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theeroticlover · 3 months
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Mhmmm !!! You know what I seek :p
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sweetpapercroissant · 8 months
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proceeds to die more than anyone in the history of the universe has ever died
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feodor-dostoevsky · 1 year
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If one possesses a thing, the other will take it away.
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icedteainthatbag · 6 months
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ignatzcatz · 2 months
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complete thermal dna degradation occurs at 190 degrees Celsius, while preservation optimizes at -20 degrees Celsius
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lancerfay · 4 months
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dating trans girls be like
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colorful-horses · 23 days
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My god. I've never even posted about Florids pony boyfriend
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vomitgulper · 1 year
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Welcome to the club pal
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"Have you and Jared ever gone driving in Baby around Austin because you miss playing Sam and Dean so much?"
"Yes. But not because we missed playing Sam and Dean. Because we're children. And we wanted to go fast in the car that we'd spent so much time in and we thought it would be great to do that. Um. Right now I will say that both the Impalas, the Hero, which.. number one that I have, and the number three, which is the back up to number one, number two was the stunt one that got beat to crap, but number three was that the back up to whatever, uh, whenever number one wouldn't start. 'Cause you gotta remember, these were just picture cars, these weren't like, you know, car show type cars. They were... there was a reason that door squeaked the way it did. It's 'cause they weren't, uh, they weren't like high functioning automobiles. Um, that being said, now that Jared and I own both of those, um, both of those cars are currently in the same shop in Texas right now, getting done to where we can put them in a car show. I will say though , I will say... leaving the squeak in the door though. And not touching the paint job. So every scratch, every dent, every nick, every paint chip that was on the car when it was on screen will remain the same. Um, we're just getting everything underneath it nice and reliable. And because we both live in Texas, we're also putting in air conditioning. And a sound system. Because what they did when Jared and I were there, is they stripped the car of anything that we could annoy the crew with. It used to have police lights on the... gone. 'Cause usually those were high beamed pointed directly into the camera lens and Brad was like, [mimes looking through a camera] "Ow!" Uh, they took the horn out, 'cause that was always fun when somebody was right over the hood, like adjusting a light and just be like HONK! They removed the horn, uh, they removed the stereo system because we kept playing music. So they had to take a lot of stuff out of the Impala just so they could get through the day... with us... 'cause again, we're children. So I'm having to put all that stuff back in now. So that it'll be street legal. But yes, I'm excited to get them back and then Jared and I can race them down South Congress Avenue. And get arrested. Thank you."
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theeroticlover · 2 months
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Your moans make me wilder.....
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mildkleptomaniac · 1 year
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oh baby part three— jj maybank x reader
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ reader finding out she’s pregnant (with jj) during season 1 events and he freaks out like in a bad way, kinda angsty with whatever ending you want! thanks in advance, love your work : ”
𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: part one | part two | part three
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: throwing up, guns, profanities, mentions of beer.
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: ....i didn’t know this many people missed this series. seriously. i still can’t believe this event still takes place during the first episode. i’m still trying to think about the logistics of how this will play out...given the events of the show lol. 
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“Look, I’m callin’ it off. All right?” John B walked out of the Chateau. The sound of Kie’s bongo playing came to a halt. Pope had been watching her intently. Y/N laid out on a lawn chair, watching her boyfriend toss rocks into the yard. She felt tired from last night, the adrenaline causing her to have sleepy eyes for the rest of the night that carried onto the new day. Her body ached. 
 “Peterkin said, if I stay out of the marsh, she’ll help me with DCS.” John B sounded desperate. Everyone didn’t want John B to get taken away. The glue. John B was the glue to the friend group it seemed. Despite him not being the most level headed, or smartest, everyone looked to him on what to do next.
“And you believe her?” JJ retorted, perched on a surf board. 
“Yes, I believe her, JJ.” John B was quick to reply. 
“An actual cop, John B. You believed a cop.” JJ snapped. The Maybank’s held an unhealthy relationship against the cops. Always on their backs. Y/N winced at the two boys arguing about John B’s situation. 
“All I gotta do is stay out of the marsh for a couple days, then she’ll help me out. It doesn’t help that your ass was the one shooting a gun.” 
