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*KICKS THE DOOR DOWN*
Show me your oc(s) and tell me what you love about them. Right meow.
Someone ask this man if hes got a cuban bsf, a small red head bsf and an amazing tall girlfriend PLEASE
bro that’s hunk straight up
My origin villain story is about the exam that i wrote two fuckin whole page essay about 5 questions, my professor gives me 65 and gives 75 to someone who wrote only half page.
And we actually wrote about same things, i just write it more detailed.
#24 on ur spotify wrapped describes how 2024 will go, how screwed r u
LITERALLY......SO SO SO GOOD
cuz like wdym you're not here and yet you made me feel so good and cum so hard....like what the fuck?!?!?
masturbating on the phone together is so romantic idc what yall say
Fuck I’ve never thought about this before but….NEED!!
Thinking of a butch putting me in their oversized t-shirt and using the back of it as a handle to drag me back onto their strap
I was crying on the bus ride home and then when I got home I went to take a shit and afterwards. Then I started crying again but I couldn’t because my grandma is off work for once so I just silently cried as she was just doing her own thing.
The amount of hugs from Steven I need from is unbelievable

kindness infinite, piranesi
Working on this gave me a lot of time to think about Piranesi, and why it resonated with me. In the end, I think it’s because the protagonist himself is such a rare type in fiction: empathetic and curious, kind to others but perfectly happy alone. That ability to be by himself, to be content experiencing his world without loneliness is so important to me.
The statues are the stars of Piranesi, but the image that stuck in my mind were those moments when he paused to look through the windows. Maybe it’s because I’ve done a lot of traveling alone; there’s a certain feeling when you turn from the fancy rooms or the statues in a grand old palace, and notice how the sunlight falls through the windows. There’s an aching melancholy to it – the sense of gentle decay, the awareness that you might never return to this place – but also a loveliness. And that’s the House to me. Beauty immeasurable. Kindness infinite.
Goretober! The drawing challenge specifically for gore! Yup!
why not right there…?
I ran so that I could share this with you because it made me think of how flustered chubby baker Bucky would get when he saw it!!
Summary: Teasing Bucky is always worth the consequences.
Pairing: Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader
AN: Unbetad drabble. Part of the Sweeter than Sugar Series.
"Peach," Bucky whispers, rubbing the back of his neck as a blush blooms across his round cheeks. "I—this isn't fair. You know you can't do this to me. I can't handle this."
You hide a smug smirk behind your champagne flute. He's right. It's not fair. But he started it when he showed up to your work party wearing a new black three-piece suit, tailored to his large body, the material highlighting every inch of his physique.
Bucky in his jeans and apron is enough to drive you wild. Bucky in a suit, wearing that cologne is rendering you senseless, teetering the edge of feral and needy.
How can he expect you to behave when he looks so damn good?
So you may have been teasing him here and there as a way to distract yourself from this boring party.
Your gaze travels past his long hair sweeping across the nape of his neck and across his strong jawline enhanced his thick beard. God he's spent so much time between your thighs, you know exactly how that beard feels on your soft skin.
Just imagining the graze of it on your back as he chains kisses down your spine--feeling it against your neck as he murmurs just one more, one more Peach has your panties soaked.
"Bucky I need you so bad. If we were home, I'd beg you to fuck me. Beg you to let me suck your cock. You taste so good, did you know that? So good." You murmur, reveling in this shiver sliding down his spine, your hand flexing, gripping his muscular thighs tighter. Your voice drowning out everyone else in the room, he can only focus on you. "I hate feeling empty. Need you to stretch me out and fuck me the way you know I like. I'm going to feel you inside me for days, aren't I?"
Unable to resist him for another second, you set your drink down and lean over in your chair, placing one hand on his thick thigh, the other sliding around his throat pulling him towards until your lips are touching the shell of his ear. Inhaling the masculine scent of his smokey cedar, bergamot, and lemon cologne, you let out a soft moan.
You know he's slowly becoming feral the longer you talk, you can sense it in the way he's gone still, his chest barely rising, his hands clenchimh into fists. He's so damn close to edge and you know exactly how to push him over.
"You'll do that for me Bucky wont you? Keep me nice and full, leave me swollen and dripping because my little pussy couldn't take anymore."
Bucky can't breathe. His lungs seizing in his chest. Fuck, fuck. You're barely touching him, the sounds your salacious, dirty thoughts ringing in his ear are going to make him lose control in the middle of your work party.
He wants that, wants you.
A ravenous hunger swells up inside him, drowning out every thought except all the ways he's going to utterly consume you. Destroy you. Make you sob and plead and scream for more. Giving you every inch he has, giving you all of his attention until you can't move without feeling on you, inside you.
