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astrhae · 9 months
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crowley used the metal tool in season 1 to start time, and we learn that he's used it first to start space. to create the stars -- he still remembers how. he still remembers all of heaven's passwords: in the book crowley is described as an optimist because he has the "utter surety... that the universe would look after him". not god, but the universe. and of course he does: he helped create it and he's looking after it, too.
think about it: aziraphale had a sword, but crowley is about to face satan who wants to destroy the world, and crowley's only weapon is a tool of creation
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jitterbugbear · 10 months
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malanya the horse god - mixed media
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cactiaintracist · 5 months
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ThEM
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arundolyn · 5 months
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ouchie
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greenmp3 · 9 months
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julia louis-dreyfus on the late show with david letterman, 1994
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mienar · 8 months
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good morning bakery 🍞🥖
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riickgrimes · 1 month
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Man of his word. It only took a couple of lifetimes. I was in love with my son's best friend. I didn't know what to do. Then you asked for that toothpaste. I was damned if I wasn't gonna find something.
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devilart2199-aibi · 23 days
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Decked Out 2! ❄️🗝
The dungeon crawler game
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Now available at: Decked Out 2: Dungeon Crawler Edition
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viyojo · 6 months
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yangjeongin · 1 month
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HYUNJIN BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN (2024): bonus sets – ↘ D-1 | HYUNJIN AS PANTONE COLORS
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vcrnons · 3 months
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i ain't arguing with a man with big brown eyes. whatever u say beautiful.
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paperultra · 8 months
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back of house.
Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,113 words Warnings: Mild swearing
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If it weren’t for his principles regarding women, you’re fairly certain Sanji would’ve throttled and strung you up to dry by now.
“I … I’m impressed, sweetheart,” he says with a bright smile, though under the swinging lights of the kitchen it seems more out of pain than pleasure. “You managed to burn water.”
Your cheeks flame as you peer into the blackened pot with him, all traces of the water you’d been tasked with boiling completely gone. Vanished. You have no idea how or why.
“I’m sorry, Sanji.”
“No need to apologize. Everybody makes mistakes –”
“Sanji!” you hear Zeff before you see him round the corner. “Why the hell do I smell something burning in my kitchen?”
“None of your business, old man,” Sanji snaps immediately, murmuring a quiet excuse me, dear to you before taking the pot by the handle and heading to the sink. He twists the faucet open and running water roars like thunder in your ears as he thrusts the pot underneath. “I have it under control.”
“Under control, eh?" Zeff says. He suddenly turns his squinted gaze upon you, and you shrivel. “This your doing, missy?”
“I –”
“Leave her alone,” Sanji interrupts. “I didn’t give clear enough instructions. It was my fault.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt about that.” Eyeing your guilty and defeated figure next to the stove, Zeff shakes his head with a sigh and points you to the door. “[Y/n], go out and wait tables for the rest of your shift.”
Immediately, you make a move to remove your apron. “Oka –”
Sanji makes a noise of dissent and turns the faucet off. “Wait tables? She can still chop the vegetables and help me plate.”
“You’ll do that yourself. Front of house needs the extra person, anyway.”
“I’m her mentor.”
“And I’m the damn boss.”
The rest of the staff roll their eyes and carry on while the two men argue in the middle of the kitchen. You swallow and take your apron off, balling it up in your hands. This isn’t the first time they’ve butted heads over your incompetence, and watching them now cuts at your last shred of dignity.
Clearing your throat, you grimace when Sanji’s head whips around to look at you.
“Zeff’s right,” you tell him. “Dinner rush is coming up soon and I’ll just be in the way, anyway.”
Zeff grunts with satisfaction.
The expression on Sanji’s face reminds you of a kicked puppy. “But …” he begins to protest.
“Oi, you heard what she said. Get back to work! We have customers waiting!”
Sanji blusters about before heading back to his station, casting you one final, forlorn look as he does so. You imagine that your own face looks just the same when you turn to leave.
You take orders and serve customers for the remainder of the day, as promised, and help with cleanup after closing time. And then, long after the sun’s dipped below the horizon, Sanji joins you on the upper deck with a steaming bowl of seafood fried rice.
“For the madam,” he says with a smile, offering you the bowl.
You accept it silently and take a bite as he sits down next to you. It’s perfect like it always is – savory and warm on your tongue, happy and gentle in your stomach. You’ve never known a home quite like Sanji’s cooking.
His eyes remain fixed on you as you eat all of the rice, scraping the bowl for every last grain and setting it down beside you once you’re finished.
“Thank you.”
“It’s nothing. I figured it would cheer you up.”
“It did.”
It did, and yet, your lips tremble and your throat closes up. You clench your hands into fists in your lap.
Sanji’s hand immediately presses your shoulder as you sniffle. “Are you alright?” he questions worriedly.
(His attentiveness strikes you like a hot iron sometimes, even now.)
