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on this day, 6 yrs ago, bruno mars was surprised to see pete wentz

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True life friend comics ❤️

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I like Gotham a normal amount

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I kind of want to strangle them

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hi motorcity fandom *immediately turns on my heels* bye motorcity fandom

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late night drive

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just found this and I'd like to add

you should watch motorcity

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I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains

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This came to me in a dream

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smiling means kindness :)

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How are we feeling in this post-pitch bible world, Motorcitizens?

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Everyone Knows That Unknown Song FOUND in full! (Freaky version) (Christ...

hey what the fuck

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if your friend asks you to misgender them in front of their family, do it. if your friend asks you to refer to their partner as their roommate or friend, do it. if they ask you to deadname them, do it. allyship is about prioritizing the safety of marginalized people, especially when it comes before your desire to fight their oppressors.

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Redrew a scene from chapter 8 as a celebration for reaching 1k hits!

original text under cut

He could only hold onto the scratchy sheets as he asked, “ Edward, do you love me?” 

Edward flinched but didn’t look away, “ I like you.” 

“ But do you love me?” 

“ I’m not sure, but….” 

“ But?” 

Edward tugged at the seams of his pants— he’s going to dig another hole. Oswald wanted him to. He wants to sew it up again. 

“ I want to kiss you, I think,” Edward mumbled quietly, but it echoed loud, “ It’s uh— That’s… I just….”

Oswald swallowed. Heat radiated off Edward. Oswald felt cold and spread his legs at a wider angle, making some space for Edward to scoot close to him.

He held the fabric over Edward’s collarbone and tugged him closer, close enough that their noses briefly rubbed against each other. Edward exhaled nervously, and Oswald shivered as the air hit his upper lip. 

Gathering up his courage, Edward quickly pecked him on the lips. Soft and quick like a fly. It was different from the peacock in Don Falcone's garden. 

Oswald frowned. 

He took Edward’s hand and placed it on his cheek, “ Try again. Make it last a little longer.” 

Edward licked his lips nervously and moved in for a second kiss. He followed Oswald’s instructions, but his hand and lips hovered anxiously over him, barely touching him. Oswald pulled him in by the collar for a little more friction— it needed to hurt, to bruise.

Edward’s other hand came up to hold him, and Oswald allowed him. He licked Edward’s bottom lip, but there was no response, they were closed, firm and stubborn. 

He dared take a peek then, and realized Ed had his eyes open. Oswald sighed, pulling away a little, “ Am I your first kiss, Edward?” 

The tips of Edward’s ears turned red, “ I’m— Um— I’m sorry. I—” 

Oswald held Edward’s cheek softly, “ Just… close your eyes, and... open your mouth when I lick your lips. You have to move with me, like a dance” 

“ Like a dance…” Edward nodded, and his face warmed up under Oswald’s fingers. Otherwise, he regained some confidence and leaned in for a third kiss, closing his eyes this time. 

Edward was stiff against him, unsure and jittery. He tried his best, Oswald could tell, but their teeth kept clashing, Edward’s glasses kept slipping to hit his head, and he felt hands hover awkwardly over his love handles, unsure of what to do, but Oswald kept him close, urging him to kiss him over and over.

Suddenly, Oswald felt a sharp sting on his bottom lip, and Edward pulled away immediately. In the mess of the moment, Edward had bit him, and his bottom lip bled. 

“ I’m— I'm sorry, I uh,” Edward panicked and awkwardly used his thumb to wipe off the blood, “ I’m so so sorry.” 

“ Do that again.” 

“ What?” 

Oswald held the back of his neck, pulling him close, “ Again, please .” 

Edward nervously tapped over Oswald’s thigh before boldly, hungrily, closing the distance between. Edward did make a small hole in the lining of his pants, over his inner thigh. Oswald dug his thumb through it and pressed onto the warm skin underneath, widening the hole. As a result, Edward moaned deeply, and Oswald took the chance to lick into his mouth. 

The peacock made his hand bleed that day in Don Falcone’s garden. His mother chastised him as she wrapped up his finger, but his mother was gone, and that very finger was cut off. 

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a friend told me 2 draw this :3

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SK8 THE INFINITY (2021-) 1.02 // 1.11