if sam and al werenât in love then quite frankly what the fuck was all that

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if sam and al werenât in love then quite frankly what the fuck was all that

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if you can never again touch someone, would you stop trying? type shit
"And you told me we'd never survive." đŚđ°
kendall roy IS the eldest daughter he FOUGHT the fate of ophelia he BECAME a father figure and he LIVED the life of a showgirl I donât think you guys understand

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The true face of the Palestinian cause. Ugly, racist, violent, necrophilic, evil.
Not surprising to those of us who weren't gullible enough to call these people "victims". Look at them: not a single starving one among them. Everyone smiling as they think about murder. Clean teeth. The children are clearly happy enough to bang instruments as they are hideously brainwashed into supporting the death cult of their parents and adult peers.
And these people convinced the world that they were suffering "genocide".
did you see the live feed of the hostage release last night and all the kids brought there to celebrate the release of murderers and rapists? they were setting up chairs for a welcome ceremony for them
No, I didn't see it, and, given your description, I am glad I didn't. Not that anything there is surprising, but there are only so many things I can be outraged or disgusted by in one day.
I saw a headline from The Guardian talking about "tears" and "joy" at Palestinian "prisoner" release. So I am guessing British media weren't showing us the whole story, which wouldn't come as a surprise.
fugfjfbtj OF COURSE
i had to stream i24, ILTV, and some hebrew news stations to get the actual coverage
Res ipsa loquitur.
Well here's a lil gift I made for @unsurprisinglyren back in December, of course based on a scene from The Ravenous Hunger of Youth
I like that fic, idk if I have mentioned that before đ¤
Alright, Narnia fandom, here ya go, what do you think they are filming???
Just...gerita in generalđŠ
My good man, you were extremely lucky, because I was drawing them just as you sent your request. You get the angsty fanart!

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Hey guys! So, if you have any kind of record of playlists that you liked on 8tracks (including in your computer's history), there's a pretty good chance that you might have access to the tracklist through the Internet Archive.
I was working on a project to hunt down old playlists and reblog them on a sideblog I made and was looking through what the tags were so that I could tag them based on that. So, back when the website almost shut down in 2020, the Internet Archive crawled a LOT of the playlists. Like. A LOT a lot. Not everything, but a significant amount of it. And back then, there was a button to download a .txt file of the tracklist. I'd assumed this was probably a dead link and ignored it.
Not all of them are.
It's kind of hit or miss, but I got a few to save to my computer.
So, basically, provided that the playlist wasn't privated or deleted before January 2020 and you can somehow find a link to it, you might be able to save it. It's obviously not as good as having all of your data back, but it's better than everything being lost forever.
USEFUL INFORMATION FOR SEARCHING FOR PLAYLISTS
To search crawled tags, format the url as: https://8tracks.com/explore/tag_here
To search crawled profiles, format the url as: https://8tracks.com/user/usernamehere or https://8tracks.com/usernamehere for older captures (NOTE: some profiles also had the first page of their likes saved, so it's worth checking if your profile was saved)
To search for a specific playlist, format the url as: https://8tracks.com/usernamehere/title-here
people don't talk about it enough so i would like to mention how absolutely sickeningly sexually charged this panel is
while theres an explicit sexually predatory hunger in sebastian's eyes as he gazes into ciel's mouth (which is where he claimed ciel's soul from in the anime), there's something between wonder and fear within ciel's eye as he stares into sebastian's mouth which is intentionally drawn to be seductive hereâhis fangs aren't large the way they are in the infamous green witch arc scene or the jagged perspective we see in the next chapter, his lips are plump and shiny, tongue slightly visible as he smiles. this directly contrasts ciel's mouth, smaller and not perked up, surprised and either injured (implying oral SA) or dirty (signifying how he was abused). either way, it denotes that he's "defiled"...
and yet as sebastian smiles and says "i shall claim your soul as my reward", his desirous gaze is pointed at the sullied mouth, eyes dripping with want.
his victimhood has not lost him any appeal, sebastian wanted him from the moment he set eyes on him. and even with the shock/fright in his eyes, there's a sense of awe in his stare too, as if sebastian's seductiveness/beauty somehow softened the blow of having his soul being taken away.

