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[attyattlaw]

anyway happy pocky day guys

[myokk]

Poppy + unicorn😇

[tricksterlatte]

Joker is the type of guy to defend his boyfriend on toxic anime boy powerpoint night, but also the type of person to do stuff like this

[actualdannyfenton]

Right so I'm autistic and I need someone to help me understand if something is acceptable or not. I really really love dp and sometimes I like to deep scroll through things that I've reblogged, and I kinda want to reblog them again bc they're wonderful and I haven't seen them in a while and want to share them again. Is that weird? Like I don't want anyone to feel as though I'm stalking their pages or something, I'm stalking my own if anything, but would people be offput by me reblogging say fanart or fics they posted a few years ago? Please help lol

[existennialmemes]

We all burned out in our twenties because they taught us to "Chase our Dreams" when we were kids. But humans are persistence predators, so we just ran out of energy mid hunt and watched as our dreams galloped away in front of us.

[field-of-sungflowers]

Hands you a Doctor Sung

Hands you another Doctor Sung but this one's got a funny hat on his funny hat

[effervescentdragon]

A/b/o Charlos 👀

parts 1 2 3 4 🙃

Carlos spends his rut alone.

It's one of the worst ones in his life. He feels completely and utterly wretched, and the whole week passes in a daze of anger, arousal, and sorrow. The first two emotions, he'd expected. They've been more or less the same ever since he presented, ever-present and common. He knows how to deal with both his anger and agression and with his unnaturally heightened state of arousal, despite all of them being more intense than ever. It makes sense, since this is the first rut he spends without someone to f- for company.

Caco and his father both called him a fool.

"You have willing omegas and betas, and even alphas at your disposal, just waiting for us to call!" his father had hissed. "And you decide to suffer this alone, Junior, like a complete fool! I thought you were smarter."

"What the fuck are you playing at, Carletes?" Caco had asked. "I don't know why you're acting like a fool, but this is just plain fucking stupid!"

Carlos hadn't budged, no matter how much they insisted. His ruts, just like those of all the alphas on the grid, were timed to happen during the summer break. The moment final race had ended, Carlos had run back to his home in Spain, because he could feel his rut incoming much faster than usual. He'd closed himself off for the week, adamant to go through it alone this time. If his father or Caco had a suspicion as to reason for it, they hadn't mentioned it to Carlos. It was the thing he was most grateful for, because how was he supoosed to explain that the thought of touching anyone who wasn't Charles made him want to scream? How was he supposed to say it out loud when he could barely admit it in the confines of his own mind?

He kept pretending Charles had nothing to do with it until the moment when everything hurt so much and he couldn't bear it and so finally he took himself in hand and whimpered Charles' name as he came all over himself. From then on, it was an inevitable soundtrack to the week from hell, a litany of Charles' name that echoed through his empty apartment multiple times a day and night both as his biology wreaked havoc on his senses. When the red haze of anger took him, because he was alone when he wasn't supposed to be alone, he wished he could break the world so that he wouldn't have to think about how his insides felt like they were breaking irreparably. And then his dick reminded him that it wasn't over yet and he was at the mercy of his hormones, and he went on like that until he couldn't tell arousal and anger apart anymore.

But all of that, he could handle. It wasn't a problem. Isn't a problem, because Carlos refuses to make it into one.

It's the sorrow that throws him off completely.

It comes in waves that leave him breathless, panting and shaking and crying. It comes in the middle of his orgasms and punches the breath out of his lungs and diminishes any respite he may have gotten from coming. It makes him wake up from nightmares of always chasing someone whose face he can't see, hearing their familiar laugh, almost touching them before they slip through his fingers and he wakes up weeping. It breaks through the haze of his agression until he finds himself grasping for the edge of the cold pool where he was trying to swim his agression out so hard, the tiles feel like they will break under his grasp any second.

It exhausts both his body and soul until he is so miserable, he can't even take himself in hand to give himself some much needed relief.

It was a good thing he was doing this alone. He wouldn't have been able to hide this from anyone who would've been here. He would have forgotten himself, and he didn't want to risk having to first-hand check how good their NDA's were.

Charles doesn't call him through the week.

It's not that he usually calls. They don't really talk that much, except some texts here and there, so it isn't anything unusual. It still makes Carlos want to scream, or cry, or break something.

He is alone in his apartment, sitting on the floor of his balcony and looking out at the coastline, when the message comes.

Carlos thinks to ignore it all, like he's been ignoring everything during this week. He sent off messages to Caco semi-regularly that he was alright, but everything else, he'd ignored.

The moment he sees Charles' name on the screen, his heart starts beating faster. His abused dick also decides it has more in itself, even after Carlos lazily jerked off in the summer breeze not half an hour ago.

Charles: look at this 😂 [link]

Carlos opens the video automatically, and Charles' voice fills his ears. Macarena starts playing but Carlos can't care about it, or about himself in the second part of the short video, because the footage of Charles makes him start jerking himself off immediately.

He messes something up in his haste and the video changes. This time, it's an edit of Charles, and it feels like it was custom made to drive Carlos crazy. He looks at his screen and remebers what it was like, to be inside Charles, to have him underneath Carlos, to hear him say So good, Carlos, so good -

Carlos comes. He slumps back down, exhausted. His dick feels chafed, and the salty summer air brings him little relief. He still burns, burns with desire, burns for Charles.

He looks down at his phone. The video of Charles on a loop is still playing on a loop. The ocean breeze cools down the sweat on his skin. He breathes heavily, his chest feeling like it's cleaving in two. None of the smells around him are right.

He sends the video to Charles. He doesn't pause as he types I like this one better, then closes his phone and eyes both and tries to let the sound of the ocean soothe him.

[punster-2319]

Barbenheimer (2023)

[aditchfullofchickens]

once upon a time, long ago, i was almost a princess.

almost.

[triplexdoublex]

[harmcityherald]

Old hotel on cathedral, Lincoln once stayed on second floor. One of our furniture skates disappeared from under a file, I'm betting Lincoln took it.

[grabyoursaintsandpray]

Peace was never an option

[torra-and-the-toons]

Throwback to to (start of) an art piece I did for an art class back in 2015 where one of the professors tried to fail me because, in her words, "Cartoon style isn't art."

This was in an animation track too.

[cosmic-kaden]

@ama-ships Oleanders rats introducing themselves 😂😂😂

[jakemyboy]

Jake is my lockscreen. Always....❤️

[chibistarlyte]