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soloh · 2 years
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I do love how, somehow, on this site which has a user base that for the most part has steadily declined for the last 8 or so years, and probably has a very, very small active NZ user base, I've accidentally curated a circle of kiwi mutuals who all just reblog from each other and sometimes reply to each other's posts. I didn't even know some of y'all lived in NZ until you mentioned it in a personal post or dropped contextual comments in tags, and we all still managed to accidentally find each other regardless. Amazing.
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kisses4kaia · 16 days
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im begging you on my knees sobbinggg to write pussy drunk billy that loses control at the mere smell or touch of us  😩😩
ur so real for this . billy the mutha fuckkin kid the man u are — also ur patience is so appreciated baby💕
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“please, darlin’. i’ll be fast, i promise, i just—i just need you so bad right now. please, angel, just this once?” billy breathes against your neck in between kisses. “billy…” you sighed out, a near groan as you tried to press some distance between the two of you. he doesn’t even regard your attempt before he’s pushing you back onto the grimy bathroom wall.
“i have to get back,” you tried to reason, but as billy’s calloused hands ran up your thighs to hike up your little linen dress, you couldn’t really remember what it was you needed to get back to. “drivin’ me crazy out there, don’t you know? with that way you touch my hair, or the way you hook your fingers through my belt loops. goin’ fuckin’ insane, ‘cause of you,” his hands make quick work of his belt and buttons and zipper as you subconsciously pull your own panties to the side.
he bites his lower lip to contain a smile at your needy state; knowing you longed for him making him want you that much more.
“i’ll be quick, baby.” he promised, spitting in his hand and stroking himself gently before letting his cock slip past your slick folds and inside of you.
there’s an apprehension that is left unspoken as you and billy hasten to your climaxes, his hand dropping from your hip to circle his roughened thumb pad against your puffy clit as his thrusts sped up and fell desperate to lust. “come on now, you gonna come for me or what? i wanna feel you, angel. go on, then. come for me, darlin’,” his gruff voice reverberated against all five of your senses, sending you over the edge with a choked gasp, a long since held in moan breaking through. “shh, baby. they’ll hear you all the way in montreal, you know that,” he said, smirking through his words, pleased at the effect he has on you.
it only took a few more thrusts before he was groaning and gasping and whimpering in your ear, head pressed to the crook of your neck. he pulled out and painted white ribbons over your stomach, dress pulled up and exposing your lower abs.
“so good for me. always such a fuckin’ doll. ‘ll keep you forever, what do you think about that?” your mind is barely unclouding as you nod, murmuring a little ‘uh huh’, pulling billy in for one last kiss before he goes away. grabbing the bandana out of his back denim pocket, he cleans the mess off of you and leaves with a kiss to your cheek, and a little, frisky, gentle, smack to your ass.
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samanthamulder · 8 months
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Whatever you and I may differ on, I'll find him, Agent Scully. THE X-FILES — 8.02 "Without"
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libertatias · 9 months
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sam drake + assorted text posts
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jamietwat · 2 months
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Roy actively having a stress reaction and being noticeably weird about his phone after sending a risky text (he literally just sent Jamie something that was too nice to not be embarrassing, but now Jamie has evidence that he said it)
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merge-conflict · 1 month
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I have a weakness for making the same mistakes.
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macadam · 1 year
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Do you think when trucks sleep they go honk shoo
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possumkingluca · 9 months
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so during one of my many rewatches of honor among thieves, during the scene with Marlamin I put something together that I didn't before
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SHE FOUND ANOTHER !!!!!!
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willowser · 9 months
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the idea of ua teacher bakugou honestly makes me so sad, because you have to consider the possibility of him not making it to the end as a hero which !! is heart-breaking !!
but at the same time — there is something really cathartic i think about him growing up and growing out of measuring his worth by being number one, by being the best. and i like to think of him as a grumpy professor !! a bit like aizawa !! or him keeping a close eye on the shy, quiet students, watching out for them and always there to bully them (affectionate) along their path . or for him to be an all might to someone, a young kid that looked up to dynamight in his hay-day, now getting to follow directly under his lead.
