i've never watched saw (2004) but from what i can tell from tumblr, a small, angry puppet locks some beautiful homosexuals in a bathroom and makes them have blood-soaked gay sex
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Band of Brothers + Generation Kill (WE HAVE REACHED PEAK SATURATION!)
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i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand
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Oh hey, I wrote something very much in this vein - you can check out my fic diamond eyes here (heed the tags of course, it does get filthy)
Give me jealous gale cleven watching from afar as bucky dances with woman and even though he knows bucky loves him , he can't help but be jealous because that's should be him in her place .
Give me jealous gale cleven that as soon as their door closes or they are somewhere private , won't stop touching bucky , kissing him on the lips , pulling his as close as possible that they might as well be one person, because he needs the reassurance that bucky is his .
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“Sometimes when one wakes up in the morning one thinks that truth is right next to the bed, like an open grave with a few wilted flowers, ready to receive.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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Fandom: Masters of the Air (TV 2024)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gale “Buck” Cleven/John Clarence “Bucky” Egan
Summary:
John was in a mood.
Sometimes he got like this. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, he could be a difficult storm to weather.
Gale could often pinpoint the source of these moods easily – the loss of their boys, a mission gone awry, receiving bad news from home – but when he couldn’t, he tried to ride them out by ignoring them until they passed.
This was a tall enough order when they were simply sharing command and quarters, but since the nature of their relationship had finally, finally changed, it had become next to impossible.
This particular mood had endured for the better part of a week, and was now spilling mercilessly into their weekend leave. John was subdued on the train ride to London, chin resting on his hand, pretty blue eyes gazing out the window. He didn’t even try to brush a hand or foot against Gale, a quick promise of closeness to come, and whenever conversation occurred between them, it died as quickly as it had been sparked.
Gale was worried.
Alternatively: 6.6K of idiots in love discovering how to communicate, and possibly some kinks along the way.
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