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solradguy · 8 months

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Johnny Guilty Gear Strive is not a single day under 37 years old. "Age: Unknown" my ass. Face of a man whose frequent all-nighters in his 20s finally caught up with him. I understand, Johnny, I empathize...

#Photopost #Beard Johnny is awakening something in me...#Jk Johnny's always been a babe. Putting a beard on him's like garnishing a good steak #And like any juicy rare steak worth it's weight I will pick him up with both hands and tear him apart betwixt my jaws like an animal #The power went out and there's so much red and bright blue lightning outside it's like an alien planet. My phone is at 50%#The wind was blowing apples off the tree in the backyard and they were bouncing off the roof haha #Tomorrow I need to go see if it knocked down any of the ripe red ones from its apex... They're small but they're delicious #Tree had so many apples this year a big branch snapped from their weight. Bees'll be happy though when the apples fall and rot #Anyway I think Johnny mostly bottoms for men and less so for women but for Johnny/Sol... well... ;^)#I've imagined that Sol only bottoms if his partner can kick his ass #Lmao this took a turn. Bored and stoned. No internet and no lights to even read by. Unfiltered Sol Radguy after dark thoughts #Suggestive cw #Drugs cw

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aprilblossomgirl · 1 year

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A Boss and a Babe (2023) | ep.2

When it rains, nothing beats a hot bowl of noodles, boss.

#a boss and a babe #a boss and a babe ep2 #gun gungawin #cher saran #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #forcebook #*gifs #it is really. nothing beats a hot bowl of noodles when it rains.#the noodles are the important elements here. cher should talk more about his recipe.#*why did i choose a scene with those blue lighting very visible i couldn't do anything about it 🥲#*but the noodles!

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nashvillethotchicken · 2 months

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I wish there were more black people who were into iwtv so I can talk about how Louis's class and race interests intersected

#iwtv #amc iwtv #iwtv 2022 #its so crazy cus hes from a rich lightskin family in new orleans #like he says hed be a free man of color (not black) if not for jim crow #the intraracial dynamics of new orleans pre-1970 is so genuinely interesting to me and we never get to really get into them bc louis spends #all his time with white/nonblack people and when he is with his black daughter its different bc theyre so isolated from the great black com #like louis was absolutely in jack n jill as a kid. hed be in a blue vein society. hed be an alpha based off his name alone like #hes the black bourgeois class and its so crazy that people say hes middle class in fanworks like no babe. they had darkskin servants #i think it also stems from people relating blackness to poorness. ldpdl is not poor in any sense of the word #he inherented a literal plantation!!!! but because hes black people downplay his class interests (except for other black people)#yknow who really was poor? lestat! like eating syrup sandwiches with the lights and water cut off by the city poor #and yet people act like he grew up hyper rich in fanworks and its like... thats not what happened #you can talk about how jim crow and white supremacy squashed/manipulated the black elite class in nola while acknowledging louis' class #like they both came into the relationship with money (louis' money might have been shorter than lestats #but they still had money)#ldpdl #like i would even wager that louis family dont even consider themselves black like that #cus blackness is defined by whiteness and since louis spends all his time with white people bc of his business hes treated as and sees him-#self as black in a way that his family isnt. theyre only black when theyre made black if that makes sense #theyre black when white people are around

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rubbish78 · 1 year

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Gerard Way just whipping his hair back and forth in Atlanta, GA on 09/18/2022 (x)

#gerard way #mcr #crop top babe #my chemical romance #tw: flashing lights #decay era #or maybe it' swarm era whatever #rubbish78gifs #my gifs #blue and purple

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distant-screaming · 3 months

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he's so goddamn cute I love him

#also the blue clothes + purple lighting soo good I love it #dee watches pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe

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mellorine-dreams · 19 days

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Actually this panel from chapter 66 is so fucking wild like. What do you mean “I can’t handle lightning in more ways than one”. Have you tried to take him on in other ways before, Mephisto ? You’ve already said this much, you may as well spill the beans

#mephisto pheles #lewin light #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #aoex #AnE #Mel mutters #wake up babe a new crackship dropped <3 #blue exorcist spoilers #all of their interactions are so fucking funny #love them

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belligerentbagel · 2 years

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the day we met, frozen, i held my breath right from the start i knew that i'd found a home for my heart

widojest 7: wedding 💐

#the compulsion to put jester lavorre in white or light-coloured dresses #not even always in a wedding sense! i just think the blue skin + riotous curls + poofy white silhouette is very fetching #widojestweek2022 #widojest #critical role #okay so this is actually the first post i'm making for wj week (and also the f i r s t p o s t in like four? months) and #ho boy has the painting experience on this been AN EXPERIENCE (ie trying to remember how to apply colours & make choices on lines)#BUT WE DID IT BABES #time to trek backwards in the week & piece together some other posts 👀#hope this week was good! forgot how much i missed these two and their overall vibes #jester lavorre #caleb widogast #widojestweek #draws

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518td · 6 months

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best bathroom 🤌🏼

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dreamings-free · 2 years

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louis said 'enough with the bottle girls I’ll be my own bottle girl this time' 🍾

29/7/22

#you’re doing great babe #louis #clubbing #tour afterparty #perth #29.07.22 #30.07.22 #a.m.#hi joni #the blue green lights lol #v #can’t find the original source so here’s a link to hld’s twitter

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jennamacaroni · 2 years

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prompt list, angst #1: “I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

(this is for an anon and @soulofacircus who both requested this #)

The Kansas City crowd is brutal. Deborah’s set is full of awkward silences and forced laughter from those simply not equipped to handle so much secondhand embarrassment. The bit about DJ’s third overdose that Ava helped Deborah rework late after last night’s show in St. Louis bombs so hard that a boomer couple gets up from the front row and walks out without paying their bill. This unfortunate series of events then does what Deborah said weeks ago back in Las Vegas that no one could ever do: they mess her up. At one point towards the end of the set, Deborah actually freezes up there for a few seconds, going somewhere else entirely. Ava watches her eyes lose focus somewhere in the middle distance, and Ava’s only thought is that she wishes Deborah would look at her instead. Deborah ends up closing the set and walking offstage to polite applause without even bothering with her final three jokes.

