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itsmeishmi · 2 months
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Happy Kabru Dungeon Meshi!
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bunbunmaru-shimbun · 3 months
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I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT KIERAN DIED TO PECHARUNT LIKE THAT.
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ghastlytofu · 5 months
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Wyll: I used to believe the beauty of first love was unable to be surpassed. But Gale... you are so much more tolerable now that you've found your second.
Gale: I'll take that comment with the sincerity and goodwill I assume it was intended.
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mudwerks · 5 months
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Javier Bardem and Josh Brolin on the set of NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN (2007).
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perroulisses · 3 months
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In my Hector of troy era
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testoster0ne · 2 years
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clifton by jun lu
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bookwyrminspiration · 8 months
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sophie does NOT appreciate her polyglot ability enough she’s just like “oh…guess I can naturally understand and speak any language I encounter…okay…weird…*hardly ever uses it*” GIRL I WOULD KILL FOR THAT DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WOULD KILL FOR THAT
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asoftepiloguemylove · 8 months
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Ruta Sepetys "Emilia;" Salt to the Sea // Cynthia Cruz "The Glimmering Room;" Diagnosis // @herchainsaregone // Jamie Varon Does The Universe Fight For Souls To Be Together? // The Edge of Seventeen (2016) dir. Kelly Fremon Craig // Marya Hornbacher Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia // Sue Zhao // Clementine von Radics // pinterest // Billie Eilish What Was I Made For?
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californiasfreak · 14 days
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I felt like I’d been wasted All day long
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tipsypup2 · 1 month
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Be me
Wake up from a fat nap on the couch
Half awake n bored on a Saturday night, bored asf
Go to grab some whiskey to pass the time
We are out of whiskey
Crisis
Decide “fuck it” and do vodka instead
Half-asleep brain SEVERELY misjudges amount of Vodka I’m drinking (it’s stronger than the whiskey by a lot lmao)
*finishes drink*
Ah that’s nice, I’ll grab another
*finishes that one*
*hic* Mmmm yumm, maybeee anohthr!
*finishes that one too*
Yeseahh I can- *hic* ican do skome smmorreee
*takes entire bottle instead*
*glug glug*
30 mins later gf texts me
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Wasted 11
Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.
Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥
The other girl in this one is from Black Light
Part of The Club AU
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Throughout the night, you find yourself thinking of Bucky. Not in any meaningful way, merely wondering how someone as nice as the man beside you came to be friends with a pill-pushing brute like him. Steve is too sweet to believe and you know better than to buy anything at face-value but you’ve yet to find a crack in the veneer.
As he asks for the check, you pull your purse into your lap. He peers over, “oh, don’t… I got it.”
“Really, it’s nice of you to offer,” you try to factor out the chunk from your cut for the night. “I don’t mind going half–”
“My mother would pale if I didn’t insist,” he reaches over to clasp his hand over your purse before you can pop open the flap. It’s the boldest move he’s mad all night. You relent, he doesn’t have to twist your arm, your bills are already doing most of that. “I had a really good night, it’s worth it.”
You smile. A real smile. You can’t lie and say you didn’t. 
“I did too,” you say, “thank you, Steve.”
He blushes and turns to watch the server as she approaches again. He fumbles around his jacket and takes out his wallet. His hands are shaking. You’d finally calmed his nerves but they just as quickly bubble up. Bucky is less than an honest man but you suspect he didn’t lie about everything.
But what did he tell Steve? Is this a date? Or are you a hired escort? That makes your chest twinge. You’ve never been overly sentimental, you’ve had your share of one night stands, but you don’t want this to be like those.
As Steve folds up his wallet and thanks the server, you brush his arm with your knuckles, “hey, do you wanna walk through the park? Elizabeth Square is near here, I’ve never been to see the fountain.”
He turns to you with wide eyes, “really?”
“Sure, why not? Unless… I’m keeping you.”
He shakes his head and a broad grin spreads across his pointed features, “I’d love that.”
You nod and gather up your purse. You stand and pull on your jacket as Steve rises on the other side of the table and smooths his jacket. His pants are a little too long but he looks nice. You can tell he put a lot of thought into tonight.
He gestures you ahead of him, “ladies first.”
You accept and lead him between the tables. He’s quick as you reach the front door and flits around to open it for you. He really is playing the gentleman well.
