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[emo-dogthing]

Who wants to go outside and play wolves together

[electricfied-wolf]

THEY'RE JUST KIDS. THEY'RE JUST LITTLE FELLAS. I LOVE THEM ALL 💖💖💖

[angstydiaz]

me when YET ANOTHER SHOW I LIKE GETS CANcELLED

[montereybayaquarium]

Did someone call for a cute bigeye octopus moment? 👀 🐙

Like most octopuses, the bigeye loves a homey hiding place and scrumptious shrimp snacks! Our aquarists use an acrylic rod to lure the octopus out for a little tug o' war and target practice. These enrichments are all a part of a balanced diet to keep our octopuses happy and healthy. What snacks make you feel happy?

[wwweirdworld]

Sindrome dell'impostore

Sono un impostore

Forse ho giocato troppo ad Among Us durante la pandemia, non lo so. Quel che è certo, è che sono diventato la nemica di me stessa. Pensavo non fosse una cosa a cui dar peso, finché non ho visto come applico ciò a tutti gli ambiti della mia vita.

Soprattutto in ciò che amo fare di più: cucinare. Io sono come i biscotti che preparo ogni venerdì pomeriggio alle 5. Non appena li inforno, e inizio a vederli diventare dorati, dubito di loro.

"Questa infornata è una merda" mi dico. Oppure:"Ho messo troppo cioccolato, troppo poco, saranno crudi, saranno scotti". Di cosa hanno colpa quei poveri biscotti? Di nulla

Io non ho colpa di nulla. I miei biscotti ancora si devono formare, e io già li insulto. Poverini!

Io sono la stessa cosa. Mentre sto facendo qualcosa, mi ripeto che fallirò, quindi non ne vale la pena.

Alla fine i biscotti sono piaciuti a tutti, tranne a me che ho sempre trovato il pelo nelle due uova a temperatura ambiente. Alla fine io non fallisco, ma per me stessa non basterò mai.

Mai.

vorrei essere un biscotto

[alienssstufff]

listen..my vision…

[eadwulfs]

Okay here’s a colored version bc I’m obsessed and I am eating them eating them eating them

[heartstopperthoughts]

Anyone who’s been saying that Nick and Charlie are too sexually pure like “oh they’re teenage boys, they’d be having a lot of sex” has clearly never read the novella

[tubbytarchia]

Can we get the meow meows that are the Fairy Fort Alliance?

Yesss my little meow meows who always got along and to whom nothing bad ever happened to

Shoutout to Liauditore whose Lizzie bangs I wanted to steal without realizing they're just Sailor Moon bangs

[ozwuv]

was thinking about how perfect ken amada's battle pose would be for oz <-playing too much p3r

[axoqiii]

hello drawig request...can you draw lizzie ldshadowlady maybe?

hello anon ask from half a year ago. yes i certainly can here u go!!

[dailypearldoodles]

Day 563

The happiest of farewells to Season 9 of Hermitcraft, what an amazing season truly. Pearl truly outdid herself this season with her beautiful and colorful and absolutely lively megabase, honestly me and Mod Cosmic cannot do it justice XD I started this doodle endeavor a bit of ways into S9 and I hope to make it last throughout S10. Thank you Pearl and all the hermits for a wonderful season and I can't wait to see what they do next :D

[raceweek]

Alex Albon: End of year TikTok drafts clear out, part one📹🎾

[mossfeathers]

oh btw im hoping and praying for bigb on a larger 3-4 person team this time around pleas eplease please please pleaseeeeee i NEED to see more dynamics with him. hes just a chill guy. let him commit unspeakable crimes with other horrible people.

[bird-inacage]

LOVE SEA | Intro: Behind the Scenes (Almost Kisses)

[hungharrington]

awe like imagine steve cupping your face all soft while ur going down on him :) and his thumb just keeps swiping soft and tender over ur cheek and the corner of ur mouth :,) he’s being so gentle but you want him to be rougher so maybe u grab his wrists, fingernails biting into his flesh when u take him deeper, and then suddenly he's not holding u quite so much like you’re made of glass :) anyway

i’m not usually a girl who thirsts after giving head but fuck…. this version of it? might just do that MDNI this entire blog is 18+

“Fuck, baby,” Steve pants, his voice strained against the whine he fights down. It’s proving extra difficult every time he looks down. Between the warm wet heat of your mouth and the sight of you between his thighs, he’s a fucking goner.

Still, his hands are soft, one laced loosely in your hair. It doesn’t push. The other cups your cheek lightly, fingers twitching when your hollow your cheeks around his cock and suck hard. It’s sweet— but it’s not what you want.

“God, you’re perfect, your mouth is so fucking perfect,” He babbles, a low moan dragging out his chest when you bury more of him in your mouth. He’s heavy on your tongue and you adore watching the ripple of his tummy every time you bob up and down his cock.

Even then though, his hands stay sweet — his thumb moving down to brush across your stretched lips. He groans loudly, cock twitching in your mouth, eyes screwing shut. You peer up at him through your lashes, desperate to drink in all his reactions. How do you say this with no words?

Your hands shift, abandoning their mindless task of stroking along his thighs to grab his wrists. The motion has Steve freezing with a gasp— eyes flying open. Before there’s a moment to question, you tug them into your hair and push.

“Oh shit,” He whines pitifully, face twisting up in pleasure as you sink even further down on him. You release his wrists and gargle happily on his cock. His hands in your hair seem to act without him thinking, tightening and pulling you further. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You moan around him, all too happy with the way he’s filling your mouth. You can feel the head of his cock drooling onto your tongue. Steve groans loudly, hands finally pulling back— your head moving easily with them. His chest rises and falls quickly as he forces his eyes back open again, looking down at you. His cheeks are scarlet.

You’re still sucking, your tongue lolling over the sensitive head of his cock, and Steve shudders with a loud whimper. His hands in your hair tighten again.

“Fuck, I gotcha.” He murmurs as evenly as he can, guiding your head back down and setting the pace this time. “I know whatcha want, honey.”

You gaze up at him adoringly, hollowing your cheeks, and Steve moans brokenly, eyes flashing closed for a second — his hips bucking up into your mouth. Your gut burns with heat, hungry for his orgasm.