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poein · 6 months
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* @vanderwoods3ns … “  how do you take your coffee?  ”
as far as austin knows, he's not prone to lucid dreaming. so why then is the serena van der woodsen herself asking how he takes his goddamn coffee ? he's grown up here in new york. he'd know who she was even if somehow, no one else did. this part of the world is new to him -- the networking ; the events. his agent sets everything up & all he has to do for a few hours is smile & act charming. easier said than done, he'd argue. the money, however, is by far the thing he finds most difficult to wrap his head around. he's been cut checks, given sponsorship deals, & he has to take a look in the mirror every time to confirm he is still himself, & he didn't somehow accidentally stumble into a picture of dorian gray situation. ( he's already made a post some years back on how instagram is conceivably a modern-day version of wilde's story. he doesn't really remember how that post went, but the irony of putting it up on instagram & it getting as many likes as it did was not lost on him then, & certainly is not lost on him now. )
" uh, " he blinks, running his hand through his hair out of habit more than necessity. austin's never truly been a morning person, but his brain seems to have short-circuited more than usual. new york's ' it ' girl. right there. goddamn. " black, " he says finally, having made fool enough of himself for now. " or really i'll drink it whatever way. " ( . . . ) " thanks. " ( . . . ) " you ? "
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ridoc · 5 months
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* @hourman … ❛ want to go for a walk and check out all the lights? ❜
there's a sharp cracking sound as ridoc dislodges himself from the curled up position he's been in for the past hour, bones protesting at the movement -- but it doesn't last long, as muscles are stretched out, relieved of any burgeoning cramps before they can begin. a glance out the window at the softly falling snow, & he smiles warmly.
" rick, if i ever say ' no ' to going out & seeing badass light displays, i've been bodysnatched. " hand on his heart, sincere. " it'll be my one tell. well, that & i'll obviously have lost all the WIT & CHARM that everyone loves. " grin bright, cheeky, sincerity gone in an instant. " wait --- should we bring some cocoa along for the journey ? "
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umrti · 10 months
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☠          @brutalcore       …       ' how long have you been standing there ? '
it is a question difficult to answer in any way that makes sense to those for whom time moves linearly & down a single path. one foot after the other, one hour after the next, days into months into years. time is a social construct. early, late, just in ----- i do not ascribe to any such notion, nor have i ever. TIME IS. TIME WILL ALWAYS SIMPLY JUST BE. i am here & now ; i am in the past ; i am in the future. i am lingering in the recesses of one's mind ; i am at the forefront of all thought. when i am there, time does not matter in the fashion people have tried to dress it up in. they have tried to carve SOLID UNDERSTANDING from something inherently impalpable. to me, time is split into two : it is your time, & it is not your time. i have little need for knowing what day in what month in what year it is. whether someone be two hours or one-hundred-&-two years makes no difference to me : i treat them all the same.
still, i know the question deserves an answer, & i give the only one i know : " S̲O̲M̲E̲ ̲ ̲T̲I̲M̲E̲.̲ " it is not a lie, & i spread my hands out palms-up before me in a gesture of what i believe to be good faith. i am not here for him, if that is his concern. my job ( if that is what it is to be referred to as ) takes me many places, & sees many faces ------- but some become more known to me ; a more regular occurrence in my line of work. i do not elaborate further. i merely stand in the shadowed doorway, lowering my previously-spread hands until they are neatly folded in front of myself. i have always been an observer - it is a part i play well, & one i slip back into with ease. " W̲H̲Y̲ ̲ ̲D̲O̲ ̲ ̲Y̲O̲U̲ ̲ ̲A̲S̲K̲ ̲ ̲?̲ "
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revevir · 3 months
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* @foamsalt : “i don’t like that look, what happened?”
nose scrunched & fair brow furrowed, slim fingers press against temple, & he stays that way - like some GROTESQUE STATUE - for a handful of moments before he blows out a breath & lifts gaze in adelaide's direction. ❛     i only made one of the most rookie mistakes,     ❜ he replies, head slumping forward as arms fold, coming to a rest on top of them, still looking at her. he knows he's being overly dramatic & this isn't as big an issue as he is making it out to be - not really an issue at all, in fact ----- but that doesn't negate the fact that to him right now in this moment, it's a harrowing ordeal. ❛     --- i forgot my film.     ❜ tone sorrowful, & he glances at the camera sitting before him, back panel open & displaying its bare insides. ❛     it's empty, fine,     ❜ a vague handwave of dismissal, ❛     but for me to not have any spare rolls ? terrible ! how can i even think about calling myself a professional if i arrive in this state !     ❜ he looks back at her, imploring. ❛     i think maybe i need a drink.     ❜ won't do anything for him, but the action in itself may help. ❛     what do you think ?     ❜
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huntvir · 7 months
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@whitelace … “ when’s the last time you had a full night’s rest? ”
he doesn't love this line of questioning, that's easy enough to admit. ( it seems unnatural to have the social expectation flipped on him - he's the sheriff. he's the one who usually does the questioning. it's not often he finds himself the one being questioned. ) sleep doesn't come that easy to him. it never really has. grabbing minutes here & there ; a half hour if lucky, forty-five minutes before he wakes again if he's really lucky.
