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swaggynay · 3 months
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THE BEAST IS DONE!
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bigdayforme11 · 1 year
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stoned at the nail salon // lorde
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rsmrymnt-tea · 2 years
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SATAN??? SATAN WEARING THOSE CLOTHES THOSE CLOSE THOSE—
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youshouldbesad · 2 years
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i’m never gonna forgive all of you for the absolute dust you paid to solar power. it was not her best but i still maintain that it was a GOOD album 
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Revelation 12: Cliffhanger
The narrative from beginning to end certainly reads as a mystical vision. #Revelation12 #TheDragon #TheWomaninTravail
Then, when the dragon saw that he had been cast out onto the earth, he pursued the woman who had given birth to the male. And the women was given the two wings of the great eagle so that she could fly into the wilderness, into her place where she is being nourished for a time and a time and half of a time, from the presence of the serpent. So the serpent spewed out of his mouth water like a…
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swaggynay · 5 months
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My second rainbow Satn drawing
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unofficialperson · 2 years
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I've been reading some fanfiction and I have to say I think some peoole forget that the brothers are loaded. Like they are rich rich. Look at the HOL, fucking gold gilding everywhere, oil paintings and shit, it's fucking massive, they're all hoarders but not only that but hoarders of rich person shit (rare books, limited edition shit, figurines and marble sculptures). Like they got money. Fucking rich assholes. Don't even worry about, have your MC drain their bank accounts .
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i-cant-sing · 1 day
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That one King who suggested that women should lay down while giving birth can go to hell and when i finally die and when i saw that guy i will torture that guy along side who made/discover math and science so much that not even satn can help them.
add every teacher who had beef with little kids to that list too <3
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toomanybandstocare · 2 years
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{Tom's Diner, Suzanne Vega}
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Program: Exhaustion blankets you as you work through your shift at the local diner. The same faces tiredly greet you for their usual order. A static hum scratches the wrong side of your brain from the broken radio. Until a newcomer sits at the countertop with captivating blue eyes that make you stop. A brewing countertop crush.
Pairing: Demo Derby! Billy Hargrove x Server, GN! Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Couple of swears, Petname (Cutie), Not proofed
Length: 1229w
Cover me (P.2) | Camp Upside Down Masterlist
Counselor Note: I started work at a local restaurant, and I am exhausted. But I had a deep sleep dream of dating Billy and then I had to rudely go to work instead of living out my best life in dream world. So now I can't stop thinking about Billy taking care of server reader and stopping in to say hi.
The chime above the door shrills as a new customer enters the trolley car diner. Early morning sun rays break through the blinds and balance out the neon soda pop signs that decorate the wall. Red vinyl stool tops line the counter top just past the abandoned hostess stand. An odd assortment of early bird business men and night owl workers occupy the few booths that line the windows.
“Counter is first come first serve. Choose a booth if one is free,” you call over your shoulder. Your hands balance multiple plates of breakfast and comfort foods from the kitchen window. Turning to face the compact car, a new body fills the diner further to occupancy. His hands move without thought as he pulls out a pack of cigs and a lighter while nodding at you. Golden curls brush against his jaw bone. “Be with you in a sec,” you hum while walking between the hostess stand and counter.
You place the ceramic plates onto the booth tables. The clinking and clattering of cutlery create a mechanical cadence. Appreciative mumbles bring a small smile to your face, but a tingling sense tickles the back of your neck. When you face the counter once more, you notice the soft curls hastily sway. 
A mischievous expression sneaks onto your face as you walk behind the counter, and you straighten yourself out as you grab an ashtray from the satn when passing by. “New here,” you point out and plop the plastic tray in front of the stranger.
“Not quite,” the customer hums. His piercing blues eyes take you in with a tired curiosity. “Moved here for part of high school. Now, back again in this hell hole after college”.
You chuckle in commiseration, “Well, that makes two of us. Minus the moving part. Coffee?”
