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chichiricatsan · 8 months
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Abby blesses us with a rare blep.
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Oh my god it just hit me.
The day after Mickey came out Svetlana was still trying to win him over. Hence the strap on and offering to fuck him with it. I got that.
But also. And I just got this today. Her hair. She dyed it red. Like Ian's. SHE WAS TRYING TO RESEMBLE IAN SO MICKEY WOULD LOVE HER.
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Look at her, it's like exactly the same shade of red. Man, Svetlana was just as much a victim of the circumstances as Mickey was. All she wanted was for the baby to grow up with decent parents. They really did her dirty.
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mitarashiko · 2 years
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tizniz · 3 months
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@diazsdimples was struggling with barber shop au for Buddie and there were some things I came up with and wanted to share because he figured out his own.
-Eddie is terrified of going to a new barber because he liked the one he had. But the man had finally given into retirement like his wife had been nagging him to do for the last ten years. And then promptly moved to Florida, so Eddie couldn't even swindle getting it done at home.
-Abuela and Tia Pepa get after him for not getting a haircut. Calling him descuidado and demanding he go and get a haircut because that is not their Eddito. And we know this man would do anything for those two women, so naturally he goes to the place Tia Pepa recommends
-Bobby owns and runs it; Buck is a barber; Hen is a stylist for others; and Chim is the sassy receptionist. Ravi is there too -- he's one of their frequent delivery people.
-The first time Buck washes Eddie's hair, he nearly moans. Because Buck's fingers are something else and he's grateful for the cape that is covering him because his pants are a little tight.
-Buck rambles on the entire time as he cuts and styles Eddie's hair. It distracts Eddie and he forgets about being nervous.
-Chim slips Buck's number to Eddie on his receipt with a knowing smirk at the end. Eddie flushes and pockets his receipt quickly.
-Tells Abuela and Tia Pepa that the new place isn't half bad.
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jonquilandlace · 1 month
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So,,, so Claire's has,,,
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... . . .
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*LESBIAN WATER BOTTLE*
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blondiesdomain · 1 year
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ash5monster01 · 26 days
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wasn’t tagged, just experiencing fomo 😅
rules: go to pinterest, type [your name] + core to show your aesthetic then post the first 6 images.
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no pressure tags <3 : @octaviasdread @mayfieldss @desire-mona @s4g1ttarius @paigewinchester67 & whoever else wants to participate:))
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materialtintin · 1 year
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so. I wrote a haddotin drabble solely based on this image n I couldnt decide where to post it but I'm gonna put it under read more here and then maybe move it to ao3 later on. Enjoy some spring fluff!
Tintin In Pink
Haddotin fluff, 1K, Tintin gets a new sweater and it ignites what they should have seen coming a long time ago.
The image came to Haddock like he was in a dream. He knew rationally that it couldn't be, since he had just woken barely an hour ago to the chirping of magpies beginning to nest in the rose bushes below his bedroom window. But as he stepped out onto the circle beneath the looming entrance of his chateau, the retired sea captain was greeted by a vision that blossomed before him as if he was seeing with color for the first time. In some ways, he was seeing one color in particular with new eyes. 
Tintin was kneeled just beyond the pavement of the driveway, having parked further down, and was just about to enter Marlinspike at his usual time on the weekends. He and the Captain had begun visiting each other most weekends when they lived only a few blocks from one another in Brussels, and the routine only seemed to lengthen with each visit now that the gorgeous grounds of the estate was solely theirs to wander for hours. Sometimes their visits led to more adventures that put them far off across the world, but often it's only result was an afternoon and night completely gone by with laughter and music and easy conversation. 
There, ruffling the fur of his companion as Milou looked captivated by the sprinkling of blossoms in the air, was Tintin in a brand new baby pink sweater. Perhaps ‘new’ wasn't the proper term, as it was in the exact style as his other more commonly seen jumper, but the softness of the scene before him paired with the shock of seeing Tintin in something other than his usual blue stirred something deep within Haddocks heart. He adored the ginger journalist, more than he had ever felt admiration or appreciation for anyone else, and at this point it would be a slight against Tintin's investigative genius to think the lad wasn't aware of the fact. Haddock wore his heart on his sleeve, and now on his face as his cheeks flushed to a similar shade as the sweater once Tintin finally looked up and flashed Haddock with an open, carefree smile. He rose and walked up to where the captain still stood frozen on the front steps, with Milou following patiently at his heels, 
“Good morning Captain! I hope you've been well.”
“Aye, Tintin… you look bonny in that new getup, if I say so myself”
Then it was Tintins turn to blush. His eyes widened and color tipped the tops of his ears, as he met the Captain's gaze and then quickly looked away.
“Thank you, Captain. I wanted to try something new.. I suppose its been to my benefit?”
 He moved to push on the double doors of Marlinspike, but was stopped by a large, calloused hand lightly latching on to his upper arm. He turned to face the Captain again to quip about spring fever getting to both of them, only to see Haddock earnestly gawking at both Tintin's face and back to the sweater. Of course Tintin had picked up the pink jumper with the thought of the Captain's reaction to it in the forefront of his mind, but had only expected the sailor to be surprised, or to perhaps rib him a bit about getting out of his comfort zone. Now it was the Captain who seemed completely like a fish out of water, struggling to contort his mouth into any words that encapsulated what a beautiful sight the young reporter was to him. 
“Yer like a fresh spring morning, lad. I thought I might… well, I… “
“Oh please, you're flattering me too much! Its just a-”
In a flash, the Captain swept an arm around Tintin's waist, pulling him into an embrace where their sides were fully pressed together. Haddock was still fumbling with words, trying to explain what was in his mind and why his body was reacting faster than it, but Tintin saw more in his swimming eyes and flushed face than any combinations of the older mans colorful vocabulary could express. 
