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#that fucking bottom lip
justc2world · 11 months
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This angle of him 🥵
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lisagurl181 · 14 days
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buwheal · 8 months
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Like this,
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YAHOOOOO (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) !!
Thanks for playing, had fun 😎 —🧶
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If you liked the entire Five × Lila thing in season four and genuinely shipped them, then I'm so sorry. My condolences. Hope you get better.
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babyluigiisdead2 · 14 days
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Playing with myself…all alone….dm me if you want to see and help talk me thru it 😌😈
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scoliosisgoblin · 5 months
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yo, @bennydunbar, check this out
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Bringing this back...
Vincent Price and Mark Damon - Fall of the House of Usher (1960) dir. Roger Corman
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lavend3r-stardust · 7 months
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Sliding your hands beneath their shirt so you can palm their chest and hear their breathing quicken as they kiss you deeper idk bro i'm rotting i need to make out with a pretty boy fuuuuccckkk
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fujobritta · 3 months
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thinking about how brad and david both need to fix the issues they have about their own masculinity except brad needs to get a therapist and david just needs to get topped
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hanzajesthanza · 1 year
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dressed elegantly. this will never leave my head. the implications of this.
because geralt and his company, they saddled up, left beauclair, travelled through mountains and frozen blizzards and downpours and muddy sod for two to three months. you need to pack outfits for that. you need to plan your gear.
what was the rest of the company wearing? what did they pack for this long journey? they packed practically, dressed warmly for the frozen journey of january, february, march. geralt wore a wolf-skin cloak, a scarf, a shawl… milva wore a fox-fur kalpak, angoulême wore a hat with a pompom and a sheepskin coat. cahir’s dress isn’t mentioned, but he must have been dressed similarly, because he rubs his hands briskly together and were he not dressed warmly he otherwise would have frozen to death. regis’ dress isn’t mentioned, but it is mentioned that he’s immune to the freezing temperature. so, i mean, it doesn’t matter what he’s wearing in this scene, maybe a regular outfit.
but at stygga. dressed elegantly.
so you’re telling me that. regis packed his things in preparation for their flight from beauclair, went to his quarters after geralt explained to him the satisfactory reasons they were leaving, and went,
“alright, time to prepare for this long and dangerous journey that will conclude in a great clash between our forces and the kidnappers of ciri. the end of our quest. the final journey. and a dangerous road awaits us, with snow still blocking the passes, frost and white all around. a grand fight and conflict awaits us. what gear should i prepare, what should i wear for this expedition, what kinds of clothing should i pack.”
and then he went:
“you know, i want to look fucking good ✨ when we get there 💅🏻🦇”
imagine the final preparation before they approach castle stygga. geralt sees the castle hewn out of the cliffside, effortlessly noticing every detail from far away, seeing like an eagle with his mutated eyes. and like an eagle, compelled to swoop down and snatch vilgefortz like a fish. ordering the company forward, declaring they’ve made it. this is the moment they have all been waiting for. everyone has been waiting such a long time for this. they prepared everything.
they wait until midnight. angoulême eagerly unsheathes and whets her long sabre, swings her axe around with predatory glee. cahir fits the plate armor and winged officer’s helmet he scavenged from a small nilfgaardian dispatch that they ran into extorting caravista for tax. milva tightens the same worn, polished leather bracer that she’s always had on her left arm, and mutters as she fixes her spiralled arrow fletchings over boiling water. geralt, with nothing left to do, paces and breathes, wondering where the hell regis has gone.
just then, regis walks out from behind an outcropping of rock, eyes glinting with cat-like light, in his “elegant” outfit, absolutely slaying that shit, and all his friends look at him absently like. “what the hell are you wearing. where the fuck did you get that. you packed that? you planned your outfit for the final battle, you planned this outfit in advance three months ago?” to which he counters, “well, three months isn’t very long at all,” and they’re like, “this is the preparation you made? we thought you left to do some secret vampire rituals or whatever. or to reckon with yourself for the severe violence we’re about to inflict.” and he’s like “no, i just wanted to make sure i was dressed nicely for the occasion”
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bubblepopsims · 9 months
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Pt. II
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nashvillethotchicken · 7 months
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I know ldpdl thick as FUCK under them grandpa sweaters
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domithanasia · 2 months
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i have such a love/hate(mostly hate) relationship with lestat at this point but i cant lie. he looked hot as fuck when he was about to put his fist through that priest's skull.
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toasteaa · 10 days
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Thinking about that cursed sovereign au again...
Nothing super substantial, I don't think. Just Neuvillette getting distracted while trying to find a way to break the curse and finding himself fascinated by the intricacies of human life. How his previous prejudices turn into genuine interest in the way humans interact with the world around them. How they live and grow and work and change in the slightest ways. How their cultures and customs are long lived and influential (as are his own) but each individual human has their own way of going about each daily ritual.
If he's to find a way to break this wretched curse without being caught or his true identity being suspected, then he needs to blend in as well as he possibly can. At least...that's what he told himself. But then he starts asking questions about humans with a little glimmer of interest and curiosity in his eyes. Mimics their rhythms and rituals even if he does not understand them completely. Finds that need to break the curse just a hint less pressing than it had been when he was first forced to take this form.
And of course, there is still that very present and urgent need to return to the sea properly. To be amongst the waves with fins and scales and to hear the water speak to him as it has for the past 500 years - and longer still in terms of his kind. But...now there is another desire inside of him as well. To touch and feel and know this world that he's been thrust into with hands that he'd never believed he would have but...he always secretly desired he did have.
A double edged sword of a curse; robbed of that he has always known - the power that he already had to fight to keep for his kin - and yet it has given him the freedom to walk amongst humans as though he were one of them. See the peace that followed the horrors of war centuries ago. Feel the warmth of the sun on human skin instead of a dragon's scales. The solidness of the earth beneath his feet instead of the security of water that surrounded him on all sides.
...The softness of a human's lips - their soft, even breaths - when he steals a moment to run his thumb over them while they sleep.
A step too far perhaps - one that finds him holed up back in the room that same human had so graciously given him. A step that he has to convince himself was made out of curiosity and only curiosity...and not from these new, human emotions blooming within him. Another reminder that he is not human. That this is not his world. That this curse - this wretched, awful curse - was made to weaken him and force him to submit to that witch of an Archon. He needs to break it. He has to.
Before he completely forgets himself in the longing he's long held for this world.
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bidokja · 1 year
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the only nitpick i have about mystic Prince is they gradually started drawing jeokyeon slimmer and slimmer, especially in recent arcs. like, if you compare chapter 1 jeokyeon to the latest chapters they've lost sooo much shoulder mass and their neck is so much slimmer and smoother and even their fingers/hands look more dainty than they did at first. i am 100% convinced its cause they're drawing jeokyeon in more intimate situations with men recently so they're drawn to look more "acceptably" feminine (ugh) to pair well with men. cowards!! cOWARDSSSSS!!!
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babyluigiisdead2 · 12 days
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If I had to guess, even though I’m 9 months on T so far, the only way to explain how horny I am right now is that I’m still ovulating—that plus the absolute arousal that comes with HRT in general has got me down bad.
I need to cum but I want to make out on my way to getting fucking railed and creampied (over and over)
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