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ofdaisy · 9 days
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‘im a girl’ ’im a boy’ okay well ive got boulders on my shoulders collarbones begin to crack there is very little left of me and it’s never coming back
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nekrosmos · 7 months
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It's my turn to do a high roller bg3 redraw from this absolutely hilarious moment between Karlach and Astarion, chaotic besties
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tfbquotes · 9 months
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Be Nice To Me // The Front Bottoms
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worshipmesposts · 4 months
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I just want to play.
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koroseru · 2 years
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no touching i find it disgusting
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rubiatinctorum · 4 months
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when the front bottoms said you're a werewolf and i'm a full moon and all your very worst enemies will be gone soon
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dustcommander · 1 year
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I see a lot of post on here about Steve dabbling into Eddie’s hobbies and picking up his taste in music. Which is all great. Excellent. Super awesome I love it. But where is the Eddie getting into Steve’s interests? I want Eddie and Steve at a Super Bowl party and Eddie is so into it and Steve is so smitten with him. It starts out as Steve convincing him to watch sports because “eddie you clearly like to ogle jocks” and eventually he’s all about it.
And I want Steve expanding Eddie’s taste in music because “if you only enjoy one genre of something eddie, then you have bad taste in that something.” And Eddie is obviously throughly offended that anyone could ever dare to even think to allude to him having bad taste in music that he makes it his mission to learn all Steve’s faves and that’s how they end up at a Willie Nelson concert and eddie is decked out in black fringe and black studded cowboy hat, wearing a bolo tie and he’s loudly and proudly singing along to every song and Steve is just absolutely swooning.
I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE NEAT IS ALL IM SAYING
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strawberry-pockii · 2 months
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i have never been so grabbed by a series before in my life. so take a gideon.
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hawker-the-gary · 20 days
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Wife sent me the original meme and I had to make an Aki version of it
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moplopbool · 1 year
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Hecuba and her daughters(+in law)!
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themiserablechick · 18 days
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Die your daughter
God…please forgive me
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Inspired by @starfxkr lamb!reader and @swiftiekisses “Divine Figures.”
Uses some real Bible verses and a line from one gospel song.
Slight implication of sex in like one line
I’m not sure if cross service is something many churches do but I went to one and I felt it in my bones
I also don’t know if everyone wears black in Good Friday
Um if this sucks… pretend it doesn’t!!!
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You stood and stared at a picture of Jesus that lived on the walls of Tannyhill waiting for Rafe in your black sheath dress, you were mourning.
You wanted him to say something to reach out and touch you. You tilted your head up and closed your eyes waiting for a sign when you felt a hand on the small of your back you jumped out of your skin.
“Jesus, it’s just me.” Rafe half smiled
“Hey! You hit his arm. “Don’t say the lords name in vain.” He rolled his eyes but you still scolded him
“Why aren’t you wearing black”
Rafes eyebrows scrunched “why are you?”
You turned to the picture again “because Jesus died today we’re mourning,change.”
It was Good Friday- cross services. One of the most important days in your family. Today your father would go up on a stage, relay the story of Jesus and build a cross, live in front of all of figure 8. He’s done this every year for as long as you could remember. It made you feel sick this year knowing the man your father was knowing why you were even in Tannyhill, knowing why you were with Rafe in the first place.
The men you love, full of sin
Repent
Repent
Rafe came next to you now in a black dress shirt and laid a hand on the small of your back again “we’re late, let’s go”
Your father gave the service and you sat behind him in the choir, he chopped the wood of the cross at a nauseating pace.It made you flinch, made your mind wander to unholy acts you had committed with Rafe.
Repent.
Admittedly you had zoned out for half the service but what you did pick up on was your father talking about the sacrificial lamb you only truly payed attention because he looked in your eyes.
“God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt sacrifice, my son.”
His voice booming to the more than a hundred people in the audience but he only spoke to you.He compared the lamb’s sacrifice to Jesus’ how he was crucified for our sin , so we could be pure.
He wasn’t talking to you, no it was far beyond that. He was talking about you. You were the sacrificial lamb, you were Christ. Sacrificed to the Cameron’s to pay for your families sins.
“A gift from God” your father would call you.He often compared you the story of Abraham. A miracle baby delivered from God,but you were not Abraham, you were the sacrifice. You would die on the mountain top.
