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i might post art of patrick soon if i stop being lazy and finish the drawing
#thoughts#thinking#pondering#hmmmmmmm#contemplative#wonderingly#i should prob finish it#i will. Soon. Maybe#sorry i have too much fun w tags goodNite
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Do you use Crack or Crunch in order to describe the noise made when you step on dead leaves ?
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Two super hot sexy blondes lick and fuck each other
Mi novia Colegiala penetrada
Young canadian and british girls fuck on instagram and show naked body
filling her tight pussy with pee, leaking out all over the place
Horny teen loves double penetration in threesome
Nippleringlover fingering pierced pussy playing with pierced nipples driving in car - pierced tits
Katy Rose takes a huge cock in her mouth while watching the studs fuck
casino san fernando plaza medellin
Transsexual Babe Shoving A Dildo Up Her Ass And Sucking Herself
Of young teen boys with old men gay porn Conner Bradley and Preston
#choller#edeology#Cinzano#Bombidae#ALPO#antanaclasis#concetti#unsnare#glad-sad#professable#sancyite#bdsmgirl#abstractor#rose-drop#Thrombolysin#Border#wonderingly#statorhab#Sidwel#Ferrisburg
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randomly found my best utility knife that I thought I had lost forever. on top of my desktop computer. ❓
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do you ever think about cas getting those sun spots and peeling sunburn on his shoulders from working in the sun on his garden or watching birds or following bees and want to cry? or is that just me
#GOD I'M THINKING ABOUT HIM IN A BIG FLOPPY SUNHAT#I'M THINKING ABOUT HIM WITH SUNSPOTS AND FRECKLES ON HIS NECK AND SHOULDERS AND BACK#I'M THINKING ABOUT RUDDY CHEEKS AND BARELY PEELING SKIN#I'M THINKING ABOUT THE WAY HE WOULD SQUINT IN THE SUN AND THE WAY THE LIGHT WOULD CATCH IN HIS EYES LIKE FIRE#I'M THINKING ABOUT HIS BODY BECOMING HIS OWN#I'M THINKING ABOUT HIM BEING AN ANGEL BUT SOMETHING LIKE HUMAN#I'M THINKING ABOUT HIM LETTING THINGS AFFECT HIS BODY#I'M THINKING ABOUT HIM GETTING A TATTOO AND LETTING IT HEAL OVER THE COURSE OF A FEW WEEKS#I'M THINKING ABOUT HIM TAKING CARE TO KEEP IT OUT OF THE SUN EVEN THOUGH HE COULD USE HIS GRACE TO KEEP IT FROM FADING OR BEING SENSITIVE#I'M THINKING OF HIS HANDS BEING SOFT BEFORE HE SETTLED DOWN BUT NOW THAT HE'S HOLDING A HAND-TROWEL INSTEAD OF A BLADE HE LETS HIS FINGERS#GROW CALLUSES#I'M THINKING OF HIS EYES WATERING WHEN HE GIVES A JAW-CRACKING YAWN AND THE WARM HAND HE SCRUBS OVER HIS FACE#ONCE HE WALKS INTO THE COOLNESS OF THE HOUSE AFTER AN EVENING IN THE SUN#I'M THINKING OF HIM WONDERINGLY RAISING HIS HAND TO THE SHOWERHEAD AS THE WATER STREAMS DOWN LIKE GLITTERING SUNSHINE#CLEANSING THE DIRT FROM HIM IN HOLY RIVULETS#OH THE SIMPLE DIVINE JOY IN HUMANITY#OH THE ANGEL IN THE BATHTUB WITH HANDS OUTSTRETCHED AND TEARS STREAMING DOWN IN WILD JOY#OH THE HUMANITY. OH THE DIVINITY. HIS CUP OVERFLOWETH. HIS HEAD ANOINTED IN TEATREE SHAMPOO#THERE IS LOVE IN THIS HOUSE THAT IS HIS BODY. THERE IS LOVE. SO MUCH LOVE#castiel#cas spn#timothy's txts.#spn#supernatural#tw caps#thee garden idea
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Bro are you seriously telling me that all this time kichos motivation for his whole weirdness is just jigsaw like seriously you think you can beat jigsaw?? You think you can tell his story better than him???
