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Sorry, I will not be posting on this account anymore

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i don’t want to live like this. i only exist at this point. all i do is distract my mind so i don’t kill myself

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤? | 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 | 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...

"Memories of your father’s voice surfaced, echoing with the conviction that God watches over His children, offering solace to those who crawl to Him in search of salvation. He spoke of a love so vast, so infinite, that it could mend even the most shattered souls. You clung to these words, hoping against hope that somewhere in the vastness of that divine love, there might still be a whisper of grace left for you – a grace that could reach into the darkness that now engulfed your life and pull you back into the light.

But now, in your darkest hour, you couldn’t help but wonder if that love was meant for someone else. They said God loves you – but not enough to save you from this torment.

Still, you prayed. You whispered desperate words into the emptiness, clinging to the faintest hope, even as a part of you knew that no one would come. This was your fate – to spend the rest of your days in that hidden cabin deep in the woods, trapped like a wild and dangerous creature, denied the mercy you so desperately craved by the very hunter who claimed to love you. His love was a cage, a twisted snare that tightened with every beat of your heart, leaving you to wonder if you would ever be free from the relentless grip of his obsession.

All that remained for you now was to sit in that worn armchair, clutching the book he had brought as if it were a lifeline to a world long lost. Your eyes would drift to the lifeless flies on the windowsill, and in those fragile, crumpled bodies, you found a reflection of your own desire. How you wished it were you instead – perhaps death, in its cold finality, would prove kinder, more loving. A silent deliverance, offering the mercy this world had denied you.

But the cruelest part of it all? You couldn’t bring yourself to hate him – not your Eddie. The loving, gentle man who had once sworn eternal devotion to you, who had whispered promises of forever. Even now, after all the pain and sorrow, your heart betrayed you with a quiet, aching loyalty, still longing for the man he once was. That love, twisted as it had become, refused to let go, leaving you to endure this torment, caught between the memory of the man you loved and the monster he had become.

But to him, none of this was wrong. In his mind, he was simply taking care of you, shielding you from a world that was too cruel, too unworthy of your presence. You were a treasure too precious for the outside world, meant to be seen and loved only by those who had proven themselves worthy. And he was worthy. He was everything you needed – a protector, a guardian, the only one who truly understood the depth of your beauty and fragility. To him, his actions were not a twisted imprisonment, but a testament to his love, a vow to keep you safe from all that might harm you, even if that meant keeping you locked away from the world. In his eyes, he was your savior, the only one capable of offering you the love and protection you so desperately needed."

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @ali-r3n @maxxxineminxxx @ofnightshadeandthornyroses @birdysaturne @maedesculpaeusoubi @fan-girl-97 @munsonology

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𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤? | 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 | 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...

"Memories of your father’s voice surfaced, echoing with the conviction that God watches over His children, offering solace to those who crawl to Him in search of salvation. He spoke of a love so vast, so infinite, that it could mend even the most shattered souls. You clung to these words, hoping against hope that somewhere in the vastness of that divine love, there might still be a whisper of grace left for you – a grace that could reach into the darkness that now engulfed your life and pull you back into the light.

But now, in your darkest hour, you couldn’t help but wonder if that love was meant for someone else. They said God loves you – but not enough to save you from this torment.

Still, you prayed. You whispered desperate words into the emptiness, clinging to the faintest hope, even as a part of you knew that no one would come. This was your fate – to spend the rest of your days in that hidden cabin deep in the woods, trapped like a wild and dangerous creature, denied the mercy you so desperately craved by the very hunter who claimed to love you. His love was a cage, a twisted snare that tightened with every beat of your heart, leaving you to wonder if you would ever be free from the relentless grip of his obsession.

All that remained for you now was to sit in that worn armchair, clutching the book he had brought as if it were a lifeline to a world long lost. Your eyes would drift to the lifeless flies on the windowsill, and in those fragile, crumpled bodies, you found a reflection of your own desire. How you wished it were you instead – perhaps death, in its cold finality, would prove kinder, more loving. A silent deliverance, offering the mercy this world had denied you.