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eau-the-agony · 5 months
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My favourite little thing in House of Leaves is when Zampanò makes an incorrect comment about a bible verse, which Johnny corrects with something which is also wrong, which is then further incorrected by the editor
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koddlet · 3 months
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hey uh do you have any advice for getting into zine making? especially like the kind of multimedia/collage ones? idk i think they're cool and i maybe want to start making some but i dont know how to start
start with scraps! receipts, tickets, offcuts, etc. takes the pressure off a bit. my first collage zine was put together with receipts and packaging cutouts! it was just about my groceries
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you could do something like that. orrr collect some bits and bobs to cut/tear some shapes and stick them onto the pages. very simple but it could be a way to try out different ways of securing them, like using stitch, staples, tape. most of the time its to get a fun effect, but also glue isn't always enough. like i had to sew the netting in the 2nd image ^
tbh i find it kinda hard to give advice with multimedia/collage because for me, it's very much just jumping straight into it. if i think about it too much i get Extremely caught up in details and it's not fun, but you might work better with more planning! also don't be scared to rip or cover something if it's not working. done that many times 👍
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fairyroses · 1 year
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— SMALLVILLE, “Reaper” (1.17) & “Tempest” (2.01) 
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kaladinkholins · 2 months
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blue eye samurai's themes of racial/cultural hybridity is so ingrained into its narrative that it's even prevalent in the way the story is told.
it's set in edo japan but the character design of its protagonist, mizu, is inspired by western cowboys like clint eastwood. cowboys are also its own subculture in a way in modern japan, as many japanese people today are nerds about westerns and the wild west the same way americans today are nerds about anime and japanese culture.
the story is steeped in historical and cultural setting of japan in the 1600s, full of nuances and details* to reflect that, yet its script is originally written and dubbed entirely in english, which is why the dialogue and speech and mannerisms match how americans talk and not how japanese people talk.
* in regards to the historical detail, i am ignoring the historical inaccuracies present in the show for the sake of this post because it's not entirely relevant. though i guess you could also say that it's a hollywood-ification of a foreign culture. but it's not like japanese cinema and media depicting other cultures are very faithful and accurate representations either.
even the medium and genre itself. it's an animated show based in japan with japanese characters, but it's not a japanese anime. its inspired by japanese films like lady snowblood, but also by american films inspired by japanese films, like kill bill.
like. it's japanese but it's also so intrinsically american. it's fascinating.
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shinelikethunder · 1 year
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kinda fascinated by the mechanics of SPN 4x03 In the Beginning as a time travel episode, not in terms of paradoxes or scifi handwaving but just. narrative structure. because there's a thing that happens in some time travel stories, of hitting a point where you just... sit back. disengage from the stakes. let it wash over you. because on some level you've realized they've broken the timeline so definitively that there HAS to be a reset button coming.
and 4x03 edges further and further into this territory, as people find out things they shouldn't know and then the bodies start dropping. and finally the demon snaps John Winchester's neck and you're like "ok. cool. clearly a bunch of this never happened and is going to be put back." because it'd be unthinkable to keep it, right? that's just - not what HAPPENS. it makes everything that WILL happen impossible. it cannot stand.
except it does. all of it happened. none of it will be made to unhappen. if any of it gets reversed, it won't be by time-travel fuckery but by other, more desperate measures.
and the final effect this produces is to put the viewer in Mary's shoes. when the demon tells her that for just one of these things, the unthinkable one, the one that pushed the entire universe irreparably out of alignment, she CAN have a reset button, and the deal won't even cost her soul... that's when it fully sinks in. that THIS is "the beginning," and the rest of the carnage we've just witnessed had been the backdrop to it all along. that by the time Mary agrees to the deal that seals the family curse, we've already been led to understand why it could never have been otherwise. that the magnitude of her grief in that moment has been made OUR grief, our denial, our disorientation at a universe shaken loose from its rightful axis, our shocked and bewildered protectiveness over what could've - should've - must've - been.
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abbynx · 10 months
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Call me
Gavril from the Bubo Series Fanfic
Riddled with thoughts you've kept suppressed come spilling out in the middle of the night.
Gender neutral.
