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red-carter · 3 months ago
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I forget how much I want to share my positivity and whatnot because I've been a tad more reserved for my own sanity. But like, to everyone I know, hell, even if I *don't* know you. This is especially for you.
The world sucks, I know that. On this world we're just living, and we wanna have fun. There are a lot of times where it all just, doesn't work out, and then there are the fun moments. We all struggle, at least a little bit, and if you don't, I apologize but I don't believe you. But, I'm glad you don't struggle if you truly haven't.
Now, I don't know your story, or if I do, then I'm happy to have befriended such an awesome and awe inspiring person. I've been inspired by *every* single person that's come into my life. Whether y'all realize it or not. Content creators, random people on the internet, random friends or just people you've passed on the street. We're not all gonna get along, and that's not what this is about.
I might be completely rambling, but I hope that you all know, despite your situation(s). Despite me not knowing you, you all are AMAZING! I'm so proud of you, for how far you've come, whether you did some things in the past that you don't exactly like, or wish you hadn't done. Or it be stuff that you're doing right now, or even not doing. I'm proud of you. Look at how far you've come, you're still here!
Again, I might not know your situation, but I sure hope that you're able to smile at this. Why? Because I'm sure someone as damaged or not deserves to hear something kind. You're beautiful, believe it or not. Even if it isn't outward beauty as most would like or hope. We all have beautiful souls, personalities. If you're, no light way to put it, a shitty human, but you're willing to learn, to listen, I'm proud of you. Just gotta take that first step. Or even just baby steps.
Baby steps will get us there. Sometimes it feels like nothing is happening, or it feels like we're walking backwards. That's the thing though, sometimes walking backwards means going forwards. The amount of times I've relapsed is far from few, but I'm still going.
It might hurt, but thank you. Thank you for being alive. Thank you for continuing on despite the hard times. Thank you for being you. I mean this with the most platonic ness possible. I'm not meaning this as a romantic thing in the slightest. Promise. I love you.
I hope that today is a good day for you, or if not... That it's shitty, that you still have something to make you smile. I'm sorry it was a bad day, but I'm sure things will turn around soon. To happier and chillax days, even if you don't do anything. You've got this! I believe in you, and proud!!
Also, rq, if there's something that you've been meaning to do. Just try. You'll never know until you do it. If you don't, that's okay, but don't hold yourself back. We've only got one life to live, might as well live it to its fullest.
Oh my god, Phineas and Ferb theme song just started playing as I finish this up. Pls XD
Alrighty, again, hope you have a good day, and if not, I still love and am proud of you still!!
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curiousorigins · 1 year ago
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7) Legit people only shame other's on their grasp of a 2nd (3rd etc) language because they're jealous. For real. They're upset that they don't have the balls to try in a vaguely public setting with strangers or have of your dedication to get to where you are on learning that new language.
Any potential teasing you may get (except maybe loved ones) is because you obviously speak 2 while they speak 1. And it makes them feel dumb. Accept that some people are xenophobic because they're dumb and jealous and that you're awesome.
I will always accept people speaking broken English at me. It's so amazing that they have learned as much as they can, just so we can communicate. Like you guys are so amazing. I hope to one day be as confident as any of you in any of the languages I've tried to learn. Seriously respect you guys.
my blog is, and always will be, a safe place for people who are not confident in their english speaking abilities. you will never be judged or mocked here.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year ago
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The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.
(for @frummpets)
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ajthecrocodile · 3 months ago
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IT’S A RAINBOW OF BILLS! A BILLBOW! RGBILL!!!
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The clip of Bill saying YELLOW was all over my FYP and it inspired me…
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pewpop · 4 months ago
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take them away from me
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btw feel free to use my drawings as headers or pfp, just credit me and like tell me because it makes me very happy
edit: this post is blowing up and i didn't expect it so um... my commissions are open if you want to check them out...... ok bye
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dykedvonte · 1 month ago
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Jimmy tries so hard to not let Anya haunt his narrative but she is his narrative and he hates that.
Everything loops back to what he did to her and every hallucination, action and choice he makes or does directly goes back to her and he deserves that strife. She persisted and spoke up and he hates her for it. He can erase her but not her presence over them and that’s the best type of ghost.
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littlelightfish · 5 months ago
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Disliking Tallchuck is a MAJOR skill issue.
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nikki-rook · 1 year ago
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Michael Sheen as Aziraphale Appreciation Post - Good Omens [S2]
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icantdothistodaybruh · 1 year ago
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Day 2, Brighton Hotel
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joelsflower · 2 months ago
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you’re so vain | eddie alden x f!reader
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you and eddie are roommates and work at the same newscast… but the news aren’t the only things you’re reporting together.
