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cowboylikedean · 1 year
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i love how this website decided the ides of march is a week long thing this year
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ifearloveisviolence · 17 days
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velvetcloak · 4 months
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cami 성미
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itll-be-alright · 10 days
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the kids are gonna be alright
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madrewrites · 2 years
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les mis: takes place over 15+ years
phantom of the opera: at least 3 months
hamilton: 28-ish years
wicked: between 2 and 5 years
west side story: just a really stressful 48 hours for everyone involved
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brainwormcity · 5 months
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No matter how many times I watch the final fifteen... I feel wrecked all over again. The way Aziraphale just barely wraps an arm around him with his left hand and the fingers of his right flutter over Crowley's shoulder, fighting the urge to hold him against him. His eyes falling shut and the almost imperceptible way he moves and lets Crowley pull him closer. The way his right hand hovers, the next time we see it, just above Crowley's back before he pulls away...
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Meanwhile, Crowley with a white knuckle grip on his lapels and sweat on his brow. You can see him shaking. There's so much desperation and this air of futility, like one last ditch effort towards thwarting the apocalypse all over again.
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The bitter frustration in Crowley's voice when he says, "don't bother," probably more closed off to Aziraphale than he's ever been since they day they met. Yet, he still stands there and watches the only creature in the universe he's ever loved disappear into the grips of a fascistic bureaucracy that has not only mocked him for millennia but mere moments before was threatening to destroy him.
6,000 years. 6,000 years! He knew. He absolutely knew that Aziraphale loved him too. There was no doubt in his voice when he remarked on how they could always rely on each other and how they had denied themselves their relationship all of their existence. He just hoped that Aziraphale would have chosen their side instead and not ask him to change. It's all so goddamn heartbreaking.
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genderimpala · 9 months
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curious to know abt the correlation between neurodiverse folks and tattoos. bc i as an audhder would simply Never Get A Tattoo because i hate the idea of something being on my body permanently.
(this is also why i want to go on t and have the ftm surgeries but also don't want to anything permanent bc What If I Regret It)
so like nd people. what's y'all's opinions on tattoos.
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mygirljunhee · 24 days
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Mijoo back with her girls 💖
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If I see any more homophobic nonsense in the Star Wars fandom then I'm drawing Tech on a romantic date with Garrus Vakarian.
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ON THIS, A BLESSED TECH TUESDAY AND A BAD BATCH EVE.
YOU. HAVE. BEEN. WARNED.
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intricatecakes · 1 year
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careful. he bites.
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themintman · 6 months
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pansydivided · 4 days
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seeing a few people saying "shane looks uncomfortable with this" and "this feels like stevens fault" how about we treat them all like adults. that made this decision together. and also not be lowkey racist!
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no I won’t stop posting these
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phxraon · 2 years
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someone said "thinking about how rhaenyra is used to filling everyone’s cups, but daemon sharing his cup with her shows that he sees her as his equal" and i can't stop thinking about it
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suna-cerely-yours · 2 years
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tonight, you're mine ft rintaro
warnings: fem! bodied reader, smoking, 18+, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, angst, fwb!suna.
a/n: i've had this in my drafts forever it's a miracle i actually posted this.
[2:07 am]
you up? im downstairs
huffing slightly, you put down your phone as suna's message lights up your screen. tipping your head back, you breathe slowly- once, twice- before getting up, shrugging on a hoodie and making your way to the door.
you leave your apartment building, the glass door closing with a click as you cross the walkway and climb down the stairs. suna stands there, leaning against his black lexus, head tilted towards the sky. you move closer, gravel crunching underneath your feet as he turns his gaze on you, head still tilted upward. slowly he straightens, lithe body drawing upto its full height, and shifting to face you.
"i won't kiss you, you know", you say, gesturing to the lit cigarette between his fingers. " i hate that shit."
"it's just one, i've been stressed lately - it's not that bad," he replies, carelessly bringing the cigarette to his mouth.
you huff a sigh, before stepping closer and grabbing his wrist.
"fine then, i guess i'll also smoke a bit- since it's not that bad."
hooded eyes watch as you bring his wrist closer to your mouth, lips wrapping around the cigarette.
you inhale- and immediately start coughing.
"this is- ugh- how do you even- "
smirking slightly he brings the cigarette up to his own mouth, inhaling.
"you have to, have to suck it slow- can't be in a hurry."
throat dry, you glare at him- fighting the urge to simply storm back to bed.
"well? you gonna get in or what?"
he crushes the cigarette and throws it in a nearby trashcan, before smoothly opening the door for you, gesturing you to get in.
climbing inside, you fiddle with the radio, the weeknd's sultry beats filling the car as suna climbs in and reverses out of the parking lot.
