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danniburgh · 1 year
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just saw someone’s DNI which listed “people who write NSFW fanfiction about real people without specific permission from that person”. the disclaimer made me burst into laughter because of the implication that someone is out there asking for or granting permission. imagine being som celebrity’s agent and receiving a request for smut-writing clearance. imagine the chaos of a fandom where only one guy has official written permission.
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danniburgh · 1 year
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instead of saying how much you hate how oversexualized and harassed Pedro Pascal is lately and how much you hate rpf and people writing it and how much you don't like seeing the tiktoks calling him "daddy" going viral and how much you hate when minors like him and how uncomfortable you feel when others write about his body and how much bleach you're gonna pour onto your eyes, how about you say how much you hate when others express their attraction to him without feeling guilty and/or embarrassed... it's shorter...
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danniburgh · 1 year
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I don’t write rpf anymore. But if you do, this blog will always be a safe space for you. You’re not a bad person for writing what you want to write.
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danniburgh · 1 year
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friendly reminder that Pedro is almost 50 years old and if he doesn't like how people call him anymore he will say so
if he needs therapy he will SEEK it
he won't seek the fans with the big words and the lit torches and sharpened fuckin machetes so they help him heal ajajajajajajajaja
ugh sometimes people just speak
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danniburgh · 1 year
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The Last of Us or as I like to call it,
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danniburgh · 1 year
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— TAYLOR SWIFT, my tears ricochet
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danniburgh · 1 year
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Something about Dani and Jamie, Bill and Frank, love stories cultivated in the heart of horror. Something about finding queer love, gay love, human and fallible and worth cupping hands around and protecting even in the darkest of times. Something about stumbling into your person when you least expect them, when your mind is fixed firmly on pain and survival, and letting their light open you up. Something about choosing to wake up every day and cherish this person, even when it’s hard, even when they’re being broken down right before your eyes. Something about saying “I am marrying you, not in the eyes of others, but in our hearts where it matters—legality be damned”.
Something about gay love being worth all the strawberries, all the moonflowers, all the persistence and the endings chosen on your own terms. Something about that hits me where it counts.
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danniburgh · 1 year
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frank and tess both understand the importance of socializing your grumpy survivalist boyfriend
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danniburgh · 1 year
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danniburgh · 1 year
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i’m old, i’m satisfied, and you were my purpose. THE LAST OF US, 1x03: LONG, LONG TIME.
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danniburgh · 1 year
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Fuck you, Craig Mazin. Fuck Neil Druckman. Fuck Nick Offerman and Murray Bartlett. Fuck Pedro Pascal. Fuck Nico Parker and Ana Torv. And fuck Bella Ramsey, too. Oh, and fuck you Linda Ronstadt!
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danniburgh · 1 year
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Sins of the Flesh (priest!Dave York x f!reader)
Pairing: priest!Dave York x f!reader
Summary:  His mind shouldn’t be on the new catechesis teacher as he cleaned the chalice after handing communion. His thoughts shouldn’t be on the young girl he knew for so long as he blessed the congregation and finished mass.
But you were different now. Something in you had changed. “Lord, have mercy on me.”
Word count: +10.9k
Warnings: religion! catholic religion to be precise, a lot A LOT of religious references and undertones (shot every time you find one lmao), age gap (around 15 years, reader is legal), smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex, breaking of celibacy vows!, catholic guilt, me making divine metaphors… i think thats it.
A/N: first of all this is all @asta-lily​’s fault, she asked why no one had turned this man into a priest and i said “ok ill do it” so i did it, she is to blame. also i wanna say thanks to the pocket wives that encouraged this creation, sorry my loves, this isnt as slutty as yall thought lmao, and thanks to @alliterative-albatross​ who gave me all the bible verses that shaped this story as well. and i wanna thank the creator of this playlist that i listened over and over while writing this, and yeah, sorry for this monstrosity, love you <3
Masterlist // Read on ao3 // ko-fi
comments and reblogs are eternally appreciated đź’“
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moodboard by @asta-lily
“So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.”–James 4:12.
Sunday 1.
Like a piece in a puzzle.
That’s how you fit in.
There, sitting in the middle of a ten people polished wood bench, eyes on the four feet tall crucified Jesus on the wall above the altar, ready for the first sermon you were to hear after coming back home.
Home. That was the name.
That church felt like home.
You were enjoying sitting there, among the children you met a couple of hours earlier when you were introduced to them as their new catechesis teacher, breathing in and out the myrrh incense burning and invading the navel and your lungs, filling them with new energy, getting them ready to feel the love that you were sure was about to pour over you.
You heard your name behind you and you turned around to see Mrs. Stevens, one of your mother’s friends waving at you from two rows behind.
“Hi, honey!” she smiled at you and immediately you reciprocated “I heard you were in town, are you staying this time?”
You drowned a chuckle inside your chest and bit your lip, nodding. Just realizing you even had missed the venomous messages hidden behind the kind words mouthed by old catholic moms.
“Yes, Mrs. Stevens, I’m staying this time.” you replied, the woman lifted her hand a bit to the sky and you smirked to her.
Seguir leyendo
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danniburgh · 1 year
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ajsjsjsjsjajajajaja fuck you anon
Could you do a din djarin x former inquisitor reader? Maybe he finds out when they are saving Grogu from Moff Gideon in season two. I think Din, Bo-Katan, etc reactions would be so interesting!
Wow! It would be interesting, wouldn’t it?
But no, I don’t think I will. Not only do I not mention requests at all on my blog, but the way this is written is super rude. Not a hi, a please, or a thank you in sight. And it’s so weird because it looks like you’ve dropped this in several inboxes. Maybe you’re new here, but writer shopping is not okay. If you like this idea enough to copy/paste it into the inboxes of multiple writers, it might be worth doing yourself. I know you’re only thinking of your own gratification, but this is a community, and this kind of thing is unacceptable.
And please do some critical thinking as to why. Imagine spending days on something you think someone requested from you because they like the way you do things so much, only to find out they went to fifteen other writers with the same request. It wouldn’t feel super good, would it?
An ounce of empathy and common sense goes a long way.
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danniburgh · 2 years
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@ezrasbirdie fuk u
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danniburgh · 2 years
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hello, I'm still not here but i wanna share my ao3 bc I've been writing Steddie, I'm doing kinktober and fawning over Eddie Munson a lot over there, if that's something anyone is interested about ;);)
alright, have a good one, love you ♥️💜
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danniburgh · 2 years
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lets say yes parasocial love lmao, yes to loving/hating the way a public person presents themselves and the little hint of personality they have, yes to also understanding that there are things they dont tell anyone and that they might be a persona and a joke and a parody of themselves, yes to the fucking healthy middles/grays/balances of what it means to love someone you'd never met, you will probably never meet and have never talked to
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danniburgh · 2 years
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The rest of the fandom refusing to speculate: I cannot even speak the name of the vampire who organized that monstrosity.
Me: I don’t give a fuck. His name was Mike.
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