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pespillo · 5 months

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have u guys slayed any princesses lately

#slay the princess #stp #stp spoilers #samsa´s art stuff #this game is my new coke now but ive been talkimn abt it more on main #but if you havent watched or played it yet... just go.. do that...#ITS A REALLY GORY GAME AT TIMES SO BE WARNED

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thegroovyarchives · 11 months

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1985 Coca-Cola Cherry Coke Promotional Advertisement (via: The Coca-Cola Co.)

#vintage ad #vintage food & drink #vintage packaging #Coca-Cola #Cherry Coke #80's design #80's #1985

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yodaprod · 9 months

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1986

#cherry coke #coca cola #1980s #80s #80's #1986

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vhs-80 · 10 months

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Mark Castellitto, from Illustrators XXX: The Society of Illustrators Thirtieth Annual of American Illustration (1989)

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#retro 80's #80's #vhs power graphics #80's art #retro 80s #80's ad #80s #coca cola #coke

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thatsmyaestheticbitch · 1 year

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refreshing

#coke #coca cola #anime #anime aesthetic #vaporwave #vaporwave aesthetic #chillwave #chillwave aesthetic #a e s t h e t i c #japan #japanese #japanese aesthetic

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someotherthingsanstuff · 7 months

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90's who was wild and weird.

#doctor who #classic doctor who #doctor who fan art #classic who #doctor who art #ace mcshane #dr who #fan art #virgin new adventures #7th doctor #sylvester mccoy #lisa bowerman #bernice summerfield #dweu #doctor who eu #RTD had the doctor do coke an just shoot the villain.#90's who was wild and weird #photomanipulation

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misforgotten2 · 5 months

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“IT’S A TRAP!”

National Geographic Magazine December 1963

#1963 #santa #santa claus #coca cola #coke #vintage ad #advertising #advertisement #vintage ads #Christmas ad #Vintage Christmas #Christmas #1960s #1960s ad #1960's ad #funny #humor

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asurrogateblog · 3 months

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devastated that I will never be able to read the unpublished pink floyd book that they prevented from being released because it would quote "reveal certain indiscretions"

#like...what could that even mean we already know they were all cheating on their wives and doing coke #i need to go back to the library and find the passage i read about this in (in one of the books that did finally get published)#the not-book was from the mid-70's i think. by a guy who followed them around while they were on tour and took detailed notes #which. i cant believe they tolerated in the first place.... or the author tolerated.#pink floyd

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lovedeltaa · 3 months

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heartbreaking: the worst people you know are now small and cute

#oc arte #vile coke #oc; ellie duvall #oc; malik duvall #oc; michael duvall #michael is their older half sib who has effectively gone MIA #in their pov at least #he's not beating the dude named michael in the 80's allegations #dudes who stare at a wall and listen to dark side of the moon #dudes who sit in their 1966 mustang in silence

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leonwifey · 2 years

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hello! i've just found your blog but totally think your works are really beautiful! As your requests are open, can I ask for some angst? (if you don't feel like it, feel free to ignore) Like Leon and reader are happily married but she can't help but feel like Ada is still on his mind (maby he murmurs her name while having a nightmare or is too eager when someone says even a word abt her). Happy ending or not, just whatever you feel comfortable with. Thank u in advance!

"𝑯𝑬𝑹 " — there is no use in getting her off leon’s mind.

˚୨୧ genre — angst

˚୨୧ word count — 1,203

˚୨୧ note — WOW... as an aeon lover and supporter, this was painful to write!! i ate the request up though. maybe i just love making our dear reader miserable. anyways, thank you for requesting!! i had so much fun. i also wrote this with RE6 leon/ada in mind because they are very married in that game. and for everyone else here for the pain, my requests are open!

There is this thing that likes to consume you and your thoughts. It lives to eat at your mind and all of the parts that keep you sane. There is this thing that squeezes you in unyielding doubt like a snake, strangling you with insecurity. It is a thing shrouded in alluring mystery and temptation, you can only wish that it had been a dream all along. Even when you try your damndest to place it away, hidden in a dark room at the deepest depths of your mind, that woman will always be there lurking.

There is a certain Ada Wong.

And it seems she likes to live in Leon’s mind, too.

The moment Leon returned from his mission in China, things immediately felt out of place. You had felt the chill the second he stepped into the house and dropped his bags. A chaste kiss at your temple and nothing more. Left stunned and speechless in the dimly lit hallway, you felt like a stranger in your own home as you watched your husband make an immediate march into your shared bedroom.

You told yourself that he was tired. Leon saw things beyond your imagination, felt emotions you could never endure, erased faces you’d never meet. Those hands had done the unspeakable and still did you make a promise to have and to hold them forever. You knew all too well that the world he lived in was just nowhere near the one you did. Some things were meant to stay unknown. Yet desperately so, you had wanted to believe in him. To believe that it was merely pure exhaustion that loomed over him and hid beneath his heavy eyelids.

Not the ghostly memory of a love he had lost countless times.

Reunited in the bedroom, you found Leon lying on his back with his arm draped across his face. It seemed that he was still awake, you watched his bare chest rise and fall slowly. This was something you’d seen before, nothing of his was unfamiliar to you anymore. Some nights would be quieter than others, filled with loud thoughts and moonlight. Silently, you crawl back into bed without a word.