The Bubo Series is by partuulla, go support them! 💝✨ Also. I fear that Gav might be OOC and for that, I am so sorry.
That night, you maybe would have died if you slept like a log throughout a break-in even after a tiring day. Painless death, with no trace of your body, perhaps not even a sign of struggle. Police investigation may come to conclusions that you might have ran away but then again, that would be a questionable disappearance as you really showed no signs of of such. Your belongings intact (except for maybe the foods in your fridge), through texts you never really showed any hints. Neighbors and co-workers wouldn't even know where you went, nor would your loved ones.
You'd be plastered in thumbnails of exploitative True Crime shows. If you hadn't crept down the stairs and swung your bat at the first thing you saw, then yes, you would have died too. There was just about plenty ways for you to die that night and thankfully you had taken the right steps to keep your life. Gavril could kill you but for some reason, he didn't.
Reason in which you can only assume to attaching himself to the first person who shows the barely barest minimum of human kindness. You have no recollection by which you had expressed hints of being interested with him, you were just trying to survive and live another day.
"You really are lonely"
Back then, you mentally scoffed at the statement. 'Projection much?' you thought. You don't even know where he pulled that from, aside from the man himself... Only to have that confirmation upon conversing with him further.
Suddenly, you were in a relationship that would put your middle school relationship to shame. Neck-break pace of getting in a relationship, that's a new record, Disney Princesses could never. It felt like being a hostage for fuck's sake, what would have happened if you rejected him? Knowing nothing about him but his first name (not even his full name), favourite food, some of his hobbies that isn't larceny, has a friend rat, and he travels a lot. Well, you came to know more about him when you reached out to him via texts, which he was quick and particularly eager to reply.
There was this lingering thought of calling the police on him after he had given his number to you. Give his contact detail to the authorities and let them have him. But you didn't. You had the choice not to talk to him, but you did and in fact, they were highlights of your days. The Pavlovian effect it had instilled within you was just pathetically laughable in your eyes, how you'd perk up at the notification coming from your phone. Not to be a stupid romantic cliché nut, but he brings a warm tug on your cheeks when you can't help but smile with every texts. Cringe, but true. You were starting to wonder whether he saw through you when he said you were lonely or it was sheer projection and you were just being a crazy defensive bitch.
But in all this, there's this nagging voice at the back of your head. What the fuck is this relationship?What does 'not roomates' even mean? He calls you darling, but what if that is just him being friendly and referring to friends with terms of endearment? Like you've thought before, you have barely expressed something remotely close to romantic that night but at the same time, he seems to be the type to get attached so fast with the show of the minute show of the bare minimum of being a decent fucking person. What if it is just friendship he wants? You want nothing more but the clarity of the boundaries of your relationship in fear of overstepping or making him uncomfortable. It is why you have been holding back no matter how playful he is with flirtations.
You've had previous relationship experiences that had made you this... Wary. Out of defense, you always kept that annoying nagging paranoia on your mental bedside table to protect yourself or the other person from the inevitable heartbreak. This is unabashedly so middle school relationship-coded, you have no idea why you continue to indulge this at this age, were you really trying to achieve a new low? You have nothing against Gavril... Okay, maybe you do, the man did try to eat you, it is justified, but water under the bridge (sort of), but other than that, he is just a bit of a recluse and withdrawn from certain topics.
Whenever you'd ask for clarifications of what your relationship is, he would often swerve the topic away. It was painfully obvious how he doesn't want to address it. In one month you knew him, maybe he does not know either or maybe there is nothing at all in this relationship but he is afraid to answer. You learned not to further upset him by allowing him to change the subject and it has always been that way. You are well-aware that it's a red flag, his refusal to communicate but did that sway you away from him? Barely.
We need to talk.
I need you to be serious.
You are well-aware how much these words can be anxiety-inducing and would immediately hold his attention with no cutesy emojis indicated. At first you didn't exactly know why you wanted to know until you texted him. It wasn't to confirm any of your paranoia and hurt yourself in the process, you genuinely want to fix it... Keep him longer. At least there's some growth, the old Y/N would have done this with the intent being the former. Old Y/N would set up the trap, and if they didn't like what they heard, they're pushing the person away before they could feel hurt.
