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[corrienteallita]

Making a Million - Week 8

I would love to live on a little plot of land, wash my clothes by hand, spend my days gardening...

Beth heads into the main square in Tartosa to try and sell her handmade jewelry. I'll be honest, I didn't track how much she earned here because I was expecting there to be a summary at the end like the Home Chef Hustle, but there was nothing of the sort.

Patchy is amazing, and the paparazzi gets grubby, wet and grumpy which I find quite amusing (so does my kitten who is shouting at the screen right now or maybe it's because he really needs a fuss).

Let's see the grand total earnings for this final week

Bills - I don't know because my notebook is upstairs and I'm downstairs and my kitten has just fallen asleep on my foot so it would be illegal for me to move and disturb him

Feathers - §5725

Crystals - §7164

Gardening - §83,517 (this is what tips us over the edge into the §1m territory!)

Finely Aged Nectar - §673,134

Interest - §48,287

Total funds - §1,713,502

I did not realise how CRAZY nectar making went. So, I might continue this challenge into....making a BILLION!

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike and Vanessa swapped vibes,,

[norrthie]

best fisherman ever?

[jaypentaghast]

AMC's Interview with the Vampire (2022), Season 1 Episode 7 | Sam Reid as Lestat de Lioncourt

[butterflyscribbles]

If I could bother u can u plllleeeeeaeaeaease ❤️❤️❤️pppllllleeeaaaaasssssssss ❤️❤️give us, give me knux in his blankeyyyy bro I can’t stop thinking about it + he’s my favorite 🥹🥹💕

You’re playing into my biggest weakness here bc he’s my favorite too agdbdh❤️

[himbosandhardwear]

Eddie's mid-speech, absently pulling his hair up off his sweaty neck to put up, when he sees Steve check out of the conversation, eyes drifting over his progress.

"What's up? You never seen a dude with a ponytail before?"

"Huh? No. I mean, yeah, maybe, but no, it's just..."

He gets up off his chair and, without a by-your-leave, takes Eddie's hair back down and starts carding his fingers through it. Eddie, seeing Jesus, Mary, and Joseph in that moment, says not a fucking word, just lets him do his thing.

"Huh."

"Hmm?" He manages despite the body-morphing, nerve-wracking, world-ending thing that's happening.

"I just never noticed... You've got real curls happening back here." He tugs on a strand, killing Eddie stone dead. "Not the Head & Shoulders and hot water fried stuff on top, like real, actual curls."

"Hey." He tries to drum up the right amount of offense but it's hard when his brain fled the scene thirty seconds earlier.

"Wonder if I could revive any of this," he mumbles to himself as he continues to catalog Eddie's hair situation. He's got the top half piled atop his head so he can study the 'good stuff' underneath at his leisure.

This might be the best day of Eddie's young life. Honestly, if he'd known Steve was interested in it this much, he would've pulled his hair half up years ago, showed off a little.

"Can I do a V05 hot oil treatment on you?"

"Baby, you can do whatever you want to me."

"What?"

"What?"

[shotmrmiller]

sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

[remxedmoon]

yknow i think their cloak should be a little stained actually. just a little.

[pain-is-too-tired]

I don't think we talk enough about one the last things Michael did before he died was third wheel percabeth.

[okcoolthanks]

IT TOOK HALF AN HOUR

AND FELT LIKE SCRAPING AND BARELY HURT AND NOW AND

AND I HAVE A KITTY NOW

ORIGINAL ART BY @sakrafka ONHERE SHESSO COOL AND ITSON ME AND I PAYED LIKE PERMISSION W/THE TATTOO TICKET AND ITS LIKEAGWFEGTHEHSHGSIFHFHSFAUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[swordmaid]

early light ☀️

rook x davrin with assan commission for @/alays.version over on insta 🩵

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x04 || 3x09

[freindsssssss]

I think L is the single most accommodated autistic person on the face of the earth

[hystericalend]

suho being an extremely jealous person is SO canon to me but i also think he's very conscious of not being controlling/overbearing?? so when he needs to get his possessiveness out of his system he tries to do it in subtle ways. e.g. trying to get sieun to wear one of his windbreakers.

suho: hey wear this

sieun: why? i have my own

suho: doesn't matter just wear this

sieun: no it's too big

suho, at his limit: THEN ROLL UP THE DAMN SLEEVES

eventually he manages to wrestle one onto him and sieun wears it to school. baku n the gang immediately notice bc? yeon sieun? wearing anything to school but his uniform? so they go hey is that suho's? and sieun's like yeah, he gave it to me. dunno why but he rlly wanted me to have it. juntae, our emotionally intelligent king, later takes sieun aside and is like, bro. you know why suho wants you to wear his jacket right? and sieun's like?? no? so juntae is like, he wants to make it obvious.

sieun: make what obvious?

juntae: that you're his.

cue sieun getting very red in the face and changing the topic.

(and yet, he doesn't take the jacket off the entire day.)

[heybaetae]

two baby lambs 🐑 cr. 0613data

[pariahsden]

his babygirl levels are reaching critical