"do you wanna stop at mcdonald's?"
"rin we're literally driving to your apartment so we can fuck, hurry up."
"okay, okay fine- be like that."
"be like what? "
"nothing."
sighing, you tilt your head back. you never knew what went through this boy's head. sure, you guys weren't exactly friends- you didn't say hi to each other at parties nor did you acknowledge each others' presence at any time that wasn't past midnight- but still.
"i thought you were going home this weekend."
"i was- then something came up."
"oh."
awkward silence stretches between the two of you as rin pulls into the parking lot of his bougie apartment building. for a moment neither of you move, now listening to travis scott mumble about being the highest in the room.
reaching over, you let your nails drag against the nape of his neck, your hand reaching around to cup his face. turning it towards you, you lock eyes- his stare heavy.
you swallow, mouth suddenly dry.
"rin, i've been thinking lately that, that this can't go on. we've been at it for months and i'm literally moving across the country for grad school next month. it's better we wrap things up."
" you mean fucking? you wanna stop?"
"well we certainly can't continue when we're in different parts of the country."
his jaw works under your palm, teeth grinding together.
"so we just stop? and become strangers?"
"you're acting like we even look at each other in public."
" i look at you plenty, it's you who never looks back."
"rin, what are you even saying? we're just fuckbuddies, and it's time we stop. this was a temporary thing anyway, remember?"
mouth parting, he exhales- before slipping out of your palms.
"alright, i guess it's our last night then, c'mon."
the both of you make your way up to his apartment. he takes his time unlocking the door, swiping his key card multiple times. the door finally opens with a click, familiar surroundings meeting your eyes. the glass windows overlooking the city is the only source of light, moonlight illuminating his minimalist living room. the city bustles as usual, skyscrapers and billboards lit up. you'll miss this view, that's for sure, and maybe even the countless nights the two of you had spent looking at the view, satiated on his leather couch.
his hand threads through yours, uncharacteristically tender, as he leads you to his bedroom, and he's cradling your face delicately and kissing you- soft, languid and unhurried. you grasp at the soft fabric of his sweatshirt, trying to bring him closer.
he's moving you backward, till the back of your knees hits the bed and you lie back, him moving above you. without breaking the kiss he lowers your head till you're lying flat on the bed, him between your legs, one arm supporting himself.
he kisses you languidly, licking into your mouth, slowing palming your breast over your hoodie.
“this hoodie is mine, y’know. i was wondering what happened to it.”
“mhm, it’s mine now.”
huffing a laugh, he sits back on his knees, stopping his ministrations momentarily to simply look at you, lips swollen and hair messy.
his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, reaching over to unzip your hoodie, revealing a thin white camisole stretching over your breasts, nipples erect. his hands trail over your stomach, pushing up the camisole and sliding inside the waistband of your leggings, inhaling sharply when he notices your lack of underwear.
“so pretty, all f’me right? only for me,” he groans, peeling your leggings down and tossing them aside. parting your legs he settles between them, hooking your knees on his broad shoulders.
“rin,ah-”
you’re cut off as he presses a kiss to your cunt, tongue dipping between your folds to flick at your clit. sucking on your clit, he pushes a finger inside you, curling just so when he finds your sensitive spot, grinning as you whine, your hips shooting upwards.
“rin, please oh, just- i need you inside,” you moan, panting as he slides another finger inside, torturously slow.
“fuck, doll- you don’t need to beg, i’d do anything for you.”
you’re too turned on too notice the implications of his words, sliding his hoodie down your arms and slipping out of your camisole, watching as he pulls off his sweatshirt and grabs a condom, bringing it up to his mouth to open the packaging.
before rolling on the condom he grabs your hips and brings you closer, tapping the head of his cock on your pussy, sliding it between your folds, groaning at the friction. you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer, sighing as he finally rolls on the condom and pushes past your folds.
“shit, you always feel so good, fuck-”
“rin, faster, i’m so close, please-”
he obliges, thrusting faster, one hand slipping between the two of you to press tight circles on your clit.
you scream, lips forming an o as you hit your high unexpectedly, gasping as he continues pounding into you, sloppier as he chases his own high. you clench down on him, squirming at the over sensitivity as he cums, hips stuttering.
the two of you are silent as he pulls out, breathing heavily. you push yourself up on your elbows as he knots the condom, throwing it in the bin near his desk.
“i-”, you begin, unsure what to say.
his eyes lock on yours as he pulls you into his lap, burying his face into your neck. 
"you can leave in the morning, tonight i'm not letting you go."
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