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[felicitypdf]

[shesnake]

Vulture showed Rachel Weisz that Reductress piece

[froggymp3]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CciIEI_pEOR/

[leclerrari]

“I was on a boat in Monaco. I had put the phone on silent mode, I find the call from Maurizio Arrivabene. I told the friend I was with to turn off the engines, that the head of Ferrari had called me and I didn’t feel well. I understand that he wouldn’t take me in Ferrari. It seemed a little strange to me that he called me to tell me that, I was disappointed. Fifteen seconds later he called me and told me he was joking. I hung up and dived into the sea, it all seemed so surreal. Me in Ferrari...”

— Charles Leclerc on signing with Ferrari in 2018 for L’Officiel Italia

[jungkookverse]

"Obviously, BTS are focusing on individual projects. What are you most looking forward to, though, when you all do get back together?"

[partynthem]

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[espeon-krossing]

My favourite girl came over today! 🐈‍⬛

[she-her-cuntboy]

um um maybe if I was a fakeboy forced to voyeur by her t4t owner couple who degrade and hypno-dumbify her as punishment for being "basically cis" .... maybe if you came all over the panties you forced me to wear and rubbed it into my neglected pussy and told me you'd knock me up without having to actually rape me, aren't you so nice for that... maybe if someone got me fucked up high and brainless and tired and shut-down and doped-up and thought popped bimbo bubbles, and bounced me on their vibrator and slapped me and treated me as a toy to play with....

[hama-cr0w]

Black Horse

[dimepicture]

[froggymp3]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CdKveiPPaDJ/

[saintsilmarillion]

Our Antlers Tangled Interlude 1

Feathers & Fire for @feast-of-horns

Mairon stumbles across Eönwë

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Mairon runs. He runs until he is clear of the chaotic boulders and some semblance of order returns to the forest around him. He keeps running still, as if with enough speed he might leave his thoughts behind. That he might outrun what has occurred. What he himself chose to bring about.

He is so focused on inattention that he almost collides with the other maia suddenly in his path. He stops just in time and falls back against a rockery, dislodging small succulents from their placement as he scrambles to regain his feet.

‘You will not find much prey so far from Oromë’s halls.’

Eönwë stands before him, offering an unneeded hand. He withdraws it at Mairon’s look and returns to his seat on the low curving branch of a silver sycamore. His plumage is deep, dark brown - a far cry from his usual bright feathers.

‘Cheat.’ Mairon says, gesturing at them.

‘I did not have the advantage of flying.’ Eönwë smiles ruefully. He tilts his face up, searching the gilded skies.

Mairon stands, brushing himself down and trying to appear less disheveled than he feels. He looks at Eönwë properly; the defeated slump of his shoulders, the restlessness and longing that clings to his spirit.

Eönwë is turning a crystal in his hands, something shimmering between red, purple and blue, and quickly disappearing into his belt pouch when he notices Mairon’s eyes on it.

Mairon climbs up next to him and lays himself back against the crook of the white branches' curve, nudging Eönwë’s thigh with a toe.

‘Who do you await, this far from the others?’

Eönwë sighs, his gaze turning inward to memories.

‘Someone who I no longer think I can call friend.’

One who turned traitor for Melkor then. Mairon tries not to understand what could attract a maia to the fallen vala. He fails.

Mairon does not want to think about what just happened. He wants it gone from his mind, from his fána, from his ëala, everywhere where it still lingers.

He sits forward, smiling playfully.

‘Their loss is my gain,’ Mairon says, taking Eönwë’s collar in his fist and drawing the maia from morbid thoughts. ‘I claim your catch.’

‘What do you ask of me?’ Eönwë’s breath flutters against Mairon’s mouth, filled with the airy promise of rain and light.

‘A kiss.’ Mairon replies, brushing close enough that they almost do.

‘Only a kiss?’

‘I only demand a kiss, if you wish to offer more after you may do so.’

Eönwë smiles softly and leans in to grant him a sweet kiss. He is gentle but confident. A comfort between friends. So different from the last lips that touched his.

Mairon pours himself into the other maia, seeking Eönwë’s arms with his fingertips. They are sculpted with hard muscle from his constant training, still retaining his lithe, flight-ready delicacy.

Eönwë groans, his own hands finding Mairon’s thighs with assured passion.

Mairon grips at his wings, hard enough to tear feathers loose. There is nothing for Mairon to ground himself with here.

The taste of chaos still lingers in his mouth.

[kissuey]

[inpraiseoffolly]

From G5 My Little Pony Toolkit

[espeon-krossing]

Witch's kitchen 🔪🥘