#ikemen sengoku#ikesen#basically in masa p2 hes entranced by yohr will to live and saves your life despjre beinf tbe one who put yoj on deaths door to begin with#havent read farther than that but srsly ive watxhed saw enojfg tomes#to know thats the story theyre trying to tell#CHERISH YOUR LIFE#if youve necer seen saw basically jigsaws whole reason for doing what he does is when he got cancer he tried to kill himself ny wrecking his#car and ended up pulling a whole rod oht of his stomacj and chose to live instead#and he believes ppl dont cherish their life enoufh and that life and death situations will save you like they saved him and make you love li#fe#im sorry but kicho looking at us all wonderingly and being like wow you want to live no matter what sooo sexy#is literally jigsaws whole thing
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A village girl is here.. ☺️
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?
Most of my time is thinking after my observations about surroundings…
People, fashion, make up, skin, hair or a particular store, ads, banner, etc.. etc. I don’t judge anyone, just love to see all kinds of things.. do I sound like I am a village girl…. hahaha 😝
Past I keep for beautiful memories.. let go the keeping you far…
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#love me an adverb but can ppl in romantic/sexy scenes stop looking at ppl reverently#it keeps happening DDXX#and look i know for a lot of writers it's bc they were/are in fanfic communities and i love and respect that#toe off all the shoes you like etc.#it's just such a weird dynamic like it feels like they're putting them on a pedestal?#give me ''wonderingly'' if they're still in shock that it's actually happening#give me ''warmly'' or ''affectionately'' if you're emphasizing how open they're being abt liking the other person#heck you can even say their expression is unreadable if the pov chara can't believe someone would hold them in such high regard#''reverently'' gives me ''kissing the hand of a statue of a saint'' vibes#i might pick up a stradivarius reverently#i don't revere my loved ones except like elders in the community#also it's especially weird in smut like find me a less sexy term for adoration#i feel like i've ranted about this on here before so sorry if you like reverent looks/actions but#DDXX it's just so weird to me
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Rushed Reunion
⚠contains maze runner SPOILERS⚠
{Gally x !GN! Reader}
Summary: After reaching the last city, you reunite with Gally after thinking he was dead. (takes place in the Death Cure movie)
Warnings: Violence, cursing
WC: 1k
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The streets are crowded as your group attempts to push their way through to the front of the barrier. You wonder silently why no one wants to cross it, given the lack of guards patrolling, but decide it is better to be safe than sorry.
People are screaming from all around you and the group, and it's all you can do, not to be separated from each other. Finally, you reach the street that winds down the middle of the square. Large black trucks pass, many of them carrying uniformed soldiers towards the border. You stare up at them, wonderingly and one catched your eye. You don't mean to exactly, but as the soldier keeps your gaze locked with his own, you let your eyes follow him down the road until the car turns and continues out of sight.
"Y/N," Newt calls from a few paces ahead, "we're going to try to make it to the front." You nod and follow him, along with the rest of the group.
It takes some pushing, shoving, and Thomas pulling you forward between two women who refuse to budge, but finally, you can rest your hands on the concrete fence. Thomas and Newt talk to each other in hurried whispers to your left, while you quickly survey your surroundings. Beyond the mass of people there is a strong iron wall, splitting only for seconds at a time as vehicles enter the city.
Resting on the tops of the walls are large weapons, all pointed away from the crowd, but you don't underestimate their power once activated. As if reading your mind, small red lights flicker on inside each of the machines and they spring to life, un-focusing on the entrances and instead setting their malicious sights on the front of the crowd. At once, everything goes silent, then, the first blast crashes to the ground on your right and screams erupt throughout the mob.
You're knocked out of your stupor as someone grabs your arm.
"Let's go!" a voice yells, and you can't tell if it's Thomas, Fry, or someone else. Instead of thinking, you run in the direction of the voice, trying to get away from the area of the blast but more attacks are already coming. The hit the ground behind you and it is all you can do to stay on your feet as the ground shifts. Suddenly, someone grabs you, but the idea that it may be someone from the Glade stops you from reacting immediately.