But the cruelest part of it all? You couldn’t bring yourself to hate him – not your Eddie. The loving, gentle man who had once sworn eternal devotion to you, who had whispered promises of forever. Even now, after all the pain and sorrow, your heart betrayed you with a quiet, aching loyalty, still longing for the man he once was. That love, twisted as it had become, refused to let go, leaving you to endure this torment, caught between the memory of the man you loved and the monster he had become.

But to him, none of this was wrong. In his mind, he was simply taking care of you, shielding you from a world that was too cruel, too unworthy of your presence. You were a treasure too precious for the outside world, meant to be seen and loved only by those who had proven themselves worthy. And he was worthy. He was everything you needed – a protector, a guardian, the only one who truly understood the depth of your beauty and fragility. To him, his actions were not a twisted imprisonment, but a testament to his love, a vow to keep you safe from all that might harm you, even if that meant keeping you locked away from the world. In his eyes, he was your savior, the only one capable of offering you the love and protection you so desperately needed."

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @ali-r3n @maxxxineminxxx @ofnightshadeandthornyroses @birdysaturne @maedesculpaeusoubi @fan-girl-97 @munsonology

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𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤? | 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 | 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...

"Memories of your father’s voice surfaced, echoing with the conviction that God watches over His children, offering solace to those who crawl to Him in search of salvation. He spoke of a love so vast, so infinite, that it could mend even the most shattered souls. You clung to these words, hoping against hope that somewhere in the vastness of that divine love, there might still be a whisper of grace left for you – a grace that could reach into the darkness that now engulfed your life and pull you back into the light.

But now, in your darkest hour, you couldn’t help but wonder if that love was meant for someone else. They said God loves you – but not enough to save you from this torment.

Still, you prayed. You whispered desperate words into the emptiness, clinging to the faintest hope, even as a part of you knew that no one would come. This was your fate – to spend the rest of your days in that hidden cabin deep in the woods, trapped like a wild and dangerous creature, denied the mercy you so desperately craved by the very hunter who claimed to love you. His love was a cage, a twisted snare that tightened with every beat of your heart, leaving you to wonder if you would ever be free from the relentless grip of his obsession.

All that remained for you now was to sit in that worn armchair, clutching the book he had brought as if it were a lifeline to a world long lost. Your eyes would drift to the lifeless flies on the windowsill, and in those fragile, crumpled bodies, you found a reflection of your own desire. How you wished it were you instead – perhaps death, in its cold finality, would prove kinder, more loving. A silent deliverance, offering the mercy this world had denied you.

But the cruelest part of it all? You couldn’t bring yourself to hate him – not your Eddie. The loving, gentle man who had once sworn eternal devotion to you, who had whispered promises of forever. Even now, after all the pain and sorrow, your heart betrayed you with a quiet, aching loyalty, still longing for the man he once was. That love, twisted as it had become, refused to let go, leaving you to endure this torment, caught between the memory of the man you loved and the monster he had become.

But to him, none of this was wrong. In his mind, he was simply taking care of you, shielding you from a world that was too cruel, too unworthy of your presence. You were a treasure too precious for the outside world, meant to be seen and loved only by those who had proven themselves worthy. And he was worthy. He was everything you needed – a protector, a guardian, the only one who truly understood the depth of your beauty and fragility. To him, his actions were not a twisted imprisonment, but a testament to his love, a vow to keep you safe from all that might harm you, even if that meant keeping you locked away from the world. In his eyes, he was your savior, the only one capable of offering you the love and protection you so desperately needed."

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @ali-r3n @maxxxineminxxx @ofnightshadeandthornyroses @birdysaturne @maedesculpaeusoubi @fan-girl-97 @munsonology

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seeing “mutuals” change to “following” i dont have an appropriate image to put here someone do it for me

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Andrei Posea

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let’s talk about the early stages of hyperfixation where you can literally feel your brain getting doses of serotonin because of a show or a movie or a person or a character and mentally you’re like ‘ooooh no’ but it’s like a blackhole you can’t run or escape from so you just gotta ride it out knowing full well the next few months maybe even years are going to be spent mindlessly obsessing over this thing

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Eddie "Bambi" Munson With the lights turned on. Stranger Things 4

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𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛

Hello, babes! Me and @fan-girl-97 created a book club for those who don't have many friends in real life or just want to meet new people and chat while reading something, if anyone wants to join, I'll leave the group link here.

