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[cairafea]

my favourite genre of seventeen is when they're straight up lying

ref:

[gaytobymeres]

My essentials for a solo day out

[arthursfuckinghat]

Arthur Morgan 𑁦𐂂𑁦 The Saints Hotel

[enbysiriusblack]

tired university student remus sitting in a library trying to study when a hot stranger dressed in leather and carrying a motorcycle helmet drops into the chair across from him, leans over to look at his work, and sighs that his work seems very boring and that he's never read anything on that subject before and then proceeds to explain everything about the subject and what paths he should take in his essay to get high marks, only to then lean back with a grin and declare academics to be tedious and instantly falls asleep until the library is about to shut and remus has to wake him up.

[jesuistrestriste]

i miss seeing the pegging art fics from you so often💔 are they ever coming back💔 he deserves to get dicked down

i miss writing about him getting pegged so yes, i will always be open to writing about that:3

him bouncing on it and leaning back on his palms as he rolls his hips, telling you how good you feel inside him. him curling over on top of you and squeezing your shoulders when he feels himself start to tighten around the silicone prodding all his most sensitive spots. golden ringlets sticking to his forehead and brow bone as he cries out and guides your wrist forward so that you grab his cock and help him. four pumps and then he’s jolting and whimpering brokenly as he spills over your chest and between your fingers. yea

if thinking about bending dilf!art over a countertop and then pulling down his sweatpants to slip the strap in from behind is a crime, i will see you in prison

[kremblor]

I really love that when possessed by Hetty, Jay does the hand thing.

Like must have proper position and pose and expressions with the hands at all times. Even when possessing my descendants husband.

[cowboylikeyouu]

just watched the spn s5 finale i'm gonna jump off a cliff now, everything i own goes to my mutuals, goodbye

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts - Traverse Town Hotel

[diamondcz27]

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[sluttili-selfships]

Shout out to f/os with small cocks!!! Not everyone has a giant between their legs and not everyone wants one!! Be sure to give them plenty of reassurance that they're enough and that you love their cock!🥰

[notbecauseofvictories]

I won't make any grand, sweeping statements about it, but I do think taking public transit has and continues to make me a better person than I would be otherwise.

[gimmick-blog-bracket]

Round 0

@front-facing-pokemon

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@apple-counter

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

after finally playing scarlet witch long enough to get this icon ive decided that you really have to love wanda to get this icon

anyway Bonus cause Heh....... Fam.....

[anghraine]

I probably won't have time to write on Wednesday, though I'm very much hoping I manage to keep up my every-day-of-the-month writing streak despite the funeral. Anyway, just in case, I wrote a bit extra for the f/f K/S AU for what would have been this WIP Wednesday—this is about half of it, set shortly after "That Which Survives":

Throughout the hours of separation and doubt, S’paak had not felt as if Jess were dead. An embarrassingly superstitious, irrational part of her was convinced that she would feel it, somehow, if Jessica Kirk were somehow snuffed out of the universe—but such feelings did not constitute data.  So S’paak could only fear the worst and do little to prevent it. She found herself coldly lashing out at those around her, unprovoked, with anger and dread eating at her in a way she had not experienced even on the other occasions when she had greater cause to fear death. S’paak knew very well that today, she had not been merely logical as acting captain in a way the human crew refused to understand, but unfair. Still, she had retained control over herself and the Enterprise, even as her body ached with the wild emotions pervading every part of it, humming, twitching under her skin, setting her teeth on edge. Pain is of the mind, she reminded herself, tapping her fingers on the captain’s console. Pain is of the mind. Pain— The sensations had vanished without warning when she beamed down and saw Jess at last. Now, the visceral discomfort of the day lingered only in S’paak’s distaste at the memory. Even considering the circumstances, even considering the depth of her feeling for Jess, it struck her as strange, an experience she hoped never to repeat. Several hours after her shift ended, S’paak returned to her quarters, welcoming the chance to settle her mind in silence and isolation. Instead, she heard the captain speaking through the wall between their quarters—projecting loud enough for her voice to reach S’paak’s sensitive ears, but muffled enough by the bulkheads for the words to remain indistinct, though she recognized the steady, collected, unhesitating intonation. Kirk must be recording a log of either the mission or her personal observations. S’paak turned away, but knew herself well enough to guess she would find more peace in speaking to Kirk than contemplating what she already knew. It sounded as if the captain had only just begun her log, so now would be the best time for an interruption, anyway. Sure enough, Jess readily broke off when S’paak requested entry, and her mouth was already curving into a smile as S’paak entered. “Captain, I apologize for interrupting you,” S’paak said insincerely.

Jess’s mouth twitched wider. “We both know I’m supposed to be off-duty. Bones would have my head if he knew I was still working.” 

S’paak lifted a brow. They both knew that she had the right and authority to inform him of Jess’s habits, but equally, that she was not such a hypocrite as to do so without better reason than his annoyance.

“I doubt he would have much use for your head, captain,” said S’paak.

Jess laughed outright, and S’paak’s mind filled with a sudden, ephemeral image of the captain’s head hanging from a wall between ceremonial weaponry, like some Terran boar. It would have been horrifying if it weren’t quite so absurd.

“No, I’m guessing not,” Jess said. “Maybe he’d pickle my brain for research, who knows? But you haven’t told me much about what was going on up here. Just how far away did you end up?”

S’paak dutifully reported what little there was to report on her end, and admitted that she had only had time to read Sulu’s account of what exactly had happened on the surface.

“Well, I was just getting around to mine,” said Jess. “It’ll be a bit delayed, but I wanted everything clear in my head before I compile the whole report, especially considering A’mato’s death.” Her mouth tightened.

S’paak had heard about that much from Sulu’s report. She nodded, intensely aware of how poorly Jess accepted most casualties, especially among those outside Security. The away team had been in no position to save him, nor any of the others who had died at Losira’s touch—it was no one’s fault, particularly. Not even the Losira replicas themselves could be accurately blamed. There was nothing to be done, except the usual.

She didn’t know if Jess had written the condolences yet, and normally, would have tried to find out, calibrating her concern for her welfare to the exact demands on the captain’s fortitude. But something else from Sulu’s report had struck S’paak as important, and yet, she didn’t quite know what it was, or why it tugged at her attention.

“That is reasonable,” said S’paak. “I understand that the team took exhaustive readings, as well, though the local flora was inedible.”

Jess sat back down at her desk, gesturing at the nearest chair. 

“I don’t imagine the readings will figure all that largely in my own report, though no doubt Bones will have plenty to say,” she said as S’paak settled into the chair, the one Jess herself usually sat in during their chess matches. The board was packed on a shelf rather than set out, and S’paak did not intend to suggest a game, preferring to keep her attention focused for now.

Something had happened today, something she should have observed, or had observed, but had not yet assigned to the correct framework and fully recognized. S’paak almost frowned at the smooth surface of the table.

“That is not an extraordinary occurrence,” she remarked.

She expected a short huff of laughter, a wry aside, something. But Jess had fallen unusually silent.

“We could have starved to death down there,” she said, almost carelessly. “Quite a logical concern, I’m sure you’ll agree. We would have died even if the Losiras hadn’t gotten to us, without the Enterprise coming back for us. That will certainly make it into my report.”

[beaft]

would love to introduce customers to a radical new notion called Using Your Eyes and Brain