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some moments sfw and nsfw between you and your ‘friend’ eddie
warnings: sexual and romantic tension, eddie is a munch, they love each other but won’t admit, funny silly goofy moods, pussy eating in public/work place (the door was locked no one saw it), protected piv… while it’s raining outside… and you make love while still not admiting your feelings… the fwb drill we all know and love
a/n: hmmm did someone ask for… fwb!eddie? ☝🏼cause i did!!!
wc: probably around 2.3k i wrote it here sorrys !
the pictures are from this post and this post by @divinesols (both highly recommended as moodboards for this btw!) and i couldn’t find the creator of the gif :/ if anyone knows pls let me know so i can tag!
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“And… cut!”
“We had a bigger audience tonight. Looks like you’ve finally managed to draw the public’s attention.” You handed Eddie a smirk and a cup of coffee while he took off his earphones.
“I always draw attention, baby” he took it and winked at you, taking a sip but immediately making a face of disgust indicating the sugar that was not there.
You knew exactly how he wanted it, but you loved pissing him off.
“And you always brings me the coffee the way you know I don’t want it,” he said as he paced to the studio’s kitchen, followed by your fast steps behind him.
“Ops! And I don’t always bring you coffee, I jus-“
“You just happened to be passing by the coffee shop. Mhmm. I know,” he mocked your tone and expressions, “and you also just happen to be thinking of me all of the time, hm?” He pinched your nose.
You gave him an annoyed look, “well, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Mr. Alden!” You said jokingly, pronouncing the “Mr. Alden” with very much cursive letters.
“Don’t call me that… At least not here.” You were always impressed by the way Eddie could manipulate the look in his eyes to translate exactly what he was thinking about. And, 99,9% he was only thinking about one thing.
Sex.
“Oh I’m not calling you that anywhere, believe me”
“Hmm, cause you rather scream my name, huh?” He raised his brows at you in a funny way, using his arms to cage your body between his and the kitchen counter while swaying a little, making you laugh in that way he loved; when your eyes squeezed together and your head hanged back with a big grin on your lips.
He just loved seeing you happy, specially if he was the reason. When was he going to admit it to you? Probably never.
“Eddie, Jesus! Not here!” Now both of you were laughing unglued his hands from your sides and pushed him away, giving him light taps on the chest.
“Alden, newsroom wants to see you.” Someone from the staff peaked from the door, causing your bodies to distance from each other at the speed of a Formula 1 car, him pretending to still put sugar on the coffee and you weirdly looking for something in the sink.
“I’ll be there in a minute, thank you,” he nodded his head, “wait for me tonight,” he smirked and taped your bum lightly, making you jump.
“Oh yeah bet on it,” you gave him a teasing tone.
“I’ll be watching you,” Eddie motioned his point and middle fingers from his eyes to yours, already by the door.
“That’s cause I always draw attention!”
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“Oh… fuck-“, you tried your best to whisper half of the depravations that were slipping from your lips and to swallow the other half that were stuck in your throat.
But it was very hard when Eddie had you sitting by the end of his desk, skirt up and legs spread wide upon his shoulders so his head could sit perfectly between them.
“So sweet, princess,” his praises were muffled against your throbbing clit, both of his hands hardly squeezing the sides of your thighs. He spent the whole morning dreaming about the taste of your pussy, and by lunch he couldn’t wait anymore.
“W-we have five minutes, Ed,” your worried little mind kept you looking every 5 seconds towards the foggy glasses on his door, but this time got interrupted by your eyes screwing shut and your mouth hanging open in a silenced cry when Eddie quit the sucking in your bud to fuck your hole with his tongue.
“I- we-,” every time you tried to say something and your words died in muffled little moans and cries he sucked and fucked harder. Eating you out was for sure one of Eddie’s favorite things and making you come when you couldn’t scream or cry freely was like a reward for his tiring day.
Having the opportunity to give you pleasure and piss you off at the same time? He was in.
“C’mon baby, cum on my tongue, hm? Wanna taste my girl,” he used two of his fingers to spread your wetness all over your center before nuzzling his head back again, nose stimulating your clit while his tongue entered you hungrily, in and out, in and out, the vibrations of his moans exploding fireworks in your veins.
The man was devouring you.
You came in a quiet moan, fingers gripping Eddie’s roots while his nails dig in your upper thighs and his face drowned in your cunt. He sucked and lapped you clean, until you were too sensitive to bear anything else, “fuck, thank you, baby. Here,” he gave you a paper tower from the adjoining bathroom he had in his office and helped you put your panties and skirt back. If you didn’t already knew all too well the smirk he had on his face you’d think by that he was something that he actually wasn’t.
A gentleman.
But deep, down, he was. For you, at least.
“Can you stand?”
“You have done better performances”
“Oh of course. ‘oh, fuck! Eddie! so good! we have 5 minutes!’” he joked while pulling you in for a see you later hug and a kiss on the cheek before you could run away from him, “thanks, bub. Best lunch ever”
“You’re disgusting,” you laughed, pushing his chest and stepping towards the door.
“If I was I wouldn’t have your pussy all over my face now, would I?”
“Disgusting,” you mouthed and closed the door, not giving him time to fry your braincells that had just started working again.
