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lovelooksgudonu · 5 months
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avatrice 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩wip
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rroketa · 2 months
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Royalty of Detroit 👑
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marsinoff · 9 days
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Charles, topless: Fuuuuuck... Max: Without me? Charles: No... let's fuck together...
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skulandcrossbones · 12 days
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BOUND (1996) dir. the wachowskis
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davidtennan-t · 6 months
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bro really said 😐🧍‍♂️
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marsinout · 6 months
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Charles: Ugh... I got fucked by Ferrari again... Max, with a smug face: Charles: bUT NOT LIKE THAT-
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heldenherzchen · 9 months
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tuesday, august 8
day 2: brushing hands (first accidentally, later on purpose) (@benthan-week-forever)
thinking about how we started; remember i was impatient as hell. always said that i saved you - never was good at saving myself. i know love can be dangerous; that was never gonna change how i felt. oh & i could tell that no one ever could divide us. - "divide" by dermot kennedy
At first, it was an accident: a brush of the hand - but the spark it ignited was hard to withstand.
A lover's touch: so soft and sweet.
A moment that makes our hearts skip a beat.
Fingers like silk, sliding down the cheek - a feeling so strong, it's hard to speak.
The pleasure it brings is unique and rare - a moment that we both want to share.
We both know what we feel is real.
Our love for each other - we can't conceal.
We touch each other more and more - our love growing stronger than before.
We hold hands, we hug, we kiss.
The lover's touch is powerful indeed; It's a feeling that we both need.
We touch each other as if we're going away. Far, far away, but our love is here to stay.
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soloorganaas · 1 year
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i know the armorer isn’t a possessive or jealous person. i know this. but in my heart of hearts i still want a fic where someone keeps tryna hit on bo and the armorer just stands there impassively in the background, watching silently, twirling her hammer in her hand until they flee
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highladyofterrasen7 · 6 months
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ziglikesrain · 3 days
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me and @locked-diary made remus & sirius’s spotify wrapped…
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*injects him into my veins*
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flergblerg · 1 year
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I really hope that Pedro Pascal doesn’t end up getting treated like the eye candy actor man of the year because he really truly is such a good actor that has so much range and can do comedy AND drama equally REALLY well
He’s been steadily a working class actor that built up a good resume over the years/DECADE without any sort of nepotism and is gaining huge success over it which is unfortunately pretty rare these days
He’s simply just a talented working class gig actor who put in the work over the years and now I feel like it’s his moment and he really made it
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honeydewtual · 1 year
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Dennis Reynolds in every episode:
-> Season 3 Episode 8
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jegulus microfic day 11 from @jegulus-microfic
prompt: ghost // words: 823 // content warnings: none
James sees the younger Black brother in the house sometimes.
He never tells a soul, and he never makes eye contact, but he sees him.
It started by accident. James had popped into Grimmauld Place to pick up an old book from the family library that Sirius asked for, only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of a slim figure slipping into the kitchen. Intrigued and, he will admit, mildly bewitched, he returned the next night to catch a glimpse of that same boy.
He realized it was Regulus on night three.
The boy looks like a dream, with misty gray eyes and dark velvet curls and skin so pale James can see right through him to the other side of the room. Though that might be due to the undead nature of his spirit.
Regulus Black is supposed to be dead. Not alive, not halfway dead, just dead. All the way dead. He died in 1979. It’s 1982 now. He is supposed to be dead.
No one else sees him either. Only James, and only when Grimmauld Place is dark and silent aside from the creaking of the old floorboards settling in the wind.
Tonight, though, James is going to confront the boy. He is going to find out once and for all if this spectre is a figment of his imagination or if, somewhere between life and death, Regulus Black started wandering.
It could very well be his imagination. His house is lonely now with Sirius and Remus on their own and Harry living with Mary and Lily fifty-percent of the time. It wouldn’t surprise him if one day, James’ subconscious decided to make a ghost.
A ghost of Regulus Black, though…that seems less plausible.
He had planned to walk into Grimmauld Place and demand that Regulus Black show himself. He had. It’s just…James has never been one for confrontation.
So, when he reaches the old house, with its dark walls and beheaded House Elves lining the corridors, James freezes. He stands in the front entryway, and he freezes.
Am I really here to chase a ghost?
The last thing he is expecting is for Regulus Black to come down the stairs right in front of him.
It seems like the other man wasn’t expecting it either, for he goes stiller than a statue, and it could be just James’ eyes playing tricks on him, but he thinks he sees Regulus pale.
“Black?”
“Potter.”
“You’re — but you’re dead.”
The young Black brother, the dead Black brother, laughs at him.
“Don’t pretend you’ve just noticed me. You’ve been unnecessarily puttering around this place for months.”
James swallows a very large lump in his throat and forces himself to look the man in the eyes. It’s the first time he’s ever done so; he’s only caught the reflection of those eyes in mirrors around the house. Staring into them head-on is like trying to withstand a torrential rainstorm, like standing firm in the face of hurricane-force winds.
“You’re dead,” he mumbles again, feeling rather stupid.
“Do I look dead?” Regulus asks. He leans languidly up against the stairway railing. One of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows is raised in critical analysis of the man in front of him.
“Well…you don’t look real,” James whispers without thinking. Regulus’ shoulders shake as he releases a soft, amused scoff.
“Why are you here, Potter? Why have you continuously been here, invading my private residence? Does Sirius know you come here every night to stare at his dead brother?”
Instead of answering, James takes a step closer, and when Regulus doesn’t back away, he moves closer still.
“If you’re still alive, why have you let everyone believe you were dead for the past three years?” James asks, fighting the urge to reach out and touch Regulus, to really feel whether or not he is a hallucination.
Regulus’ lips curl up in a knowing smile.
“Don’t demand information you haven’t earned yet,” he snaps, though there is a distinct lack of malice in his tone. “Come back tomorrow night, and maybe I’ll tell you. If you earn it.”
James’ breath catches in odd excitement he has no explanation for.
“Tomorrow night?” The words are coated in hope.
“Show up. Or don’t. I don’t care. Now get the fuck out of my house, James Potter, or I’ll sic Kreacher on you.” Regulus glares at him so intensely that James knows he’s not joking. James’ entire body itches with restlessness as he backs up and leaves Grimmauld, already wishing that time would speed up and bring him to twenty-four hours from now.
He should tell Sirius. He really, really should.
But.
Shouldn’t he have all the information first? Telling Sirius, “Hey, your dead brother is back,” with no explanation might come off as a sick prank. No, James won’t tell. Not yet, anyway. First, he’ll gather the facts.
Which means meeting Regulus as many times as it takes.
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dinkypirate · 2 months
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“He might be like number 84 on the call sheet now, but he’s coming…”
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irtifuck · 6 months
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Me when tom cruise '86 wants to look taller:
SHORT MAN IS IN LOVE WITH HIS WINGMAN.
Me when tom cruise '22 wants to look younger:
OLD MAN IS IN LOVE WITH HIS ADMIRAL.
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