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Part three of this hihi

It's shitty 'cause I was so tired and almost sleeping so I'm sorry if there any mistakes.

Okay, whatever you do, don't think about Eddie in a loincloth, all sweaty from hanging from the jungle vines, pale chest all wet and shiny like a forbidden fruit that tempted you to bite and taste the sweetness of its forbidden nectar.

Don’t think about him lying in the field with the gorillas, one arm behind his head as he stares at the silver moon and waits until everyone is asleep before he goes looking for you, looking closely before getting up and launching himself through the trees in the direction where your camp was set up.

Don't imagine him pouting when he gets to your tent and finds it empty, with no trace of you behind it, his full, pink lips all pursed up and his big brown eyes starting to wander around the campsite trying to find you.

His mind was spinning with so many thoughts: 'Did you leave?’ No... That bald guy he thought was your father was still there so you probably were. ‘Were you with Clayton?’ He couldn't explain why his blood boiled as his confused mind conjured the image of you and Clayton together in the forest. The forest... You couldn't have gone alone, could you?

And that's where he found you, but not in the way he expected.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the divine sight he had been graced with, he swallowed a lump that had formed in his dry throat and his lips parted slightly in shock.

Your entire skin was exposed to him, the cold moonlight reflected softly on your serene and calm face, he almost reached out his hand to touch your wet lips.

You had probably gone to that small lake to bathe, away from the curious eyes of the men who were in the camp, but there was Eddie, attentive like a leopard hunting its prey in the shadows of the night and devouring you with his intense gaze at your naked body.

Before you could even notice his presence, he used one of the vines to move closer and to a more hidden corner, almost in your line of sight, but being careful not to alert you.

He was almost drooling watching your small hands slide over the curves of your chest, your fingers caughting your perky nipples in the process, sliding down, down, down… Until your fingertips reached that little thatch of hair right in the middle of your–

He was so distracted by you that he didn't realize that it wasn't just his eyes following your movements, but his body as well. He was so lost in your body that he didn't notice the vine slowly slipping away from your strong fingers, causing him to fall face first into the water, scaring you in the process.

Your scream echoed through the forest and probably woke even Kerchak from his heavy sleep, and before he could even get up for you to acknowledge him, his head was hit by something hard and rough. You had hit him with a fallen log.

"Are you crazy Clayton?What are you thinking? Watching a lady bathe, my father will know-” You stopped ranting when you noticed a familiar head of hair sticking out of the water. "You're not Clayton."

He sat down in the shallow end and brought both hands to his bare, wet, muscular chest. "Eddie." He said with his hands clenched and his eyes wide.

You sighed in relief for a moment.

"Oh thank god, I thought-" Your eyes narrowed and looked at him in disbelief, "were you spying on me?" You used both your hands to cover yourself and stared at the man in front of you, who didn’t seem to care about your lack of clothes.

Your eyes betrayed you and traveled south, widening at the sight of a tent in his damp loincloth.

His eyes followed the path of yours and stopped at his thick manhood pushing through the thin fabric that left nothing to the imagination.

A mischievous smile appeared on his face and he took advantage of the fact that you were distracted and stood up, looking at you intensely as if asking for permission.

"What? You looked at me first!" You tried to cover yourself up even more but it was useless, his piercing gaze seemed to see right through your hands.

You let out a shocked gasp as he untied the loincloth he was wearing, leaving him completely naked in front of you.

There was only one thing on his mind: mating, he wanted you to take him and bear his child.

He wanted to take you in his arms and fuck you against the trees that surrounded the lake, marking you and the entire territory as belonging to him.

He thought about tying you up with the vines of the trees and planting his seed deep inside you, over and over, until you were swollen with his babies.

Just the thought was enough to send a shiver of heat from the base of his spine to his pelvis, making his manhood stand up in attention and throb with need.

But always surprising him, you lowered your hands and took a hesitant step towards him.

"I shouldn't... But you're so..." He didn't understand anything you were saying, but you looked at him with such desire that he could imagine what was being uttered by your sinful and seductive mouth.

He reached out one hand until his fingers touched your soft cheek, his large hand engulfing your entire face and bringing it closer to his. He wanted to taste you, to run his tongue into your mouth and revel in your flavor.

