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yourheartinyourmouth · 5 months
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in 2008 Bones—-an incredibly racist and kink shamey show—was more progressive abt trans people than some people are now in 2023
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caleblandrybones · 11 months
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whenever i see mm i always think of u so here u go bae <3
❤️ he looks like he uses the word metrosexual
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actnatural-ly · 1 year
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In honor of American Thanksgiving coming up soon, what do you think is Fez and Lexi's favorite Thanksgiving dish. If you don't celebrate Thanksgiving, what you do think is Fez and Lexi's favorite meal/food/entree??
oooh fun question monica! excuse me while i invent an entire hc for the entire holiday:
i really like the idea of fez going all out for thanksgiving. maybe because growing up with his dad they never did a big thing but when he went to live with his grandma she would make a big meal for just the two (and then three) of them, so he has fond memories of at least a few holidays and likes to honor her that way by making his grandma's dishes.
in my head he makes a truly disgusting casserole of some kind that his grandma invented and lexi chokes it down like "uh huh babe yeah it's so good!"
lexi on the other hand mostly has memories of her extended family and her parents fighting so has no such connection to thanksgiving. so they create their own traditions with their own dishes.
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urdepressedslut · 9 months
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aw i love this 🥹 i’m sorry your cramps have been bad, i’m sending you all the love and hugs your way💗 i hope this bucky fluff makes you feel better 🥰 //
Hi sweetie, I requested this and I absolutely loved what you wrote! 💗 Thank you so much and I'm glad other people are appreciating it as well. It made me feel better, Bucky would be so caring and sweet 🥺
so happy you loved it sweets 💗 thank you for the request! 🥰
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noctopus-art · 13 days
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Ok so first of all, I wanted to thank you all for your warm welcome here on tumblr !! Y’all are so sweet fr 😭💖 I read all your sweet comments and hashtag, and I’m happy to join the madhouse ❤️‍🔥 still trying to understand how tumblr works, I come from Twitter and instagram it’s very different haha, but love you 🫶
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Then, I gotta say, it’s not the first time I’m pretty quick to draw Crowley in DT’s outfit, actually did this one an hour after seeing the outfit for Comic Releif 😤 it was so Crowley coded I couldn’t resist-
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weasleywrinkles · 1 month
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everybody say thank you to hozier for murdering the good omens fandom once again. First I think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me and then But who wants to live forever, babe, you treat your mouth as if it's heaven's gate? SIR. SIR COME ON. Crowley got tits over arse drunk fairly recently and trauma dumped all over you again, didn't he?
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troutpaws · 5 months
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cherished wildlife reqs #1
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cheese-water · 1 year
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he is the only funny person on the damn app
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dogtheories · 1 year
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barry berkman
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grey-sides · 3 months
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On a Monday morning, Steve's dad frowns at his paper and throws Steve a sidelong glance. On the entertainment page is a black and white photo of Bruce Springsteen kissing Clarence Clemons.
Steve swallows his toast and shifts in his seat. But his father doesn't say a thing and Steve doesn't know where to begin. He's not asked to get rid of his Springsteen tapes. But he does find the paper later, tossed on the pile to go in the trash and clips out the picture.
It's not the first time he's seen this exact scenario with Bruce Springsteen. But it is the first time in a long time he's been interested in doing it himself.
He tucks the paper clipping away in a book under his bed. And he thinks about the cash he has saved up and how much longer Robin has to be in school for.
On a Friday evening, he fixes his hair and kisses his mom's cheek on his way out the door. The newspaper clipping under his bed is delicately frayed already, the thin paper worn thinner by his eager fingers.
He picks Robin up, waves to her mom and drives them just outside of town. Eddie's van is already there, quiet and dark because he and his band are already inside.
On a Friday night, Steve tucks into a beer and looks up at the stage. He smiles despite himself and thinks of Bruce and Clarence when Eddie and Jeff lean into the microphone together.
His palms sweat and he presses them to his bottle. The edges of the label are peeling like the newspaper clipping. He taps his toe to the music and smiles wider when a woman takes Robin by the hand to show her how to rock out.
On an early Saturday morning, so early Steve would call it late, he helps Eddie put the instruments away in the back of the van. He watches as Eddie stacks each piece carefully and curses when a cymbal crashes against an amp.
And he thinks about his newspaper and the judgement in his dad's eyes. He twirls his keyring around his finger and thinks of another life where he kept up with his piano lessons instead of baseball.
On an early Saturday morning, Steve closes the van doors just enough to block people from seeing them and he pulls Eddie close. And he wonders what it would be like to do on a stage.
And Eddie is not Clarence Clemons and he is not Bruce Springsteen. But his heart still races and his palms still sweat, and he knows he could bellow out of his lungs with joy if he was standing in front of a crowd.
And later still on that early Saturday morning, Steve feels the calluses of Eddie's guitar worn fingers on his cheek. And he listens to his halfway to hoarse voice tell a story. And he tastes cheap beer and song lyrics on his lips. And he thinks next Saturday, he might join Robin dancing in the dark of the bar.
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doodle417 · 1 year
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🌺 Send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful. 🌺
Friend I cannot tell you how much this means to me. I’ve had a really crappy day and this made it a lot better💜
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actnatural-ly · 1 year
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praise kink!
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know
Send me a kink and I’ll rate it!
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Feelings Thawed
Character; Cater Diamond
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)
Word Count; 650+
Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
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The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.
“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.
Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 
He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.
You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.
He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.
Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”
Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”
You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”
Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.
“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 
The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.
You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”
Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 
It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.
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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
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calaphort · 8 months
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Rarity never found her *prince*, per se
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if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs a cheering up. if you get one back, even better!
You guys are being too sweet today
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egophiliac · 9 months
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I think Grim should also get a shirt
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