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Finally, Daryl had reached a level of being so comfortable with kissing them that he was no longer thinking about that part at all. His mind no longer lingered on the mechanics or implications of the kiss; instead, he flowed with the moment, guided by instinct and a deep sense of what was turning into familiarity. He could've kissed them all day, but the rest of his body was on fire, begging for something more. Still, he was grateful that they had enough self-control to break the kiss so they could continue figuring out what came next.

Daryl was appreciative of their gentle gestures, allowing him to feel comfortable in the vulnerability. That didn't stop him from wanting to curl in on himself at the idea of answering that question, back to not feeling so confident. He considered it for a beat. ❝On me.❞ He said quietly, and he blushed lightly as he replied. ❝If that's okay.❞ He looked back up at them to check in and be clear, even if it was difficult.

Seeing Daryl allow himself to be vulnerable was so touching that, for a moment, Hyacinthe forgot the heated moment they were sharing. They cupped his cheeks gently and pressed their foreheads together. "It's okay," they murmured, their voice so low it sounded like a cat's purring. "I'm here." With the tips of their fingers, they brushed the hair away from Daryl's face to meet their eyes. Arms wrapped around his shoulders to pull him in a tight embrace, their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss.

As their hips touched, they gave him a very light, teasing thrust, but they could not hold back the moan that left them. "Okay, okay." They were almost out of breath when they reached to grab a condom from the only nightstand they shared - they had long ago noticed the presence of condoms in its drawer - before sitting back properly on Daryl, keeping an arm around his shoulder. "You need to tell me what exactly you want. Who do I put this on?" they asked, barely blushing at how blunt the question was. Everything needed to be clear between them, to make him feel safe.

#fcllederage #daryl: threads #nsfw

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EWAN McGREGOR’S 50th BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION  |  Day 2, Sunday 28th   —  Favorite character played by Ewan, EXCEPT Obi-Wan Kenobi

↳  Dan Torrance in Doctor Sleep (2019)

#dan: face #i love him sm

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Cassidy laughed a little at the things that she was listing off, but the laughter waned, replaced by an ache from the realization that some dreams were just off the table. Not that he wanted any of those things, but still. As her words sunk in, an ache of loneliness filled his chest. He grabbed for his drink, finishing it off and refilling both of their glasses instead of saying anything.

Cassidy nodded, a smile coming back as he recalled his friend. ❝He was great. My first real friend outside of home, ya know?❞ As Cassidy had discovered his true nature, it lead him down a path of pushing the boundaries of his newfound immortality to their limits. He tested the resilience of his body, hurling himself into dangerous situations and reckless pursuits, teetering on the edge of self-destruction, grappling with the weight of eternity and the fragility of the people around him. He also found out that drugs were the perfect thing to sate his disgusting urge to drink from those fragile people.

What had really put him over the the edge was McGann's funeral, a reminder of the passage of time and the fleeting nature of human life. Cassidy found himself confronting the immutable truth that he would outlive everyone he met, condemned to wander a world that would forever be in flux, while he remained frozen in time. He downed the next glass of whiskey, only to refill it quickly.

❝Nah, it's okay. I get it. You have your guard up after being around a major asshole. It's understandable.❞ Cassidy said with a shrug. ❝I get it if your guard is still up, you don't know a damn thing about me, really. But ... it doesn't have to be so lonely now.❞ He couldn't help saying. ❝Not saying we have to best friends or anything, but might be nice to have someone to talk to about this every once in awhile, right?❞ He offered, hopeful about the whole thing. Maybe too much so.

As she admitted she had never really been to the beach, it was Cassidy's turn to be surprised. He had grown up in a seaside town in Ireland, and he could still remember the slight salt-smell that was in the air. ❝I grew up close to the beach. Sometimes my ma would let us skip church and go spend all day at the beach.❞ He smiled at the memory, but it was starting to get harder to remember those days when he was just a kid, the sun beating down on them, the waves crashing, the laughter of his siblings, his mother's face. He shook his head, pushing all that away for the moment. ❝But wait - that settles it. You and I have to keep in touch, because we're going to the beach. Might not be as fun at night, but I dunno, those teens on The Lost Boys made it look fun. Minus the uh, killing. That won't be on the agenda.❞

❝ I wonder who made up that rule. ❞ Slender brows scrunched together as she thought back to when she had made those few hundred years ago, remembering what the world had been like for vampires back then. She supposed that if her kind had been exposed to humans, they would have been slaughtered the same as so-called "witches." They hadn't been actual witches that cast spells on humans and caused chaos and death in their lives. They were ordinary women who thought differently, mature ahead of their own time, and murdered for it. No wonder vampires lived in solitude. Going about their unknown was better than being hunted by the masses. A few hick hunters she could at least handle.