Kie and Y/N shared a look, Pope looking down at his hands. Both the teenagers had valid points: JJ having a gun wasn’t the best choice of action, but no one wanted to let Topper drown their best friend. 
“Kook versus Pogues, they always, always win!” JJ exclaimed before punching a buoy, pacing around the backyard. 
“JJ, relax–”
“It’s okay,” Kie added on to Y/N’s comfort. 
“No, it’s not okay! That means there’s something valuable down there, and you know it.” Perhaps JJ felt more in need to discover something to help his own life. Something to get away from his father, comfortable clothing, food in the fridge, money for Y/N and the future–whatever that may be, with or without a baby, Y/N’s a part of it. “I know you do. And I understand why you don’t wanna go.” JJ began reasoning with the Pogues. 
He faced his direction to Pope, “You’re the golden boy. You got way too much to risk.” 
He faced Kiara, “And you–I mean, you’re already rich as fuck anyway. Why would you bother?” 
And then he faced Y/N, “You know what it’s like, we need to see what’s down there,” The words wanted to slip off his tongue, for the baby. For the future. The decision still unclear, with no purpose, direction or guidance. 
“Y/N, you and me, we got nothin’ to lose!” JJ continued his spiel. JJ did have something to lose in fact, same with Y/N. 
Each other.
“I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t want to talk about it.” John B shook his head, completely unenthused about their conversation. Well, until JJ spelled out the plan for him. 
Rich kids don’t go into Foster Care.
Y/N thought John B would be smarter to not listen to JJ’s plans. Logically, stealing from your rich boss seemed most definitely wrong. All the steps JJ meticulously thought out were all stupid. John B would get caught, inevitably–whether it be in the marsh, by Ward, and risking his one chance from Foster Care. 
Y/N deemed the risk wasn’t worth the reward. At least to say, Y/N failed to make the wisest choices as well. 
She found herself sitting on the HMS Pogue, setting up the SCUBA gear for him. Kie and Y/N shook her head as they read the tanks, practically empty. 
“Does anyone know how to dive?” Kie looked at her friends, exasperated. All eyes flickered to Y/N, who shook her head. Being on the swim team differed from SCUBA. 
“It’s a Kook sport, ain’t it?” JJ looked at Kiara, leaning against a metal pole. 
“I’ve read about it before…” Pope trailed off. Kie rolled her eyes and tossed her hands in the air. 
After much calculations and arguments, John B volunteered himself. Y/N watched as Kie stressed herself out over John B’s decision. Stealing a quick glance at her boyfriend, he raised his eyebrows and shrugged. Neither of the two knew what was going on between Kie and John B. The kiss on the cheek caused everyone else to share a look. That’s never happened before. 
At least it gave Y/N something to think about, other than the baby growing inside of her. 
After a month, buds for arms and legs developed, along with the umbilical cord. The heart had been formed, along with webbed fingers and twos. The life inside of Y/N soon formed ears, eyes, liver, and other facial features. 
Y/N studied more about babies than she ever did in biology class, thanks to the books from the store she stole. 
Y/N’s face turned pale at the sight of the police boat coming in their direction. “Oh my god,” She whispered. Heart palpitations increased. She felt sick. 
“Just act normal everyone,” Kie stated, going back into a conversation with Y/N–as if they were already deep in conversation. She could hear her pulse in her ears, especially as the officer came abroad and began spewing questions left and right. 
“I’m going to be sick,” Y/N whispered to JJ. He looked at her, questionably. Most of the time, Y/N was able to conceal their motives from the legal authorities. One of the many things JJ loved about Y/N. She could act and she acted well. A façade that she didn’t just steal beers from a gas station while flirting with the attendant, or letting her friends sneak into the junkyard to find some parts to fix the van. 
“Everything okay over there?” The officer asked, before peering over the front of the boat into the water. 
“Just–just peachy,” Y/N smiled weakly. Her acting quickly failing, she felt her stomach grumble and tightening. She gracefully found herself over the edge of the HMS Pogue, throwing up into the water. Everyone grimaced at the sight, JJ trying his best to hold her hair up. 
Poor John B, Y/N thought. Hopefully he wasn’t on that side of the boat. At least it prevented the officer from investigating the water.
