#double yes

when do the angles fuck

am soon to be drunk also!!! happy birthday to your friend!! tell them hiii twiiiiinnnnn!!!!! from meeee

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There’s no point trying to get back to sleep now, he’d only get dragged out of a dream and wake up groggy and sluggish. He’s also not in the mood to start the day off with answering emails so he might as well do something for himself.

He disconnects from the hotel WiFi, opens an incognito window and searches through the latest uploads on a porn site he stumbled upon in his teens. The videos in the thumbnail play on a four second loop, previewing the content.

Max isn’t a prude and he’s no stranger to rough, but he’s very particular when it comes to porn. He scrolls past anything involving latex, ropes or gags.

He clicks and lingers on a few videos that get his dick interested, until it becomes obvious the top is purely focused on his need to dominate and degrade in pursuit of his own pleasure. The bottom isn’t even hard for fuck’s sake.

Like, yeah sure he’s interacted with Palpatine a few times when Palpatine came to talk to Generals Kenobi or Skywalker but now he has to work directly for Palpatine and This Man Is Definitely Not Good. His Vibes Are Worse Than Dooku’s, Ventress’, and Grievous’ Combined.

Cody mentions this to Fox and Fox is like ‘yeah he’s a politician’

From my untitled, Bugead-as-assassins AUish future!fic:

Veronica joins him at the balcony. The top floor of the theatre hall curls around the mezzanine below. Most of Veronica’s guest, including Betty and Archie, mill around on the mezzanine, drinking champagne from crystal glasses as waiters in tuxedos flit around with an assortment of appetizers. A string band plays softly on an elevated stage in the corner.

Veronica’s gaze sweeps across the mezzanine with obvious pleasure. The guests below are a veritable who’s-who of Riverdale. The Blossom clan is in full attendance, as is the mayor and the sheriff. The guests are all well-heeled, dressed in floor-length gowns or suits with bowties.

“It’s the charity event of the year,” Veronica explains. “Everyone is here.” She pauses and he detects a slight waiver in her voice when she says, “Including the man who killed my father.”

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Gentle and tender moments, rare as they were to manifest, were always warmly welcomed and accepted with ferocious need and want. The feed and filled that everlasting demand for warmth and affection that had been missing for an eternity of time, embraced and absorbed whenever it was given with such willingness and devoted care. Feeling the press of the softest kiss against the temple, brimming with vast endearment and attentiveness causing the rise of heat in the depth of the wizard’s being. A clenching of the heart, that was both almost painful but also welcome tightening that almost left them breathless and with a flutter in the depth of their stomach.

Strong and dependable arms wrapped around the small and almost delicate form of the spellcaster, holding him strongly and firmly in their grasp. Pulled flushed against the chiseled and familiar built of the pyromancer, feeling the heat that came with such closeness that warmed him even more. Some might find the heat intense and unbearable, but it was welcomed and loved by the shapeshifter, the manifest of his beloved’s presence and being at it’s most honest and purest. It was such a comforting feeling, one he had come to crave and desire above everything, almost addicted to it never having enough of a fill. Melting into the closeness, finding a security and safety in that moment as the world seemed to fade and melt away from them both. If only these times could last for eternity and never end, drinking in every millisecond of the moment to it’s purest degree and memorizing it.

Leaning into the embrace, wanting to return the affection that was shown but not willing to move and ruin the current position. Just soaking in, a gentle and harmonious noise that could be almost defined as a purr of sorts was emitted, expressing the happiness in the moment. 

“I guess there is some advantage to this miniscule height.”

Aku teased softly, hands rest and gently caressing the one’s wrapped around his tiny frame. Absorbed in the feeling that was being expressed. Whatever troubled them and nawed at their being faded to faint nothing, just letting the present moment take over. 

A piece of trash but like, in the best way

And that shit has stuck with me every day since. When faced with a difficult decision I ask myself;

Would a price of trash do this?

And I think you all know the answer is more often than not;