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tickledpink1113 · 2 years
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Please please stop assuming I am a k!nk blog! It is very harmful not to mention hurtful, I am a minor-if you have read my blog properly, you’d know I am not a k!nk blog! I am SFW only, so think before you assume of others and ask if you don’t know. Be sure to thuroughly read blogs first, and don’t disrespect me then block me right after. It makes you look weak hon <3 @solarpoolsystem
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artecco · 1 year
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Please, BE KIND . . . . . . . . . . #pleasebekind #bekind #transrights #lgbtq #loveislove #artecco #procreate #illustration #digitalart (at Newport, Wales) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpeAI0RIi8g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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mryz · 1 year
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My yearly ritual, my obligatory screenshot! Happy New Year! . . #happynewyear #goodbye2020 #hello2023 #newbeginnings #newyear #yearlyritual #letsdothis #bringiton #smile #behappy #pleasebegood #pleasebekind #goodvibes #positivevibes #dontkillmyvibe #livelaughlearnlove #gogetit #letsgo https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm1WoMtP8GU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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japan0001 · 7 months
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はじめまして よろしくお願いします PleaseBeKind MuchoGusto AuPlaisir FreueMichAufZusammenarbeit PiacereDiLavorareConTe Пожалуйста_Будьте_Добры أرجو_منكم_التعاون 请多关照 कृपया_ध्यान_दें ขอบคุณที่ร่วมงานกับผม
#はじめまして #NiceToMeetYou #EncantadoDeConocerte #Enchanté #FreutMich #PiacereDiConoscerti #ПриятноПознакомиться #تشرفت_بمعرفتك #很高兴认识你 #मुझेआपसेमिलकरखुशीहुई #ยินดีที่ได้รู้จัก
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livejasmin-sexchat · 2 years
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starl1t-vo1d · 4 years
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The outfit is still a work in progress! I'm really only posting this so that I can show @nickleerie the wig that I made based off of how he styles Lydia's hair in his drawings. It needs some touch ups certainly but I'm proud of it so far! This is a solid week of work.
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kitcat47universe · 3 years
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Broken Heart
Warnings: I have a sad life right now and I am just trying to release some stress
A/N: Please understand it's just the ramblings of my broken life. I have anxiety so it's a bit chaotic.
As I sit here thinking about all that I want to say. I’ve been pushing away from writing as this makes my heart ache more than I’d like it to. It's more, I want to let out what is floating around in my head for me. I grew up knowing I was nothing. I was never going to be considered beautiful, smart, or even wanted. The whole of the world told me so, as did most of my family and most everyone I knew. The rest just didn’t care enough to even bother with me. I just believed them because I had lost all my hope. How do you have hope when it's just a big empty place and no light ever reaches you. My anxiety and PTSD are not really my friends, but they are the biggest voices I hear. They have made me something different in this world we live in.
I was four when I knew movies were not real. Fiction was a made-up world. A four-year-old telling a grown woman that it was ok during a scary movie because I knew it was pretend and she was jumping scared. I don’t know if that’s sad or incredible. I’m leaning towards sad mostly. How can I have such insight at four?
I can remember by the time I was eight I knew without question that a superhero would never save me even though I needed one. I was never going to be enough to be worth saving. I had already been physical and sexually abused and I was well on my way to being completely emotionally broken. (I remember being told to just get over it. That's super helpful.) I coped by letting myself get hurt in one way because it meant that I wasn’t hurt far worse in other ways. I never learned how to properly cope with everything that was thrown at me. Even my immediate family wasn’t really a safe place for me. Yet, I had a sliver of hope that maybe I was wrong. That hope died by the time I was fourteen. I lost myself and my heart.
I finished growing up with no idea what I needed and the only escape I had was going to the movies. I always wanted to see the big action adventure or superhero movies as no one can hear you cry over the loud explosions. No one can see you in pain in the dark. If you still have tears at the end of a horror movie you can blame it on the movie and not a bad life. When the big hero saves their love, I always knew that was never me. I would never be loved like that.
That changed the day I first saw Captain America in any movie. Something about the character seemed so different. I looked up the character and learned there were movies just for him. So off I went to see what was different. That was harder as I didn't any streaming service and buying anything that wasn't a need, well it was problematic. (Ok I admit it I was raising a kid on little to nothing. I know it's sad, but it happens.) I knew not even two minutes in that I was going to have my heart ripped from my chest and this was going to hurt. I watched a little Steve Rogers get beat up and his best friend keep him alive in the end. I was speechless. Every soft spot I could have for a character was playing out on that screen.
My favorite thing any actor can do is make me see the character and not the actor. I was watching Steve not Chris Evans and I was watching Bucky not Sebastian Stan. I hated it. I hated that my heart was going to be broken. I hated that I watched Bucky die. I hated that Steve crashed the plane. I felt like I was watching a part of me ripped out and killed. Like I was watching my own heart stopped beating in front of my eyes. I wanted it to be over. I knew why it hit so hard for me and yet I didn’t want to admit it. Admitting it would make it oh so more real.
