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pinchinschlimbah · 8 months

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Some highly impressionistic photos taken by me during MCR's set at Bamboozle 2007, in the midst of probably the most intense crowd surge I've ever experienced

#mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #ray toro #the black parade #bamboozle #my photos #I'll have some actual good photos from other shows to share soon #those just take longer to edit haha

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raytorosaurus · 2 years

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2012 / 2022. same guys same shirt but everything is different now :)

#the context of the first picture was ray trying to coax a smile out of gerard before wttbp at their last ever show btw :))))#i just wanna know if ray remembers wearing that shirt at that show lol #i would have thought no but after the phone charger thing who knows aksmdnfng #ray toro #gerard way #kids from yesterday #bamboozle #la 2 #sl #**

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smeagles · 1 year

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Bamboozle 2012

#gerard way #mikey way #frank iero #ray toro #my chemical romance #mcr #danger days era #bamboozle #bamboozle 2012 #mcr bamboozle #mcr bamboozle 2012 #mcr asbury park #mcr asbury park 2012 #my post

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catfindr · 1 year

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#petfinder #catfinder #cat #kitten #kitty #bonded pair #cattywampus #bamboozle #wi #wisconsin #📍

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smosen · 1 year

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me scoped in on the enemy fusehound team while theyre making out on the other side of the map

#apex legends #bloodhound #walter fitzroy #fusehound #im being so brave in posting this #anyway they are SO cringe but. some of their voicelines are like #in front of my salad bro??? really?? were fucking dying stop FLIRTING #bamboozle #also bloodhound is into dilfs good for them <3

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sixbucks · 3 months

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One of the saddest lessons of history is this:

If we’ve been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle.

We’re no longer interested in finding out the.

The bamboozle has captured us.

It’s simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we’ve been taken.

Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.

~Carl Sagan

#bamboozle #alternative facts

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clay-mations · 3 months

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2024 Mirage was a slay

#art #drawing #doodle #my art #admin art #digital art #sketch #open commissions #mirage #mirage apex legends #apex #apex legends #video games #bamboozle #holographic trickster

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toddycats · 1 year

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@squisheebugdoodles I MADE THE CAT-ERPILLAR!!!!!

His name is Bamboozle (Boo for short).

#my art #bamboozle #furry #furry art #safe fur work #sfw furry #furry artwork #furry fandom #feral

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sonofajokester · 1 year

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My pretty boy <3

#mirage #apex legends #apex mirage #elliott witt #bamboozled #bamboozle

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zitasaurusrex · 4 months

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what if i read foundation next?

#bamboozle #i'm already like 3 chapters into foundation

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bamboo-witch · 11 months

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Hi! Hit a bit of a snag. Juggling finding work and finishing my degree. Can you help a disabled witch out? I’m doing tarot spreads, $5-$20.

☀️$5 - 3 card spread ☀️$10 - 5 card spread ☀️$15 - Second question ☀️$20 - Two - 5 card spreads. 🎍IG: rage_oh_muse 🎍Main Tumblr: walking-talking-encyclopedia 🎍Occult Tumblr: bamboo-witch 🌻v.e.n.m.o: bamboo-cc

#disabled #disabled witch #pay my rent #pay my bills #tarot #tarot reading #cartomancy #divination #medium #bamboozle #occult #help #green witch #pagan witch #pagan #capitalism is hell #capitalist hell #capitalist bullshit

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Smoke and mirrors

@lathalea @fizzyxcustard

So...here's my contribution to your amazing event...

Words: 1.2 k

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected intercourse, Mature, blood

Character : Francis x OC

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Quote: Did we make a mistake?

“Are you sure you can pull it off?” Her boss stared her down mercilessly, but she – a woman with many names and just as many faces – met his gaze unflinchingly while his secretary stood motionless like a stone golem in the corner, just watching her get dressed.

“He is a murderer,” he warned her as if she was not very much aware of it, “and Lecter did a trick on him.”

Shrugging lazily as she smoothed down the silly little sundress, she held his intense stare a little longer just to prove that she was not afraid.

“You want him for your collection, don’t you?” The purr was low and sensual, vibrating in her fragile white throat around which a butterfly necklace – containing a hidden microphone –was clasped.

“I do,” he admitted darkly, rubbing his sweaty palms nervously, “and I’ll pay a good price for him.”

“Give me 24 hours,” she chuckled, gave the necklace a playful tap, and left in a cloud of sweet perfume.

Dolarhyde, she thought as she parked the sleek, black car behind some bushes, child’s play.

Traumatised child who hadn’t been loved well enough, insecure adult who was pathologically jealous of those who were…she would have him eating out of her hand in no time.