A shift in the bed, a toss and a turn, a heavy sigh. Familiar warmth crept beneath your shirt and hooked itself around your stomach, pulling you closer and snug against a beating chest. You felt his lips linger near the shell of your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down to your shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, fingers searching for yours underneath the duvet.

“It’s okay,” You didn’t make an effort to move, deciding to shut your eyes instead. “Just get some rest, baby. You’ve had a long trip.”

Thinking that that was the closing curtain, you were surprised to be turned around and face the man you had been missing for months. Even in the dark could you see the way those misty blue eyes shimmered. Leon had a face you could never tire from, one that would follow you to the end. You could never be angry at such a face.

“Can’t sleep?” You offered lamely, unsure of what to make of the look he gave you.

You watched as he studied you, for a moment before releasing an exhale. Your hands slipped out of his arms to play with the strands of blonde that had long grown since the last time you had seen him. At your touch, he dipped his face into the crook of your neck. “I missed you like crazy, sweetheart. Couldn’t sleep much without you.”

“You poor thing,” You coo, running your fingers through his hair. “I bet you couldn’t sleep on that plane to China.”

He lets out a dry laugh, tickling you with his stubble. “Yeah, you have no idea.”

“I'm just glad you’re home. Finally.”

“Mhm,” Leon lets out a small yawn, almost resembling a tired puppy. “I love you. You know that?”

You twirl a strand of his hair around your finger, pulling your nose against his. “I think I know more than you’ll ever know.”

“Hey,” His nose nudges you sleepily. “Say it back.”

You laughed softly, biting your lip at having his playfulness back. “I love you, too.”

After the two of you had shared a few laughs and drowsy stories of your time without your other half, you were finally able to bask in the peaceful silence. Finally, were you able to sleep happily, wrapped in the strong arms of your lover in a bed that would no longer remain cold. Smiling at the reassuring sound of Leon’s soft snoring, you slowly wiggled your arm out of his embrace to stretch your hand out in front of you.

In the quiet bedroom with only the moon’s light serving as your night light, you wiggled your fingers in a silly dance. You watched bashfully at how the moonlight caught onto the stone on your fourth finger, a shimmering beacon of hope. Turning your hand in every direction, you were enchanted at the silver band’s lone twinkle in the darkness, a sight almost much like you.

What rested on your finger was meant to serve as a promise, a symbol of endless days filled with love and sacrifice, an unbreakable key towards forever. And you were so supposed to be happy.

A low murmuring takes you away from your thoughts. Lowering your hand, you listened carefully, wondering what your husband could be dreaming about. His mumbles had never been hard to decipher, you knew the agent too well. After all, Leon was your husband. Yet you felt your heart crumble when you had realized that what might have been Leon’s dream, was your nightmare.

“Ada…” He groaned, eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t leave.”

Frozen in his hold, you didn’t know what to do. Of course, you had heard of this certain Ada before. It was hard to escape the subject when at times you’d hear stories from Chris or mentions of her during calls with Hunnigan. Leon would always seem too eager when it came to her.

That woman had always been some sort of mystery to you. You wondered about the beauty she held, the circumstances in which she met your husband, how she fell in love with him. Ada Wong was a piece of Leon’s story you will never be able to uncover.

The thought frustrated you, annoyingly enough. That there would always be another woman sitting in the backburner of your husband’s mind. Someone who had seen parts of him you would never witness, someone who he offered his heart so willingly to. Although Leon promised to choose you as his for eternity, you couldn’t help but wonder if in another life, Ada would be his.

With a heavy heart and a sigh, you stroked Leon’s head with a shaky hand. Your eyes studied every feature of his face, every detail that you could call yours. Were they Ada’s, too? In the midst of your sleepless night, you listened to the lonely beat of your heart. All you could do was sooth away his aches and fears, holding him close as his body shook.

“It’ll be okay,” You sorrowfully whispered. “I promise, Ada is okay.”

#GOOD MORNING ANGST FOR BREAKFASR AND DIET COKE #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #LOLLLLL the second half is obviously rushed.. i'm sorry this is just terrible but i've been working on it for dayssss

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notasoupcompany · 3 months

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coca cola ad, 1963

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marsconer · 1 year

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i never understood the hatred people have for criston cole. all his actions make perfect sense. like condemn them all you want, i do too but it doesn’t warrant the hatred. i’m a show only, so im not talking about book!criston. but rhaenyra used her position and his admiration for her to “get some”, ( which i understand since she was just abandoned in a pleasure house by her uncle who is grooming her and probably feeling bad about it but still, i don’t think she even understands that he cannot fully consent ) so when she says it’s not that serious to him, he was probably already feeling guilty ( shouldn’t have murdered joffrey, i admit ) but like he says it himself that white cloak is the only thing he has to his name and princess privilege rhaenyra doesn’t understand how there’s something more important than her to someone. because the greatest privilege in the world fell on her the minute she was born and she doesn’t understand that he could suffer serious consequences and at most she would get a slap on the wrist. in that scene he’s not just asking for her to run away with him, he’s grasping at straws to avoid feeling violated and used. he looks desperate, he’s talking nonsense. his fucked up view of women is just part of living in an extremely patriarchal society.