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paleconstellationss · 9 months

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wore this to a wine night at a friends and ive decided im never publicly wearing a bra again <33

#minemyown #ever since i bought it i knew my own mission was to wear it SOMEWHERE #and it was only very close friends and like not a lot of people but like??? 10/10 had a great time will be purchasing sluttier outfits soon #♥️💜💞💖💓❣️❤️‍🔥💜#daddy #thick thighs save lives #thats a gender neutral daddy just so were all clear #<333333

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hellfire-fist · 10 months

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THE LUFFY IS LUFFYING !!! 😭

(📸 twt: @Eiichiro_Staff)

#OMG 🥹#my boys #I love you guys #that's my Zoro and Luffy 🥹🫶🏻♥️💚#zolu #zoro #luffy #one piece #one piece live adaptation

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saintbleeding · 9 months

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You know what you have to do now. (write the jg au for it)

Gerry doesn’t really like nerds, as a rule.

Gerry also doesn’t really like rules.

So you see the problem.

Like, okay, obviously if the rules fall within “safe and sanitary tattooing practices” then they’re inviolable, but if the rules are the only things stopping him from admitting he’s crushing a little bit on the dweeby audio engineer who works next door, then they were made to be broken.

The guy’s got a nice voice, even if he does dress like a divorced geography teacher. Mind you, Gerry’s only heard his voice in two contexts: sometimes, snatches of it drifting sonorously through the wall—which doesn’t bode well for the supposed soundproofing—as he… records? Rehearses? Whatever it is an archival audio engineer does.

Oh, and other times, while the guy is smoking out the front on his break, he’ll be on the phone, either with this treacly, measured tone that drips customer service, or in a much more genuine and irritated one, seemingly complaining about whoever he’s got to use the fake voice on. The duality of nerd, Gerry sometimes thinks, and smiles to himself as he works. It’s like there’s a silent, unacknowledged solidarity between them—strangers, but near enough that they can share the thought that people are a right bunch of dickheads.

It’s comfy. Companionable.

Easier than the mess of trying to do anything mental like having a conversation. He might be a wanker. He might be a Tory. Not worth the risk.

Or, rather, not till Sasha comes in one day. Gerry knows her. She’s come in more often as a hand-holder for her mates who are getting their first tats, but he’s worked on her once or twice too. On this day—on her lunch break, she says, but tells Gerry not to rush, she doesn’t mind being late back—she’s come in for text on her inner forearm. I am here, it’s going to say, in all-caps, with an arrow pointing up the arm, towards her. Gerry asks, genuinely curious, what it means.

“Easy to get lost,” she says. “‘Specially in my job. So it’s kind of a compass.”

Cool.

Gerry thinks that’s cool.

So they get to work on it. It’s not exactly painstaking, but given she said so, he takes his time on it. Lot of straight lines.

“Do you talk to Jon much?” Sasha says out of the blue.

“Who’s Jon?” Gerry says, without looking up.

“Oh! Works in the studio, next door?”

Gerry smiles without meaning to. “Oh, Mr A-Levels-History? Nah, haven’t had a chance.”

Sasha turns her head, sniggering. “I’ll tell him you said that.”

They lapse back into silence for a bit.

“Friend of yours?” Gerry asks breezily after what he sincerely hopes isn’t an awkwardly timed pause.

“Mm. Sort of,” Sasha says, in the same tone someone might insist they’re sort of friends with a panther. “He does a lot of recording for my company, and I’m usually the one who brings him our documents. He’s nicer than he looks.”

Gerry’s smile grows. “Doesn’t seem all that chatty.”

Sasha grins back. “Get him complaining and you won’t be able to shut him up.”

Gerry nods thoughtfully, and then the conversation drifts away from the topic.

But that evening, as he’s about to go, the nerd—sorry, Jon, apparently—is standing out the front, smoking, but not on the phone.

Gerry locks the door, pockets his keys, and turns around to face him in a way he hopes doesn’t look too orchestrated.

“Oh,” he says, “Could I bum one?”

Jon looks up like he’s surprised to remember he’s still on the physical plane, then exhales.

“Um,” he says, “Uh. Yes.”

He fumbles in his coat for a second, then pulls out his carton, which he hands over, looking away with a frown. Gerry takes a cigarette and puts it between his lips. When Jon takes the carton back, Gerry mimes for a light, and unthinkingly, rather than handing it over, Jon produces a zippo from somewhere and ignites it, holding it to the tip of Gerry’s smoke.

Not that Gerry is complaining about this, obviously. It gives him ample excuse to really properly look at Jon’s face for the first time. Stubbly chin, lines beneath his eyes and in the corners of his mouth, glasses in need of a polish. Their eyes meet, and Jon smiles awkwardly.

It’s right about then that Gerry decides fuck the rules, he’s got a crush.