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“Shhh. Almost there, baby. You can take it, just a little more”
“So good,” you whispered, the words slipping from your lips while the raindrops slipped down your window.
Your plan definitely wasn’t to end up under Eddie tonight, but the thunderstorms got louder than you thought they would. And as it always happens between the two of you, one thing led to the other, and…
“Fuck- found your spot, pretty girl? So good t’me,” Eddie was fucking you tonight. You didn’t know if it was because of the rain painting your frames with the moonlight, the fact that it’s been a little while since you’ve slept together or if he found it cute every time you shivered and gripped his biceps cause a thunder was a bit too loud.
His cock was nestled deep inside your walls, messaging your favorite spots with each thrust. He was going slow, fierce, calculated, and he had all the patience in the world.
You could feel him everywhere.
From his fingers in your scalp to his hot tongue slow dancing with yours to every vein rubbing your walls deliciously. Sometimes his dick split out because of how wet you were together and he didn’t even bother, he kept fucking your clit with his tip, up and down, up and down, making you see stars until he felt you couldn’t take it anymore and tucked himself back in. His words? Praises and praises and praises hanging from his lips like sugar. You’ve never felt so full and so… Adored.
“Yeah, c’mon princess, can feel your little pussy squeezin’ me. Think you can come now, baby?” Eddie slowed even more his pace to watch your face contort in pleasure while tears fell down your eyes, every pulse of your warm cunt around his cock sending him closer and closer to the edge. You came within seconds, nodding your head “yes” while your little pants and moans being muffled by his own, your mouths tangled while he came with you, filling the condom you help him put earlier on.
Both of you had - intentionally - little to no sex like that; but it happened. And when it happened, it was usually because you either lost yourselves or one needed so much. You tried not to be too much in your head about it, but it was difficult when Eddie kissed your forehead and played with your head, still inside you.
He didn’t want to go, either.
“You don’t look so afraid of the noises now,” he tried to break the silence between you, knowing very well it wasn’t the awkward or comfortable types, but the emotional kind.
“The rain stopped,” you let out, with tears still leaking from your eyes.
“And are you sad about it?” he dried them from your cheek.
You smiled, “fuck you.”
“You just did,” he stared at you for a bit, caressing your cheeks as your eyes stopped watering and the last raindrops flowed down the window.
“Stay? It might rain again…”
You lifted your pinky between your bodies, “just this time,” and he embraced your smaller finger with his, “just this time.”
But both of you knew it wasn’t just this time.
It would rain again.
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When your keys turned on the locket the last thing you expected was to meet Eddie eating ice cream directly from the pot at home 20:17pm on a friday.
Sitting on the counter.
Shirtless.
“…What are you doing here?”
“Uh.. I live here? I should be the one asking you that,” he motioned the spoon in your direction.
“Eddie, it’s 20pm on a friday,”
“Actually, it’s 20:17pm on a friday”
Yeah you weren’t doing this tonight.
“Fine, whatever.”
“Hey, what’s that?” His tone was softer, he always knew when you had a bad day.
And good ones too. And any kind of day you have had and exactly how he should react to it.
“Just… Pierce screamed at me again,” his eyes followed you as you took the wine glass out of the fridge.
“So… She did her job cause you weren’t doing yours…”
“Try again,” you poured a glass.
“She’s just a bitch who can’t let you do your work without complaining about whatever shit she caused”
“Bingo!” You swallowed the whole wine in one go, watching through the glass as Eddie’s hand reached for it and took it from you, “no no no, this will not help you.”
“And what will? Being dumped by a freshman college girl and Ice cream?”
He gave you a disappointed look but reached for your hands anyway, “come here,” he pulled you to his body, arms embracing you while you positioned yourself in between his legs, head resting on his chest and arms around his waist.
“You know what you really need?” His words were muffled on the top of your head.
“Hm?”
“To shut the fuck up”
“You shut the fuck up” now your words were muffled on his chest.
“I know you don’t mean it. You love me.”
“Sure”
And actually you sure as hell did. And he loved you too. When were you going to admit it to each other?
Probably never.
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kelin-is-writing · 6 months ago
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His smile is everything 🥹💙
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chyarui · 6 months ago
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WE WERE ROBBED OF SCENES WITH THESE TWO
It could have been SO good
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I just feel like their dynamic could hold just as much if not more mutual understanding than even that between aizawa and shinsou
anyways dadmic and shinson forever 💜💛
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aliettali · 25 days ago
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out of your friends which are you?! (skilltobers 13, 15, 16, 17, 18)
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beegs-bugs · 17 days ago
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He’s just a little guy
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inthehouseoffinwe · 2 months ago
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Finarfin Fades.
No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.
He’s so tired.
He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.
His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.
Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.
So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.
He sits. He waits.
And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.
…at least he’s smiling again.
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heatherchasesyou · 1 month ago
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Vincent should be an unlockable weapon
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IT SHOULD FR
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