“I just have bad sea sickness,” She announced to the officer, after wiping her face. The two officers shared a look, followed by disgust. 
“All right then, just let us know if you see anything out there.” He stated, walking over onto his boat. The engine started. 
“Will do,” Echoed from Pope and JJ. The waited as the officers cruised away before glancing over the side of the boat. John B must’ve ran out of air by that time. 
“How did it go down there?” JJ asked. 
“Well,” The Pogues assisted John B back onto the boat, unloading the gear off of him as he tossed a case onto the boat. 
“Y/N scared the cops off with some gnarly acting, being seasick.” Pope grimaced, yet sounding proud of her ‘skills’. Relief washed over Y/N, at least it was in character for her. Kie didn’t believe the acting though. 
In the distance, Y/N noticed another boat in the ‘closed off’ marsh. “Guys? Bogey, two o’clock.” 
Turning heads, a boat sped their way. None of the Pogues were able to recognize that boat. It wasn’t any of the Kooks–they’d have something fancier–for sure. JJ began pulling on the bowline and kept an eye on the boat speeding ahead. 
“I think we should start going, guys!” Y/N exclaimed. 
“Don’t wait on me!” JJ continued to pull on the line and the engine kicks on. 
“Just act natural, again!” Kie spoke, before holding onto the metal bar. Y/N glanced backwards at the strangers. 
“They’re speeding up to us, guys.” 
“What?” 
“How else do you want me to word it, John B? They’re revving the engine to get closer to us?” Y/N spoke of sarcasm. JJ chewed on his cheek, holding back a smile. 
“I’m going!” He argued back. 
“They’re following us!” Kie panicked. 
“Gun the fucking boat, JB!” Her nerves crept on her, shouting at John B. She watched the strange men follow from several feet behind, creating quite the wake in the Marsh. As the curve the corner, Y/N eyes widened. 
“Holy shit, they have a gun!” The words sputtered out of her mouth, not fast enough before the first bullet shot into the air. Y/N slipped down off the seat, covering her head from the action to protect herself. 
What the fuck. 
All the Pogues got down, while John B continued to speed off. JJ made sure to cover Y/N with his body to protect her. To protect them. Just in case. 
This shouldn’t be happening. 
“We’re going to die!” Pope shared his feelings before Kie got an idea. She grabbed a fishing net before tossing it in the water, avoiding shots in the process. The net caught onto the follower’s engine, stuttering and whirring. 
“That was insane!” Kie laughed, in disbelief. 
“Booooyeah!” JJ shouted, enjoying the rush of adrenaline pumping through him. Pope looked relieved and looked at Y/N, who sat there–complexion of a ghost. He watched his friend for several moments, taking note how she didn’t celebrated and how she cradled her abdomen. No blood. No injuries. Yet, she reeked of consternation. 
Out of character–Y/N would be cheering as well, throwing her arms in the air before letting JJ plant a big kiss on her. Or maybe she’d suggest celebrating with a pack of beer and music around the fire. Poking at Kie to get free food at the Wreck. Instead, she remained silent for the rest of the ride back to the dock. Last to leave the boat as they emptied the secret treasure, only to reveal a canister with a compass in it. Disappoint filled the atmosphere, killing everyone’s anticipation. 
Except John B’s. 
“It’s my father’s,”
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codystonguepiercing · 4 months
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hawksredrobe · 7 months
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imagine if s1 hannibal met s3 will
s1 hannibal was smitten enough as it is with a snappy, twitchy, ill disaster of a man with atrocious fashion choices and a distinct power imbalance. imagine if s3 will showed up in his cunty black outfits with his "i need u hannibal" and "it's beautiful" and take no shit attitude. the manipulation of chiyoh, the firefly man, biting of cheeks, petty hatred of bedelia, and absolutely dripping blood. that bitch wouldve been OVER
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seresinhangmanjake · 3 months
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Lauren, my dear. Could I ask for a moodboard of Oh Baby Jake and Honey's real, first wedding? Only if you still do these, of course, no pressure
I'll always be willing to do them. They're so fun! So here you go:
Oh, Baby!Jake x Honey elopement
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"What if we do it tomorrow?" - Jake Seresin
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