"Thomas?" You ask, but no one answers, and before you know it, you're being thrown into the back of a dark van. You scream, running towards the doors to escape, but you're knocked backwards as Jorge is thrown into the van as well. He doesn't hesitate to mimic your actions, throwing his weight against the door of the van right as it closes securely.
You sit back on your heels, trying to catch your breath, but Jorge continues to ram himself against the door as the van begins to move.
"Let me out you assholes!" He screams and you lunge forward grabbing his middle and pulling him back.
"Jorge! Stop, you're going to hurt yourself!" You try and scream over his consistent yells, but he continues trying to break down the doors, to no avail.
After about ten minutes of this, the vans stop, and Jorge backs up, readying himself for a fight, and as the doors open, he propels himself forward and out of the car and towards the soldiers.
You jump after him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he tries to run at the others.
"Where is she?" he yells, his voice booming in what you realize is a kind of highway overpass. "Where is Brenda? If you hurt her i'll-"
"Jorge I'm here, I'm right here," Brenda assures, stepping out of an identical van to your right. You release Jorge's middle as he crosses over to Brenda. You turn to the others, Thomas, Newt, and Fry, as they also step out of the van.
"Thanks for leaving me with him," you mutter as Newt walks over to pat your shoulder.
"Anytime," Newt smirks, and you smile. Thomas, however, is already striding over to the closest soldier, anger evident in his features.
"Where are we?" he asks, his voice and temper both rising, "where did you bring us?"
"We're here to help," another soldier calls, making his way over to your group, "no need to get angry." You recognize the voice but can't place it immediately. Apparently, Newt does as well, because he turns to you, a look of confusion crossing his face.
"Who are you?" Thomas asks, his voice still louder than anyone else's. The soldier sighs, and stops walking, only a few feet away. Then, his head turns towards you, and he takes off his helmet.
As soon as you see him, your arms are around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Gally's arms curl around your waist in return, and he snuggles his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent deeply.
"I-I thought you were-"
"I know," he whispers so that only you can hear him, "I know, and I'm sorry." Instead of responding, you pull him impossibly closer, never wanting to let go. When you finally pull away, he presses a quick kiss to your lips, and you smile.
"I missed you," you whisper, before turning back to the group. While the two of you reunited, the others had been talking. As you face Thomas, Newt and the others now, they turn to you, hope alite on their dirt-covered faced, and smiles starting to form.
"Okay," Thomas starts, "we have a plan."
PART 2 COMING SOON...
#gally#gally x reader#tmr#tmr gally#the maze runner#the maze runner x reader#the maze runner gally#gally tmr#gally imagine#will poulter#gally x you#gally x y/n#tmr thomas#tmr newt#tmr minho#the death cure#imagine#fanfic#ao3#gally tmr x reader#fluff
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I like to think this is right after they heard Ice was definitely in remission ♥ about a billion pounds of stress just dropped off of their shoulders, spring was starting up slowly and Ice was looking at the sun slanting in through the hospital window so wonderingly that Mav decided to whisk him outside to enjoy it up close. He can't help a few sneaky tears when his partner turns his face up to the rays, basking in it contently. God damn, they made it. He knows the remission is no guarantee that they'll never have to fight this battle again but for now, they're taking the win, God damnit. (and as a matter of fact I'm using artistic freedom to declare it never came back after this so there.)
Some lamenting over The Artist Experience and the initial sketch under the cut~
You know how it goes, you doodle a quick sketch and think 'hmm I like that, lemme clean it up quickly' only for it to be the most frustrating piece to get right?? That was this. Look at that sketch, stick figures at best but I liked their vibe and then Mav's face REFUSED to come out in any way that approached the energy of the sketch (there are 10 versions of his face. TEN) So this is me, saying GOOD ENOUGH before i get too frustrated to ever dig it out of my wip folder ever. Bone apple teeth and all that jazz.
#top gun fanart#icemav#ice x mav#iceman x maverick#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#my art
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Hi love! I love your blog and your scenarios. You are a very talented writer.
