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for anyone who didn’t know you can find my looney tooney ass at @thebestorworstofit
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okay so um i need a plot where this like young precious innocent lil cinnamon roll of a girl somehow stumbles upon some kinda sexy chatroom thing (that may or may not be prison/inmate related) and starts chatting with this older guy who’s in prison (bc he was in a gang or drug ring or something, nothing TOO crazy ok) and they spend like months chatting pretty soon he convinces her to send him pictures and he gives her like dirty little ‘missions’ (like wear vibrating panties to school and take nudes in public places and shit like that) and then he eventually gets out of prison and they meet but she’s still a virgin and he’s spent months not getting any and like CAN I PLEASE JUST HAVE THIS DEBAUCHERY
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hope & josie in You Have To Pick One This Time ( 4x01 )
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zoeydeutch: 🦂👻♏️ the time has come
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zoey deutch photographed by elias tahan
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bonus (because we can’t have too many gifs of kai eating:
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@midnightsaboteur
ok so. to preface i hate these and will undoubtedly never ever do something like this for you again (god willing..)
BUT
this year i’ve got some stuff to say.
since your last birthday there have been moments where i was ready to not know you anymore, moments where you were so aggravating i wanted to put my head through a wall, and there were times we didn’t speak a word to each other.. yet more than those there were times we didn’t go a day without trying to annoy each other or check in on the other in our very own ways.
i’ve asked you the dumbest questions, i’ve even asked you put my responsibilities in your calendar so that i wouldn’t forget to pay my bills on time. i’ve told you silly stories, scary stories, sad and happy stories -- and ofc the new gay stories too hahaha.
i’ve shared my favorite disney facts and even formed a tradition of saying hi to our friends nearly every single time i’m there now, because of your stupid.
that’s your impact (*tm) though. you crept your way into my life in such odd and varying ways that i don’t think i realize your impact as often as i should - which is something that i am pretty sure is the best part about our friendship.
because you do it in silence 90% of the time, you do one of the hardest things a person can do and you do so thanklessly. i’ve told you this before but i’m going to tell you again, and publicly in hopes to embarrass you, but your biggest contribution to both our palship, and probably the whole world, is how you take those you care about 100000% as they are no matter what. you have seen me go OFF and listened to me sob and heard the highest and most ridiculous tangents at any hour whether you were even there or not, you’ve seen me be horrible and delightful and hilarious and creative, and you have encouraged and/or validated all of it in some form. literally from the first breakdown of mine you saw, my weirdest moments and you figuring out how to understand the ridiculous way i explain things - and how fucking kind you were in how you asked me to re-explain - along with any and everything in between you’ve made an effort to understand or empathize in a way that i understand it, even if its not what you’re used to. and it’s made me entirely unable to get rid of you for far too long now.
and i am very very thankful for it, for our friendship, and for you (usually), big head.
happy birthday you goose, enjoy another year towards full blown rice crispy knees.
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There were moments between touches of his lips on her skin that Cassidy could let herself forget where her limbs ended and Landon's landed. Logic said she hadn’t known him well enough to feel so enthralled with this moment, but the long hours they two had spent pouring over the story she brought to him after one of the books that had been submitted to her for publishing had a story eerily similar to an article she’d read a year or so prior that had Landon’s name attached. It only took a couple of weeks of working side by side for both of them to piece together what they were looking for. More than enough for Cassidy to turn down the book that left her with the inkiest of feelings yet brought someone into her life she wouldn’t have known otherwise, someone she almost couldn’t believe she’d known for such a short time. Whispered moans hummed up the back of her throat as his lips carried on, her own fingertips memorizing curve of his back and shoulders that her arms could let her reach.
open: f/fnb. 25+ mutuals&nonmutuals muse: Landon Wynter: photojournalist, 30-34 main verse plot: 1st time sex with your muse - that's it that's the plot connections: friend to lover, new girlfriend, coworker, neighbor, someone he did a story on, a celebrity he interviewed, be creative tbh
How long could he possibly have waited for a taste of heaven. A mix of stardust and honey made up the flavor. In his mind it's the richest in a kiss, layered beneath fingertips he provocatively ghosts along skin. It's all about sense. Touch. Taste. Smell. The filthy aroma of sweat mingled with an old dose of aftershave along the edge of his jaw. A floral perfume saturated the pillow beside where he held his lover down. As soft as a cushion could be, his firm grip is unyielding, possessive. He liked to imagine this far longer than he could have admitted. Tonight made it reality. Finally succumbing to those desires, painting their skin with a hungry explorative trail of lips; he could devour every inch and still it wouldn't be enough. // @indiestarter
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Audrey Hope in Gossip Girl Season 2 Episode 3 "Great Reputations"
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Emily Alyn Lind as Audrey Hope in Gossip Girl 2.05 “Games, Trains and Automobiles” (2022)
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Chris Wood at DC Fandome’s Supergirl panel
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kevinxrichards·:
“That is exactly what I’m calling you, yes. Although I’m not so sure either of us can say that after last night. I think we both know we’re both plenty of fun.” Ben teased as he welcomed her back into the bed with open arms, attaching his lips to any bit of her skin that he could, finally landing on her neck. “I think you know exactly how hard I am without you… and with you. Is this you calling in sick and staying in bed with me all day as we do nasty things to each other?”
“you’re looking to fight calling me no fun.. especially after last night -- just as you pointed out.” calista kept her playfully sarcastic tone in place as she settled herself on top of his frame, her position sloppy yet inviting in her own manner, leaving her legs lazily tangled with his. “how hard you are without me would definitely fall under a no fun category though... i prefer you to be hard with me, and inside me..” her musing words continued, humming out at the feeling of his mouth on her skin. “how about we start with me going in a little late for now... and we’ll see what you can fuck me into... or talk me into.. whichever you feel you’d have a better argument with..”
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she sits down next to him, short, and curvy. he liked his women, short and small. he was tall, but next to a small woman, he felt absolutely monstrous. “can i ask what you’re doing in my date’s seat?” he asks rather suggestively. as if he’s about to haul her off the damn seat and take her in the bathroom and show her a good time. he would make her black out the sex would be so damn good.
please tag @/torisfiction when you reply!
claire hadn;t given the male a second thought when she first sat down, just barely hanging up the call she was on before his sharp words pulled her attention towards him; her features dropping for a moment before she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a quiet laugh as she shook her head. “there was nobody sitting here.” she corrected with confidence as if she wasn’t practically a fraction of his size, “your date should be here on time and then she wouldn’t loose her seat. i don’t know if you’ve noticed but it’s a little crowded, so it looks like i’m the one sitting here now.” @torisfiction
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“You know you can just call in sick right? There’s no fun in someone who’s such a morally upright that goes to work everyday, right on time too.” Ben soothed over her side of the bed, lifting the covers and patting the mattress, as if to get her back. “Come on. We’ll make a day of it, and by that… I think you know what I mean by that.”
“are you calling me no fun?” calista questioned with raised eyebrows and a less than innocent smile on her lips, her words arguing is comments though she was already moving back onto the mattress; crawling her way up towards him before letting her body lean in against his; choosing to lay herself on ben rather than where he had gestured her towards. “i go into the office maybe twice a week at most, are you this dramatic on purpose or is it just that hard to be without me?” she added on in question as she let the top of her thigh press in between his to add the slightest bit of playful pressure over his cock as she pressed a kiss to his lips.
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