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#john is baby girl
ratman517 · 1 year
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Doin ur mom doin doin ur mom
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tb-png · 1 year
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Kissing n shit 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 🧼 ☠️
why is it so hard to draw people kissing lol, i draw so much ship art but i cant draw them kissing ever aaaaa
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hffhifjou · 1 year
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RUGBY PT.3
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babydarkstar · 5 months
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so many griddlehark doomers on this website. smh my head…….theyre doomed by fate AND the narrative to be intrinsically intertwined no matter what. i cannot conceive of a finished locked tomb series where theyre not lying dead in each other’s arms or existing together in some fugue state of unbeing. not even death can separate the lesbians that scratch each other bloody and then cry in each other’s arms. they have been fated to orbit one another literally since their conception. one flesh one end, bitch.
#also harrow literally lobotomized to forget gideon and she still couldnt in the end#anyways i often think abt the whole#‘i gave you my whole life and you didnt even want it’#and the thing is like. yeah gideon. she didnt want it because she never wanted to lose YOU who was attached to it#you who she just bonded with. has had a very tumultuous girlbestfriend situationship with#when i think abt how young they are i fucking scream#this is why i hate john gaius. insane man. kill him to death alecto#tlt#griddlehark#tlt spoilers#anyways. thinking about the saddest girl in the whole world tonight :(#this is a john gaius HATE account all my homies HATE john gaius#anyways. why is everybody so so scared that theyre going to have a terrible endgame#baby theyve already been falling through a terrible endgame thru the duration of their entire existence#i will say. if harrowhark ends up with anybody else i’ll have to off myself#i support womens wrongs but ianthe can go be wrong somewhere far away from harrow#im about to go through the entire series again so i can screenshot and prove why im right about this#theres a narrative thread to follow#and never once have i been afraid of them not finding their way back to each other#the thing is like. above everything. these girls exist to orbit each other#gideon thinking harrow is her past when harrow has always been her present and her future#harrow thinking gideon’s death will be her undoing#because to harrow. gideon is unable to die. she WOULDNT die for so long#and when she found something to die for. she went to it with her whole being#but heres the thing. one flesh one end is more than just becoming one body and dying one death#idk im incoherent i need to talk abt this in a post instead of tags#i will. soon
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ghouljams · 7 months
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Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve had two glasses of wine, but I just want Fae Price and witchy reader during a witchy holiday. Not quite the winter solstice when I assume Price is at the height of his power, but during the fall or during samhain, when the veil is the weakest. I just imagine Price brushing off the wards of Witchy’s home. Just some steamy time between them or something. Infamate kisses that she can’t shake off. I just want them interacting during times where mortal magic is naturally weak and price is just taking advantage of it to be close to her?
"You shouldn't be out here."
You hum, hearing the fallen leaves crunch under Price's boots behind you. You're trying to meditate. "I have wards up," you tell him simply.
"Not very good ones." His hands grasp either side of your head and tip it back. You don't bother opening your eyes, you know it's him. You can see him in your minds eye, the wisps of smoke, the sort of layered magic that surrounds him, you don't need to open your mortal eyes. "What're you doing my pretty witch?" Price asks, his thumbs rub your cheeks against the bite of the autumn wind.
"Trying to see," and trying to concentrate. You tip your magical perception to check your wards, all fine, it's just Price that seems annoyingly unbothered by them. He clicks his tongue three times in rapid, chastising, succession and heat rolls through you, over your skin. Suddenly the wind is colder than you would like.
"Now why would you want to do that?" Price's voice is closer, lower, you can feel his shadow leaning over you. His lips press to your forehead, and something small and ignored lights up in you chest. He pulls back, your magical sight popping like TV static.
Your brows furrow and you open your mouth to complain that he's ruining your Samhain plans, when he kisses you. Or, no, he- His tongue drags against your lower lip, a soft quick motion. Then again, a little deeper, skimming your teeth, before he actually presses his lips to yours. Your breath catches and you fist the gauzy fabric of your ritual wear between your fingers.
The pop of your sight gets worse until it fuzzes completely and you're forced to close it to kiss him. What is it with him and absolutely destroying your clean work spaces? He pulls back, tips your head forward until your chin is touching your chest. You hear him settle on his knee, as he shifts the lace veil down your back to the side so he can kiss the top of your spine. Pressing you to lean forward with each insistent kiss to bare skin.