I was wondering if you can write a story when the reader it's Jude's best friend and she is a little to drunk. She can't stop saying to Jude how amazing, big and soft his lips are (because omg Jude's lips). And idk if they kiss it's up to you how the story goes.
kisses xx
hi lovely!! tysm!! it means a lot 🫂🤍
“oh my gofh, i’m soooooo drunk,” you slurred laughing a bit. your eyes where half way closed barely holding onto jude who carried you bridal style since you couldn’t even stand. “i’m so gonna regret this tomorrow jude, i’m calling it right noew,” jude chuckled leaning his head on yours that rested in the crook of his neck.
“i tried to stop you but you had a mission, i’ll take care of you,” jude promised setting you down as he fidgeted to grab his keys and open the door. “why did you get so drunk? hmm?” he asked wonderingly. the whole night you drank, danced, laughed, and even almost fought someone because they pushed you.
“if i told you, it wouldn’t be a secret,” you giggled failing to properly put your finger against your lips, instead by the corner of your mouth. jude picked you back up and walked into the house, he set you down on the small bench leaning down onto one knee to remove your heals.
“i know what you’re trying to do, don’t act like i don’t. i might not be in my five senses but i can’t tell you this secret,” you hummed in delight, a sense of pride waving in for not telling him, even if you wouldn’t remember it the next morning. “why can’t you tell me this secret hm? how big of a secret is it?” jude teased, walking you slowly upstairs to his bedroom and then bathroom.
“it’s a fbi secret. if my friends found out i told you i wouldn’t hear the end of it,” he heard you giggling and then hiccup. “if i told you i’m scared the next morning it’s going to be awkward and we’re not going to be friends anymore,” you slur and pout looking into jude’s brown eyes boring into yours. even when drunk he didn’t fail making you shy and intimidated by his handsomeness.
“and why’s that?”
“because i love you so so so so much,” you express, leaning up to wrap your hands around his fitted shoulders. “i love your eyes,” you touch his lashes feeling them flutter, “i love your nose,” you poke it another giggle escaping your lips, “i love your curls,” you twist a single coil in your index finger jude chuckling nervously.
“i love your lips so much! they’re just so plump, juicy, and so soft,” you whine, your thumb running along his lips slowly, your eyes entranced by the small lines and shape of them. “if you were mine i’d kiss you all the time,” you taunt him even more without knowing, jude’s heart racing at your confession.
you shake your head no, jude feeling the coldness return where your arms were once wrapped, “what am i saying! y/n behave. remember he doesn’t feel the same way,” you reminded yourself loudly. “what do you mean pretty girl?” jude asked squinting his eyes ever so slightly as his hand stroked your cheek.
“that you don’t feel the same way i do… love wise… you see jude i like you but not as a friend, as in something more you know? like anytime i’m around you i never want to leave because you make me so happy. when i’m with you it seems like you’re the only person i want to spend the rest of my life with,” you frown, tears stinging the inner corners of your eyes.
“i don’t think you love me the way i love you jude.”
“how can you be so sure of that hmm?” jude says, taking out some of the makeup melting bomb you had to remove it, stroking away the aftermath with a gentle and clean towel, doing some of your skincare for you as you sat there with your eyes closed. “i’m sure so sure if it jude. you don’t look at me the way you do with other girls…”
“that’s because the only girl i want to look at for the rest of my life is you darling,” he stopped his movements urging you to look at him. “whether you remember tomorrow or not, i want you to know that we share the same secret. that we love each other but not in a friend way. as in i wanna spend my life time with you,” jude confessed.
you squeal, kicking your legs excitedly as you heard him, not caring if he hadn’t completely spread the moisturizer on your face. “do you really mean it jude?” you attempt to ask him seriously, with a brow raised and arms crossed against your chest. “i’m not lying to you. i really do mean it,” jude leaned down a placed a feather like kiss on the inner corner of your mouth.
