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thatsashitplan · 4 months
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I know Katie Mcgrath is like the most accepted fan cast for Lady Loki (I think?) but may I propose,, Phoebe Waller-Bridge as Loki
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I wanted to write something creative here but literally forget everything when I look at this. My god.
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randomshyperson · 1 year
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AM I SUPPOSE TO BE OKAY AFTER THOSE???
I NEED MILF WANDA IDEAS SOMEONE SEND ME IDEAS PLEASEEE
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Priest getou and nun reader or villager reader....(anything other than the word both isnt acceptable...😡😡😡 /j) -🪄
🪄 ANON I SEE YOU AND YOU RAISE A VALID POINT but please consider…… priest!geto and non-believer!reader.
like… imagine. you just happen to waltz into a church one day. you don’t believe in god, you aren’t interested in praying, but you’re exploring a new town and the church is pretty and you figure it could be a nice way to burn time.
you enter the building to find that a sermon is taking place. a priest is speaking to the few rows of people listening; it’s a fairly small church, but paintings and sculptures and beautiful cathedral glass give it a sense of mystique that you’re drawn to. so you take a seat and halfheartedly listen, not praying like the rest, not singing along to the hymns… you stick out like a sore thumb, but hey, it’s not as if anyone is paying attention.
except someone is, and it happens to be the priest that was holding the sermon just a second ago. the same one you spent most of your time oogling once the paintings started to bore you, because he’s so pretty for a priest. beautiful long black hair, amber eyes, sharp facial features, pretty hands — and the smoothest, silkiest voice you’ve heard in your life. like a sun-soaked bundle of lillies.
… also, his cassock is just a little too tight of a fit to tear your eyes away from.
you stick around a little longer once most people have left, just scrolling on your phone and basking in the quiet, and that’s when he approaches you. he jokingly tells you that it’s always obvious when a non-believer enters a place of worship, but he’s not mad; only amused. you end up chatting a bit about your beliefs, he’s a lot more chill than you expected, and…. well. he’s just really, really charming.
so maybe you end up coming back the week after. maybe his smile is a bit like a spider’s web. maybe it becomes a kind of routine to speak to him after his sermons; you still don’t sing along to the hymns or spend any time on prayers, and he still finds it funny. maybe once in a while you end up liking a paragraph from the scripture he’s reciting, and he’s always more than happy to discuss it with you. but mostly you’re there for him. for your chats, for standing outside and badgering him about how contradictory the old testament is while he smokes and listens with an amused grin.
rain hits the ground with a steady rhythm, earthy tobacco floods your veins, spiders by the ceiling weave a web of dew, and his presence is a little more intoxicating than you think is appropriate.
suguru just… isn’t a very orthodox priest. he only believes about a tenth of what the bible says, he has his own view of god, his own thoughts on worship. he smokes. he may or may not occasionally manipulate church-goers into donating money so he can invest in another overpriced painting. you once ask him if there are any bodies in the basement you should know about, and he answers that any self-respecting priest wouldn’t conduct their blood rituals in the basement of their own church. he knows how to pick locks. he tells you once, very quietly, that he doesn’t believe man was created in god’s image. there’s a look in his eyes that you don’t comment on.
he’s funny. charming. pleasantly suspicious. your conversations are enjoyable for the both of you, and eventually the edges of his cedar eyes begin to crinkle the slightest bit whenever you walk into his field of vision. sometimes he eyes your lips for a little too long, and a honeyed irony seeps into his grin when you call him out on it. he asks you if you’re tempting him on purpose, and you shrug. whatever exists between you remains unspoken.
one day, he tells you that he believes it was god who sent you to him. you furrow your brows and protest with a mutter reminding him of your beliefs, how you believe in free will, how you waltzed into his church out of your own volition. no one else’s.
he only smiles, and flicks the butt of his cigarette. you think he remains unconvinced.
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mishwanders · 7 months
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Tav: I want to fuck a cleric
Gale: I understand. Do you really want to fuck a cleric or do you want to fuck god?
Tav: Can you fuck god?
Gale: Oh yes
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selfship-quotes · 1 month
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S/I: I wanna fuck a priest.