Bucky turns his head, his nose bumps into yours and he grabs the back of your neck in a loose hold. His deep blue eyes darkening as they pierce through you.
"Peach," he starts, his baritone deepening to a gravely, lust-filled tone. "I'm giving you one minute to find an empty room. It could be an office, a fucking closet. I really don't give a fuck where because by the time I countdown to one, I'm going to be inside you." Bucky tilts your face up, his lips hovering over your parted mouth, his gaze never wavering from your face. "Understand?"
You nod, excitement and anticipation rushing through your veins as a pulse of pure need throbs between your thighs.
You feel his lips curve into a smile.
"Good girl. You have 59 seconds."
THERE IS GONNA BE A FUCKING MINECRAFT MOVIE IN 2019 FUCK
If this man ever decides to put this dog in a photo shoot, I will either die happy, my body will light on fire and I’ll suffer, or both. There’s no in between.
via shacobi on instagram
i need alex vause fics bro it’s my only wish💔💔💔
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥⬆️👅👅👅👅
.... and ....
NNNN...😶💦ghhh🤤aaah
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most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later
Our irrefutable improvement in the last two hundred years. For data source, interactive graphics and details in the data processing see below:
Max Roser (2016) – ‘A history of global living conditions in 5 charts’. Published online at OurWorldInData.org.
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Thanks so much for your questions. Do not forget the Syrian people. Or all the others that are oppressed. Stay engaged. Your voices matter. Your actions matter. Raise awareness. Raise funds. Raise your knowledge level. Beware of false prophets. Do what you can, when you can, with whatever you can. Stay woke. Be true. -Adnan Zulfiqar
Most unfair thing about modern obligations.
Like. dude I have thing to get done in the present past
It’s so fucked up I’ll never go on a life changing magical adventure and make life long bonds with a ragtag team of misfits who probably have no experience with saving the world but sure as fuck try their best
A fuck-you to RFK;
An autistic person will never write a poem, so everything I’ve ever written doesn’t exist. It’s just shit.
They will never play baseball, so my memories of playing a game with my friends don’t mean anything. I never played a game I loved, a game I was damn good at. It was all a figment of my wild imagination.
They’ll never hold a job, so there are thousands of doctors and scientists and engineers who aren’t real to him.
Autism destroys families, so no matter what mine says, they’re lying. They don’t love me. Rather than death or illness, my mind is what will ruin it all. Even though we’ve been happy for 17 years so far.
It’s an individual tragedy as well, which must mean that me and my bestfriends’ lives are meaningless. A waste of space. Of oxygen.
Fucking hell.
If RFK (a man stuck in ‘55) gets his way, this police state that we’re living in will just get worse. He wants to use his research to make eugenics America’s policy. That’s what “curing” autism is. There is no cure. There’s only death. Death that should never even be a possibility. A thought.
No one should be persecuted, or have their genes “eliminated” from the gene pool because of some uneducated twat. He doesn’t get to decide who will be born. He doesn’t get to manufacture the next generation like this is some kind of fascist, Nazi regime. Even in the most clinically “severe” cases, an autistic person is far from stupid or helpless. They are We are people, like everyone else. And it’s not our fault he doesn’t know that.
RADIO_WISHERS DEMO OUT NOW!!!
(Promotional artwork done by @entryn17 !! <3)
After a long time of effort and learning how to get faster at using rpg maker, I present to thee: Radio_Wishers!!! A heavily Yume Nikki inspired adventure game about an amnesiac who's trapped in a room. In order to get their memories back and find a way to escape, they need to explore through their dreams.
You can check the itch.io page here, or read more information on my site here. And if you'd like to keep on updates for my games, you can follow @projectinspiraler !
So I did hold my end of the bargain, here you go, fresh Jason for y’all.
I never said he would be happy, because, exactly like DC, I refuse to feel happiness.
Anyway, Dick Grayson will forever live in my heart like the older sibling that he is, and I will not be convinced that he doesn’t love his brother like it’s breathing.
It’s Bon Bon and his twin, Bonnet! These two hand puppet clowns were very fun to draw and as well proving quite the challenge. Instead of just plain red cheeks, I gave them swirls so they’d have a more fun look. I didn’t know if I wanted to give them springs or not but I instead went with a wheel. Maybe a spring would’ve been better? Made a more dynamic design? Who knows but they’re finished!
If I ever color these two I’d make their faces white, noses and cheek swirls red and freckles pink.
Jane Asher in Deep End (1970)
little doodle page for my own frisk design :) (ignore the sans guy this isn't about him)
i need my own james potter right fucking now idgaf anymore i can’t keep going on without him
does anyone else find chocolate to be very academic