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inksolate · 10 months

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Bad just said he could imagine saying "Beg, Foolish, beg for mercy" if Foosh got downed. After the whole ordeal with Cucurucho on a leash a while back this doesn't surprise me. You can't hide the sadism Bad /j

#qsmp #qsmp live blogging #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp foolish #um chile anyways so-

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tonymarias · 6 months

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this sends me every time maria didn’t give a FUCK

#maria: um chile anyways where’s my autistic Jewish boy at!#west side story #tony x maria #video #west side story 2021 #mine: wss #wss 2021

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colouroflust · 2 months

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currently dreaming about how he'd sound desperately trying not to cum just yet. hearing phrases like

"i cant stop, i cant help myself. i need to- fuck"

once he said something like "what are you doing to me? this feels so good-" and i never go long without thinking about it.

that hint of corruption and obsession while we both know he's really still the one in charge, just maybe not fully in control 😵‍💫😵‍💫

#i wanna feel like he's loosing control like he's giving in like he cant physicly bring himself to stop #um chile anyways #me silly thoughts #him <3 #n/s/f/t #nsft #wet and needy #pls pls pls #hornyposting #need him like this

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stylesharrys · 8 days

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The older Harry gets the more you can tell he’s sniffed a lot of coke in his time. Look at the size of his nostrils 🌑🌑

#um anyway chile #tw cocaine

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starzalign · 10 months

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So…I have a lot to say about ‘The Bear’ S2 Finale but imma keep it sweet & simple.

Claire saying ‘I love you’ was….unexpected I watched every scene that they were in together, and still didn’t expect that😭nothing about them had chemistry enough to be IN love. There was more weight behind read text messages on Marcus’s phone, than that ‘love’ scene. I did scream ‘NOOOOO’ though so that counts for something💀

Carmy locking himself in a fridge, that he was supposed to fix weeks ago was an amazing metaphor. Sydney, my love, any W’s she takes is a win for me as well. That’s my bby and even when she’s wrong she’s not wrong🫶🏾

Everything else was lovely though & I cant wait for Season 3!!!

#Carmy was genuinely tweakin though and I think he started to feel the gravity of his absence & how ‘useless’ he’s been #whichhh is kinda true but all he needs to do is learn how to balance work and his personal life #and get mega therapy #um richie being a shooter for claire wasn’t set up well enough be I was like ??? the entire time #not even 4 episodes ago he was talking about how hot she is n how Carmy should hit that but now all the sudden he’s her savior???#chile anyway I also hope syd just threw up bc of nerves 😄 let it be anything else n I might go crazy #sydnation we rise & WE WON ‼️‼️🦅#starzalign #the bear hulu #sydney adamu #carmy the bear #sydcarmy #we shall overcome !!!

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deathsweetblossoms · 7 months

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The Scarlet Veil has left me feeling a type of odd way and I have some rapid fire SPOILERS under the cut

Célie’s goodness was really starting to grate on my nerves by the end of the novel. I know we saw very subtle indications that she isn’t as sweet as we think she is but it wasn’t enough. If the next book is her POV of having to adjust to life as one of the monsters she spent most of this book being disgusted by, I will be 100% on board.

That being said, obviously the melusine’s prophecy was Mihal/Célie endgame and that he turns her into a vampire.

I am a Dimitri apologist until the end. He is an unwilling victim of circumstance. Like, it’s not his fault and he deserves redemption.

The ending is so wildly all over the place. Mahurin really left us in the biggest mess possible…

I don’t see how this could possibly have a second book WITHOUT Célie being a vampire. Her being a ghost doesn’t have the same narrative appeal, since she is still beginning her journey with lust and love and understanding what she wants. I wonder if she will try to fight against being a vampire, if it will cause a rift with her and Mihal..

That epilogue. I’ve been wondering who the big bad would end up being for book 2, so is it in fact Fillipa?? What is she exactly since she can feel nothing? Undead? Is her baby undead? Will she go head to head with Célie now?

#anyways chile um #I feel like I can’t recommend this until I finish the series #you know?#even with serpent and dove I can say I love the first book and think it can stand alone #the scarlet veil #Celie tremblay

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angel-bubbles · 2 years

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a glimpse

listening to 'glimpse of us' by joji and had this pop into my head, hence, ' a glimpse' :) ALSO this is my first time writing angsty stuff and having to actually use tags so plsplspls tell me if i missed anything <3

tags: major character death, grief, (implied) mental health struggles, overall angst, hurt/no comfort

The last couple months have been foggy and confusing for them to say the least. Having to fight for the right to their own memories and now constantly hiding from a department they aren’t even supposed to know about. Having to grieve the loss of the one person they feared losing most, followed directly by the loss of everyone else.

angel's life without david

Angel started the day with an ache in their chest that they couldn’t quite push away. A longing for someone they couldn’t have. The feeling pushed a heavy sigh out of their lungs as they dragged their legs through their morning routine. Most mornings they let their brain wander, having no energy to keep it from doing so.