His mouth will be your undoing. You know every time he puts it on you that when he devours you(not it, never if) it will be your own fault for trusting those teeth. But you can't help it. The way he drags heat over your skin, so delicate that you could almost excuse it as the wind if his tongue didn't follow. He kisses down your spine, drags his tongue back to the top of it, makes you ache between your legs. The circle around you swirling with greedy cloying desire.
You thread your fingers through the grass, dig into the damp dirt to ground yourself. You're having trouble holding onto your wards, mind too busy spinning under the gentle press of Price's lips. The way he moves you, purposeful but achingly intimate, makes your stomach flutter. You have your solid safeties, the railroad spiked corners, but your candles are snuffing out as quickly as you can remember them.
You sigh, giving in to the feeling Price's lips against your neck, his fingers tipping you to bear your throat. He won't let anything happen to you, even if your wards give out. His beard scratches your skin, an almost pleasant itch that distracts you from the edge of his teeth.
He bites you, and you go rigid, a hand grasping his hair before you can think to. Your eyes fly open and your lips part wordlessly, you stare at the dark cavernous forest in front of you. You're not sure if you mean to hold him or push him away, but his arms slip around your waist and pull you back against his chest. His teeth press harder into your neck, and you feel like a glass vial just poised on the edge of breaking, cracks already starting to splinter through you. Your breath quickens, your free hand grips his leg, you press back into his hold, hoping that will ease the tense edge you're held on.
Again you don't know if you're hoping he pulls you back or lets you fall. You blink the mist from your eyes and hope whatever happens your trust isn't unfounded.
Price's teeth release you and everything unspools, you go lax against him as his tongue soothes the ache. "What do you think," He murmurs, dragging his lips to your jaw, "I could steal you right now while the veil is thin, hide you away somewhere cozy just for me."
It sounds nice. You feel soft, you feel slow, caught. He strokes your stomach.
"Just you and me, and whatever we can cook up." A dangerous unsaid thing. You try to gather enough of your wits to stop him from expounding on it any further.
"I didn't know you had anywhere to steal me away to," You mumble, eyes heavy as he presses his nose to your cheek, lips against your jaw. He hums, kisses your cheek, your temple.
"Is that what you're worried about," His voice makes a shiver run through you. Your skin prickling at his continued closeness. His fingers on your stomach make you want to squirm away, but with him holding you like this there's nowhere to go. "Not what I'll do to you once I have you?" You stretch your legs out to curl your toes in the grass, any grounding you can get against his low dangerous tone.
"What would you do?" You breathe, letting the green feeling under your feet start to anchor you.
"What wouldn't I do?" Price smiles against your hair, "You're a feast I'll never grow tired of."
The thought warms you, as it always does when he talks like this. You wonder sometimes if he's this charming to everyone, or if it's just to make you tip your head back against his shoulder to kiss his jaw. Whatever glass he'd been close to shattering leaks its magic into you. You feel languid and soft under his hands, being stolen might not be so bad. Especially not when he catches your lips with his own and makes quick work swiping his tongue against the seam of your mouth.
It makes your head swirl all the worse to suck on his tongue, to breathe against his lips and feel his smoke sooth the twinge in your neck from the angle. Anything to keep you comfortable and pliant for him. His hand wraps around your neck, fingers resting against your pulse, the weight of it so tempting. You make a soft noise and he swallows it down, wet and oh so desperate for you. He gives you only enough room to breath between kisses, and you feel every though slipping through your fingers under his expert tongue.
The twinge in your neck makes you wince and you pull away to let the muscle unwind. Price takes the opportunity to exhale, shifting on the grass to make himself more comfortable as you rub your neck.
"You alright?" He asks. You nod, leaning back against him as you stretch, enjoying how solid he is. How solid all of him is, really. Your eyes lid feeling the line of his cock under you, interested but not anything you couldn't ignore.
You- Mm.
"Cute," he presses the word against the shell of your ear, his tone so low and growling even if you could think your brain would've poured out your ears. That's probably not a good sign.
Samhain tricks. At least you hope it is. If this is just Price and not his magic, you're in a lot more trouble than you thought. But what wonderful trouble it is.
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halcyon-autumn · 8 months
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miilkybnn · 1 year
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shhh!!!!! they’re sleeping 😴 💤
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xxnomadsxx · 3 months
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I can only imagine your Branch giving the most disturbing gifts to show he cares. Ex:
Floyd: Oh man, I always worried Velvet and Veneer are gonna come back at some point
Branch: *Man, I wanna make him feel better hmm*
Cue the next day:
Branch: Here Floyd, this should make you feel safer (Man is covered in BLOOD and holding an even bloodier box) 😊
Floyd (about to pass out): Oh thanks B… what is it??