“let me finish here and we can cuddle okay?” he stated, making you nod and go quiet after a long night of chattering away. “okay but i want to wear one of your shirts. they’re just so comfy and so soft. like your lips. HEY! did i mention how much i love your lips? they look soft as clouds,” you yapped.
jude laid in bed, giving you a minute of privacy to change and brush your teeth. he couldn’t stop thinking about your admittance to him, the way you poured your heart and feelings out. he’s dealt with you drunk but it wasn’t compared to tonight. all he could think about was if you could remember the next morning and about finally making you his.
you practically sprinted almost tripping toward the bed. you cuddled into his warm embrace placing small kisses on his bare chest and neck. “goodnight judey, i love you handsome,” he heard you say cheekily, forever wanting to hear you say it everyday for the rest of your lives. “i love you too pretty girl. sleep. a morning of headaches is awaiting for you.”
the next morning, you slurred in your sleep, squinting your eyes and looking around to see you were in jude’s bed. your head came up from his neck, jude fast asleep snoring very quietly, a hand on your waist as the other one was placed next to him. you were infatuated with how he looked, evening in the morning and asleep he looked so handsome.
you remembered last nights events surprisingly. wanting to slap yourself for not being able to tell him sooner how you felt, it would’ve saved you this whole embarrassment and hangover. jude slurred in his sleep, eyes fluttering as he woke up, his eyes slightly puffy and red from his sleep. he smiled down at you, dimples popping out as he leaned his head back onto the pillows chucking deep. “i take it as you don’t remember anything?”
“nope. in fact i remember everything, handsome.”
“do you now? how’s the hangover?”
“could be worse, but you could kiss me to take the pain away?” you say leaning up, lips dangerously close to his, tucking your hair back so it wouldn’t fall on his face. “with pleasure,” he sat up, taking your legs and spreading them so you could sit on his lap properly, as his lips connected with yours. you moaned in delight, a hand coming to the back of his head to pull him closer. jude slip his hands under your shirt, feeling your still warm skin underneath his fingertips.
you didn’t care about anything. not even if you hadn’t brushed your teeth. all you cared and could focus on was the way he devoured you, holding you close to his chest almost afraid to let go off you. how his lips smashes with yours, teeth clashing, his warm tongue tracing your bottom lip before kissing you deeply once again.
“kiss me. just kiss me forever jude.”
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@jegulus-microfic Jan 4 - switch
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"Hey, baby black." Marlene called, approaching the table Regulus was sitting at with Barty, Evan, James, and Lily.
"Yes, McKinnon?" Regulus replied, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. Marlene grinned.
"What were you saying to James earlier to make him turn the color of a lobster? I’ve never seen him blush that much before.” She asked, leaning on Regulus’s chair and glancing at James, whose cheeks were already a little red at the mention of it.
"Nothing much, just telling him how good I was gonna fuck him later." Regulus replied easily, smiling cheekily. He smirked when he looked back at James, who was a red mess all over again.
"Really? Huh. No offense but I guess I expected James to top." Marlene said wonderingly, looking between the two.
"Oh he does." Regulus stated. "We switch." He added with a smile, leaning over and kissing James's burning cheek.
"Ohh, gotcha. I could see that." Marlene said, nodding her head as she pondered.
"Hey, Reg, you think you might wanna… switch partners some time?" Barty asked with a lopsided grin, gazing lazily at the two.
"Absolutely not." Regulus answered abruptly, wrapping his arms around James's neck possessively.
"No one lays a hand on him but me."
“Oooo, baby black’s possessive!” Marlene teased, laughing with Lily.
James didn't say it then, for fear of embarrassment, but he thought possessive Regulus was the hottest thing in the world. Later that night, he would be dragging Regulus away from studying and into his bed.
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My Heart's a Stereo
Crowley x GN!Reader
Summary: Crowley fears a lot of things, but losing you is at the top of hios list.
Soundtrack: Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes
Requests: Open!
Warnings: Canon-Typical Heart Proble--wait...
Life had, rather ironically, been a tad bit hectic since the doctors discovered something wrong with your heart. You understood, of course. You were young and otherwise healthy. There was really no reason for there to be a problem, so they were in a rush to find the proper diagnosis and fix you -- well, assuming it could be fixed, anyway.
And your poor boyfriend -- you could tell the situation pained him more than it did you, scared him more than it did you. Not that you weren't pained or scared, because of course you were. He just seemed... more open about it, like he couldn't be bothered to repress it.
