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the-writer-mao · 1 year
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Comedic timing y’all
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canisalbus · 10 months
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Adding to the ‘wild machete out in the public sphere crowd’ — walking past a very handsome machete-esque dog doing a stately trot, but it was raining and while his body was protected by a quilted dog-jacket, his head and tail were bedraggled as fuck.
It was amusing
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piosplayhouse · 1 year
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I want an entire extra svsss chapter about bingmei realizing bingge married SHA HUALING of all people. I think he'd throw up
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childoftheriver · 5 months
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Chillin
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sanjiaftersex · 2 months
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logging into tumblr at 3 am after a show binge to post all the screenshots I've taken of my precious little meow meow
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hussyknee · 1 year
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"you can't pick most trans men out of a lesbian lineup" have you ever like. met a post transition trans man?? do you not see the transphobia in saying that most trans men just look like masculine women? this isn't even about transmasc lesbians, idgaf how somebody wants to identify but goddamn that's a rude as hell thing to say. like if you reverse it with "you can't pick most trans women out of a lineup of gay men" like obviously theres a problem there.
The majority of trans men and women aren't transitioned. A pre-transition trans woman who doesn't dress any differently than a cis man looks like a man and male-attracted people will be attracted to her! Why the fuck do you think so many marriages both het and gay break up when trans people first assumed to be cis begin to transition?? It's also why most trans women first find community among gay men, why both transvestites and trans people formed the first trans communities to the point that we can't even tell whether Marsha P. Johnson was transgender and why people assumed Storme DeLarverie was a trans masc before finding out that he was a he/him cis female lesbian. But Storme presented and acted like a gentleman, the same way the MAJORITY OF TRANS MASCS DO. This is WHY ENFORCING A GENDER BINARY IN QUEER SPACES HURTS TRANS FOLK THE MOST.
ALSO!!! Even transitioned trans men can still choose to look like women! There's lots of mascs whose gender expression is "boy who looks like a girl". How the fuck are you going to tell whether someone is a pre-op trans masc or a butch cis lesbian?? Or pre-op trans masc who presents femme or cis femme lesbian or a femme post-op trans woman??? Do you submit a questionnaire about their gender identity before feeling attracted to the presentation and aesthetic??
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rocketrouquine · 11 months
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Yes yes yes La vie en rose, d’accord, YES YES YES YEEEEAAAAH wait no no nononono NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Thank god it wasn’t the finale. Shit.
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elisabeth515 · 2 years
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2am thoughts: What nickname I’m giving to the officers on the Titanic
Pictures included because I bet you all have no idea who I’m talking about (click alt text on each pic to find out more)
Chief Officer Henry Tingle Wilde: chief officer dilf
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1st Officer William McMaster Murdoch: the good boi (he’s from Scotland)
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2nd Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Anglo drama queen
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3rd Officer Herbert John Pitman: soft moustache boi
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4th Officer Joseph Groves Boxhall: Steve-Carell-on-sea
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5th Officer Harold Godfrey Lowe: discounted Horatio Hornblower
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6th Officer James Paul Moody: gossip boy
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whitetrashjj · 2 years
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https://twitter.com/conradfish3r/status/1632463151013801992?s=46&t=_D7fZV0T1iOtwwqM0INzQA even the OBXnetflix official twitter account misses their friendship…
They just like me fr
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The Saga of Mice.