And that's what he did, with a quick and strong movement he brought your face to his and fitted his mouth to yours, sticking his hot and bold tongue past your lips, exploring the softness of your tongue against his.

He made a sound straight from his throat, something unfamiliar but it seemed to have a reaction in you.

One of your hands gripped his muscular biceps, while the other slid down his chest to below his belly button, following that trail of dark hair that led to his unruly bush and the base of his delicious dick.

It was really long and thick, with a reddish tip and leaking precum, your hand didn't even close on his girth. He was hard as a rock, and so hot that it felt like a furnace, you thought about what it would be like to have all that amazing cock inside your wet neglected pussy.

Your hand slid from the base to the tip in slow, teasing motions, your wrist rotating as you pumped his thick cock slowly, paying attention to his red tip, drooling so much pre cum that it was soaking your fingers.

He moaned shamelessly, the sly sounds echoing through the night with the danger of alerting the men in the camp or even the animals that lurked.

But it felt so good, Eddie had never felt such a strong desire to mate before, and he was coming apart in your talented hands.

His tongue fought for dominance inside your mouth, hard and hot. He began to pant against your lips as his orgasm began to build, you continued to stroke his cock as he reveled in the growing heat in his pelvis that threatened to burst at any moment, a white hot pleasure that centered in his lower belly and the base of his spine.

He painted your hand with hot white ropes of cum as the most beautiful sound came out of his throat, making you rub your thighs against each other in search of friction on your throbbing pussy. His mouth separated from yours and you missed the unique taste he had and his powerful tongue exploring your mouth with dexterity and lust.

He looked at you intensely as he panted and tried to catch his breath.

His hands suddenly grabbed your waist, startling you as he started walking towards a tree with countless vines hanging from it. He looked up and back at you, as if asking if you would let him take you up there. With a nod, you smiled and brought your cum-covered hand to your mouth, licking the remains of his delicious nectar. With a smile that hid the promise of a restless and hot night, one of his arms circled your waist while his other hand grabbed a vine, taking the two of you to where he could mate you away from the others.

Tagging some mutuals: @munsonology @ali-r3n @bimbotrashcan @birdysaturne @maedesculpaeusoubi @fan-girl-97 @jasminelafleur

I was watching Tarzan on Disney+ and I couldn't stop thinking about Eddie 👀

Eddie's parents, desperate and determined, aboard a ship that sails away from the chaos of war. The horizon is filled with the promise of safety and a new beginning, as they leave behind the turmoil and destruction.

But everything goes tragically wrong when they reach the island. Shortly after their arrival, they fall prey to the ruthless leopard Sabor, leaving little Eddie as the only survivor.

Kala, the female gorilla, finds him unprotected and immediately takes him in, overcome by maternal instinct after losing her cub. Despite Kerchak's protests, she takes him into the pack and raises him as her son.

Eddie grows up among the gorillas as one of them, he talks and walks like a gorilla.

He becomes a strong, fearless and courageous man, who loves adventures and spends his day jumping from vine to vine in search of some action.

Now, on the other side of the island are you and your father Murray, who went to study the gorillas, being guided by Clayton who are there to protect you both.

Eddie hears a strange noise and despite his mother's protests he decides to investigate, he finds small things on the floor that are strange and taste horrible (he licked the things).

Imagine his surprise and yours when you finally meet. He is astonished to find someone so similar yet so different, and you are shocked to encounter a wild man in a loincloth, a "monkey man" who seems to have no concept of personal space.

Got the concept? Yeah, now picture him curious about you ('cause u so diff from him and the onthers, he wants to study you) and that curiosity leds to him absolutely railing you on top of a tree and away from the others.

His thick cock pounding inside your pussy almost animalistic and he so pent up because he feels the need to mate you on the place and give you his babies.

okay I'm gonna stop ranting. bye

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@munsonology gonna write a blurb just for you baby 🫶🏻

What abt more tarzan!eddie??? 👀👀

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What abt more tarzan!eddie??? 👀👀

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ethel cain - preacher’s daughter (2022)

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contains flashing lights

this is my visual representation of the vibes i get when yall write mean!eddie….

specifically like: taintedcigs, chelseeebe, andvys, bimbotrashcan, keeksandgigz, oneforthemunny, ghost-proofbaby’s mean!eddie