Or maybe he wanted to show you that it was okay to be those things.
Even with that thought in mind, you didn't really let it show just how rattled you were over the whole thing. Crowley worried enough for the both of you, he didn't need yours compounding his.
Two months of extensive testing and few conclusive results didn't break you down. A third month of even more tests and several bad results delivered with devastating simplicity in a too-bright office painted in Caribbean sea green and decorated with gold and teal corporate art blotches didn't break you down.
No, what finally broke you down was the first night Crowley shook you awake.
It was a random night sometime in the fourth month -- the doctors were still running batteries of tests, but they'd generally accepted a diagnosis and had moved on to treatment.
Crowley insisted on staying by your side, at all times. In the doctors' offices, at home, at the grocery store, in Aziraphale's bookshop and, most adamantly, in bed.
He'd forbidden doing anything fun in that bed, so you weren't sure why he wanted so badly to be there.
At least, until you were woken one night to him desperately shaking you awake.
You blinked blearily up at him, eyes struggling to focus through the sleep still clawing at your consciousness and the aggressive shaking that was slowly working to chase away the sleep.
"C--Crowley," you whimpered, trying to shrug him off. "What the hell--stop!"
He stopped instantly, eyes widening as if he'd only just realized you were awake.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, stroking your face and chest lovingly -- no... wonderingly. "I'm so sorry. I just --" He made a sound at the back of his throat, but it wasn't like the one he usually made. This one sounded like a choked sob. "I just needed to make sure."
"Make sure? What?"
"That you were... I-I just... the thing is..."
"Crowley, please just tell me."
He hesitated, and you could see the gears behind his eyes turning, contemplating the best course of action. Whether telling you was a good idea or not. At first, you thought maybe he wasn't going to say anything. But then, quietly...
"Your heart stopped."
Oh.
"I had my ear over your heart, so I could listen -- hearing it, it comforts me. Knowing it's still going. I just... that's all I do, all night. Listen to your heart... but it -- it stopped. It stopped and --"
You weren't sure when the first tear fell, but you felt the dam break and you felt the sobs that shook your whole body.
Instantly, Crowley had you in his arms, wrapped up tight in a warm embrace that relaxed you all the way through.
"If you tell me it's okay to be scared," you managed through your sobs, "I swear to God."
He laughed, and it sounded wet, and you realized that he was crying too. "Sick of hearing me say that?"
"I'm sick of everyone saying it."
"Yeah, fair enough." He laughed again, and through the tears, you managed to join him.
The two of you stayed locked in that embrace for what felt like hours and, hell, maybe it was. Eventually, though, you mutually disengaged. While you wiped the tears from your face, Crowley moved to a stand.
"Where are you going?" you asked.
He leaned down and planted a gentle kiss in the center of your forehead. "I am going to go get you a hot chocolate."
You couldn't help the little moan that broke out from the back of your throat. "Okay, that does sound good... I guess you can go."
"Thank you, darling," he said teasingly.
You weren't left alone very long -- after that scare, you were sure Crowley would want to start following you even into the places he'd dared not go before, like the toilet and shower.
And though the moment of being alone was nice, you couldn't help but feel relief when you saw him walk in the door, mug of hot cocoa in hand.
He passed it off to you, then sat next to you on the bed and leaned over to kiss your temple. "I know you're tired of hearing it, but it really is okay to be scared. It's okay to feel anything -- but it... it's not okay to bury it all and pretend you don't feel anything. Those emotions are gonna be there, whether you want them to be or not."
You sighed into your hot cocoa. "I know," you whimpered. "I guess I just... I thought maybe if I pretended nothing was different, it'd go away, and people would stop treating me so delicately like they do now. I just want people to stop acting like I'm made of porcelain suddenly."
He looked so sad -- and you could see in his eyes that he was only just realizing he'd been part of the problem. "I'm sorry," he murmured into your shoulder as he leaned in to kiss it. "I'm so sorry. I should've known. I shouldn't have let my feelings affect how I treated you."
"It's okay," you said with a light shrug. "It's okay for you to feel things too. You're my partner -- this affects you too."