He nods and takes a slow drag from the flickering cigarette. Wandering over to the coffee burners by the kitchen window, you pull the pot while grabbing a mug from the under shelf.
The faint mumbles of radio hosts converse as the silent diner simply exists. Everyone here has somewhere to be. Something to do. This is merely the place to rest before they have to move again. Steaming coffee warms your cheeks as it sloshes into the beige mug when you move back to the newcomer. Sliding the ceramic across the counter, you lean down on one arm and rest your head on your hand.
“Know your order, or are you the mysterious brooding type who only drinks black coffee in dingey diners early in the morning,” you ask with a light tease in your voice.
A half smile grows on his face while he takes a sip of coffee. Cigarette still in hand while ash scatters anywhere but the tray.
“Bill, please,” a gruff voice calls from the stand.
“I’ll let you think on it, ,” you press off the counter and go to take care of the departing patron.
His light laughter flutters in your stomach while you cash out the other customer. Your hands practically work with a mind of their own as they repeat the mundane task. Coins and cash pass hands as you close the drawer. Spare change clatters in the spare coffee mug with some witty tip remark.
Billy watches as you ease through the motions of ring up. He notices how you have a small rip in your diner shirt. How you weave the waist apron strings around your belt. Your cheeks slightly flushed from something. Either from movement or himself, and he bites his lip at the thought. 
He turns away with a small laugh of disbelief as he takes another sip of coffee. Fatigue sits heavy on his muscles, but Billy can’t help feel warm inside.
Before the door closes shut, you’re leaning over the countertop once more. “How about it,” you remind him.
“How’s the food here? Not really looking to go home with a greasy stomach,” he asks. Each time he speaks, his blue eyes look directly at you. Holding you captive in his collected gaze. 
You shift your legs to ease the growing pain blistering in your feet, “It’s not Enzo’s, but it won’t run your wallet through with mothballs”.
“I’m somehow not sold,” the customer shakes his head and places the mug down. One final drag before he stubs out his cigarette stub, and he reaches for his wallet. Supporting himself with one arm, he reaches into his front pocket as your arms follow the line of veins peeking past his rolled, jean jacket sleeve. Your mouth feels heavy as your eyes trail down to his hand. Long fingers grip onto the edge of the counter, and his knuckles are painted a pretty pink with a few scars littering across them. A small silver band wraps around his middle finger.
“This should cover it,” his voice breaks your attention. When your wide eyes meet his playful look, a blush burns your cheeks. Darting your bashful gaze to the counter, you see a wrinkled twenty dollar bill underneath his tapping fingers.
“Yeah, I’ll grab your change,” you breathe out. Nerves nip at your skin as you go to take the bill.
His hand lightly slams on top before you can pull it free and sends shock up your spine. His fingertips just barely brushing past your own. It’s too fucking early for this.
“All set, cutie,” he smirks. His pointer finger taps your own as he slides the bill underneath your hand.
You swallow hard, “That’s too much for just a coffee and some nice service”.
Still supporting yourself against the countertop, your eyes follow the newcomer as he raises from his seat. His stature blocks the warm light coming into the diner with his broad shoulders. With a look of amusement, he bends down to meet your level before moving forward further. 
Hot breath tickles the shell of your ear as his curls brush against your jaw. “Either you pocket it for making this asshole smile this early in the morning, or you put it towards a tab for all the shitty coffees I’ll get this week,” his deep voice hums beside you.
He pulls away and makes his way to the door leaving you in a daze. The faint trill of chimes snaps you out of your haze, and you rush to follow after him. Sliding yourself between the stand and countertop, you quickly call after him, “How am I supposed to keep a tab for an asshole, when I don’t even know their name”. When he stops in the door, you mutter under your breath, “What a dick”.
Blue eyes dart to meet your own when he turns his head over his shoulder to look at you. A smirk sent your way stings your insides.