Glancing at the bed they could see the divot in the mattress where they were meant to find David. His pillow sat in the middle of it,trying to fill the space that shouldn’t have been empty in the first place. No matter how they would lay, Angel always found themself waking up with their head resting on the worn in pillow case, searching for him even fast asleep. The pillow wasn’t warm like him, wasn’t firm like him, it hardly even smelled like him anymore. But it was all they had left.

The two were laying on the couch, pressed close. Angel could hear David’s heartbeat, it was strong and steady, inviting them to nuzzle closer into him before he spoke.

“You’re clingy, you know that?”

“Mm, I’ve never heard you complaining.” Their voice was fuzzy and jumbled from the sleep dancing around their brain but they lifted their head to meet his gaze.

“I never said I didn’t like it, you little snot.” The stern furrow of his brow and his disapproving tone would convince anyone else that he was upset. But Angel saw the glint in his eye along with the upward tilt to his lips and they found themselves beaming back at him, eyes squinty and filled with happiness.

“You should be thanking me ya know, me and my ‘furnace of a body’ as you like to put it, are keeping you nice and warm.” They said as they plopped their head back onto him. David scoffed a little but Angel felt his arms tighten around them.

“You are a walking furnace, I’m not entirely convinced you aren’t actually a fire elemental.” Angel smiled to themselves as they stayed buried into his chest, their sleep dragging them away.

“I just feel safe with you.” Angel whispered, “There’s a sort of safety of waking up in your arms every day. I like it.”

Doing simple tasks became harder, not for increase in difficulty, but for the lack of his presence. They brushed their teeth alone now, there was no chance for coffee to be waiting in the pot, no one to listen to them bitch about going into work just for the sake of bitching.

Now, as they’re running late for the twelfth day in a row they can’t help but long for him to just be here. Even if no words left his mouth the mere presence of him would wake their tired brain.

As they stumbled messily towards the door they spun around and stared at the empty house he left them, feeling their heart squeeze. They had built this house into a home together, and he had left a piece of him sewn into every seam.

They let their eyes settle on a small picture hanging crookedly across the room, something he no doubt would have fixed before they could notice if he were here, and stared at the rare smile on his face.

“Love you Davey. I’ll be home soon.” They said softly, plucking their keys off the hook on the wall. There was no reply as they carefully shut the door behind them.

“I told you this would happen.” David said as he helped Angel dig around their living room. “If you put them in the same spot we wouldn’t be having this issue.” Angel groaned as they shoved their arm into the depths of the couch shooting him a mock glare but saying nothing. They wiggled their hand around for a few minutes before it finally grazed across the metal of their key ring.

Yanking the ring out of the woodworks of their couch, Angel dangled the keys on their finger with a proud smile on their face. “I knew they would be in here.” The pride that came off them in waves caused David to snort a small laugh.

“Uh huh, of course you did you mess. Now leave before you’re even later than you already are.” The words pulled a few curses out of Angel’s mouth as they hurried to grab their things. When they tried pushing past David to get to the door he grabbed their arm bringing them to a stop.

“Forgetting something?” His quirked eyebrow pulled a smile to Angel’s lips as they carefully adjusted their bag onto their shoulder.

“Love you.” Angel said softly as they leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. The kiss lasted longer than most of their goodbye kisses and Angel groaned as they pulled away. “But seriously they’re gonna have my ass if I don’t leave.” David hummed and turned them around, gently nudging them towards the door. Angel felt his hand hit their butt as they hurried away and they threw a glare over their shoulder just to see a smug grin on his face.

“Love you, Angel. Drive safe.” His words caused them to throw a thumbs up over their head before they quickly shut the door behind them.

On their drive to work they found focusing hard, which was frustrating to no end. Their brain kept drifting to David, and their headache seemed to be blossoming into a migraine at this point. They couldn’t stop thinking about how they weren’t even supposed to remember. The department ordering for memory modification 3 days after David died.

The look in Asher’s eyes as they begged him to find a way was something they couldn't scrub from their memory. Crying on his couch while his mate held them and Asher just stared, wide eyes filled with so much more pain than they ever hoped to see in them again. Brand new alpha faced with his first task, and it's a seemingly impossible one at that.

But he found a way. Pulling strings and finding out that Milo’s mate knew people at the department that were willing to lie for them, so long as they made it believable. The agreed upon story was that the memory modification solely removed magical elements from their memory, something Angel wasn’t entirely against if it needed to be done.

When the department persisted in their desire for a total reconfiguration and removal of any memories regarding the pack and David, however, Angel couldn’t keep contact. They purchased an apartment across town and sold their house to Asher to make it seem like they had forgotten their life there.