The green room is nothing but a worn orange velour couch, the floor length mirror Deborah made Ava lug in from the tour bus earlier that evening, and a minifridge full of Pepsi Zero. Deborah already has her purse slung over her shoulder and refuses to make eye contact. “Listen, that was–” “Let’s just get to the bus,” Deborah interrupts, her voice tight but authoritative. “I need to get the fuck out of here and put this middle America’s asshole of a city and it’s cretins behind me.” Ava grabs the mirror without further comment, tucking it under her arm and following Deborah out the back door.

Weed has them on the open highway in less than four minutes, every one of which Deborah spends mixing a round of martinis. It was just the four of them again with the driver, now that Damien had flown back to Vegas to prepare for their upcoming trip back next week: it was Luna’s birthday and Deborah insisted they couldn’t possibly miss it. Ava decides for once not to push and to give Deborah a few minutes of space, kicking off her boots and slipping into the tiny bathroom to change into sweatpants. She finds Deborah at the table looking down at her hands, which are folded delicately around the base of her martini glass. Ava slips onto the bench on the opposite side of the table where there’s another martini waiting, glass frosted and dressed with a single speared green olive. Ava takes a sip of the cocktail and waits for Deborah to make the first move, content to study the delicate lines of Deborah’s face while she’s not looking, the ones the Botox touch-ups just don’t quite fill that are worn into her skin from a lifetime of laughter. “This is exhausting,” Deborah says, finally looking up fully at Ava. She maintains eye contact as she lifts the martini glass to her still painted lips and takes a long swallow, and all Ava can think is how quickly she can make Deborah laugh again. “Aren’t you tired of this?” Deborah asks, before Ava can make a really corny joke about Kansas City having a regional barbeque inferiority complex. “Of showers on this tour bus? Uh, yeah, dude. You never leave me any hot water.” The left corner of Deborah’s lips twitch with the tiniest wry smile and Ava counts that in the win column. “Of giving me pep talks. You can save it tonight, by the way,” Deborah adds before Ava can even try, lifting her glass and taking another long drag. “Okay. But I’m not going to stop believing in you. I can’t turn it off either. And nothing matters more. Even if it should.” It’s hit home, Ava can tell. Deborah breaks eye contact, the moment too intimate, and steels her face to cry without moving her eyebrows. “You should just quit once we get on the gay cruise and live as you were meant to amongst your own kind. Wild horses, and all that.” “I don’t know what that means. But speaking of horses, we still need to watch ‘Desert Hearts.’” “Ava–” “D, you promised!” Deborah takes the olive from her drink into her mouth and throws the toothpick at Ava, hitting her in the forehead. “Can you be serious for once?” “Definitely not.” “Why are you still doing this?” Ava doesn’t even bother to answer at first, just looks knowingly at Deborah and takes a drink. It’s a look in which she knows hides absolutely none of the very real love she now holds for her boss. “You know why.” “Well it can’t possibly because you love sleeping over a tanning bed.” “It’s Weed’s weed. I get it now, Pete Wentz.” “You’re impossible. You know that? Answer my question: why are you still here? You’re certainly not helping me tell any fucking funny jokes. If I wanted a useless Zillennial or whatever the fuck you’re calling yourself this moon cycle, I would’ve–” “I’m going to stop you right there,” Ava interrupts, because Deborah’s starting to get mean now and Ava’s just not feeling up to being the punching bag. Not tonight. “I’m fucking tired of this.” “Yeah, well, me too.” “No, not this,” Ava says, voice rising as she gestures generally around the bus. “I’m tired of this,” she says, instead pointing back and forth between them. “Of you picking fights when I try to be real with you. Of you still running, when I thought we were done with that.” Since Deborah can’t insult her, she simply purses her lips and says nothing at all. Ava thinks, fuck it. She chugs the rest of her martini and holy shit that’s a lot of vodka, then smacks the glass down as hard as she possibly can without shattering it. “It’s because I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear? I am in love with you and I believe in you and I think you’re the funniest fucking woman this world has ever seen, sorry, Lucille. And I know you’re going to call me a moron and say it’s a silly crush or whatever other watered down bullshit that you tell yourself to hide yourself away, but I see you, Deborah. You can keep me at arms length or push me away with both hands and that’s okay, if that’s what you really want.” Ava pauses, chewing at the inside of her cheek and staring across the cramped table at Deborah. When she still says nothing, Ava gives up, sliding out from the booth. As she moves to pass by Deborah on the way towards her bunk at the back of the bus, she pauses and leans into Deborah’s space, her lips just a breath from the shell of Deborah’s ear. “But for the record, I don’t think that’s what you really want.” Deborah pulls in a sharp breath and for once, Ava has the last word.

#hacks #prompts with friends #i was like oh yeah sure i can knock out a bit of dialogue in like an hour sure #almost four hours later and squinting blearily at the blue light of the laptop screen #me @ myself nice try babe #ava x deborah #and theres an easter egg in there for you riss smooches #i wanted to answer this in the anons ask but apparently theres now a character limit and no option to do a 'keep reading' fuck u tumblr

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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