“Billy Hargrove, cutie,” Billy introduces himself, “And I’m somehow convinced you like that”.
Resting your hip on the countertop, you roll your eyes. “Like what, Billy?”
Billy moves his hand to rest on his belt buckle and raps his knuckle on the lower part of the teasing silver.
“See you later, cutie,” Billy hollers and walks out the door. Excitement bubbles inside him, not even concerned about the long day ahead of him at the derby grounds. Even with the stale coffee, he finds himself trying to figure out when he can see his countertop cutie next.
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pearlsinmyhair · 8 months
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sigh ok.
cracks knuckles
let the games begin.
the way that the two things i need to write both involve tricky father-daughter conversations is wild (quar and venus for BoV and then miguel and star girl for price.) that on top of school starting has drained me, but i think i’m ready. my star girls/boys/just stars in general have been waiting a really long time, but i’m gonna make this finale good. my breath of venus readers, buckle up, it’s just starting.
here are your quotes…
for price of the name:
“cursed daughter,
uttering insanities no one believes,
do you regret taking the vow?”
for breath of venus:
“but when she was scared, she
was a child again, and she was
more afraid of being a child again
than anything else in her life.”
breath of venus taglist:
@xstarsmvxz @lisedanie @avatar4eva @henhouse-horrors @xylianasblog
the price of the name taglist:
@brittany69 @ladyfairenvale @teamwolverine @kinkybandages @lunamhm565i @dhadiirah @pearlssdiary @zeyzeys-stuff @alexisabirdie @ifuckyourmom @hagdgishr @migueloharaslxt @ladynecromancer @estella-satn @leviathxn @khaylin27 @dulceteris
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earl-grey-love · 1 year
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One thing I enjoy a lot about n!ghtbringer is how their sins are actually blatant in all of them. In the first one it was just kind of a gimmick they had, I feel, and it was only relevant as a plot thing sometimes. (At least in my limited experience).
However, in this one, they're actually very obvious with it. Which makes sense cus they're still adjusting and haven't had time to find "coping mechanisms" for it. I like that a lot more. It'll be interesting to see how that changes as they go along.
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intairnwetrust · 3 months
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You know, there is not one single acotar woman i truly dislike. (Other then the obvious villains of course) After Acosf, Amren comes close to that but she is not even worth the effort to me. If Amren isn't mentioned I don't think about her at all.
But when i reflect on every female character i need to say they kinda "ruined" Gwyn for me. Ruined is actually to strong is like whenever i see something about Gwyn It's like there's a gray filter over her.
I truly like canon Gwyn but some her stans work really hard to make me forget that. I mean how can you not like her. First of all her story. The courage, strength and sacrifice she showed to save those children was absolutely incredible. Then after this very traumatic event that she experienced, she had the strength to carry on. The became a Valkyrie. Also love that scene where she leaves the libary even when she still felt uneasy because she wanted to be there for Nesta after her fight with Cassian. She was such a sweet and loyal friend to Nesta.
But like ahhhh can her stans please shut up or just stay in their bubble. They paint her gray for me and I am only talking about the stans who are nasty, disrespectful, making other women down and the people who satn these woman and want Gwyn basically to be an Archeron sister. I know this fandom is huge and there are Gwyn stans who are completly chill and love Gwyn for who she truly is but I am sorry, I am also just a human. When you only come across these nasty stans they drown the character they (supposedly) stan.
(That supposedly is only for these type of "stans" who chance Gwyn's character. If you are a real stans you like that character as who they are and you don't chance their character.)
A stan is always connected with the character that they stan, means even if i have nothing against Gwyn herself i still have to subconsciously think about these nasty stans and therefore don't feel all sunshine towards Gwyn.
I know that other people in this fandom feels the same way about other characters. (Saw people having the same issues with Gwyn, Elain, Nesta and Lucien) They have nothing against the character but their stans who don't know what it mean to be a decent.
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