on even more. knowing that this handsome older man wanted to make sure that his cock was buried in you. 
when he pressed into you, your back arched. you gasped heavily into the covers as he lifted your hips further to get a better angle to sink into you. he laid over top of you, his fuzzy body up against your back. he pressed his weight onto you and kept that heavy cock of his snug inside of you. you groaned loudly, muffled by the pillows under your head. 
  “honey.” you whined as you felt the ache of his cock so deep in you. 
he got one of his hefty arms around your throat, keeping you further pinned against the bed. it wasn't hard enough to choke the lights out of ou. but enough to have pressure that made your head swim. it all felt so good and just just started. your voice was strained when price started to rut against you. his pace wasn't fast like a young stallion, but they were hard. every thrust of his hips were lazily slow but hit the back of your pussy perfectly. his cock had a thickness to it, you had carried rolls of ground beef that weighed less than his cock. not to mention the forest of pubic hair anf his breeder balls. he was a perfect man, body and all. he  took you so well. 
  “she likes me.” he said, “your pretty cunt. i bet you were thinkin' about me on the field. all dirty and roughed up, yeah. bet you wished i fucked ya right in the locker room. let the boys hear how i make my girl feel. bruise that poor pussy of yours.” he said, words hot in your heat. it made sweat settle over you.
you whimpered a little against the covers, “please, john. ah!”
he continued to fuck you, his pace was aggressive and it made you see stars. his arm was still around your throat and you could feel your pulse in your jaw. he left messy kisses on your face, leaving your cheek wet. you whimpered and clenched around his cock which only made him fuck you harder. you were such a good little wife for him. being so good to your man while he wrecked your sweet little hole. 
  "honey! please! you whimpered as you arched your back, but didn't get far due to the impressive size of your lover. you felt pinned under him, his strength. you gasped out another noise as the blunt head of his cock kept bullying your sweet insides. letting it make a huge mess of you, his cock was soaked in your wetness. it dripped down his hairy balls. he loved making his girl feel good. 
he continued to kiss your face, not quite getting your lips. his facial hair brushed against your heated skin and made you over sensitive. his mouth kept running as he kept moving. he felt hot all over, like a heat in his gut as he battered your sweet insides, “my perfect woman.  know how to take me so well. meant to take me. givin' me the privilege to make you a mama. ya like that? showin' up to uni with a little extra next semester. my dutiful little wife. keepin' up her studies while she nursing my babe.” he chuckled as he continued to keep that pussy of yours nice and filled. 
you gasped and moaned into the covers. you could be as loud as you wanted, you were in the safety of your bedroom as price rutted against you. your body was sweaty and your head was swimming. it was so painfully erotic, you felt hot all over. your heart thumped in your chest with a heavy beat as price kept moving against you. 
  “you're lucky you have the ring already. if your classmates saw you with a nice round middle, they might have gotten the wrong idea about you. that you're a dirty slag who can't keep her legs closed.” he chuckled as he licked down the sweat on the side of your neck, “dirty bird. but it's alright, we're married. you're my wife. mrs. jonathan price. about time you got a little one in your belly.” he pressed further into you and it made your head spin. his cock felt like it was pressing into your stomach. 
  “i love you.” you panted.
he finally kissed your lips, or at least the corner as he tightened his hold around your throat, “i love ya too, sweet thing. lettin' my cock bully your sweet insides. made for me, all of me. don't worry, be keepin' that womb warm for a long time. hope ya like 'em big, price boys can be a handful.” he laughed as he kissed the back of your neck. 
he was fully crowded in your space as he worked your sweet pussy. you barely had time to think before you felt the flash of orgasm through your body. it was like being engulfed in a quick heat while your body tensed up and your mind went blank. your pussy drooling on his cock, beckoning him to finish inside of you. 
a good husband always finishes in his wife. 
with a few more heavy thrusts against your limp body price finished inside of you. he pushed his cock all the way inside of you and made sure that your hips were at an angle that made it easier for you to get pregnant. he clutched onto you as he slowed down to a stop. your eyes rolled back a little as he pulled out. the loss of pressure made you whine. you weren't able to form any proper thoughts, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as your husband rolled you onto your back and kissed you deeply on the lips. 
no need to think, mrs. price. let your rugby playing husband do all the decision making. <3
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