“Why haven’t you given up on me yet?” you whisper.
His brow furrows. As if it’s obvious, he answers, “You want to be a cook. A lady’s wish is my command.” Sanji pauses. “And I can’t call myself the greatest cook in the East Blue if I can’t teach others to be great cooks as well.”
“I think you’d be the greatest regardless.”
You glance at him through watery eyes in time to see his face flush a deep red. He looks away hastily, chuckling with feigned modesty. “I’m flattered that you think so highly of me.”
Your shoulders lift in a shrug as you look back down at your hands. You reach up to blot away your tears.
How could you not think the world of Sanji? Or the world of anyone at the Baratie, for that matter? When you were kicked off the merchant ship you’d stowed away on two years ago, you had been sure that you’d be banned from setting foot in such a fine-looking restaurant. Years of scorn and slammed doors had not given you the chance to think otherwise.
But Sanji spotted you on the docks, called you madam like you really were one, cooked you a meal in the kitchen and talked to you. Zeff gave you a job and a bed of your own. The staff gave you a family.
“We’ll try again tomorrow. I’ll figure out something that’ll make everything click for you, and you’ll be a proper cook in no time.” Sanji leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and winks up at you. “I promise.”
As always, your heart skips a beat.
“Okay.”
Maybe, you realize suddenly, you don’t necessarily want to be a cook so much as you want to love the way Sanji does.
“That’s my girl.” Standing up, Sanji takes your empty bowl in one hand and offers the other for you to take. “Now, shall I walk the madam to her room, or does she wish to stay out on the deck for a while?”
You allow yourself to grin, considering. “The madam wishes to stay out here and …” you hesitate but then decide to soldier on, “and possibly chat with a dear friend for a few more minutes?”
Your pulse pounds in your ears.
Sanji’s eyes widen a bit. Then he blinks, and then he smiles, drawing his hand back and quickly sitting down next to you once more.
“A lady’s wish is my command,” he says.
He takes out a cigarette, making a quip about Patty while he lights it, and your combined laughter rings out across the Baratie. It’s perfect like it always is – savory and warm on your tongue, happy and gentle in your stomach.
Indeed, this is home.
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florallvr · 25 days
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rafe would have a black L-shaped couch i’m sure of it
warnings / 18+ smut, arm riding, dirty talk, i’m so rusty it’s been so long since i last posted a fic, breeding hinted
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ARQGGWWGWG HES SO FUCKING HOT
“But.. How am I supposed to do that?” you ask, voice a tone higher as Rafe’s request made you a little bit nervous - but curious at the same time.
He relaxed back on the black L-shaped couch, one of his big and strong arms laying relaxed on the arm rest next to him.
“‘S easy baby. Just come up here and straddle my arm, I'll help you.” Rafe smiles - more like a grin though as the filthy pictures of you straddling and riding his arm fills his mind, and he seems too happy for the current nervous situation you’re in. At your shy nod in answer Rafe helps you up with his other big hand on your hip.
He groans deeply at the sight of your wet cunt pressed and pussy lips spreading as you sit down on his veiny arm, your nervous fidgeting causing you to move a little and leaving behind a trail of your wetness. You moan at the sight of it too while looking down, the veins on his arm catching your sensitive clit.
“Look at ya! You’re doin’ amazing babe, just continue grinding your pretty pussy on my arm and you’ll be fine.” he exclaims and you whine, both at what he said and at the good friction your pussy is currently receiving.
“If you carry on bein’ so good you’ll even get to cum.” he begins, “And if you are extra good I’ll even let you have my cock.” Rafe smiles too wide, he even laughs mockingly at your whines that are still bubbling out of you.
He looks down to where you are grinding your cunt down on his arm, moaning quietly when he can quite literally see your little clit pulse.
“Please! Please wan’ your cock now daddy!” you cry, hips stuttering and picking up the pace at the nearing climax that is bubbling in your stomach.
Rafe tuts, hand leaving your hip to come down to give your unprepared ass a few quick slaps, chuckling deeply at the squeals you let out.
“Yeah? Want my cock to fill out your tight cunt? Wanna feel me fill you up with my cock, maybe even breed you?” his dirty questions just keep on coming, causing your mind to become a big mush at just thinking of coming up with an answer for him.
All thoughts leave your mind, however, when his hand settles down on your hip again to help you grind down on his other arm - which he purposely flexes more when he notices the usual hitch in your breath when you are about to cum.
Rafe’s quick to give you the green light, “Cum for me, my dirty girl.”
“Paint my arm in your pretty cum.” As your orgasm comes crashing down on you, painting his arm in your white cream.
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niinnyu · 3 months
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A birthday! A happy one!
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castles-crumbllng · 11 months
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Jonah Hauer-King as Prince Eric THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) | Dir. Rob Marshall
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chubsette · 2 months
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