Widow's Bay 1.01 "Welcome to Widow's Bay"

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Widow's Bay 1.01 "Welcome to Widow's Bay"
he couldn't believe he was being asked if he liked girls
face of a man who thought the original question was about pickles
see unfortunately I have this condition where if I am not explicitly told that I am a part of the ingroup then I will assume I must be part of the outgroup
but above all, one must not concern oneself with the opinions of people who censor the word fuck
people will criticize works for being heavy-handed and yet when you see how a lot of people experience these works, one can only conclude they're not too heavy-handed enough.
intimacy these days - jess janz. | breakfast for @hollanovbingo
Lovely platies, gouache on paper.
being called an old soul when you were kid and knowing you just got diagnosed as a weird cunt
hmm it seems i have started bandaging wounds that aren't even formed yet
hollanov grocery run
Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me. (Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg)
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Diane, clear my schedule. I’m attempting a recipe that says “prep time: 15 minutes.”
hungry for some kind of release
hollanov | explicit | 5+1 | canon compliant | complete
“I hope that left a bruise,” he says when they crouch down for the face off. “I would like to see it.” Shane’s chewing on his mouth guard with an intensity he knows only comes at the end of a tense game. “Fuck you,” Shane says with a muffled voice. “Yes. That,” he shoots back, tensing as the ref drops the puck. Shane swoops it to the right and he’s chasing after him again. This time he slams Shane even harder into the boards. So hard he can hear the breath leaving the man’s body and it zings through him with a heat he finds so delicious. The kind that only Shane can provide. Or the five times they use hockey as foreplay during Ilya's last season as a Raider and the one time they don't.
Swan Feast, Natalie Eilbert
Stop warning me about mature content I'm literally an adult
young!rabbot anyone...?