“I think you look quite dashing yourself, you old so-and-so.” Tintin said, now with an embarrassed grin pulling his features. The Captain smiled back, though he struggled to form any more coherent thoughts now that his and Tintins faces were so close. He could see the individual freckles across the bridge of the reporter's nose, the hint of darkness below his eyes belying the constant spring in his step. The Captain thought of the days and nights they spent together, all the times he'd seen Tintins expressions flow between joy and stoicism, rage and exhaustion, but the Captain couldn't ever recall seeing the glow in the ginger's crystal blue eyes so close, and so raw. 
“Blistering.. typhoons, Tintin. Before we go in, I just wanted to-”
The Captain was interrupted by a pair of soft lips touching his own, softly first with hesitation, and then firm as Tintin felt the Captain begin to respond. The ginger let a puff of air out through his nostrils, suddenly melting into the embrace with the Captain and reaching his arms around the taller mans shoulders for support. Haddocks hands went to the lads waist, as their kiss deepend and the wind scattered white blossoms across the pavement and through the air where they stood. The world filled with all of its dangers and misadventures dissipated, and like a key turning into its lock for the first time, the duo felt the summation of all of their perils and tribulations come to this kiss, the gentlest and most fulfilling moment after surpassing countless dangers. It was as if they had been kissing for the past 100 years, in every former life, and had simply forgotten. 
Milou yipped at their feet, excited by the breeze and swirling patterns of blossoms and leaves, and the happiness radiating off his two companions. When Tintin and the Captain finally broke away from each other, they sported a pair of dopey grins. Tintins eyes flit from his Captains face to the spring wonderland around them, watching the large trees around the front of the chateau shake with the light breeze. They held each other in comfortable silence for a few moments, before Haddock slipped his hand down from where it rested at the small of Tintins back to reach for his hand, feeling Tintins smaller hand squeeze his in reassurance. 
“Lets head inside, lad. I had plans for the afternoon, but it seems like I completely forgot them.” the Captain murmured into the ginger's temple, leaving a kiss beside Tintins quiff and squeezing his hand back. Tintin chuckled, turning to push on the entrance doors once again, 
“Oh, I’m sure we'll come up with something. We -oh! Oh, hello Nestor.” 
The stoic butler stood a few feet away from the pair, holding the chateau door slightly ajar and giving both of them a look that could only be described as unamused. He cleared his throat and nodded to Tintins greeting before facing the Captain, 
“There’s tea and aperitifs laid out in the main study, but I’d be happy to bring them to the porch if that would be more convenient. It seems to be a lovely day outside.” he replied tonelessly, glancing down at the pairs hands still intertwined before regaining composure and looking at the beet red face of the Captain. The ghost of a smirk played at the butlers lips, but he turned and disappeared into the house before even hearing the Captain's spluttering response about the study being just fine. Tintins twinkling laugh echoed into the front room with the soft thumps of two pairs of feet and four furry legs walking through the halls, the flash of pink color that sparked something new flitting past the windows, with one hand still linked tightly with another.
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cassieuncaged · 4 months
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If you change your mind, I’m the first in line…
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ghost-with-tie · 5 months
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I know it´s a little dramatic but I needed something like that. It was very meditative to draw as well. The colours look a little meh but it could be worse I guess. I like my pictures to be rainbow barf anyways.
OC is Amadeus. But who is the hand calming him? Nobody knows. Nobody knows, but him...
Version without the light source:
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Do I like it better? Yes? No? Indecisive?
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ceofjohnlennon · 2 years
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"If you feel something for someone, just say it."
ㅡ Paul McCartney at his first show in Seattle on May, 3, 2022 after singing "Here Today", which is the song he openly wrote for John Lennon. Before playing the song on his new tour "Got Back", he always says how in Liverpool he grew up not knowing how to talk about what he felt and that even though he loved The Beatles, John, he never said that to them. At the same day of the quote, he also said that "Here Today" is a letter to John that he never sent.
Pictures: John Lennon and Paul McCartney playing "Get Back" at the rooftop concert on January, 30, 1969 & Paul McCartney playing "I've Got A Feeling" on April, 28, 2022 with John Lennon's rooftop scenes edited personally by Peter Jackson for them to sing together after Paul saying he wanted to play with John again - somehow.
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twicethetrouble · 3 months
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Perry learned a new trick this evening! and he's very proud of himself for it. : )
(Murry was confused, but he figured out how too about an hour later lol.)
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scramble-eg · 1 year
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someone did a genocide lol
snas for the soul
also happy holiday and happy krismas
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keithle · 10 months
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i love arthur so much, he’s truly a babygirl BUT THE GIF I CHOSE WASN’T GOOD IN COMPARISON
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wildwitchofthewest · 3 months
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So for fun, I created a pentacle necklace
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To make it, I got some white elastic string and wrapped it around a keychain ring. I made sure to get it into a star formation. (You’re going to have to go above and under the ring) Once I was done, I knotted it at the top.
It can be a bit tricky, but it can be done.
Then I got a long necklace chain and looped it into the part with the knott.
Tada, you got a pentacle necklace.
I also made a singular pentacle too.
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You could wear it as a necklace, maybe even a bracelet during spellwork, or use it as a bookmark for witchy books if you attach it to a singular string. You could also place it on your altar.
The results are dependent on what you want to do with it.
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ohmuqueen · 7 months
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@youridolsidol pole dancing + kpop solidarity
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