For a while now, I'd been seeing mice in our kitchen -just a quick furry-scurry thing that would bolt under a cabinet every once in a while when I was entering the kitchen. A couple of weeks ago, I saw a mouse trying to venture out into the hallway and thought "This bugger is getting BOLD!" Tolerance only goes so far, especially upon the discovery of a multitude of newly-existing mouse turds atop the roll-out shelf we keep under the kitchen-island where my Kitchen Aid lives. (It is covered with one of those fabric covers, but still...). We are currently catless (an issue with having a small apartment and a grumpy landlord). I bought a couple of snap-traps, but haven't used them. This is because my honey set up a type of trap that he's used before in another home to catch mice: A large bucket (we have a big foodsafe bucket that we use to brine turkey in for Thanksgiving), birdseed with lots of sunflower seed and a place to set it up where we know they can get it. We have the thing stuck up against a stack of takeout soup-containers that we use for storage and kind of up under the kitchen-island, so there are places they can climb in and drop in upon smelling the presence of the seeds. It works. Oh, my God, it works! Typically, we get one at night and find it in the morning - or sometimes, one of us will hear scrabbling around if we wake up in the middle of the night. Right now, there are two of the little buggers in there that somehow decided to go food-hunting in a well-lit kitchen just after dinnertime - meaning that they weren't running around hunting for food when the big ape-kaiju were actively in the kitchen, but in the space of about an hour... Okay, I've got Pinky and the Brain now. They're scrabbling in there, trying to jump back out and snuffling around in the seeds. The whole idea is that "you can drop in, but you can't jump back out." The first one we caught *did* escape, though, because It repaied a kindness of mine by being a jerk. I decided to put a shallow dish of water in the bottom of the bucket because I didn't like the idea of a critter being without water if we were going to wait around to catch more. It managed to use the dish as just enough leverage for an escape-jump. No more water. Now, we just release them every morning out into the thicket at the edge of the neighbors' backyard (hoping they don't find their way into the apartments again). We think we may be providing snacks for the local cats and foxes. Depends upon if the mice can find holes to duck into, I guess. But, geez... So many little beady eyes looking up at me. Haha! You're stuck in a bucket!
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menmusthave · 3 months
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isilrina · 4 months
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Happy Art Monday! I'm very excited to share the finished drawing of Moon Jeong-Hui, which I completed last Friday. I'm thrilled with how it turned out! I envisioned him with the likeness of the Korean actor Song Kang. As of today, it might be my best drawing. Since last week's WIP, I've made some changes: added a watch on his wrist, and now he's directly looking at us. His shirt collar features the embroidered logo of the workwear fashion brand managed by his company, Bertrand, called Elegance. Their slogan? "For everyone. Because you matter." Jeong-Hui stands in front of the vertical slats blinds of the meeting room, where he'll spend countless hours helping Angeliki manage her huge company. I loved drawing the watch, the logo, the glass surfaces of his glasses and watch, and of course, his hair. I'll share the time-lapse in the future. A bit more about Jeong-Hui: he was promoted to be Angeliki's secretary as a trap set by his supervisor, expecting him to fail. But Jeong-Hui is exceptional at his job. Starting at the bottom and climbing the ranks, he knows the company inside out. His dedication and problem-solving skills are unmatched. Without Jeong-Hui, the company's crisis at the start of the story would have caused severe damage, and Angeliki might not have survived without losing everything. He's truly indispensable. I might draw him more in the future, so stay tuned for that and the upcoming time-lapse!
Have a little quote from Jeong-Hui that fit this drawing perfectly: "Let me know if you need anything else, Noona."
Also you can find the playlist I listen to while drawing/writing anything related to "The Heiress" on spotify
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hanasnx · 1 month
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MINORS DNI 18+
DEADPOOL loves squirting. He’s vocal about most things, but this gets him excited like no other. Fucking up into your cunt like his life depends on it, he knows his tip is brushing that sweet spot inside you that edges you closer to his goal. He can hear it in the pitch of your voice, see it in the curl of your toes suspended in the air, his baby’s gonna squirt—all over him. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah, baby. That’s what I want- you know what I want.” he’s encouraging you through it, watching it build as your nose scrunches up, your elegant brows furrow into a twisted knitted mess on your skewed features. That long lethal length of his plowing through your gooey pussy, shoving wet drooly sounds out of you. “C’mon- c’mon, baby. I see it in your eyes, don’t be shy. Give it to me—that’s right, give it to me.” Your hole clenches, fluttering as the tension breaks, pushing out a hot spray of squirt as you cry out. He moans with you, loud and relieved, a chorus of release as you squirt pours out of you and down the front of his pants. “Yeah, baby! Yeah, that’s my girl!” Spurts force out of your convulsing body, aided by his bolstering heartiness, dribbling down your inner thighs as he slows his plunge into your poor pussy and using his dick to massage your insides. “Oh, that’s my pretty baby… Gettin’ me all wet.”