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can i be a pervert say that i think buck and tommy would love to roleplay drunk hetero frat bro who gets taken advantage of and turned bisexual by an older professor who just thinks he'd make a great cocksucker
frat bro buck who's known as the resident womanizer, the pinnacle of heterosexuality, who gets offended if someone assumes he's anything other than straight as an arrow. middle aged professor tommy who's been out of the closet for years, who's seen college kids exactly like buck, who take his class because he's the hot gay professor and bite their lips pretending to they're listening when all they're really doing is staring at his arms and imagining dropping to their knees. frat bro buck who maybe throws around a homophobic comment here and there because his douchy friends think its funny but still flushes red when tommy bends over his desk to look at his notes, feeling his breath waft over his ear, caged in by tommy's arms on either side of him.
frat bro buck getting drunk at a party, only for professor tommy to show up and tell him he should watch what he drinks, that anyone could take advantage of him like this, that he bets any one of his roommates would love to have a turn with his mouth, which buck shakes his head, declaring his unwavering heterosexuality, he's not gay, he would never, but there's no denying the bulge growing in his pants. tommy just chuckles as he starts unbuckling his belt, saying "we'll see how straight you are after you get some cock in you, kid."
hiiiiii so i accidentally read ur last post "stached" as "stretched" at first and now i cant stop thinking abt that.... would u ever consider writing some ridiculously nsfw rough stretching? maybe? pretty pls? đ¤đŤŁđ
Ride, Cowgirl
Pairing: Harry Styles Ă Reader
CW: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamic, size kink, rough stretching, degradation/praise mix, mild overstimulation, consensual power play.
Synopsis: Y/N tries to ride Harry but struggles to take his size. He takes control, pushing her past her limits with rough, overwhelming pleasure, leaving her ruined, praised, and full.
It started with you on top, because Harry asked, and you always try.
âGo on, darling,â he murmured, voice syrupy smooth but thick with authority. âShow me how much you want it.â
The bedroom was dim, moonlight cutting across the sheets in a narrow beam. He sat against the headboard, arms relaxed at his sides, watching you like a meal he had all the time in the world to devour. You were already breathless, thighs trembling, the ache between your legs unbearable.
And his cockâGodâhe looked too big.
He always did.
You hovered above him, your knees caging his hips. One of his large hands rubbed up and down your outer thigh in lazy, teasing strokes, while the other gripped the base of his cock, thick and pulsing and unreasonably hard.
âYouâre not scared, are you?â he smirked tilting his head. âThought you wanted to be my good girl.â
You did. You always did. But that didnât make it easier.
You whimpered as you lined yourself up, holding his shoulders for balance. Just the head pressing against your entrance made your breath hitch.
âI canâtâŚâ you whispered, hips jerking slightly away. âHarry, youâre too big.â
He gave a low chuckle, mocking but fond. âNo such thing, love. You just have to relax. Take your time.â
But time wasnât something Harry liked to waste, not when he was this worked up.
Suddenly, both of his hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with bruising promise. âYouâve teased me enough tonight. I let you sit on my lap in that little dress. Let you grind on me like a needy slut at dinner. Thought you could rile me up and then back out?â
Your mouth parted in a shaky breath.
âNo,â you whispered, dazed.
âThen do it.â His voice dropped, tone commanding. âGet. On.â
He didnât give you a chance to hesitate this time. His grip forced your hips down just an inchâjust enough for the tip to slip past your entranceâand the stretch made you whimper, both hands clutching at his chest. It burned, in that way it always did. He was too wide, too thick. Your cunt spasmed around him, and you clenched without meaning to.
Harry groaned under you, head falling back with a tight jaw. âFuck, youâre gripping already. Barely got the tip in, and youâre squeezing me like that?â