Platonic F/O: Catholic?
S/I: Yes.
Platonic F/O: A good one?
S/I: Yes.
Platonic F/O: Looks good in the... uhm?
S/I: Mmmm yes.
Platonic F/O: I understand..... do you really want to fuck the priest or do you want to fuck God?
S/I: .... Can you fuck God?
Platonic F/O: Oh yes.
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riotinyellow · 7 months
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I hate when I'm reading fanfic of a non-american show, and the author makes the main character american. like no, please stop. americans belong in american media and nowhere else. I would even argue it's inhuman to put Americans in a non-native habitat like derry girls
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dmsr-art · 1 month
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Concept: John Gaius so viscerally lonely he tells Harrow all about Earth and Catholicism in the hopes of feeling less insane about being the one person left who remembers all this. It doesn't work, but it does make her a little interested in actual Catholic nuns, which leads to John importing a habit for her to wear....and a rosary not made of human bones.....and a confessional for him to eat her out in in her new outfit c:
AUGH YES ANON.... THIS IS GOOD...
john would have to take a moment it's all too much for him (he gets so hard it makes him nauseous)
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mischievovstar · 1 year
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james "i love you" potter and sirius "it'll pass" black
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orchardsinsnow · 6 months
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Oh, nothing, just sitting here thinking about the fact that these two never even used one another’s names. Maybe never asked. And like why is that a thousand times more intimate somehow.
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dykefever · 1 year
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okay in fleabag the fourth wall breaks are a metaphor for dissociation yes i will agree with that but i don’t see people talk about how it’s also her performing for an audience - she is using this imagined audience in order to feel seen and heard in a way she isn’t in her real life, a way for her to validate herself through the lens of others and when hot priest calls her out on it it’s because he is actually!!! seeing her!! and when they’re having sex it’s the first time she pushes that audience away and refuses to perform she is present in that real life moment and being seen etc by hot priest. i’d argue that the dissociation goes hand in hand with that performance like she dissociates in order to perform for an imagined audience and also i think that other interpretation of the fourth wall breaks are valid i don’t think there’s one complete and total explanation/answer as to what they mean. much like in real life our coping mechanisms are often used in response to a multitude of situations/traumas and can represent multiple things about our psyche !! anyway just wanted to share my thoughts
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rainbowcarousels · 5 months
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It's been a year in the waffling, but there will be a new chapter of I'm in a Mood for You coming likely tomorrow. I also decided to rename it because I just constantly call it the stranger things AU anyway also the ever crisis au but tbf this predates ever crisis.
If you've ever wanted an outlook into Genesis's upbringing, this might satisfy some of that because I chose his foster mother for this chapters POV.
Preview:
Determined to find out what was happening, Celeste opened the door to the kitchens swiftly and without preamble and was confronted by – a girl? There was a girl in the house? Perhaps that discussion about girls and boys and the things they do should be more of a priority if there was a strange girl in the house. She didn’t want to come home to any more permanent surprises and Genesis wasn’t known for controlling his impulses, so why would urges be any different. She just didn't know urges would be a problem so quickly. “Would someone care to explain why we appear to have a visitor?” Celeste crossed her arms. “You know Angeal,” Genesis shrugged, gesturing towards Angeal as if he had anything to do with her question. “He’s always here.” “Being smart-mouthed will not help your case,” Celeste huffed. “Would you prefer I was stupid-mouthed?” Genesis asked. "That seems very counterintuitive to me being smart because my mouth is part of me." Celeste was almost sure she heard Angeal mutter something about it being most of him. She'd have liked to tell him off for it if it weren't largely true. “Genesis, I am tired, I am wet and I am on my very last nerve.”
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dailyfigures · 1 year
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I think proportionate barbie is so funny kinda like handsome squidward I just imagine she can switch into that faceplate at will for comedic effect
oh my god anon call greta gerwig they need to add that to the barbie movie
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freddos616 · 7 months
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zxtryingxz · 3 months
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Re-watching Dead Poets Society or Fleabag is my Scylla and Charybdis
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peachieprompts · 2 years
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Dialogue Prompt #253
“There is so much love inside of me and I have nowhere to put it.”
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