Yes?
Eager as ever, he was always quick to reply.
What are we exactly?
To him, it was unprompted for the day, to be fair, it had always been a question which lingered every time you talked with him. You just wanted an answer, why can't he answer it? It's not like you were asking for too much, you just wanted to know. How serious does he want this to be?
Not roommates 😅
It took him longer to reply, considering his icon had been bouncing for a few moment that you'd assume he already has at least a paragraph ready. This would have made you smile, but today was different.
I'm serious Gavril.
For a moment you were struck with guilt. Were you selfish to put him in such an uncomfortable position right now? Maybe there is a reason he does not want to answer— no... Communication is key, and you need to know at least an inkling of how he feels to know how to proceed.
Here's another one, why do you always avoid this question? I just want to know so we know how to talk about this.
I honestly don't know
Can I call?
Go ahead
Almost immediately his contact appeared on your notification tab, ringing incessantly. Upon answering, you can hear all sorts of background noises on his end, most of them being the motors of vehicles.
"I hope it's not an inconvenience that I called, but I don't think I can text what's on my mind." His voice was clear despite the city noises you can hear from his end.
"All good."
For a moment he stumbles, pausing momentarily in search for words and gather his thoughts. "I don't know what are we honestly. I always thought that we're... Ya know... A thing," again with the vagueness, but you let him continue. "But then you started asking 'what are we', I also started to question that and I can't really return the question around since you're also confused... I... I just don't know how to, y'know, start a conversation about it. I always thought that if we don't talk about it, it would be fine." Uncertainty was in his voice as he rambled, sighing by the end of it. "Why are you asking?"
"I didn't want to assume what our relationship is. I want to avoid overstepping some boundaries. Been there, done that." A bitter laugh originates from your throat, memories of past relationships flooding in your mind. "I just don't want to make you uncomfortable... I... I'm sorry, I overthink a lot of things that sometimes I just make problems in my head and--"
"No, you didn't make it up. I think this has been keeping you up a lot and you just wanted to talk about it properly. I'm sorry for not clarifying sooner," His tone was light and pleasant, there he was again being the warm tug on your cheeks. The anxiety in your chest subsides with his words and honestly, you have no idea how much you can hold on to it before abandoning him all together. "Well then, what do you want us to be?"
There was that question again, this time it came from him. He already thought you guys are a thing, whatever that means, but perhaps now it bears a certain connotation that have just been confirmed and you can't help but to smile.
"I like what we have..." Except now you're now aware of it. Perhaps in time you'd be more comfortable expressing yourself as well. "I guess we are a thing"
"A bit vague but I guess we don't really have a word for it yet," He chuckled on the other side of the line. To be frank, he isn't quite comfortable labelling it as a 'couple' yet. Emphasis on yet. "I'm glad you brought this up."
"You are?" You sheepishly ask, fumbling with your sleeve. "I was always told that I'm just paranoid. Er, everyone says that I am. That everything that I overthink only becomes a problem when I bring them up... So sometimes I just try to shut up because I don't want any trouble and then every problem I 'created' in my mind just plays out and comes apart at the seams and ruins everything."
"Sounds like they're the problem. You're just pointing it out and they're not listening. Let me guess, they blamed you to some degree?"
"Bullseye. No wonder I thought being alone was better," You bitterly chuckled, before sighing. "This is... Stupidly depressing. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. And it's depressingly relatable. But at least we have each other."
That's reassuring, you'll take it. A yawn creeps from your mouth as you responded, "Right."
"Go to bed. It's late already."
"Only if you do the same." Knowing him, he'd skip sleep yet again.
"Fine." He relents with a defeated sigh. "Next time, just address the problems okay? I promise you're not paranoid."
The old you would be in deep doubt. The current you is just relieved at the reassurances sent your way. Heart strings were strummed and you smiled through the haze of sleepiness.
"Promise."
"Alright. Good night, darling."
Half-lidded eyes flew for a moment when you hear the term of endearment, the word rolling off his tongue, pass his lips suddenly envelopes you with warmth in the late, cold night.
"Goodnight, Gavril."
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weidli · 3 months
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goddamn it it's good when tatort you know. Plans things
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