As you get outside, you wait for him on the sidewalk and as he nears, you turn to walk parallel with him down the wide pavement. He’s quiet as he twiddles his slender fingers at his side. You take out your lip gloss to retouch your lips, twisting the cap on and tucking it away before you figure out what to say.
“You don’t really think I’m a lady, do you?” You kid.
He peeks over at you, “of course I do.”
“Steve,” you hum, flattered by his sincerity. You don’t know what to say. 
You sidle closer with your next step and take his hand, twining your fingers through his as he flinches. He jitters then squeezes. You can feel him beaming.
“I like you, Steve,” you say, “but I think I might disappoint you.”
“You could never,” he counters.
“We barely know each other.”
“Yet.”
“Steve,” you chide as you turn through the archway of Elizabeth Square. You look up at the big letters wrought in iron. “I’m trying to warn you.”
“I don’t need to be warned,” he says, “I can handle it. I can handle you.”
You almost laugh. He’s brave when he wants to be. Just like back in the coffee shop.
You near the fountain and sigh, watching the water lap down over the lit basin. Heat seeps into you from your interlocked hands as he stops beside you. You both just stare at the spouting streams.
You tug on his arm and turn to him. He glances over shyly, “this is romantic, isn’t it?”
He chuckles nervously, “sure.”
“I think… if you want to,” you push your shoulder up and tilt your head, “it might be the perfect time to kiss me.”
He gulps and shifts to face you, “really?”
You arch a brow, “my lip gloss tastes like cherry.”
His mouth opens slightly and he sways, “cherry?”
You smile and lean in, stopping just before him as you pucker your lips. His brows rise high on his forehead and his cheeks brighten rosily. He steps close and meets your lips with his as he closes your eyes and you do the same. He presses against your lips before he shyly recoils.
He lets go of your hand and covers his mouth, “sorry, I never– was that bad.”
“Not at all,” you flick your lashes open, “that was sweet.”
“Sweet?” He murmurs.
“Come on,” you turn and sit on the wide ledges of the fountain, “we can work on it.”
“Work on it?” He squeaks.
You slap the marble next to you, “Steve, let me show you how to work in the tongue, that’s the fun part.” He looks like he’s about to faint. You laugh as he sits stiffly and you rub his back, “or not.  You don’t have to do anything you don’t like.”
“No, I want to,” he pokes his tongue out to lick his lips, turning his head to you slowly, “you’re right, it’s cherry.”
You giggle and lean on the heel of your hand, bringing your other hand to his cheek. He grabs your wrist and pulls your touch away, surprising you as he frames your face instead. He grips your chin as he leans in and smushes his lips to yours again. 
You open your mouth slightly and slip your tongue along his lips, welcoming him in. He takes your invitation as his hand crawls up your jaw, firmly holding your head. You lean into him, purring as you rest your hand just above his knee. Why hadn’t you tried a nice guy before?
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starzforbarry · 2 months
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god hes so beautiful
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hothotmiso · 2 months
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obsessedwhim · 5 months
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Only If You Do
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"Hey, Ichigo?" "Hm, yeah?" "Promise me. Promise me you'll live"
A green spear of light struck through your chest, a large creature standing behind you without a glance at your collapsing corpse as he retrieved his weapon. Black hair dragged by a whaling gust but long wings split through the vengeful draft. Ichigo, without any life left in him, still found the spirit to watch and feel the cold air that stung at his brimming tears. He could still muster the strength to hear his friends calling for him from a whole world away, their throats shredded at his screeched name.
Weak knees crumpled to a hard surface, though Ichigo couldn't see it, his heart had already left him. Gone to be with you instead.
A black hole ate away from the middle of the ginger's chest, his face contorting into uncanny pain as your flattened body burned itself into the back of Ichigo's blind eyes. His once-strong body collapses to the same floor you lay on.
A smile you would bear only for him echoed through his hollow body, only once but it was enough.
Ichigo grabbed at your wrist and dragged you close with a pompous smile, losing his grip to wrap his arm around your head and place a perfect kiss on your hairy crown.
He laughed as you turned red. There was nothing left, nothing like you to hold back this monstrous feeling. Ichigo's hair grew long and his body larger.
A broken scream filled Hueco Mundo.  "Only if you do"
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wastedunicorn · 10 months
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Twitch.tv/wastedunic0rn
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cowcat44artz · 3 months
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Drink and be merry!🍻
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Done for @fatfandomevents's chubby aot event
(Did use a ref for dancing boi)
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