You moaned, half from pleasure, half from frustration. You tried to slide down farther on him, but your body resisted, muscles trembling. Your thighs started to burn from the effort. Every time you moved even a little lower, it felt like you were being split open.
He watched you struggle, his breathing getting heavier. His hands never left your hips, guiding, steady, controlling. âYou want help, baby? Or you wanna prove you can take it?â
You whimpered, shaking your head. âI want to, I swearâI just canâtâŚâ
He shushed you gently, a sudden contrast to his rough grip. âDonât cry, angel. Weâll make it fit. You always take me, donât you?â
You nodded, swallowing hard.
âGood girl,â he purred. âThen ride me.â
You tried again, lowering yourself more, inch by inch. Your walls stretched painfully around him, slick pooling between your legs. You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. You werenât even halfway down, and it already felt like too much.
He groaned, sweat beginning to sheen on his chest. âYouâre fuckinâ made for me. Look at you, struggling on top of me like thisâ fuck..â
The way he said it, it made your insides twist with need.
âI canât ride you, Hââ you gasped, tears stinging your lashes. âIâmy legs are shaking, Iââ
âBecause youâre lazy or because Iâm too big?â he asked lowly, cocky and calm.
You whined. âBoth.â
He laughedâgenuinely laughedâand then he gripped your hips tighter. âThatâs alright, bunny. Iâll do it for you.â
And then, without warning, he bucked his hips up.
You screamed.
Your body sank onto him all at once, and your thighs gave out completely, collapsing onto his chest. You were so full, too full. It felt like he reached everywhere. Like he had no business fitting inside you at all.
You couldnât breathe. Couldnât think.
âShhh, shhh, Iâve got you,â he cooed into your ear, wrapping one strong arm around your waist. âThere you go, baby. Youâre doing so well.â
You tried to lift your hips again, but your legs wouldnât cooperate. Your pussy fluttered helplessly around him, stretched to its limit, overwhelmed. The burn, the fullness, the way he kept praising you through your struggle, it was all too much.
âI feel so full,â you whispered, voice wrecked.
âI know you do.â He kissed your temple, his other hand coming up to cradle your jaw. âLook at you. Stuffed full of cock and still trying to be brave. Youâre my perfect girl, arenât you?â
You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks.
He shifted you in his arms, effortlessly strong, so your chest was flush with his and your thighs straddled his waist loosely. He was so deep like this, nestled inside your trembling cunt, and he didnât move, just held you there, letting your walls adjust.
Then he started to thrust.
Slowly, at first, tiny rocks of his hips that made you whimper with each motion. The stretch was sharper now that he was moving. You moaned into his neck, nails raking down his back.
âYou feel that?â he murmured, breath hot against your cheek.
âYes,â you sobbed. âFeels so bigâtoo bigââ
âBut youâre still taking it,â he said darkly. âYouâre taking all of me.â
His pace picked up. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your broken cries. Your body bounced slightly with each thrust, but you couldnât even lift yourself anymore. He was holding all your weight, driving up into you again and again, stretching you raw.
You keened, walls fluttering desperately.
âFuck,â he growled, biting down lightly on your shoulder. âGonna come just from being used like this, arenât you? My desperate, messy girl.â
You shattered.
Your body spasmed in his arms, and you screamed as your orgasm tore through you, overwhelming, all-consuming, a full-body quake that left your limbs numb and your head fuzzy. You didnât even realize you were crying until he kissed the tears off your cheeks.
âThatâs it,â he whispered, still fucking you through it, though his thrusts were sloppier now, more desperate. âThatâs my girl.â
Your walls clenched hard again, and he let out a strangled groan, burying his face in your neck.
âFuck, babyâIâm gonnaââ
And then he was coming, cock twitching deep inside you as he groaned your name, hot and low and broken. You felt the warmth of it fill you, his hips grinding into yours as he emptied every last drop.
He didnât move for a while, just held you there, wrapped around him, still trembling.
Eventually, he stroked your back and kissed your jaw. âYou okay, lovie?â
You nodded weakly. âMhm. Sore.â
He smiled into your skin. âDid I break my girl?â
âAlmost,â you whispered, smirking.