#I FORGOT THIS IN THE DRAFTS
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justforthedead · 2 days ago
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being 13 was crazy cuz it's like no one is coming to save you. there's only one option and it's to read about band guys having gay sex
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ninalinovna · 10 months ago
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bruce's worst nightmare is them getting along 💀
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lokh · 2 years ago
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DO YOU SEE MY VISION... DO YOU SEE WHAT THEY COULD BECOME
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the-maw-consumes · 1 year ago
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do you think it'll let up soon?
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meltedmush · 7 months ago
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!! WELCOME 2025!!
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agent-becky · 17 days ago
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what if there was no Amnesia-inator?
AT2D bad-end AU
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you can't tell me perry wouldn't break the rules to maintain some kind of contact with his family.
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lotus-pear · 3 months ago
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last post before i enter the medieval torture apparatus (ap exam week)
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purplecatghostposts · 9 months ago
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Chat Noir: Hey, my lady? Quick question: why was Argos multitasking during patrol and trying to solve a cryptex? He said he got it from you.
Ladybug, casually: Oh, it’s from my latest treasure hunt I made for him.
Chat Noir: …You give him treasure hunts? Why?
Ladybug: I still don’t totally trust him not to pull another ‘Red Moon’ incident so I figured if I give him enrichment, he’s gonna be spending his time solving puzzles and figuring out clues that take him all over the city instead of potentially becoming a supervillain again.
Chat Noir, who watched Félix spend several hours to solving riddles last night: …Huh. Does he know..?
Ladybug: 90% sure, yes. I don’t think he cares that much, he’s pretty invested in it and I’m great at creating complex systems with clues to follow so— it works out. Plus usually there is something to find at the end of the trail. Usually Kagami.
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arkhamochi · 1 month ago
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patrick-stewart · 4 months ago
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Shawn Hatosy as Dr. Jack Abbot THE PITT | 1.14
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quiescentdestiny · 3 months ago
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so many people out here saying Neil lied about going to California, but low-key I assumed it was more of a "didn't ask" type situation.
Even Kevin says "we knew who he was meeting, so we assumed he was going to Baltimore."
Neil is the king of "ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies".
Andrew wasn't angry because he didn't care that Neil had lied. Because he technically didn't, and Andrew lives on black and white and technicalities.
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cookiesonfire · 5 months ago
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“spit or swallow?” i spit in his mouth and he swallows it then he thanks me
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bimmyjimmy · 2 months ago
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He saw a neighbour in my window
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sunsburns · 5 months ago
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Hey girl I have a request. I think Clark is into body worship, both receiving and giving but I feel he’d be so cute being in the receiving end. He’s Superman, he gets praise all the time and takes it in stride, but when it comes to you? Oh he gets shy, his cheeks are pink, he stutters a bit. When you tell him how big he is, there’s always a “…you think so?” “I’m not that big…”. His eyes are glazed when you start kissing and groping him everywhere appreciatively. Clark becomes bashful and flustered because all the praise coming from YOU just hits different. Can you please add onto this 😭😭😭
oh, you are absolutely cooking here. clark being shy and flustered when he’s on the receiving end of body worship? that’s a full-course meal. (18+) ᢉ𐭩
it starts with something small. maybe an offhand compliment while he's getting dressed—your eyes lingering just a second too long, watching how his muscles shift under his skin, the sheer width of him, the way his broad shoulders slope into a tapered waist, strong arms straining slightly as he buttons up his shirt.
“you’re so big.”
three words, simple, but they wreck him.
his hands falter, button slipping from his fingers, and his head turns towards you, brows pinched in disbelief, a soft, breathy laugh escaping him like he’s not sure he heard you right.
“…you think so?”
he’s genuinely unsure. as if he hasn’t had people across the globe marvel at him, as if he isn’t literally superhuman in strength, in stature, in presence. but this—you looking at him like that, eyes dark and full of appreciation, tracing every inch of him with slow, lingering touches—this is different.
“clark, baby,” you hum, stepping in closer, letting your hands drag up his chest, feeling the solid weight of him under your palms. you look up at him, “you’re huge.”
his throat bobs, adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow. his skin burns under your touch, warmth radiating from him like a furnace.
“i’m not that big…” he tries, voice going a little weak when your fingers curl around his biceps, giving them an appreciative squeeze.
you just smile, letting your hands wander, mapping the planes of his body like you have all the time in the world. “mm, you are. so big. so strong. so perfect.”
and that’s when it happens—his ears go pink first, then his cheeks, and then that soft, bashful smile creeps onto his face, the kind that makes his dimples show. he can’t handle it. his hands come up like he’s going to stop you, but they just hover, unsure—because does he really want you to stop?
“you—” his voice catches, and he lets out another laugh, this time breathier, shaking his head like he can’t believe you. like he can’t believe he gets you.
but you’re not done. no, now that you see how he’s unravelling, you want more. you press your lips to his collarbone, slow and reverent, and he melts. his body twitches under your mouth, his breath coming out uneven as your kisses trail lower, over his chest, down the ridges of his abs, your hands following close behind, smoothing over every dip, every curve of muscle.
and clark—sweet, sweet clark—is squirming.
“baby,” he breathes, voice cracking just a little as he watches you kneel before him, eyes glazed and heavy-lidded. “you don’t have to—”
“but i want to.” you cut him off, lips ghosting over the center of his stomach, feeling how his muscles flex beneath your mouth. you move lower, pressing your cheek against his crotch. you basically nuzzle against his boner, tracing the shape of it with your lips, mouthing it, kissing it over his clothes.
“you’re so beautiful, clark. so handsome. so perfect.”
his whole face is red now, a helpless, lopsided smile tugging at his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, completely overwhelmed. his body can handle a lot, but this?
“okay, but make it quick.”
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beastliness · 3 months ago
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HAUNTING TWINKS IN YOUR AREA
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applerums · 1 year ago
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mwah
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