I looked up the actors to see if maybe they were just really good and not great people. I was wrong, oh so very wrong. These two men are truly kind and wonderful. I don’t know if they had been directed telling them to act this way or if it was all their own choices. I really want to know. I doubt I will ever know.
Back to that first time watching them. All I wanted was for there to be no Captain America movies and I had only seen the one. (It would a couple of years before I had the nerve to watch any of the other films.) There on that big screen was my hope and I hated it.
These to incredible actors had given the world the one person I ever truly let it. The one I had lost years before. I saw him in how Steve was a “good man not a perfect soldier.” I saw him in the way Bucky always believed in Steve. I saw him in how Steve went after Bucky. I saw him in how Bucky wouldn’t leave Steve behind. I saw him in how Bucky walked and tilted is hat. I saw him in the good shot that Bucky is. I saw him in how they both broke some of the rules but never gave up. I saw him in the captain’s uniform that Steve wore. I saw him in them. It absolutely broke my heart. How could they give him back to me and take him away from me again? The only person I have no doubts about. The one person I know loved me unconditionally and fought for me. I one person I could always count on. I mean always.
They gave me back my granddad. He was a WWII Army Air Corp captain. He flew B-52 bombers over Europe. My favorite photo that I have is him in his dress uniform. Just like Steve's uniform. It makes my heart flutter when I see that uniform on screen. I am a complete softie for WWII soldiers in their dress uniforms.
Losing him was not something I could ever have been ready for, and it hurts to this day. This last decade has been the hardest for me. The last year and half left me feeling about as needed and loved as the worst people in history. I haven’t felt like a mom anymore. I haven’t felt like I was needed even by child anymore. I have felt like the world was telling me that I didn’t deserve to breathe anymore. I hurt so much. I feel just beyond alone.
What would I give to just have one more day with my granddad? Just one more day. And still I as much as I hate having my heart ripped out, I still could never ever have them undo what they did. I could never bare the pain of completely losing what my granddad was. I find so strange that it took two separate good men to give the world what my granddad was. In all the movies about soldiers I have ever seen never have I come across what my granddad was and is. The world can see him like I did. Not physically like since he wasn’t built like a demigod, but at least his heart and some of his soul. He was what grounded me and gave me a safe place. I’ll never know if he was still here how different I would have been. He would have given me my first flying lesson if I wanted to be a pilot. He would have encouraged me and told me I could do this even when I don’t believe. He would make sure I saw what he saw in me.
I know that I will never be able to meet either Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan. Could never afford to and plus I'm already invisible in this world. I wish they could know what they gave me and that he is still here in what they did with Steve and Bucky. I will always believe in these two. Not the superheroes but the good men with good hearts. I will always think of these two actors as great men because they gave me my granddad back just for a little while.
On a side note, I have seen all the Marvel movies thanks to my kid having a true love for all things superhero and space.
If you read this far thanks. Ummm, please know that I serious adore Steve and Bucky. They are as close as I can get to believing in any kind of hero right now.
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justabstractthings · 4 years
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“Wanna grab a drink?” | Aizawa Shouta x F!Reader
Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Female!Reader
Warnings: One swear, suggestive themes but not really. Novice author trying to write something cute-ish
Word Count: 735
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Very first drabble prompt I decided to post here. I’m still trying to decide if I want to write fluff or smut or both! Let me know what you think!
To say that you were exhausted after a long and stressful day was an understatement. To say that you missed your husband and baby was also an understatement. It was almost midnight by the time you came home so you expected your little family to be snoring the night away as you sneaked into your apartment. 
The lights were out except for a little sliver of light coming from your little one’s bedroom. You dropped your bag by the doorstep and shuffled out of your shoes as quietly as you can. It wouldn’t do good for you or your husband if your 2-year-old realized mommy was home. You tiptoed into the kitchen for a little stress reliever before you jumped into bed. It always helped you sleep a little bit easier after a long day. 
You searched through the cabinets until you found the right kind of wine. Your face lit up with relief as your favorite wine still had about half a glass left. Now all that was left to do was reach all the way up at the highest shelf for the fancy wine glasses you saved for days such as this. 
As you were reaching up to grab a glass, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and you felt a solid chest pressed into your back. You let out a squeak until you realized who was behind you. “What’s a lady like you drinking alone on a Friday night?” Aizawa’s voice rumbled against the top of your head. 
“What’s an old man like you up this late at night?” You felt him huff against your hair. 
In less than a second, you were staring into tired black eyes. Tired but handsome nonetheless. “I’m not old,” Aizawa grumbled.
“Your scruff says otherwise.”
“Wanna go grab a drink?”