He kissed your shoulder again, then pulled you into an awkward side embrace. You didn't mind, though -- you wanted nothing more than to be close to him.
He bent weirdly so that he could rest his cheek over your chest, ear pressed to the spot just over your heart. You let your head fall -- gently -- over his throat, keeping him locked in that contorted position. He didn't seem to mind, more than content to listen to the beating of your heart until long after you'd finished your hot cocoa, and fallen asleep nestled into his neck.
#crowley x reader#crowley x you#good omens x reader#good omens fic#good omens fan fiction#david tennant
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van helsing character notes from today: he is typically "up to time" (punctual), and also always brings his bag with him now (ready for the worst)
"Let all be put down... exactly." OH GOD. here it comes.
I love the way Jack says "it was a lovely morning"; he's speaking with hindsight here, and his misery and resignation color all that came before. He sounds almost mournful as well as wistful when he describes the beautiful day, because he knows the contrast awaiting him inside.
Jack saying "She is always an early riser." with a audible side-eye is so funny. I don't think it's about what he's saying here, more the context of her seeing Lucy and not noticing her sleep isn't peaceful rest. And of course taking away the flowers. Or maybe it's even just that he wishes he didn't have to run into her first thing in the morning.
I LOVE the little, "mm?" interspersed throughout Mrs. Westenra's speech. Again, I feel like the voice acting paints such a good picture of her character, and especially here where she is seeking praise/showing off her self-satisfaction at "helping"
Speaking of. The little edge of rasp in Jack's delivery of "to which she answered:" just before Mrs. Westenra reveals what she has done. And his resigned tone on "asked the Professor." As he's narrating this dialogue he is restricted to just speech tags but his delivery makes his misery clear.
the music creeping in as Mrs. Westenra talks about the "horrible, strong-smelling flowers" building as you realize what she's done and what it must mean in time with van Helsing...!
Mrs. Westenra sounds so proud of herself. So oblivious and cheerful.
The little quiver in Jack's voice at "he actually smiled on her"
"Then, for the first time in my life, I saw Van Helsing break down." Jack speaks this line softly, almost wonderingly. He has so much faith in van Helsing, and he's been using his mentor's confidence as a linchpin to keep his own composure; to see van Helsing break like this is terrifying to him I think. And he doesn't know what to do about it, can't say anything.
van Helsing's sobs and gasping breaths for control are BRUTAL. SO INCREDIBLE. god and his plea to god. AMAZING
and the music, almost gentle at first but more and more creepy and lingering/ominous as he goes along
the fierce determination as van Helsing insists they will keep fighting
"yet another operation of transfusion of blood." the way Jack says this line I think really brings out a sense of hopeless resignation. He sounds almost sickened at the last word. Everything seems to point to this being useless yet again, but obviously failing to try their utmost isn't even a consideration. He just is losing hope that it can be stopped.
"Again the operation; again the narcotic; again some return of colour to the ashy cheeks, and the regular breathing of healthy sleep." THIS delivery is so excellent. The deep sigh, the resigned tone, the almost bored listing of what was once so agonizing an operation. The way he doesn't linger on Lucy's improvement at all, doesn't even linger on van Helsing's condition. Instead he just kind of sums up that it worked (for now), that van Helsing spoke to Mrs. Westenra, etc. etc.....
"After another hour Lucy waked from her sleep, fresh and bright and seemingly not much the worse for her terrible ordeal." He sounds almost amused, and so exhausted, so sad. She doesn't even know that she has nearly died for a third time. She doesn't know that, as far as he can tell, she will continue on just like this, on and on, nearly dying, barely saved, recovered and cheerful, and then death coming back again, and again, until eventually it cannot be denied any longer...
van Helsing broke down today, but Jack is the one who is most brutally disheartened. He's losing hope, he's becoming almost numb, he's doubting his own mind.
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Here's that au I threatened everyone about :D
Context for those who have never seen Pushing Daisies: it’s about a pie baker with the power to bring people back from the dead by touching their skin. If he touches them again, they die forever. He has about a minute to re-dead someone after revival to avoid having someone else around die as a trade and uses this power to solve murders. He revived his childhood friend/crush/first kiss and now they can never ever touch skin to skin or ☠️ its a very cute show despite this premise, very quirky and stylized and created by Bryan Fuller!