“Long day?” he asks as Jon turns away, taking a drag of his own smoke.

“They’re all long,” Jon says wearily, then clears his throat. “I—mm. Yeah. Yes, you could say that.”

“And here I thought archiving reports from weird faceless organisations would be a barrel of laughs.”

Jon gives him a weird, silent look.

Classic bloody Gerry.

“Oh,” he continues, glancing away. “Um, you know Sasha? She, uh, talks about work a lot.”

When he dares to glance back, Jon is nodding, and if he’s still perturbed, he’s going to efforts not to look it.

“Friend of yours?” Jon asks.

Gerry smiles. “Sort of, yeah.”

They smoke in silence for a minute.

“I’m Jon, by the way,” Jon says, and Gerry nearly says I know, until he remembers what a weird fucking response that would be.

“Gerard,” he says instead, then, after a second, “Um, Gerry. I’m Gerry.”

They don’t shake hands.

“Strange,” Jon says, “That you spend all day jabbing people with needles, and I’m still hard-pressed to convince myself that my work is less violent.”

Gerry laughs. “How violent can things get in a recording studio, exactly?”

Jon smirks ruefully. “You might be surprised.”

Oh, cool, so he’s a freak. That’s kind of a huge relief.

“Anyway,” Gerry says, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve only ever had, like, three people pass out, so I’m doing pretty well. I’m basically a pacifist of tattooing.”

“You deserve the Need-el Peace Prize,” Jon says, then immediately cringes. “Sorry. Sorry. Christ, I tried to do something with needle and Nobel. Jesus Christ.”

Gerry laughs anyway.

“Not my finest work,” Jon concludes, lifting his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Eh, it’s fine. You’ll just have to keep trying.”

Jon gives a bemused smile, bending to butt out his cigarette on the concrete.

“I suppose I will,” he says, and straightens his coat. “In the meantime, though, I’ve got some life choices to go home and question.”

They smile, and Gerry instantly prefers the kind of companionable solidarity the two of them share when they have actually had a conversation.

“Nice to meet you, Jon,” Gerry says.

“Likewise,” Jon replies, then he turns and goes.

Gerry watches him till he’s out of sight, and as he walks home alone that night, he nails down the preference list.

He likes nerds a lot more than he likes rules.

#jongerry #tma #the magnus archives #my #saint writes #anon #asks #the way i am posting this first draft without proofing. living on the edge 2day #thank u anon ♥️

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khaosrealms · 5 months

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YUE LAO’S BLESSINGS (part five!) / saying i love you— as if urged by the gods themselves.

a/n: i just realized it’s been an month since i’ve released another blessings post and as such, another must be published! thank you so much as always for the wonderful support!! ♥️

SMOKE:

“I love you” from Tomas is every bit as sweet as it is earnest. It is standing back, waiting for you, while others have continued past. An arm wrapped around your waist as you sleep. A piece of hair he tucks behind your ear. “I love you” is wrestling on the floor of the Lin Kuei training room; sweat-covered and half-naked but laughing and throwing one another around. Hands pinned by sides, moments spent catching your breath, smiling as you struggle to gain composure. ��Stay here with me.” Tomas whispers after a kiss. His pinky interlocked with yours; the warmth of his breath on your cheeks. “I don’t want to lose you too.”

LI MEI:

“I love you” is difficult from Li Mei, at first. There’s insecurity— shame. Resisting your touch. Jaw locked as you cross gazes. Watching your fingers wander over her gauntlets and holding her breath as you brush over skin. “I love you” is sitting together, speaking for hours over a drink, not taking a sip but feeling intoxicated in another’s presence. Her hand on your thigh. Yours on her hip. Under her protection, her touch, her warm and inviting kiss. Away from every other person in that room but her and watchful, wanting eye. "Will you have me?" Li Mei asks, centimeters away from your lips. Tucked in an alley where the only space left is filled with your bodies; curled around one another.

RAIN:

“I love you” for Rain is something he’s seldom to ever put into words. Ambition drives the man, and in some ways, it drives his affection for you too. Hours he spends studying the things you adore so he may impress you with his knowledge of it. Your favorite foods, sights, tastes. The way you preen as he lifts your chin with his finger, the way you blush when he remarks your name in a certain tone. “I love you” is keeping you by his side, tempting you to push your own desires. Believing you capable of greater, believe you both capable of so much more. “I will make this world worthy of you.” Zeffeero swears, cupping your cheeks, warming them with his hands. Promising, with every bit of power and ambition in his being, to make this world bend for you.

NITARA:

“I love you” are fool’s words for Nitara. Words that are duty-bound to her Vaeternian people. You are her prey— and one can never love their prey, at the very least, not with words. “I love you” exists in every semblance of Nitara’s touch; no matter how much she might say otherwise. The way she wraps her wings around you as she feeds. The way she kisses your wounds and paints her lips with your blood— loving the hue more than anything, gazing at it in reflections, thinking of you, tasting of you. It’s in her refusal to allow you to be touched by any other being. Claiming you as her’s, loving you as her own. “You’re mine.” Nitara speaks, her words sounding more like pleading than demanding. Her claws pressed sweetly against your skin, her heart pressed against yours.