Making it believable was hard, DUMP is always three steps ahead and Angel knew that coming back to the house every night was risky. They knew that they should split their time more evenly, but the thought of leaving any more of David behind made it hard to breathe.

They couldn’t contact any of the pack anymore for the safety of everyone. Asher would visit the house a lot in the beginning and if they weren’t home he would leave notes on the kitchen table. For a month or two they communicated that way but as time went on he stopped coming by as often, being a new alpha tends to take up your time.

Angel walked in to see David sitting on the couch, head bent down into his hands as he roughly ran his fingers through his hair. His body was rigid and they found themself bending down in front of him, meeting his eyes with concern.

“What’s on your mind, love?” The words were soft but the groan they elicited was loud and frustrated.

“I wish Ash had a little more faith in his abilities. I didn’t choose him just because he’s my best friend, I chose him because if anything ever happens to me I know-”

“Don’t even say that David.” At the interruption his eyes glanced up to meet theirs again and they softened almost immediately.

“If something happens to me, I know he’ll take care of our family.”

They hit every red light on their route which was causing their frustration to bubble to the surface and forcing tears to sting at their eyes. As they sat at the final turn they let their eyes wander, trying to find something to distract them from the lecture they had waiting for them. Their boss was understanding when they had briefly explained “death in the family” months ago. But the longer their absences and tardiness persist the less forgiving she became. It wasn’t that Angel felt the frustration from their boss was uncalled for, it was that they didn’t know how to get back to normal. Their eyes glossed over while they waited for the light to finally turn green. But, as they blankly stared at their surroundings they noticed the license plate in front of them.

‘MY ANG3L’

“Why do you call me Angel?” They were sitting on the counter swinging their feet as they watched David rush around them, cooking some complicated dish for him and his mate. But upon hearing the question his ears tinted pink and Angel smiled as they watched him shoot a confused glance their way.

“What? Why are we talking about this?”

“For someone who hates sweet romantic shit so much, Angel is a pretty cheesy term of endearment.” David’s face fell into a glare but his ears got a tinge more red as he turned away from them, putting all his focus onto the food.

“If you’re gonna make a big deal out of it I’ll stop-”

“No!” Angel quickly interrupted him, this time feeling their own face warm up as he looked at them with a smirk. The two had a small staring contest, David wearing his cocky grin daring them to turn away first before Angel groaned and slightly shoved him by the shoulder. “Go back to making dinner, you jerk.” David’s laugh echoed around them and they felt their heart warm up. His laugh was loud and full and something they wished they could listen to all day. Even if it was at their own expense.

He never answered the question then, why he called them Angel. It was forgotten in their usual banter and him dragging them off the counter top and down to help him finish cooking.

They heard the honking of the car behind them before they felt the tears on their cheeks. They hated this, whatever it was. The pain of their headache had increased tenfold as they pulled into the parking lot of their office building and let the tears overtake them.

Their head hurt, their heart hurt, and they longed for a life they couldn’t get back. Their forehead connected with the steering wheel as they cried and watched the time tick by, the lecture from their boss looming over them.

“I- I’m so sorry.” Milo said softly, his usually strong sarcastic tone broken and frail. The shock kept the tears at bay but they felt their knees wobbling as they carefully sunk their body to the ground.

“Milo please tell me he’s okay. Please.” He had to be okay. It wasn’t an option for him to be anything but okay. Milo dropped into their vision, his cheeks wet with tears racing down them and the reality hit Angel, tearing their heart into a million pieces and scattering them in the wind. The despair in Milo’s eyes no doubt was mirroring their own. He was gone.

Angel groaned at the memory and quickly pulled out their phone, using it as a small mirror to aggressively wipe their cheeks, trying their best to look presentable. Their eyes were puffy and red, their hair was less than professional and the bags under their eyes were deep set and dark.

Upon seeing their appearance their boss didn’t even lecture them, instead sending them to work from home with eyes full of sympathy. The notion had made their lip quiver and as they watched their boss's eyes deepen with sadness they kicked themself.

“If you need anything you can always talk to me ya know.” She said softly, which caused Angel to quickly nod their head.

“Yeah, yeah of course thank you. And I’m sorry about all this.” Their boss shook her head and waved off the apology before leaning forward on the desk and crossing her arms in front of her.

“Just, be safe out there alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Their voice was raw and they quickly hurried out to their car, the pain in their chest hot and sharp.

“Davey?” They said softly looking up into his dark eyes. He hummed, looking down at them while tracing small circles on their hips where his hands had fallen. “Be safe.”

“I always am Angel. Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you tonight.” He placed a small kiss on their forehead before tucking them under his chin. They were safe with each other. The two of them together, it felt like they could take on the world. Angel never wanted him to leave, they wanted to beg him to stay in their bubble of safety and love. But he had to go.

