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fractalflare · 3 months

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897 KIMIHIRO WATANUTKI ICONS / xxxHOLIC

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#watanuki kimihiro #kimihiro watanuku #xxxholic #xxxholic icons #anime icons #roleplay icons #base icons #rp icons #h. black #ec. blue #misc. glasses #g. male #they just don't animate 'em like this anymore #this only season 1 bc all the drives for the other seasons and the ova were error'ing

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pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong · 6 months

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NPMD best line deliveries

oh shit! oh fuck!! i didnt think thered be a skele'uhn here ?!? im so fucking scared of skele'uhnz!!!

dont frighten him pokey you nasssssty boy

were going to jail...and with my luck no one will even B O T H E R making me their bitch...

🐦 heyus the thing about a bãrbĕqüe...it brings folks together...from awl wawlks of laife...theyres a storhé behand everyh burrghurr...everyh kehbahhb...

but I...called God a sonofa B word...who am iaieEUGHAHuhuuuh...

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stepghost · 2 months

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#I'm being courted by my best friend's younger brother ~ I've never known such a black-hearted dog!~#mine #mangacap #manga cap #h

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psykopaths · 2 months

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chrollohearttags · 6 months

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imagine taking Reiner’s country ass on a luxury vacation for the first time in forever. Of course, farming makes him bank but he detests the idea of spending it on ‘frivolous things.’ That is until he’s watching you splash around in the most gorgeous blue waters he’s ever seen; wearing those brand new swimsuits you brought just for the occasion. Sunlight beaming down on your skin…going to dinner at a Michelin star restaurant in the island’s resort. Eating and drinking on wine and champagne so expensive, he nearly faints when he sees the price. But the greatest part of the whole trip? Is when he gets to bend you over the railing of the balcony in the five star hotel suite…hooking his fingers around your throat as he feeds you the most vicious backshots. The ripple of your ass mimicking the waves of the ocean nearby, with your pussy getting equally as wet and he simply can’t get enough. Only after ripping you out of that designer dress and insisting you leave those YSL heels on. He’s never been much for the ritzy life but this view? Might just change his mind. Money well spent in his opinion..

“Damn, I think I could get used to this..”

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ningluvr · 1 year

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　　　　　　　　　𖤐　　 ⋎　　 🦷　　 ↻ 　　 ⊹

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@v6mpcat

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undr · 9 months

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Samuel H Gottscho. Times Square at dusk, looking south from 47th Street. 1932

#samuel h gottscho #vintage #photography #black and white #street photography #art #history #black and white photography #vintage photography #1930s #new york

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huariqueje · 3 months

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Snowy caw - William H. Hays , n/d.

American,b. 1956 -

7 colour linocut reduction on paper, 12 x 9 in.

#William H. Hays #american artist #snowy landscape #snowy black raven

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i04rei · 1 year

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⧆　　 ⌅ 　　∿　　 🕰️　　⁺

⧆　　 🎞️ 　　∿　　 ⌅　　⁺

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oddwomen · 2 months

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Two women along the banks of the Loire River in Saumur, France, 1928. Photo by H. Armstrong Roberts.

#1928 #1920s #20s #black and white #vintage #vintage women #women #France #H. Armstrong Roberts

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witchthewriter · 4 months

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@perseephoneee.

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fractalflare · 3 months

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672 YUUKO ICHIHARA ICONS / xxxHOLIC

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#yuuko ichihara #ichihara yuuko #xxxholic #xxxholic icons #anime icons #roleplay icons #base icons #rp icons #h. black #ec. red #g. female

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cosmothealien358 · 4 months

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#body posititivity #fat positvity #bruce trolls #splendib centaurworld #Rose su #rose quartz #Eddie the Rocky Horror Picture Show #oluwande boodhari #ofmd oluwande #Black Pete ofmd #laszlo cravensworth #laszlo ofmd #Shoutout to non-feti$h depictions of attractive fat characters in media

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aethellren · 8 months

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TW/healed sh scars

-i will wash your hair at night

and dry it off with care

i will see your body bare

and still i will live here.

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psykopaths · 3 months

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#a e s t h e t i c #body art #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark and moody #dark academia #dark aesthetic #dark art #black tumblr #grunge art #grunge aesthetic #grungy girls #grunge #witchblr #witchcore #witches #asthetic #aesthetics #aesthetic

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rosewine-5 · 4 months

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𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝟏)

Billy the Kid x b!woc reader

Being the pastors daughter meant you had to always be on your best behavior, never stepping off the right path, walking the straight & narrow path, and her eyes towards heaven. That was until a certain outlaw rode into your life, and taught you sometimes it okay to have a taste of hell with a little bit of heaven.

AN: readers last name is Bennett.

Word count: 1.3k

Here’s the link to part 2 & part 3

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It was the same schedule: Wake up, pray, work, eat, give thank, sleep, repeat. It had been the routine for 20 years. Well, maybe just for you. The family consisted of her mother, father, 2 brothers, Michael and John, and then yourself. Father raised the 3 of you to have unwavering faith and trust in a higher power no one would see while you were still alive. In a way, if offered stability to your family, and yourself.

But it also came with rules, which in your case, sucked, especially being the only girl in the house. You weren’t allowed to go out late, while your brothers could come home as late as early morning. Your father wanted his “little girl” to be, as he said “the gem of the Bennett name” , and for the most part, you didn’t know what else to be, other than a farmer.