Branch: Velvet and Veneers vocal cords 😁 (He genuinely believes this will make him feel better)
Floyd: Oh… thank you Branch (He doesn’t want to reject the gift since it is one of the only occasions Branch has shown any of the brother’s affection)
His gifts only get worst from there. The brothers one time mention what happened to the Bergen that ate Grandma??? Branch puts Chef’s skeleton up in display for them to see that there’s nothing to worry about and that she’s been avenged. Meanwhile , BroZone: 🧍🧍🧍🧍
Poppy mentions that Creek betrayed the entire Troll kingdom??? Oh yeah, he tells the hilarious story about the time he was roasted alive and eaten by the village and even offers Poppy a tuff of his hair as proof.
He associates threats being eliminated as comforting and so he believes proof of that are the best gifts, he has good intentions but wtf he’s gotta work on better love languages.
anyways yeah BroZone loses their shit every time this happens but don’t have the heart to tell Branch to stop since it’s one of his main ways to show he cares about them and they’ll take anything at this point.
Honestly no one in the village is good at getting appropriate gifts ESPECIALLY Branch (he’s been living with the feral trolls(?) for years and their love language is violence) so you’re gonna have to forgive them on their very gruesome gifts.
All these situations are basically canon now because the idea is just so funny to me that Branch just pulled out all these corpse parts just to be like “don’t worry you’re safe😁”. Every time he does this his brother are just going through every emotion. It’s sweet that he did the gesture for them but also terrifying when you actually think about it (when he’s left the room, at least two of them puked and Floyd passed out four times) When Floyd is given the vocal cords as a gift the only thing keeping him conscious is the adoration that his baby brother got him a gift, but once Branch left the room, he immediately put the box in the closet and proceeded to puke on the floor. (Originally Branch got the vocal cords after he found out velvet and veneer took Floyd, but I find the idea of him going back for round two just so he can get a trophy for Floyd to tell him he was “safe” even better)
When he showed the skeleton to the brothers they were just too shocked to actually understand what was happening and kind of just went numb for a few minutes, all they could do was force themselves to focus on how happy Branch was so they wouldn’t have a meltdown.(when they later registered what they saw they just cried) When Poppy brought up how angry she is at Creek and how mad she is that he up and left again instead of staying to face his problems!! Branch laughed and said “OH, don’t worry we handled it😁” and he pulled out a tuff of Creeks hair, and hilariously explained the “funny story” of Creeks demise.
Everyone at this point just stops talking about people they don’t like out of fear that Branch Is just gonna come out with their body at any second. They like the gestures of the gift. It’s just the fact that they’re basically just corpse parts in a box that is handed to them with a smile 😊 saying, “I hope you like it” (he eventually stops when explained how messed up it is)
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navree · 1 year
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if it weren't so clearly gearing up towards a desperate tragedy this entire exchange of arthur going "lying bad" and john going "what if lying good" and then getting incredibly fake offended when arthur asks if he has, perchance, been lying would be comedy gold
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ratman517 · 1 year
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*throws up and dies*
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oldcinemalover · 8 months
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John Barrymore as Dr Jekyll Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1920)
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tb-png · 1 year
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childhoods dreams - 🧼👻🧢
ghost doesn’t even realize the panic he’s causing, he’s too sucked into bullying a child on twitter
FUNFACT! in the 2nd image, it’s a bit too blurred out, but ghost IS typing “[insert 3 letter acronym that starts with k and ends with s] dweeb” (it’s gonna get him sused and hes gonna get mad before logging in to his 50 alternate accounts)
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not sure what they’re worring about considering they’re military, but hey, we all got our fears lol
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crocwearingcryprid · 7 months
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OH MY GOD Oscar admitting to hammering a priests face in the first ten minutes of the episode is GREAT
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wishfuldivine · 3 months
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Finally! About time they put my precious boy on there! He's so fucking cute and adorable and precious and.. and.. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!
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minced-mangoes · 2 months
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Satan may not call me kitten but that doesn't stop me from calling HIM kitten.
And then I fall over ugly laughing because I just called the Avatar of Wrath a "good little kitty-witty"
The power that is calling grown men stupid pet names then laughing half to death when they give you a look of disgust
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nafohcnis · 2 months
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some school notebook dorys from about a month ago probably.. the first two are for the fanfic “john dory’s quick and concise guide on how to survive” by rytheoneandonly on ao3. GO READ IT. and expect more fanart for this.
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