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revamping an old blog so hopefully i won’t be flagged as a p*rn bot……. gonna make a slowish transition but if a random blog follows u it’s me 🥺👉👈

seriously considering moving to a new blog for (mainly) mutuals

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seriously considering moving to a new blog for (mainly) mutuals

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Philip Froissant as Emperor Franz Joseph The Wedding, The Empress

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STARDUST (2007) dir. Matthew Vaughn

FILM & TV YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW: Day 1 – favorite @pscentral members' choice – event 33: underrated tv & film

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today is the mondayest of all mondays

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"oh, uh, of course, sounds good — " but molly's already gone, headed towards the bathroom like they either really need to go, or annie just pushed them too far. she frowns at the now empty glass in front of her, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. nice going, annie, she thinks, mentally chastising herself. you just never know when to quit, do you? she wallows in self-pity for approximately five minutes, then seven, and that's when she starts to worry a little. once ten minutes pass (according to her phone), she makes the reckless decision to walk over to the bathroom, her cheek pressed against the door as she calls out, "molly? you okay?" pauses before adding, "i'm sorry if i... i mean, if that was too much, i wasn't trying to..." voice trails off, because truthfully? she isn't entirely sure what she was hoping would happen.

the colour drains from molly's face at the wording and then years of regret hits all at once. it's a seismic event happening in her mind, she almost drops her beer bottle as she stares at annie. she doesn't say anything at first, just stares for a moment before she chokes out a response. "or maybe a timeline where i'd ever known that was a possibility." her voice is husky and she clears her throat a moment later, shifting her chair back abruptly. "i've gotta go to the bathroom." she flees, really, but she uses the flimsy excuse to cover herself as she goes.

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Quella età maliziosa (1975)

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Seinfeld – 9.17: The Bookstore

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NON-freaks dni. This is a freaks only zone

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“… i’d say it’s a little more complicated than that.”

“   if   i   was   just   a   rebound   then   tell   me   .   ”

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would anyone be interested in a new clara galle character i’ve been cooking up in my head……

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" ---- he's on a business trip. meeting with executives in sweden, if you must know." which proves her point. he isn't here, supporting ingrid, tending to her needs. "why, do you want his number or something?"

"then i would love to know more," she says certainly, green eyes unwavering. "where is your husband right now?"

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"yeah, well..." doesn't exactly have a defense for that, so she lets the sentence die with a shrug. "writing is fun for me." not the question he asked, though. "i mean, i don't know. i like trashy reality tv? does that count?"

"no, yeah! that sounds....... stressful." his lips stretch into a good-natured grin as he turns the glass in his hand. "do you do anything for fun?"

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"can't it be for both?" it's hard not to roll his eyes, so he doesn't bother trying to hold the gesture back. "you're kidding me, right? i've been nothing but civil. you're the one constantly making this an issue."

"is that pep talk for me or for you? because only one of us here is prone to causing a scene."

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"someone you wouldn't even know, i'd imagine." frown is deep as he crosses arms over his chest and gives her a scoff. "if you're implying you know anything about me, you'd be severely wrong."

"who else would you have been talking about? no offence, but i've been around you enough to be pretty certain you don't have much else going on."

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her back arches into him, looking down to watch as he assaults her tits, her mouth dropping in a silent gasp as her walls clench around him. considering the amount of times they've been in this position in the past few weeks (and it's a staggering number, really, considering... well, everything; chief among those reasons being that she often wonders when he even has the time to kill people), you'd think juliette would be used to it by now. the shock factor of realizing how much he unlocks within her, the depraved fantasies he manages to pull from her, but she isn't. her thighs begin to shake around him as she cries out, because his cock is hitting that one spot inside her, and she's closer than she'd liked to be. "always thought he just wanted me for himself," confesses breathlessly, gripping the couch as he takes control. "maybe we should fuck in front of him first, make him watch while he's bleeding out."

the way his name fell from her lips, the way she seemed even more wet as she imagined hurting another human being? he groaned against her, his mouth exploring the top of her torso, biting and sucking at her nipples and then the curve between her breasts. he felt feral as she spoke, pulling her down onto him so she could feel the entire cock throbbing inside of her, breathing hotly with each bounce of her hips. "that's it, baby. yeah. see what our names look like in red," he grunted, hand moving to the small of her back to press her down to pick up the pace. "you'd look so good covered in blood, y'know? my little killer," he kept it up, watching her, a somewhat deranged grin on his lips as she continue to take him perfectly. "tell him the louder he screens the more teeth he loses."

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such a sweet little thing. she trails her kisses back up to sawyer's mouth, licking her own juices from her lips and humming softly at the taste. sloane likes her husband fine enough, considering but when's the last time he made her cum that hard? she can't totally remember. and she certainly wants to keep playing, while she has the chance, so she pulls away completely. her hand, her mouth, the way she'd been flush against sawyer. and she moves to lean languidly back across the couch, hands resting over her thighs. "if you want somethin' from me, darlin' all you gotta do is ask." tilts her head and offers a wicked smile. "and you're gonna have to prove it. strip down for me."

sawyer couldn't help the bashful smile across her lips, feeling like she was in a completely different world when she was with sloane. the metal walls of the trailer were thin, and yet she couldn't find it in her to care. she'd be willing to throw it all away to keep up with the rouse between the two of them infinitely. "yeah," she breathed out, nodding her head. she just her guide her hand, shuddering as she felt the wetness that seeped through her panties, making more of a mess as she continued to touch herself over it. "i didn't... i mean, i would love... for you to help but i didn't want to take away from this and you," she muttered, arching into the insane sensations that would be even better without her clothes. "you're making me melt."