“I love you.” Angel leaned up and placed a small kiss on his lips and his hand came up, gently cradling their cheek.

“I love you too.”

What a beautifully tragic set of last words.

#heed the tags!!#and if i missed any pls lmk #also feedback is def appreciated!!!#redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asmr #my writing <3 #um chile anyways so #i rewrote this entire thing like 6 times #so many docs with different drafts #this one was titled 'a glimpse; final fucking take idc'#i of course had to throw in my usual sweet stuff that arguably makes it more painful but ya know #i'm very proud of this though #usually when a fic fights me this hard i give up but i didn't!#and im happy with it!#wins >:3

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pussystigmata · 5 months

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oh thats not...

#um. chile anyway so #who invited the hindu nationalists #please be quiet fr...

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rennebenne · 1 year

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“I can be your supermodel if you believe”🪄

I haven’t posted on here in forever Heyy<3

#fypシ #abcxyz #art heaux #aesthetic #um #Chile #anyways #the dolls #🏳️‍⚧️#blackgirlsrock

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idkwhatimdoingbutpersonal · 1 year

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Ummmm it’s a trend to hate CoHo now because whenever something or someone becomes very popular, a hate train follows it.

I don’t like CoHo and even occasionally feel myself becoming a little anti-CoHo, but I need everyone to think and analyse critically and logically.

I’ve never read any of her books, but I’m aware of them (very hard not to be). It Ends With Us doesn’t romanticize abuse (from what I know). The real issue with It Ends With Us isn’t necessarily the content or the writing (even though I’ve heard of 15 yo Lilly x 18 yo Atlas???). CoHo’s real issue is her marketing.

Why are all of her books marketed as romance to teenagers and young adults when so many of them are just… not those?

It Ends With Us is her hardest book to criticize because she was very close to actually doing it right.

But then there’s Ugly Love, November 9 and Slammed that really need to be looked at and addressed because… huh?

Again, I haven’t read any of these books, but from what I hear and what I know, this marketing is all wrong. Everyone, say on Tiktok, presents these books as beautiful and complicated love stories which is why so many people believe that CoHo romanticizes abuse in It Ends With Us.

Her including toxic behaviours is never the issue, but more so hardly addressing how they’re wrong is (plus, again, booktok gaslighting the masses into believing these are complex love stories and her running with it).

CoHo deserves so badly to be criticized, but I think we have to remember what’s constructive and analytical and what’s truly just not well thought out hate.

#disclaimer: I don’t actually like Colleen Hoover all that much #not my kind of writer and a little odd how she’s praised like she’s the next Shakespeare #but for the people who want to critique Colleen: remember your facts so that people don’t dismiss your opinions on coho #also address her lack of representation???#coho isn’t the greatest writer #she doesn’t have to be #but she also doesn’t need to frame stories like slammed to be romantic and slightly heroic #also some ways she writes about women is a bit weird #also……. big balls??? um chile anyways #(context if you don’t know: slammed is a teacher x student relationship)#anti coho #coho #it ends with us #November 9 #slammed #ugly love #colleen hover

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kn11ves · 8 months

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people overestimate how much spices are put in mexican cooking. its truly not that many. maybe a few herbs for caldos here and there, salt pepper ......................... we genuinely dont use that much. i mean i use garlic salt but its garlic salt. its just garlic garlic isnt a spice. most of the heat comes from chiles. of which we only use like 5 types regularly. maybe for some special dishes we need different spices like cinnamon or smthn but thats if youre making mole sauce which most of us would just buy the glass container from the store. indians actually use a lot more spices than mexicans even tho our foods r usually called super spicy we get heat from different places

#forgive me indians if im wrong u can throw eggs at me #but anyway its just im very upset watching great british bake off mexican week (MY OWN FAULT) like what the fuck are you DOING😭#good mexican food fr doesnt even need that much spice. i can fry a unseasoned thin piece of beef and pair it with red rice and ohhhh my god #and the only spices in red rice is. s. salt. does buillon count? Buillon that we do use a lot certainly. Buillon. its just tomato onions #garlic buillon Da Rice oil 2 fry Da Rice.................. i mean sometimes a serrano chile laying on top..........literaly idk its not #much #this could entirely be biased tho. my family is from michoacan and um they certainly did not have that many spices at the ranch #but it is central mexico at the same time soo idk #just trust me. my food tastes good. my whiteboy roomatebestie says so

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as-if-you-could-outrun-me · 1 year

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why tf are so many porn bots following me- like dude this is a twilight blog,,, yk the series with the 108 year-old VIRGIN??!????

#um chile anyways #someone pls tell me how to get rid of them #the majority of my followers are them #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #twilight meme #the twilight saga #wtf tumblr #tumblr bots

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jmitchelldraws · 11 months

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