She leaned back in her chair, an air of disappointment about her. ❝ I suppose we'll never find ourselves on the cover of Vogue magazine or running multi-million dollar companies without the risk of outing ourselves and becoming open targets. It's no wonder we stick to the shadows. It's safer there . . . but lonely. ❞ On that note, she picked up her drink and shot back the remainder in one swift movement.

Nadja listened to him recount the story of how he had found out what he was, all thanks to a man in a bar that happened to catch on quicker than the vampire himself. She found herself smiling by the end of it. ❝ It sounds like he was a very open-minded man. I wish all people could share the same accepting mindset as him. ❞

Brown eyes flared wide when her companion admitted that she had been the first vampire he had met since his turning. ❝ The first one? Am I really? ❞ She was astonished by the admission and now the pieces clicked into the place. It was no wonder he had been so eager to talk to her outside of the bar. She felt both bad for turning him down at first and honored that they were sitting here together now. ❝ I'm sorry for trying to push you away earlier in that case. ❞

Every day after she had been turned, it had taken a lot out of her to remember what the sun felt like on her face; the waves of heat that shone on her skin, the way black dots bounced behind her eyelids if she looked up into the sun for one second longer than she should have, how beads of sweat formed when she was in the garden, and how her clothes smelled of the outside when she went inside for something to drink.

All of those sensory memories she focused on for so long until they went away completely. Every once in a while she swore she remembered its light and warmth but it slipped between her fingers. Even when she did what she could to navigate through daylight hours it wasn't the same. ❝ I don't remember seeing the beach, ❞ she admitted sadly. ❝ Not unless I was a child and it's been so long that I don't really remember if we ever did. ❞

#untilthcyrot #cassidy: threads

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THE HUNGER GAMES APPRECATION WEEK → day 4: favourite character

“I keep wishing I could think of a way to... to show the Capitol they don't own me. That I'm more than just a piece in their games." (insp)

#peeta: face #🥺

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❝I didn't say I wasn't takin' you seriously.❞ Daryl snapped back, his words tinged with a hint of defiance born from the need to cling to some semblance of control. But uncertainty gnawed at him, threatening to unravel the fragile threads of his disbelief.

Before, he had heard a lot of stories when he was out hunting about creatures and what people would consider to be folklore, and he had mostly chalked it up to being bullshit. Except when he thought he saw a chupacabra. Of course Kyleigh remembered him saying that.

In any other scenario, he would've been irritated that she was grabbing onto him like that. And hell, he still kind of was, but he was still trying to make sense of everything that she was saying. He sat back, hand around the strap of his crossbow.

He tensed when her eyes changed color, and the way that she spoke. But the sight of her fangs was what really sent a chill down his spine. Despite his instinctual urge to recoil, he found himself rooted in place, unable to tear his gaze away. Disbelief and fear swirled within him, mingling with a thread of fascination that refused to be extinguished.

❝What the hell?❞ His voice a mixture of incredulity and a hint of steel. Perhaps a better question than before, he squared his shoulders, meeting her gaze with some apprehension. ❝How?❞

Even if she hadn't been watching him Kyleigh knew Daryl didn't believe her. Or at least didn't want to believe that she could be what she said she was. And she understood that. If he was up there telling her that he was some kind of fairy-tale monster she would be laughing her ass off at him and thinking that he got into the community's liquor stash. But as much as she wished this was some cruel prank she was playing Kyleigh was telling him her truth.

Letting out a sigh she shook her own head and turned out to glance in the darkness. "So you're willing to believe that there's dead bodies walking around out there trying to eat people because you've actually seen and witnessed them, but you're not going to take me seriously? Daryl I have no reason at all to lie to you about this. Shit man, this coming from the person who believes they saw a damn chupacabra? What the fuck?"

There was a way she could prove to him that what she was telling him was very real, but Kyleigh promised herself a long time ago that no one she cared about would ever see that side of her. And there was no way in hell she was going to break that promise. Perhaps a quick glance would be enough proof? But how could she do it without scaring the shit out of him?

Turning around she took him by the wrist and led him over to the little sitting area someone had set up. With a gentle push she had him sit down and prayed to God that his quick reflexes wouldn't end up with her having an arrow through her head. Closing her eyes she allowed the wolf part of her to come to the surface and when she opened them again they were glowing gold. "I might not have told you everything Daryl Dixon, but I have never lied to you and I'm not about to now." As she spoke her voice had a deep husk to it, her sharp and jagged fangs on full display for the archer.

#lunarruled #daryl: threads

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EDDIE MUNSON Stranger Things | 4.01

#eddie m: face

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At Ben's words, Richie gave a nod. 'Look, man, it's under control . . .' Hearing words that he had said about his addiction repeated back to himself from a friend made him want to crawl out of his skin. He settled for reaching into his coat pocket for his cigarettes. If the roles were reversed Richie would've wanted to be left the fuck alone about it, but that wouldn't have been helpful. On second thought, it might have been nice to hear an actual friend voicing their concern. He looked back over at Ben. ❝And now?❞ He asked. He put a cigarette between his lips, lit it, and took a long draw.