You looked to Rafe in the crowd, uninterested like he always seemed in church. He didn’t understand like you, how important this all was how could he, you knew Jesus more intimately than most he consumed your waking thoughts.
Repent
Repent
Sometimes you swore you heard God.
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made.” Your head snapped up as you heard your father repeat the verse. You wondered what your own father could possibly know about God, how he could fathom “the word”
Once your father finished his service the cross was built and erected before you as you were called to sing about “the never ending overwhelming reckless love of God”
As you sang with the cross in front of you and you understood now, although you weren’t hanging from the cross this was your crucification, this was the end of your life as the preachers daughter you would become something new. You wore black on Good Friday because you were mourning but on Sunday, you will wear white and be born new.
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beauty-in-the-brkdwn · 10 months
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Contents: could be slightly ooc!Wednesday Addams, fem!gn reader for easy self placement, soft!Wednesday Addams, Wednesday has let someone else inside of her rib cage and she doesn’t know what to do, possessiveness in a way but it’s cute, Enid being Enid, Wednesday is in love (who volunteers to tell her??). I think that’s all I wanted to note. 🩶 I proofread the best I could lol.
Stain.
Well. It appears that Wednesday is in some sort of a predicament.
Y/n is always wearing a lipstick. Which wouldn’t matter. But they also have a habit of giving Wens face kisses, to which Wednesday can’t or doesn’t have time to scrub off the pigment that stains her face each time. So there she goes, walking around Nevermore Academy with a matte magenta kiss stain on the apple of her left cheek. And so on the next day, a glossy midnight blue on the right cheek. And the next day. Satin Nosferatu red on her chin dimple. Wednesday shudders when she notices. Shut up.
Can Wens stop this? Of course, obviously. She could take y/n down with one swoop. Not a fatal swoop — she does care deeply for y/n. Tell anyone that and you won’t live long enough to tell anyone anything else.
Anyway, it’s no shock to Wednesday when Enid inquires about why she allows this to happen. Wednesday sighs heavily from the Gorgon anatomy homework in front of her. “What could you possibly be talking about now, Enid?” She deadpans. Enid has been talking relentlessly for an hour. This is the only part of that that Wednesday caught. Enid shrugs and suppresses a bright, knowing grin.
“It’s just…y/n visibly litters you with kisses and you just…allow it. You wear y/n’s color of the day proudly. Do you own makeup wipes? Nay, a cleansing balm? Wait a minute—“
Suddenly feeling a slight lack of air in her brain and sensing Enid’s inevitable spiral into solving this “mystery”, Wednesday quickly squashes the she wolf’s inquisition.
“That’s quite enough, Enid, it’s dinner time now. Get out.” Wednesday closes her textbook and arises to open the door just as y/n lifts their fist to knock. Y/n has opted for an opaque black this evening. A raven black, specifically. It’s apparent that y/n is trying to kill Wednesday. She’ll have to commend y/n on that attempt later.
Wednesday blinks at her partner. “Hello, cara mia.” Y/n bounces slightly on their heels at the nickname and opts for giving the raven haired writer identical cheek kisses. “Mon cher.” Y/n purred. “Dinner?” Y/n hooked pinkies with the acutely pink-dusted Wednesday Addams — again, mention anything and die — and tugged her gently out of the room that she shares with Enid.
Enid stares at the now empty foyer as if she’s just hallucinated the entire thing.
Wednesday may…or may not…enjoy being marked so tenderly by the bubbly bat that leads her down the corridors of Nevermore. She might like it a lot, indeed.
…..Shut up.
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emporium · 1 year
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people might like your shop better if you moved out of our profile tab
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It's being changed, you can read the above link for more information.
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heartrender6 · 1 year
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hot take: i love bi steve headcanons & fan content but i think it's really important to the canon narrative that he is cishet. his acceptance and platonic love for robin drives the point that, even in the 80s, you didn't have to be queer to be accepting. it is really important to show straight allies in media, because queer teens watching the show need to know that they can (not always obviously) rely on their close cishet friends and feel comfortable around them. allies have always existed and they always will. you don't have to do this alone 💛
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rosekiller-addict · 8 months
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Evan "I'm a killer" Rosier
Barty "and I'm your best friend" Crouch Jr
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