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THE PITT 1.09 ‘3:00 PM’ | 1.05 ‘11:00 AM’
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Hide beetles (Trox sp.) eating a mummified lizard By: Clifford S. Crawford From: Biology of Desert Invertebrates 1981
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love being outside love sunshine love late spring and summer and early fall dont love that my very earliest self harm scars on my arm which are both tiny and silly looking become more visible as i tan lol
rly insane feeling of yeah i hate ppl seeing them (i quickly switched to ONLYY cutting my upper thigh/s bc i was like wait this is becoming obvious and i do not want ppl to know) but also this more insane feeling where ppl see them and they’re obviously intentional but they’re pretty small and in my mind i’m like no no no please i’m not a pussy i was actually cutting myself much deeper
like i’m embarrassed to have ever hurt myself, but i’m also embarrassed to have no hurt myself worse on my arm?? like if i was gonna be doing it at all why was i not doing it better. literally so lame. i deserve to live in a secluded cave where i can’t interact w other humans ever again
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:) sorry umm its actually at the boring feelings porn part which is the least exciting part of this fic to me lol. might start giving snippets out of order as i write not so we dont all get bored of the fic before we read it
Gale slides his hand from Bucky’s shirt, smooths it up along his shoulder and neck and Bucky arches into it like a dog, bares his neck for the touch like he’d been conditioned to take it. The hand on Gale’s mouth twitches and he knows Bucky wants to grab him to stop him almost as much as he wants him to go on. The hair at the base of Bucky’s neck is soft and damp and begs Gale to push his nails through it, and he is wholly unable to deny. Bucky groans through gritted teeth.
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loveee this au sm, im excited to read more of it! 🩵🤓
alright back to these make-me-writes from forever ago sorry my life keeps aggressively twisting my balls
There’s too much motion in him now, too much momentum to stop, and he writhes. Nothing is there for his hips to meet when they raise, just the empty space behind Bucky’s arm, but he moves all the same. Flexes under Bucky’s hands and restlessly shifts his legs up the bed, searching blindly for touch, reaching through his cottony exhaustion and into his want.
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we are writing our porn outside at the neighborhood cafe today lads
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real sadists understand that you can torture The Character simply by forcing them to live with themself
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Dom John you say!?
the sacred texts...
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now feels like a good time to reiterate that Iranians have been martyred by america + israel already, both empires that possess nuclear weapons, and that Iran does not have nuclear weapons. so now is not the time to joke about america getting nuked-- any retaliation on Iran's part is justified and the only way we escape this situation, but Iran is not going to nuke us, because the entire premise that Iran has nukes is how america justified bombing them and also the exact same rhetoric we used against Iraq and how we killed my countrysmen when there was again no evidence of nuclear warfare. New York City is not going to get fucking nuked. go listen to a podcast or something
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Abul Hisham (Indian, 1987) - Departure II (2022)
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