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ID: 1. Full body drawing of Guillermo, dressed in a black tee shirt, dark green chinos, red sneakers, black leather gloves, and an apron around his waist. He is holding a steaming pie in both hands on his right side and is smiling adoringly up towards a human Nandor on his left. Nandor smiles back at him with equal adoration, hair up in a half bun and earring dangling from his left ear. He is wearing a loud yellow flower patterned shirt unbuttoned to his sternum and tucked into light wash jeans under a brown suede fringe jacket. His belt buckle has a horse on it. Arms safely tucked behind his back, Nandor gently knocks one of his brown boots against Guillermo's foot. A logo in the top left corner is a mishmash of the What We Do in the Shadows and Pushing Daisies logos, now reading "What We Push in the Daisies."
2a. In the foreground, the corpse of Jenna is laying on a silver table and covered chest down by a white cloth. On the other side of the table are Guillermo and Nandor. Guillermo looks down at Jenna, one of his gloves pulled off, and says "Ok, let's wake her up," as he touches her forehead with a bare finger. Nandor leans forward, eyes on the corpse, with an indulgent smile, arms carefully tucked behind his back. He is wearing a patterned brown blazer with a purple collar, a patterned gold tee shirt, earring, a necklace, and has his hair pulled in a low ponytail. 2b. Jenna opens her eyes with a start, color returning to her skin. She says wonderingly, "I'm alive?" Guillermo tugs his glove back on and replies quickly, "For now. So, real quick, who ki-" He is cut off as Nandor leans toward her with a sympathetic smile, asking "Can I get you anything? A glass of water? How are you feeling?" 2c. Guillermo glares over at Nandor, saying through gritted teeth, "Nandor we literally have like one minute!" Nandor glares back, holding his hands palm up in a helpless gesture, and responds "Well, it can be very disorienting to be brought back from the dead!" Jenna, still lying on the table, looks away uncomfortably and asks, pointing with her thumb, "Should I come back later, or...?"
3a. Waist up of Guillermo and Nandor as Nandor lurches forward, holding up a clear sheet of plastic wrap so he can kiss Guillermo through it. They both close their eyes through the almost-contact, Guillermo's arms stiff at his sides as hearts erupt all around them. 3b. Nandor leans back and lowers the plastic, grinning as he tosses a thumbs up and says "Still alive!" Guillermo, dazed, glasses crooked, hearts floating around his head, just stares blearily back with a grin. 3c. Zoom out, Nandor taps his chin thoughtfully and rolls his eyes toward the ceiling, a sly smile on his face. He says, "I bet if we made a full body condom we could-" Guillermo jolts, reddens, and adjusts his glasses, quickly interrupting, "Too dangerous! Probably. Right?"
4. Human Nadja and Laszlo sitting on a loud purple pink and red loveseat. Nadja is wearing a red minidress with a dark flower pattern belted at the waist with a slit up the thigh under a crop sweater with a high fur collar. She has one arm around Laszlo and the other stretched out on the arm of the couch and her legs are tucked neatly together, covered in fishnets, hair up in a bun with straight bangs and longer sections framing her face. She smirks at the viewer, all red lipstick and heavy rose eyeshadow under a decorative little fascinator. Laszlo sits at her side, legs crossed jauntily in tall leather high heeled boots. He is wearing deep red trousers and a red silk shirt in the same pattern as Nadja's dress, half unbuttoned to show a good bit of chest hair, under a fluffy fur coat. He has fishnet gloves and rose eyeshadow to match his wife and is gesturing with a little grin as he explains, "And that's how I ended up with an eye patch...on my willy. Perched in various places in the couch are three cockatoos, two of which are saying "I'm Colin! Braaak! I'm Colin!" The third is saying "I'm C-Man!" /end ID
#wwdits#nandermo#lasja#mlm#pushing daisies au#what we do in the shadows#what we do in the shadows fx#my art#fanart#image described#streaming on hbo max if u wanna check it out
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