Also nibbling on his tattoos (especially his the "and" part)
so all of this entire page is lethal. but please. please can we focus on the giveaway question and the answers.
“HOW DID FRANK IERO NEARLY DIE?”
BITCH WHICH TIME~🎃
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imperative that you're stealing your f/os body heat btw. absolutely crucial that you're curling up close by them on cold nights and holding their hand on late-night walks. you need to be stealing their ackets and sweatshirts ok. also you have to stick your hands down the back of their shirt when they're cold
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once again focusing in on dragon-surgeons with laserlike aim. we have several thoughts on this passage, which are as follows:
one: how does one dissect a dragon. what are they doing it with. are there attendants here with those massive two-person saws for this purpose, with the doctors spectating and directing? are the surgeons the guys with the massive saws? the dragons are So big compared to the people, are they crawling around in there? do they have students in attendance as they might at a human dissection?
two: 'dissection' is such a particular choice of word here. if you are taking apart your Coworker after their death that is an Autopsy. if you are taking apart an animal for food after their death that is Butchering, and if you are taking it apart for science that is a Necropsy. it is, what, 1806? dissection is scientific and not really for people you are regarding as People right about now. this is such a Way of pointing out the Strange Social Position of dragons in temeraireverse.
three: again I ask. how does one Become a dragon-surgeon. keynes seems to be equally adept at human medicine, and on his various adventures up to this point laurence hasn't been provided with an additional surgeon for his crew as well as for his dragon. what kind of medical school operations are going on in england and scotland to allow this guy Training. are medical students from edinburgh being funneled out to the covert at (iirc fictional) loch laggan to study dragons? what is the Draconic opinion on post-mortem disassembly for scientific purposes?
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I'm sitting next to you in a busy restaurant that's bursting at the seams with people. You're in a heated conversation with your coworkers around our table. Everyone's raising their voice and shaking their hands, and I'm quiet and wet watching you all.
You're still arguing with them as your hand goes down to my ass, grabs me from my chair and pulls me on your lap. We're sitting back to chest and you lift my dress, take your cock out and thrust it in me. I knew underwear wasn't needed today.
You start bouncing me on your dick in front of everyone and keep your argument going. Everyone around us freezes and looks at each other. It's almost comical.
I was leaning on the table pretty heavily and was sure everyone could see my tits from the top of my low cut dress. I had my tongue out and drool was coming down my chin and falling to my bouncing tits. I was moaning and my eyes were glazed. You kept going as if the entire restaurant wasn't horrified of what we were doing.
"Sir, you can't do that here. You need to leave."
"Relax, I'm almost done."
"Sir, I will call the police. Young lady, are you okay?"
At that moment you touched my clit under my dress and thrust really deep and I screamed as I was cumming on your dick.
Several chairs scraped and people loudly protested. The person who came to you was shocked and didn't know what to say.
" Sir, you need to leave!"
"Yeah, yeah, I will. Just gimme a minute."
You thrust deep a few more times which had me loudly moaning. Then with your final thrust, you filled me with your cum.
You stood up almost immediately after cumming and my legs were jelly so I fell forward on the table with my ass and creampied pussy in full view of everyone.
You tucked yourself in and smiled, "Anyone else want a go?"
There were more gasps and protests. You laughed and grabbed my arm.
"Come, pet. Time to go." I whimpered and followed with your cum dripping down my legs, the happiest girl in the world.
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Joel strolled up to her door, setting his bag and rifle against the frame. Her door was ajar, just as she left it every night, as did he. In the case of emergencies, or nightmares, it’s how they lived. It made them feel safer knowing the other wasn’t behind a closed door.
He pushed it open, the hinges creaking at the motion. It wasn’t quite 6am when he was scheduled for patrol. Moonlight was still peaking through the pine trees, forming streaks of white light into Ellie’s room.
Ellie stirred at the creaking, but settled back comfortably on her right side. Joel tip toed to her bedside, his weight pulling the end of the mattress down as he sat by her feet.
“Mornin’, kiddo,” he whispered, setting a hand on her calf and lightly rubbing his thumb back and forth. “Headin’ out for patrol with Tommy. I’ll be back before dinner. We can cook something up together, yeah?”
Ellie gave a mumbled “mhm” into her pillow, barely registering that he was even there, let alone talking about anything she could understand through her sleep.
“Alright, it’s a plan,” he smiled, knowing she couldn’t see him. “Be safe today, kiddo. I’ll see you a bit later.”
He started to push off the bed as she mumbled something again, sleep coating any attempt at a coherent string of words. “Hmm?”
“Rub. Back.” She said it half into her pillow; it’s a miracle Joel could make anything out. Ellie adjusted herself from her side to laying flat on her stomach, giving Joel more access.
He chuckled to himself, pulling the blanket down to rub her back through her sleep shirt, which just so happened to be one of his dirt stained t-shirts.
She let out a number of content mumbles and incoherencies as he rubbed her back, eventually tracing her name letter by letter on her back over and over again.
“Alright, baby, I gotta go. I’ll be back later this evening.” He rubbed his hand over her back a few more times before pulling away and drawing the blanket back up to her shoulders. He pushed off the edge of the mattress to stand, stepping closer to her head. He leaned over, pressing his fist into the mattress on her other side to press a kiss to the crown of her head. He tucked a few hair strands away behind her ear, smiling to himself again. He’s home.
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I wish season two had had more moments where Rose callef Ten out, like she did in School Reunion about the reality of Sarah Jane.
If there was any version of the NuWho Docs that needed a good “Hey, listen mister!” It was definitely Ten. Who had a bit of an ego problem and needed a smack now and again.
Hence why Donna is perfect with him, cuz she didn’t take any of his shit. Even Martha got to put her foot down.
S2 Rose was a tad too lenient with Ten, and I wish she had questioned him more like she had with Nine.
I like when the companion stands up to the Doctor, cuz it keeps them in check.
Still got Donna 😊
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