The town you resided in had enough fertile soil for people to grow their food, there was even a lake not too far from town with a few trees close by. You used to swim there, before some men decided to ransack the town. That night everyone met in the church since the raiders burnt the town hall to the ground. That very night the leaders of the community, including your father, all agreed to hire mercenaries to keep the town safe.

If this wasn’t desperation, you didn’t know what else it could be.

When everyone got back to the farm, you and your brothers questioned your father. His only excuse was “There are some times in which we can’t wait for God to save us”, and there was no further argument. “This is something we can’t pray our way out of, child! Maybe one day you’ll understand.” He shouted, making you shrink.

The next day you woke up early on the property and walked over the kitchen, where Michael was packing up a bag along with your other John. “What’s the occasion?” You asked. “Pa told us we’re going with him to meet the mercenaries the next town over.” Your brother, Michael said in a rushed tone, sitting down to stuff his belonging in a bag. “You never told me that.” You said, walking towards him. “Well you’re not my mother.” He said, not looking up at you. “But I am your sister, and older than you.” You added.

“By 5 minutes.” He said, smiling up at you. Your mother had given birth to you first on a winter day, and then Michael a few minutes later. You didn’t know if it was the fact you two were born on the same day or being twins, but you were closer to Mike then you were John.

“Are you two bickering again?” Your mother said, walking in. “We were just saying our goodbyes, Dove and I.” Mike said, putting on a smile and slinging his arm around your neck.

You had adopted the nickname Dove after your 10th birthday by your father. To him, the name symbolized what he wanted you to be: pure, innocent, peaceful. For the most part, you were pure, you didn’t have a choice to be anything but, being the pastors daughter and all. A part of you didn’t mind being stamped as “Holy” but that also meant you didn’t have the same freedoms or privileges you would’ve loved to have.

You were snapped oh of your train of thought when your father came from outside and called for your brothers. Three horses were already set up, belonging to them. None for you. “We’ll be back by the end of the week.” He said, kissing your mother goodbye, and then waking to you. “Best behavior, my dove, as always.” He said, kissing your forehead before riding away, your brothers behind him.

The next few days were full of chores, errands, and work. And boredom. Then came the day they were expected back, your mother stood next to you. “Penny for your thoughts, honey?” Your mom asked, making you nod. “He means the best for you.” She said, putting her hand on your shoulder, trying to stick her point. “He just doesn’t want to see you-.” “Act out of line? Have fun? Have a real life?” You interrupted, looking at her. “You know that’s not what I meant, love.” She said, putting some of the vegetables that were grown in a basket.

“Here, take this, throw them out, and get some air.” She said, basically leading you out of the room. “And honey?” Your mom called, making you look back, “We only treat you with different rules to keep you safe.” After throwing the vegetables out, you looked towards the town, and sighed. “Safe my god given ass.” You mumbled to yourself, walking towards the lake for the first time in a while.

There was a cool breeze coming from the lake, one that you took in with a content look on your face. You laid down in the grass and took a deep breath in, before closing your eyes. After a few minutes, all you could hear was the breeze blowing and the rustle of the leaves. It almost drowned out the noise from the town, as well as the noise in your head. It even almost drowned out the sound of the twig that snapped behind you. Almost.

Your head snapped behind you to see a tall slender boy leaning on a tree staring at you, a small smirk on his face. From his face alone, you could tell he wasn’t a local, you couldn’t even recognize him. You looked him over, his rough appearance a clear sign he wasn’t one to walk over. But his eyes were the most enchanting part of him. Those blue eyes drew you in like a siren to a sailor. And as much as you wanted to drown in them, you knew shook out of the trance; who is this man?

“You new around here?” You asked, breaking the silence. He looked you up and down, before meeting your eyes with a wolfish grin, chuckling to himself. “You could say that.” He said, looking deep in your eyes. “I’m Billy.” You nodded your head toward him, “Nice to meet you, Billy.” “So what’s your name, honey?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face. “I’m Bennett.” You said, holding out your hand. Billy then took your hand and then kissed it, “You must be the pastors daughter, you and your brothers have the same eyes.”

Here we go again

He then smirked to himself, “If I may, humor me Ms. Bennett.” You immediately turned back around and looked at the water, “I doubt I could make you shut up anyway, so go on ahead.” You said, making him huff out a short laugh.

“What’s a lady like you doing by herself?” Billy asked, looking over you with a curious look in his eyes. “Like myself, huh? What’s that supposed to mean, cowboy?” You asked, not looking away from the water of the lake. You then heard his footsteps get closer, and then he was right behind you.

“I thought the pastor’s girl would know it would be safer to stay close to the house of the lord, than out here with her back turned, vulnerable.” Billy said, and you could see his shadow cover your frame, making you turn around, holding your shawl closer to your body, covering your shoulders.

In the moment you turned around, his eyes didn’t hesitate to look over your face, and then your body. Billy’s eyes went down to your neck and chest, making no effort to avert his gaze. “What a beautiful ring,” He said, getting your attention,” You engaged?” “No, it’s my purity band.” You said, holding it out so he could get a better view, and hoping he would leave you alone.

Instead, you saw a new look in his eyes.

One that let you know he wouldn’t leave you alone.

Interest.

Let me know what you think, feedback is welcome!

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