You place a finger on his naked chest as you slowly trailed it down to his belly button. You didn’t miss the way he shivered under your touch. “I don’t think my husband would appreciate it if I went out with another man.”
“I think he can make an exception.” You felt his hands press harder against your hips as he brought his lips closer to your ear. Aizawa nibbled on your ear, which elicited a quiet mewl from your lips. “After all, he has a beautiful woman as his wife.”
Aizawa’s lips immediately crashed against your own as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Strong arms brought you closer to his body. He pushed you against the counter. Your body pressed against two hard places.
This is the intoxication you craved that wine could never give you. Raw, passionate, and full of love. You felt your head getting dizzier and dizzier. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen or from the way your husband was kissing you. It was intoxicating. 
You felt his nimble fingers start unbuttoning your pants as you desperately clawed on his back. Aizawa began kissing down your neck as your exhaustion began fading away from your body. You needed this and Aizawa needed this too. When was the last time both of you had time alone together between raising a child and working as full-time adults? It’s been way too long.
You bit your lip as you felt Aizawa’s fingers reach onto the hem of your underwear. You sucked in a breath as you stared into his lust-filled eyes. You felt his warm breath against your lips. Your own breath was caught in your throat, waiting in anticipation. As his fingers started pulling down your underwear, a sharp cry woke both of you up from your endeavors. 
“MOMMY! DADDY!”
“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath as the atmosphere immediately dissipated into nothingness. 
“I’ll get him,” Aizawa said as he began to fix his pants. Sometimes he wondered why both of you decided to create and grow the next generation of heroes. He already had enough problems with his own students.
You pulled your husband back into the kitchen as you fixed your clothes. “It’s ok. I haven’t seen him all day. And I think you need to fix your little friend there.” You smirked up at Aizawa as he glared down at you. You couldn’t help up but giggle at your husband’s harmless annoyance. You reached up to kiss him on his stubbly cheek. “Plus, you still owe me a drink.”
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mymindisashitpost · 3 years
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PETITION FOR CORPSE TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF HIMSELF !!!
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alienwithdoubts · 3 years
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Ghostlight Ch. 1
Wolfstar modern AU fic set in NYC theater scene!
Remus was definitely about to be fired. Or at least written up. For the third time since the last stop, Remus glanced down at his wrist to read his watch: 6:52pm.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. The show started at 8:00pm, which meant pre-show started at 7:15pm, which meant he was supposed to have been at the theater at 6:30pm to start setting up the bar. And he would have been—he’d even given himself an extra five minutes for the commute—but what he hadn’t accounted for was the now 27 minute delay in the MTA’s service between 84th and 72nd street. How silly of him.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31384160/chapters/77612450#workskin
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#STOPASIANHATE
I am truly heart broken about what happened this past week. Please be kind to one another and stop spreading hate. That is not what the world needs right now. 
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Me peering into 2021 like… 🤞🏼
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📷 of Pauline de Rothschild by Horst P. Horst
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lord-skarsgard · 4 years
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Here’s a quick psa...
Some of us have yet to watch villains for many reasons. The main reason being it’s not available in our country. I found a loaded link online today so I’m gonna watch it. But it may be hard for others to find. With that being said please do not post videos or clips or spoilers. Pics are okay because they do not always give everything away. This is just a friendly reminder. This is something that annoys me with any fandom or just generally before I see a film...
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jmw87 · 4 years
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Unfortunately us retail workers, especially cashiers, don’t have the luxury of staying home. It would be nice if everyone could recognize that. Instead we work everyday to make sure customers are taken care of and try to make sure things are stocked to the best of our abilities. We’ve been under a lot of stress and are at the point of exhaustion, our schedules are being switched around to accommodate business needs. So please just be patient, kind, and understanding, we’d appreciate it!! Thanks @96.3wdvd for the post!! #retail #retailworkers #retailworkerproblems #cashier #cashierproblems #stayinghomeisnotanoption #iwishicouldstayhome #pleaseshowrespect #pleasebekind #covid_19 #covid19response #pleasedonthoard https://www.instagram.com/p/B91idPllmhI/?igshid=1pky5692wjbvu
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gilesnewman · 5 years
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‘Tether’....... Hand carved by knife from a single, unbroken piece of Lime wood. 27cm (10.63in) x 18cm (7.1in). . This piece has been my all consuming obsession for the last 6 weeks so I’m feeling a strange mix of elation, exhaustion and emptiness at its completion. . . . #pleasebekind #horse #sculpture #woodcarving #woodart #handmade #handcarved #art #artist #nature #craft #maker #makersmovement #madebyhand #inspiredbynature #craftsposure #imadethis #calledtobecreative #postitfortheaesthetic #creativehappylife #beautifulthings https://www.instagram.com/giles__newman/p/BuHMbTQH00B/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1gemtpp93tprx
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halcyondancecrew · 5 years
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Unseen performance practise videos👌🏻*chefs kiss*
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