Tag: mushy holiday stuff
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inordertobetterserve: sir-erik: temptingdominance: puppyastro: Christmas time for puppies 🙂 What beautiful time of year. No peeing on the puppy-mas tree. Only smell. Hahaha “What do you mean I can’t mark these presents? They have my name on them.” My pup asks, his voice muffled from the mask.“That means they’re already marked. No peeing. Smells only.…
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‘Hey,” I say, with a knock. “You ok?”“Nn.” Came the reply.“I’m coming in.”“Nn.”I step into the bathroom, not knowing what to expect, but I had a ball of dread in the bottom of my stomach. I’m relieved Darren isn’t hurt, but then I see what he had done with the scissors and his hair. “Hey,”…
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clinicallymoi: An adorable submission from @subtle-butt-crack (This caption is 100% fictional. This is a writing exercise, and does not attempt to assume the identities, sexuality, or personalities of the people in the picture.) _____________________________________________ Hey Sylvie, Thanks for your e-mail. Things are actually going SUPER well. I was so nervous for absolutely no reason. The…
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Alastair tugs on my sleeve. I tear my gaze away from the dancing revelers to look at him. He jerks his head slightly – as much as one tends to do when they have horns jutting out of their head that can injure someone. I raise an eyebrow and follow him away from the bonfires,…
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Seamus held his breath as the comet traveled upwards, leaving little sprinkles of light in its wake. Then, it exploded into a thousand speckles of white. He screamed and covered his ears in shock. John tore his eyes away from the spectacle to look at Seamus, his brown furrowed with concern. “Are you ok?”“I just…
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lickerpup: Rudolph the red-thonged reindeer~ Had a very shiny gag~ And if you ever saw him~ You’d say “what a total fag!”~ Merry Christmas tumblr! 🙂 “What a cute little faggot reindeer,” Santa chuckled, eating one of the cookies left for him. “You’re supposed to be in bed aren’t you?”The boy shrugged and looked at the…
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bondcyberrole: ooooooh….i’m dreaming…of a white christmas It’s never a good sign when you wake up and your boy is missing on Christmas. You woke up before your alarm, which means your boy wasn’t scheduled to present by your side for a little while longer. Yet, you expected to hear him prattling around the kitchen, preparing…
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The party was thriving right outside the simple, pressboard door but it might as well have been in a separate dimension. I could hear the thump of the Spotify playlist I made, and the occasional sprinkle of laughter or shouting from a drunk guest. It was Christmas in New York, and we had passed our…
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“Ok, the potatoes are done, the salad is done, the turkey needs a little while longer. Ugh still have to cut the pies? Why won’t they cool! Ah shit, stir the sauce stir the sauce…that was all my orange peel so I can’t fuck up the cranberry sauce…still have to set the goddamn table too…
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Bobby put the pasta sauce in the cart, finding room for it with the condoms and shampoo and groceries and seltzer water and other things. It had been a long shopping list, and it had been hard to resist temptation. He was not allowed to deviate from the list at all. Bobby texted his Master…