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So i kinda made a thing... friend says i should post it so here have some emotions
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dragon-ascent · 8 months
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Headcanon that Morax can flirt like CRAZY...except he's not really aware that he's flirting; he's just being sincere.
You see him seated, practicing various styles of traditional calligraphy with dexterous strokes of his brush. When you move closer you realise, as your heart skips several beats, that he's been writing your name - over and over in countless elegant styles.
When you bashfully ask him about it, he responds - with a deadpan expression, "It is a name most beautiful; one that flows from my ink as easily as water in a river."
You subsequently roll around on the floor, not knowing how else to channel your poor flabbergasted heart, as your divine lover calmly continues his calligraphic endeavors.
He'd be creating Mora from his body while you're lounging around on the bed. The deity would sigh, "Ah, all the gold I make cannot compare to this leisurely sight of you at peace."
You stare at him agog as he blinks back at you earnestly. His golden gaze is more intense than the sheen of the Mora, yet his expression is mundane. It takes everything in you not to chew up the pillows.
One day, he's telling you all about his visit to Fontaine, where he sampled some exquisite tasses ragout. He explains how the warm flavors masterfully mingled on his tongue and left him wanting more.
So you ask him, "Is it the most delicious thing you have ever tasted?"
Your god doesn't even hesitate before his answer. "Hm, not at all."
"Then what is?" You expect him to name a traditional Liyuen dish like Adeptus' Temptation, or Jueyun chilli chicken, or...
Morax maintains his beautiful poker face. "I would have to say...you have the most enjoyable taste."
You promptly head to the top of Mt. Tianheng and scream your lungs out.
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y13evie · 1 year
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141 + konig reactions to seeing reader in thigh highs?
141 n koni babys reaction to seeing u wearing thigh highs
nsfw under cut you’ve been warned
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john price is a simple man. even old fashioned, if you will. so he does what any normal man would do. sat you on the bed and began kissing down your thigh all the way to your ankle. savoring how beautiful your skin looked in the elegant fabric. he eventually began leaving sloppier kisses against your inner thighs. by the time he got to your dripping heat, the lacy garments were off.
simon riley basked in the sight for about a minute before tearing them off. something about how gorgeous your thighs looked drove him insane. your legs are fully spread apart, taking his full length as if your life depended on it. while tears are forming at your eyes due to his sheer size, he scolds you. he scolds you for wearing such a slutty thing, basically asking to get ravaged.
johnny mactavish tried his best to ignore the fact you had been walking around your shared kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of white thigh highs. the way the delicate material wrapped around your thighs made his cock twitch needily. you stood over the countertop making a simple lunch for your boyfriend, johnny let his arms snake around your waist and let his hands wander. he began softly humping you through his sweatpants, whining for you to come to the bedroom.
kyle garrick tried his hardest to pretend he didn’t notice that sexy lingerie sitting atop of your thighs. but he did. he noticed it all. the way you shuffled between him and the coffee table when the two of you were watching a movie, ass moving right across his face. the way you had sat on his lap while texting your friends back, ignoring the way his throbbing dick was proding against you. he eventually gave in. bending you over the sofa and softly lecturing you about how it’s naughty to tease him all day while wearing tight lingerie around the house.
poor könig couldn’t contain himself for that long. the way your thighs looked so perfect killed him. he pulled you onto his lap facing him. whining about how you made him so needy by wearing something so cute. he used giant hands to rock your hips back and forth on his hard length, leaning down to your ear whispering about how he’s fuck you stupid while watching the lacy fabric hug your plump thighs
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