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chongotheartist · 7 months
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Classic Art Style study
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bharatpharmaceuticals · 4 months
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Which Blunt are you picking!
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the-fandom-queenxox · 4 months
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Whilst making more "some eggs as twitter and tumblr posts" fodder I saw that I had this post in my gallery so, here enjoy :)
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mcondance · 10 months
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allow me to speak about kissing stevo for just a second
at punk shows stevo kisses dirty. against a wall in the crowded, hot room, punks bumping against punks in the mosh while you and stevo bump tongues just a couple feet away.
you both never really know who initiated it; just know that one second you were pushing and shoving and the next you’ve got each others tongues in your mouth, and your back is hitting the cool wall behind you.
you both grunt at the impact, his hands flying to your face and yours tangling in his shirt. he tastes like bud and liquor, some cheap shit that burns more than it tastes good. you taste like vanilla and weed. gripping your face with both hands is how he keeps you against him, and he lets you yank his body against yours with your tight grip on his shirt, pulling his lean frame as close to yours as you can. the sounds that escape you both are almost animalistic, growls and grunts and cut off curses that match the atmosphere.
stevo kisses filthy, tongue and spit and big hands cupping your face, his body pressing you into the wall. his tongue doesn’t stay in its place, instead exploring and tasting your lips, swirling around your mouth until your chin is cold from the air against his spit. he doesn’t take breaks to breathe, just inhales and exhales into your mouth until you’re sure the air you both are breathing is just the others cycled back.
in his van stevo kisses thoroughly. he kisses soft, big hand rubbing gently across your cheek as you both lean over the console. pulled over somewhere in an abandoned park, you swap spit and lick into each other’s mouth with leisure. it’s a date, sort of, an impromptu trip to the gas station and a drive around the slc.
closed mouth pecks turn into deeper kisses, less and less time between each one until it becomes unbearable to separate. there’s no where to go, he takes his time to taste you, to lick at your vanilla flavored gloss, to really feel your tongue against his. he tastes like the snacks you shared earlier. chocolate flavor lingers on his tongue.
with swollen lips he devours you, pleasureful and satisfied, softer music than his usual punk stuff flowing quietly from his radio. its changed songs a handful of times the whole time you’ve been kissing and you’ve lost track of how long it’s even been, the cassette flipping from his music to yours, a shared mixtape you’d crafted one night. wet smacks fill the air, the soft pops of your lips disconnecting just to merge again do too, heads swaying from one side to the other.
his nose bumps against yours, and your hands are caressing either side of his face. it’s calm, it’s romantic. he hums and you embrace, making the most of this moment. somehow, you don’t run out of breath, the small inhales and exhales you take supplying your almost unbroken kisses.
at your place stevo kisses comfortably. his hands run up your back, or grip at your thighs on either side of him, his back curved to allow him to reach your lips. sunlight streams in through the windows and another cassette plays. bob’s out with trish, should be out all night and that’s perfect, it feels different when it’s just you and stevo.
with your face in his hands is how he kisses you, open-mouthed and sloppy, blissful moans flowing from his lips. something feels different about kissing you in the room that you share, on the blanket that you both agreed on, in the space you’ve both cultivated.
you feel warm inside. his hand finds your chin when you take a second to breathe, tilting your lips to his again, blues low and dark as he commits your face to memory again. stevo’s in fucking love, and you feel it every time he moves his lips against yours, every time he gets to taste you on his tongue. you taste like you, a beautiful something he’s gotten used to. he’s comfortable, sure of what he has with you, and you can feel it in every kiss. he tastes like him.
stevo kisses like he wants to marry you (he does). he kisses sweet and tender and so unlike his outward appearance. hands tangled in his blue hair, you return his devotion.
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localgardenweed · 2 months
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How the fuck do the nations like, get money? Do they have their own jobs or are these accommodations being provided by their governments? If so like technically are taxes paying for Alfred’s PS5? Or did he have to go work at McDonald’s for that?
Like for housing do they get all their shit for free and like endless water and electric bill or do they pay it themselves, and if they cant lay it then fuck it. Do they get paid for being the personified nation and just doing the random shit their bosses them them to do like? WHERE IS THE MONEY COMING FROM???
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bruiserdarula · 30 days
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greenswing · 9 months
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Been on a rayman nostalgia trip with @lynnbutlertron and they insisted that I should post these here!!!! Shout out to the 6 rayman x globox fans on the entire internet
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sspacetravelss · 4 months
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LMAOOOO this was years ago when all those disposable vapes were justtt coming out 🤣 I figured out a new place to store them and better yet you don't even need hands!🤣
We have advanced to geek bars and are hopelessly addicted to them 🤣
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mmemirrorball · 7 months
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a little valentines esque taylor doodle for today
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beeg-bark · 6 months
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pinning someone down and they're struggling against you and then they hit you with the dom stare, and so you don't really want to let go but you're excited to see what will happen so you loosen your grip a little bit and they say "you're loosening your grip" and you say "yeah i wanted to see what would happen" and they hit you with the "don't let go" with the fucking dom death stare look in your eyes so you have no choice but to obey and then they spend the rest of the time criticising you and making you readjust your grip ughhhhh
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garadinervi · 1 year
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Chohreh Feyzdjou, Série H, (wood, glue, fabric, pigments, and walnut stain; dimensions variable), 1989-1993 [FNAC Fonds national d'art contemporain, La Défense, Paris. CAPC musée d’art contemporain de Bordeaux, Bordeaux. © Chohreh Feyzdjou. Photo: © Bernard Fontanel]
Catalogue: Global/Local 1960–2015: Six Artists from Iran, Edited and with a preface and essay by Lynn Gumpert, Essay by Media Farzin, Contributions by Claire Brandon, Kara Fiedorek, Julia Pelta Feldman, Khaled Malas, and Ally Mintz, Afterword by Abby Weed Grey, Grey Art Gallery, New York University, New York, NY, 2016
Exhibition: Global/Local 1960–2015: Six Artists from Iran, January 12 – April 2, 2016. Feat. works by Faramarz Pilaram, Parviz Tanavoli, Chohreh Feyzdjou, Shiva Ahmadi, Shahpour Pouyan, and Barbad Golshiri
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byler-alarmist · 2 months
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I love Cannibal Byler AU. When will Cannibal Byler AU come home from war
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murderousink23 · 3 months
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06/13/2024 is National Kitchen Klutzes of America Day 🇺🇸, National Sewing Machine Day 🧵🪡🇺🇸, National Weed your Garden Day 🇺🇸, National Career Nurse Assistants Day 🇺🇸, International Albinism Awareness Day 🇺🇳
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soggy-bitch · 2 years
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okay i'm gonna say it bc i'm literally so brave...
stoner sero but like. the most cute and wholesome one. his bong is always cleannn, he rolls his joints with rose petals and herbal blends and folds cute little shapes into the filters. he carries eyedrops and gum always, he puts ice in the bong for special occasions, or for the newbies... he's literally the best person ever to smoke with for the first time. he's got a jar-return situation going with his plug to reduce his single-use plastic waste, he will literally NEVER let somebody feel pressured to smoke if they don't want to, he makes sure to take breaks and to take care of his lungs...
(cause listen I always see ppl being mad about sero being a stoner bc he's a health-nut [or the whole thing about latino!sero HCs and harmful stereotypes but honestly I just think that white ppl need to chill tf out on that headcanon like it's not really For Us and you're making it Weird.]
but like... there are stoner health-nuts? there are highly ambitious, health-conscious people who like weed? these two things are not mutually exclusive?? goddamn just let the man smoke some damned marijuana)
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bruiserdarula · 14 days
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