Seeing Lores with my THIRD EYE.
Dancing in my room〽️
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I am 100 and 1% sure that this is how #AvengersDoomsday is going to end
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Cap had no idea if Spider-Man had superhuman durability or just web gadgets when he pulled those supports.
He saw an unvetted combatant in spandex and dropped a 15-ton industrial steel boarding bridge directly onto him. If Peter had the physical baseline of Black Widow or Falcon, that impact ends him right there on the tarmac permanently.
Steve was so desperate to reach Siberia that he was entirely willing to test an unknown target’s physical breaking point just to buy a five-second head start.
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Can someone explain this to me like I’m 5? If Bruce had already mastered his Smart Hulk form in Endgame and She-Hulk, why does he suddenly need a suppressor in Spider-Man: Brand New Day? Did he lose control again, or is there more to his condition than Marvel has revealed?
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After a big fight with my boyfriend (28), I (F24) was a mess. My friend (F26) invited me over to the place she shares with her new boyfriend (M30). We drank, I cried, they listened and held space for me. It got late, I was drunk, and they offered the couch.
They went to their room but left the door cracked. I could see everything. She slid her hand into his boxers and stroked him slowly. Watching them live hit harder than any of her stories ever had. Still furious and reckless, I waited until he went to shower, then quietly walked in.
She was on the bed in just her panties. I hugged her, then kissed her. She froze for half a second, then kissed me back hard. We were deep into it when he came back in a towel. We didn’t speak. We just pulled the towel off and took him into our mouths together.
He put me on all fours, had her lie in front of me so I could taste her while he pressed into my ass. It was my first time. It burned and I cried out, but he slowed, she stroked my hair and kissed me, and the pain melted into something intense and full. He moved carefully until I was pushing back against him, moaning into her.
We switched positions for a long time—her riding him while I sat on his face, then all three of us tangled until we came one after another. Afterward we lay in a sweaty, laughing heap. They asked if I was okay. I was more than okay. I felt wanted, free, and completely present for the first time in weeks.
In the morning we made breakfast together. No guilt, no awkwardness—just easy affection and the quiet understanding that what happened was ours and good. I left feeling lighter, happier, and certain I’d done exactly what I needed.
I was closing on a dead Thursday at the sports bar. One of my regulars had been parked in my section for three hours, nursing the same whiskey and never taking his eyes off me. When he finally settled up he slid the receipt across the table with a thick fold of bills underneath. I figured it was a solid tip until I flipped it over in the kitchen.
On the back he’d written: “After close. My truck. Money’s yours either way.”
I finished the last of the side work, swapped the tight black shorts for jeans, and walked out to the lot. His truck sat in the far corner with the lights off. I climbed in.
He didn’t talk. The second the door shut he hauled me into the back seat, shoved my shirt up, and sucked hard on my tits while his hand worked my jeans open. I’d been wet for the last hour just from the way he’d watched me. He got his cock out, rolled a condom on, and pulled me onto him facing forward. I sank down and he grabbed my hips, bouncing me hard against him. The windows fogged in minutes. Every time I tried to ease up he thrust up harder and told me to take every inch.
He lasted longer than I expected. When he finally came he held me down tight and kept grinding until he finished. I climbed off, fixed my clothes, and stepped out without much of a word. He rolled the window down and said,
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Did you know the Chamber of Secrets was built for a far darker purpose than simply hiding a monster beneath Hogwarts?
Salazar Slytherin didn’t just create a secret room. He built a hidden chamber deep beneath the castle, concealed it from the other founders, and left behind a creature intended to carry out his hatred of Muggle-born witches and wizards.
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We’re on the highway, late afternoon light sliding across the dashboard. His hand rests on my thigh for a while, just warm and steady, then slowly slides higher. He keeps his eyes on the road while his fingers slip under my dress and find me already soaked.
He rubs slow circles over my clit, then sinks two fingers inside me, curling them just right. I grip the seat and try to stay quiet. He glances over, soft smile, and says, “You’re dripping, baby… I can feel it.”
At the next long stretch of empty road he leans over, keeps one hand on the wheel, and ducks his head between my legs. His mouth closes over me—hot, wet, sucking my clit while his fingers keep working deeper. The wet sounds fill the car. I come hard, thighs shaking against his face, whispering his name like a secret.
He sits back up, kisses my temple, and licks his fingers clean like it’s the sweetest thing he’s tasted all day. Then he just holds my hand the rest of the drive, thumb stroking my knuckles, quiet and proud.
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He woke up hard and hungover again, same as every Saturday after a late night. I was already up, coffee in hand, still in the tank top I’d slept in. He didn’t say much, just pulled the blanket back so I could see him stroking himself slow under the sheets.
I climbed in beside him without a word. My hand replaced his. He was thick and warm, already leaking a little at the tip. I stroked him while he kissed my neck, one hand sliding between my thighs. I was wetter than I expected. He pushed two fingers in and I rocked against them, quiet so we wouldn’t wake anyone.
After a minute he rolled me onto my stomach and tugged my shorts down just enough. I stayed on
We’re on the highway, late afternoon light sliding across the dashboard. His hand rests on my thigh for a while, just warm and steady, then slowly slides higher. He keeps his eyes on the road while his fingers slip under my dress and find me already soaked.
He rubs slow circles over my clit, then sinks two fingers inside me, curling them just right. I grip the seat and try to stay quiet. He glances over, soft smile, and says, “You’re dripping, baby… I can feel it.”
At the next long stretch of empty road he leans over, keeps one hand on the wheel, and ducks his head between my legs. His mouth closes over me—hot, wet, sucking my clit while his fingers keep working deeper. The wet sounds fill the car. I come hard, thighs shaking against his face, whispering his name like a secret.
He sits back up, kisses my temple, and licks his fingers clean like it’s the sweetest thing he’s tasted all day. Then he just holds my hand the rest of the drive, thumb stroking my knuckles, quiet and proud.
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Thanos won. He snapped his fingers, balanced the universe, and got everything he ever wanted.
So why is the very first thing waiting for him in the Soul Stone a terrified child asking him what it cost?
People talk about the snap as an ultimate victory, but that orange void wasn't a reward. it was his own mind locking him in a prison of permanent regret.
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This looks really cliché, the classic fight yourself to know yourself.
I was really hoping for something new from marvel.
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The MCU is so cooked they have to drag Steve Rogers and Peggy back from retirement, put the cast in a room, and still refuse to show anything real. Tickets on sale + total silence = they know this is nostalgia bait or the movie is mid. December 18 is either salvation or the funeral.
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