"Yeah, well. . ." Ben shrugged and continued to look anywhere but Richie. He winced when his friend confirmed his worst fear: he knew. "Dammit, Rich," he sighed harshly. He nervously scrubbed a hand through his hair, once again fighting the urge to take off running. "Look, man, it's under control. . . it was, anyway." He was still unwilling to name 'it': bulimia. But if Richie knew, anyway, surely he didn't need Ben to spell it out.

#painofhumanity #richie: threads

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(via plebgirl)

#cassidy: aesthetic #tw drugs

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It was intimacy that was easy between them, but still ran so deep. It was a blend of innocence and sensuality, a delicate balance. Daryl marveled at how easy it was for them, wondering how he had gotten so lucky. Despite his reluctance to break away from the intoxicating embrace and kisses, he turned around, his heart still fluttering with the warmth of their closeness.

Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the sensation of Hyacinthe's tender fingers tracing soap along his back. It would've made him tense if he didn't trust Hyacinthe so much. But with them, trust flowed effortlessly, allowing him to relax. As they pressed in close, he nuzzled his head against theirs. ❝Me too.❞ He said, words barely loud enough to hear. ❝I never ... thought this was possible.❞ He admitted, arms wrapping around Hyacinthe's to keep them close.

Hyacinthe let him kiss them, and kissed them back, as much as he wanted. For once, they let go and allowed themselves to get lost in the moment, the hot water running over their naked bodies, pressed against each other. They peppered his neck with gentle kisses before pulling away, knowing very well the both of them could get turned on by that. "Turn around," they whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

They poured some shower gel in the palm of their hand before rubbing them together. Hyacinthe could hardly believe how lucky they had been, meeting Daryl, moving in with him, letting their walls down enough to trust him and fall in love. They ran their fingers across his back. All they felt were the definition of his muscles under his skin and the way his scars ran across his shoulderblades. They ran their fingers around his waist as well and stepped closer, pressing against him as they rubbed his chest. "I'm so happy with you," they murmured in his ear, taking the opportunity of not facing him to blurt those words out.

#fcllederage #daryl: threads

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— In the Dream House, Carmen Maria Machado

#cap: face #bucky: about #r: steve and bucky

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❝Don't say things like that.❞ Dan said, reaching over to pat her knee. But he could feel the tension coming from her, the pain radiated off of her. He understood, best be could anyway. Once they were home, he helped get Bree inside, knowing she was exhausted from all the mental strain. He got her settled in her room, made her tea. ❝Want me to sit with you awhile?❞ He asked.

Bree appreciated the silence; she was barely holding it together now, and she didn't think she could handle trying to carry a conversation. She held onto the door handle and tried to maintain the image of wearing noise cancelling headphones in a crowded room, but sometimes the noise of other people's thoughts still snuck through. "I think it'd hurt less if you ran my head over with the car," she groaned through gritted teeth.

#painofhumanity #dan: threads

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This still feels more like me… than back in them houses. That’s pretty messed up, huh?

#daryl: face #r: daryl and merle

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Y'all, I am so excited about my new site for my muses. I've been working really hard on it and actually completing about and even bio pages fjlsadslhj.

#out of sunshine

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At Jonathan's reaction, it was clear that Steve had no reason to feel awkward. He felt a surge of confidence and pride again easily as Jonathan helped him with his pants and boxers. He gasped at the feeling of searching fingers brush against his cock. He swallowed hard, trying to contain himself but his hips jerked and a low moan left him at the feel of Jonathan stroking him. He twitched and leaked more in Jonathan's hand with each touch.

❝God, that's good.❞ He murmured between pants. He wrapped his hand back around Jonathan, grip tight and with purpose this time. He was no longer unsure, he just wanted to make Jonathan cum as soon as possible. It wasn't a competition of who could make who reach their peak first, but it felt like it - the same intensity and determination.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ☪︎ . *. ⋆ IT TOOK ALL OF WHATEVER ENERGY he had not to let the dam burst right then and there, hearing steve's suggestion. admittedly it had already been something he'd been thinking about, but it sounded so much HOTTER coming from him, and it put so many more vivid images in his head. hot with desire, he reaches out to tug at steve's belt, eyes dark and blown with lust.

❝ please, ❞ he just about moans with a nod, fingers managing to unbutton the other's jeans and slip right into his boxers. as EASY as it is to find steve's arousal, he has to fight to not cringe as he awkwardly finds that angle, that pace that would match his and hopefully give him an equal amount of satisfaction. as jonathan finds that gentle pace, he cranes his head back with a heavy sigh, almost a groan. his mouth just about WATERS, almost sure he can feel steve stiffening in his grasp. ❝ fuck. ❞

#filmdesque #steve: threads #nsfw

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#out of sunshine #asks: answered

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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

#out of sunshine #pls

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Bucky Barnes + Symptoms of PTSD - Intrusive Memories

#bucky: face #bucky: about