SLEEP-MAINTENANCE INSOMNIA, they call it. he just used to refer to it as being a fitful light sleeper. still can't decide if it's good for the job or not. on one hand, it means he's always alert enough for any emergency ( though if prodded, he'd be forced to admit he cannot really recall the last emergency the town ever had ), but on the other, it means he's one well-intentioned offering of CHAMOMILE TEA away from crashing on the nearest chair. on particularly bad days, even the jail cots start to look enticing.
it's not like he can share his woes with anyone really, either --- not even a small & relatively issue-free town like storybrooke would want to know their sheriff runs on PIXY STIX sugar, & copious amounts of strong coffee. ( the fact that he has not yet fallen victim to a badly-timed sugar & caffeine crash is nothing short of a miracle, really. ) graham musters up a smile at valerie's question - clearly he hadn't hid the yawn behind his hand as well as he'd thought. “ oh, i'm fine, ” he tells her, dodging the query with a sort of practiced elegance. “ regina just had me up late looking into something, & granny makes the best coffee in town. ” he lifts his near-empty cup as if to reiterate his point, & finishes what's left. “ that . . . & where else in town is open at seven in the morning ? ”
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villiedoom · 6 months
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[Water to Ice]
Purifying, freezing, sleeping. Allowing the process to happen. Both in pain and comfort; bleeding. Transformation.
Winter is coming.
Ane is changeable. In the spring the blood will return to him ~
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Personal artwork of my character Ane.
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venomgaia · 5 months
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in the maw of the ouroboros in the maw of the ouroboros in the maw of the ouroboros
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polar-equinoxx · 1 year
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Presenting a dump of sorts!
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poein · 6 months
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* @ourcarvedsins … “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”
yeah, he knows. some take it better than others --- but it's almost always mentioned. he's been assured it's never for long, nor is it anything particularly interesting ( if, indeed, they can keep up with what he's saying at all ), but it's still a habit he's been trying to kick. he's tried giving up caffeine after midday ; no smoking after seven pm ; no electronics after nine ; switching meds & changing doses . . . but to little success. there's a clattering from his kitchen, the thud of a toe colliding with something on the floor, a half-swallowed yelp & a strained fuck !, & austin appears, two cups in his hand. " yeah ? " he hands na-eun the cup closest, & takes a seat to sip his own. " did i say anything good ? "
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littledoggyboy · 3 months
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So like. A guy fingered me SUPER HARD last night and ofc I bled again but Holy Shit he said “I’m already in there” and when I started apologizing he just. Fucking finger blasted me until I couldn’t form coherent words and by the end his hand looked like he fuckinf killed someone.
But anyways he has a theory
He said that since I’ve never been like actually fucked by like a dick or a strap that my hymen hasn’t ever properly broken, it just gets torn and heals every time I get fingered rough.
So naturally he’s coming over on Sunday to fuck me with his strap. You know, to solve the problem
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moonshynecybin · 29 days
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kinda drunk as well lol what do you think the grid drinks
hello fellow warrior i have decided to limit myself to the denizens of the VR46 Academy for Saving Professional Athletes’ Relationships with Their Fathers. ummm no concrete stance here but i think celestino would love raspberry lambic casually but get a fucking. vodka red bull at the club. luca gin and tonic EASY. bezz whiskey ginger or tequila. pecco a negroni that he DOESNT LIKE. franky one of those microbrew IPAs that tastes like peanut butter or smth wacky. mig slays with a marg.
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hyacinthecanard · 7 months
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Posting this WIP to force myself to finish it! Truly I love to suffer by making overly complicated illustrations.
Does this scene need another fanart? No, there's already plenty cool ones. But I'll still do mine.
At first it was for a silly elements bending AU but honestly, I might be too lazy to try to paint ice.
Any comments before I start to render it ? :))
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pollyna · 8 months
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This two prompts are the difference between 86/87!Mav going to the future and getting to be fucking feral over the fact he married Iceman and they have a life and he can finally get to have a taste of it vs. Mav just post having pulled Bradley's papers, feeling confused and sure that if Goose was still alive he would have done right by his kid just to wake up the morning of the 29 of July and actually saving him, to go to bed that same night with his best friend alive and well, just to get back to his future and discover that all he knew is now different and the person sleeping at his side isn't Tom. Because hell to the consequences, the important thing is that Goose is alive. Isn't it?
prompt from the discord (top gun: 1986), by @seresuns
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j0dis · 2 years
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*          @destorys​     …     ❝ in dark days like this, we need some- something to believe in. ❞  
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❛    that’s  what  i’ve  been  saying  !     ❜  pupils  blown,  jodi’s  mouth  stretches  into  a  wide  &  enthusiastic  grin.  ❛    reagan’s  like  this  DARK  GODDAMN  CLOUD  over  everything.  like,  forgive  us  for  trying  to  find  joy  in  something,  even  if  it’s  kinda  stupid.  like,  okay  ---     ❜  she’s  clambering  up  into  the  nearest  vantage  point,  trying  to  meet  xyr  eye-level.  ❛    do  i  really  think  elvis  faked  his  death  ?  hell  no,  but  i’m  sure  as  hell  gonna  read  everyone’s  supposed  first-hand  encounters  with  him,  &  all  their  ‘  evidence  ’.     ❜  a  nod,  self-satisfied.  ❛    mothman,  though  ?  he’s  real,  no  doubt  about  it.  why  else  would  that  bridge’ve  collapsed  ?  also,  the  men  in  black.  the  government’s  up  to  some  weird  shit,  [  REDACTED  ].    ❜
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solidwater05 · 7 months
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... misery...
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itsbrucey · 4 months
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wanna draw the dad's bullying my OC Dulcie. Not in an actually mean way but the way they treated Doug. Because that's fun
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