When – after generously smearing mud and blood across her dress – she let her fist fall weakly against the rotten wood of the door leading into a tiny cabin, she schooled her face into an expression of distraught panic and distress.

It took some time for the man – taller than expected and marred by angry, red scars – to peep out of the barely opened door.

“Sir,” she whimpered, “I was attacked, please help me, please!”

As expected, the pitch and volume of her voice – he certainly wouldn’t want to attract any attention to his being here – made him throw open the door further and drag her inside; she knew – having studied his file extensively – that he would not react favourably to a femme fatale which was why she had chosen the ‘frightened little girl’ for this mission and it seemed to work.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Anne,” she whispered; her name was nowhere near Anne, but for tonight, she would be just that: Anne, the orphan, who had gotten on the wrong bus and who had – conveniently – been robbed of all identifying documents in the process.

He averted his gaze, eager to withdraw from the weak light of the streetlamps filtering through the dirty windows.

“Can I just rest here for a moment?” she asked sweetly.

“No, I don’t want you here!”

Evidently every single person in the world was an enemy to him; she could agree on that part, but – unlike him – she had chosen the world to be her enemy. She was young, she was beautiful, and she was ruthless; the world – rotten as it was – lay at her feet, men stumbled over themselves to hang on her lips, and she savoured every second of it.

Life had dealt her a more than favourable deal and yet, more was never enough and hence, everyone she met was either a potential victim or a future enemy; she was curious to find out into which category the big brute staring at her with a mix of apprehension and concupiscence would fall.

“Oh please,” she begged, turning her huge, wet, pleading eyes on him; if she had been less of a professional, she might have licked her lips at the sight of so much twitching vulnerability swaddled in firm albeit bruised flesh.

His face was still screaming his discomfort and rejection, so she decided to up the ante, taking a few tottering steps towards him and throwing her arms like silken ropes around his neck.

He stiffened.

“Please,” she repeated, inwardly grinning when his eyes wandered to her mouth – her lips invitingly parted – and then snapped back to her innocent eyes, “just for a bit?”

Here it comes, she thought only moments before his lips bore down on her clumsily, his own hands tightening into fists at he back of her dress until she could feel it rip at the seams.

Far from being ugly despite the birth defect, Francis was almost a welcome change in her routine of questionable moral decisions and so – on a whim – she truly pondered if she should go through with it; sex was like outright murder to her, best avoided because of the consequences but – there was no way around it – the easiest way of getting good results fast.

Her shocked gasp didn’t sound quite as genuine as she would have liked it to be, but he was beyond caring now, tearing her dress apart and running his palms feverishly over the nubile flesh thus exposed.

“Mister,” she groaned – delighted with the small hitch that made her voice skip – but didn’t try to extricate herself; Francis loved being in control and the fact that she fit perfectly in his toned arms was not lost on either one of them.

When he lifted her up and put her on the empty kitchen table almost tenderly, she decided that she was curious about him in a way she had not been interested in anyone for a long time.

“Do you still want to stay?” he asked, his voice gravelly and tight.

“Yes,” she whispered and let her legs fall open; he didn’t need any further invitation than that so, with a shivering sigh, he dove down on her, spreading hot, messy kisses along her throat while his fingers dug painfully into the skin of her thighs.

“I…I…” he stuttered, anger – fierce, dark, and potentially lethal – rising like a blood moon in his eyes, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Do!” she whispered softly, and a genuine moan of pleasure slipped past her lips when his teeth dug deep into her shoulder at the same time as his fingers breached her most intimate parts.

Despite his evident lack of experience, he was dexterous and the impressive bulge in his dark jeans that her questing fingers explored awkwardly promised her that she’d not be too disappointed at the end of the night.

“Can…I?” he asked as if there was any variation of this scenario where – having tasted her blood – he would not try to possess what nobody ever really owned.

“Do,” she repeated, sinking down on the table, and grabbing the edges for support as he started pounding into her.

“I can’t believe she would go to those lengths,” the secretary whispered as he – face flushed with embarrassment and second-hand arousal – heard the rasping panting and the inarticulate moans that dripped like honey from the speakers.

“I’ll have to pay her extra for that,” his boss – a rich man with a strange fascination for owning and torturing people who were officially already dead – sighed as if it was a trifle akin to having forgotten the sales tax.

“She has no scruples,” the younger man interjected, and a shadow of doubt crept upon his pale countenance, “Did we make a mistake?”

“She’s the best there is,” the other replied calmly, “and – if she brings that big beast to heel – she can ask whatever it is she wants from me.”

So, I hope this was surprising and enjoyable!

I love you very much <3

#armitage summer splash #francis dolarhyde #francis x oc #bamboozle #something else for once

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smeagles · 1 year

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