GENERAL SHAO:

“I love you” from Shao is decided long before you realize you are his. It’s a claim; a grasp you are wrapped around in. It is charming, intense. Conversations where he waits for you to speak so he may bare his gaze down on you. Waiting for you to crack, smiling when you stutter. “I love you” is watching you struggle against his grasp when he wraps his arms around you. Chuckling as you beat weakly at his arms. Watching you gaze up at him, smaller, weaker, perfect there in the center of his palm. Knowing he could make you so much more. Knowing you’d continue to fight against him no matter how pathetic you might be. “Is that all?” Shao goads, watching you struggle to get up after a brawl. Eyes red with desire, hungry with expectation. So determined to watch you demolish everything in your path to get back to him.

#mortal kombat x reader #mk1 imagines #x reader #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #khaosrealms #i love my 5 am release schedule for this #why can’t i ever work on this during #normal living hours? who knows. but enjoy !!!#🥹♥️#yue lao imagine

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brokendeerteeth · 7 months

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exterminate the one free man.

Thinking of making an au where Barney is a combine ordinal sent to kill Gordon, shenanigans will ensue

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milimeters-morales · 1 month

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i need to collect more photos of him dressed unusually

#the mosquitoes are eating me ALIVE right now #steal his look. i ♥️ (state he doesn’t live in) shirt. baggy pants. old socks. slippers. big ass traveling backpack. katana that powers up.#not tagging

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mrfisherot · 8 months

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#i ran out of content #i need to post pikmin memes now ♥️♥️#live laugh love pikmin #themrfisherotexperience #pre made fish post #pikmin #shitpost

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firstroseofspring · 2 months

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exploring klingon ridge variation!

#star trek #my art #klingons #in my head in small enough towns people can identify members of a certain house by the ridges #klingon voice eyes that cut like steel and ridges that look to the skies.... surely you are a son of d'kar #is sirella wearing a princess bubblegum crown yes. did i draw b'elanna twice in a giddy stupor yes. does ch'rega look like some kind #of 2000s magical girl. also yes SORRY its all i got ok its honest work #respectfully i know the ridges have kind of a formula to them but i think they should get freaky with it #also i like to think they call it fire blossom cause when it blooms it smells like smoke everywhere. so unsafe. yay ♥️#miral when b'elanna's playing with live wires for the latest attempt to handcraft an android: smells like home <3 :)#i'll never let go of little mad scientist b'elanna #also i can never decide how i wanna draw b'elanna and specifically her hair curly wavy straightened bangs no bangs? side bangs? who knows..#someguy with a gun: quickly what does b'elanna look like #me: just shoot i can't do this

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godofhonse · 8 months

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I finally actually started reading the comics and after a brief mental breakdown (comics are really expensive and so is college) where I remembered that piracy was a thing again. I started reading the 2000s Batgirl run with Cassandra AND IT IS SO GOOD??? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS????? cass is literally The Best. Would do anything she asked me to including but not limited to murder, suicide, war crimes, etc

#her♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️#cassandra cain #batgirl #black bat #dc comics #also i know the like inly interaction with dick she has in that run was throwing him through a wall but i think they should team up more #they should be besties #ALSO I FINALLY GET CASS AND STEPH #BRO THEY ARE SO SAPHIC #cass be like kisses boy has intense philosophical discussion with the steph in her brain #about living and worth where steph literally princess carries her

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steelycunt · 3 months

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however bad things get it’s like well at least i have a long denim skirt now. i’m a guy who owns a long denim skirt. so that’s something to get up for

#had to have it altered bc it was way too long for me lol but now it’s fixed…she’s gorgeous. she elevates every outfit…been pairing her with #a fleece a lot she looks so good. i may have nowhere to live for my final year of university but a denim skirt well I’ve got that sorted ♥️

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sapphicflower-ao3 · 7 months

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everytime i think abt the fact that we create and participate in fanmade zines, share our headcanons with each other, reblog each other’s posts abt our shared fave characters, and evoke all these feelings in each other through our writing/art/commentary/friendship even though 99% of us will never get to meet each other irl, i get….. weirdly emotional

#rani’s rambles #this is a COMMUNITY…..#teds baby you are no longer a part of that 99% for me 🤓♥️#no but fr i think of this a lot like we’re really all just going about our busy lives and then logging on to reblog gay kissing #and then telling OP of the gay kiss creation that we love them and thank you and we could just kiss you rn and etc #it’s. really cute. to me. idk.

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mechieonu · 4 months

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the trope is: utterly devoted secretary