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hey its still star trek day in a few timezones

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having a fixation on star trek in 2023 is like riding a horse-drawn carriage down the interstate

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hamlet, bouncing onstage for his fifth unwanted soliloquy of the day:

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I am OBSESSED with this behind the scenes picture of Slimer because look at him, stop what you're doing right now and look at him

He looks like melted ice cream. Why does he look so sad, who hurt him, someone help my fucked up son.

He's looking at that crumpled cup on the side like he rlly wants it but he doesn't wanna move to go get it so he's staring at it like ":("

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Very pro weird girl. Not budging on that.

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“You never pretended to be a bride when you were a little girl?” No???? Like literally never?

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Ahem.

I stayed up making these, you better use them

Only if you want to ofc 😇

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“canon snape looked like this”, “canon snape looked like that” I think the point of books is that you imagine characters in your own way or whatever, who cares

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cutie pie

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“Hold it right there, Dead Head!”

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It’s not a tumor! It’s not a tumor.  At all.

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Special Great Showdowns print!  (San Diego Comic Edition)

This print will become available at the Gallery 1988 booth #1806 tomorrow morning.  I will be there signing at 11am on Saturday, but if you buy one when I am not there, just bring it by my table at Booth #2743!!!

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Have some more Kanduu pics (cos he's beautiful and I miss him)

(Photos by David Astorga)

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He’s the best ghostbuster because he can get these three under moderate control.

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2.5k Event Request - Egon Spengler x Fem!Reader word count: 875 a/n: listen, if i thought for a minute that egon was getting his jollies from spying on me after i'd showered i'd be putting on such a fuckin show ;-; cw: voyeurism, peeping, masturbation, handjobs, cmnf 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

There was very little to do in the long hours between call-outs. It could get boring, and lonely. And while pornography had killed both of those little nuisances before, it was getting hard to satiate his growing lust for you by imagining your face on the bodies of the women on the screen or in his magazines.

And who was it really hurting, if you never found out? And you hadn't so far, not once of the many times he had snuck up to your room to satisfy his darker urges.

The floor creaked regardless of whether someone was walking over it, your door never quite closed which meant it could be pushed open just a crack, enough for him to see. It was an exercise in stealth, but one he was happy to risk for his pleasures.

The sound of the shower turning off, pipes clunking as they relaxed, signalled his cue. The others were clueless, not caring much what he was up to as they assumed it was always something deeply scientific, and therefor, more often than not, boring. It meant none of them paid attention to Egon as he took long strides to quickly make it to the hallway outside of your room, set apart from the barracks he slept in with the others.

Pushing the door open slowly, carefully, he was pleased to see he was just in time to see you drop the towel, exposing your back to him, water dripping down your spine and curving over your rear. His fingers quietly unzipped his fly, hand diving in under the fabric to palm at his cock. He wished he could relish the view, but you were so quick usually. There was little time to enjoy the show, so he pushed into his underwear and began pumping at his stiffening cock.

As his palm slicked up the shaft, you bent over suddenly, legs spreading enough to give him a perfect view of your cunt, open, exposed. The sight of you in that position was a first, and a whimper of arousal trickled out of his open mouth. Hearing the sound, you whipped your head towards the source, walking towards the door, body jiggling in a way that only made him harder, impossible to move in time to hide.

You'd caught him in the act. Standing there, eyes unblinking behind the lenses of his round glasses, usually pale cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Well? Do you have an excuse? Or are you going to stand there in stunned silence?"

That was exactly what he did.

"Wow. Egon Spengler, lost for words. I never thought I'd see the day. You know, you could have said you were studying me, or observing me. It wouldn't have been ok, but it would have at least been funny."

You were enjoying this a lot more than you should, but there was something deeply flattering about it. And knowing he had a thing for you, the way you had one for him, felt like a win, regardless of how creepy he might have revealed himself to be. In fact, the little bit of creep, the nasty, devious nature of the act, only made him more attractive, and you felt your morals falling to the side as you caught a glimpse at his still hard cock pushing against the front of his pants.

"Well... are you going to keep going? Or are you too shy now?"

He swallowed the lump that had collected in his throat, nerves and saliva and fear falling to the pit of his stomach with the audible gulp.

"A little bit pathetic, Egon. The things you've seen, and you're scared of me?"

You took a few steps towards him, watching his eyes widen and his pupils growing darker.

"I'd like you out of my room, please. But I'm not cruel. You can finish first."

Egon opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was caught in confusion, not enitrely sure what you were suggesting, or at least not wanting to believe the scenario playing out before him, which felt too good to be true.

"I suppose I'll have to do that for you then, will I?"

From where you stood, a few steps from him, you reached your arm out and ran your palm along the tent at the front of his pants, biting your lip to stop from smirking at the soft whine that trembled out of his open mouth.

He looked terrified, but eager, as he bucked his hips towards your toucch. Deciding to lessen the threat, you dropped to your knees, offering him a bit of dominance, if only suggested, as you reached into his open fly and pulled out his cock.

Curling your fingers around his long length, you let out a soft giggle, eyes flicking upwards to catch his as he stared unblinking at you, unsure of how to take what was happening. It could have been a trap, and he was smart enough to not trust anyone at first glance. But your touch was soft, inviting, and the way your lips parted in a satisfied moan was enough to have him relaxing into your grip, running his fingers through his thick curls as his knees began to buckle.