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kingofdorkville · 1 year ago
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i have a list of characters that are the exception to the "is mike normal about this character played by dean martin?" rule. i don't like them.
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liasblocks · 3 months ago
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kayvalencourt · 5 months ago
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Snippets from a phosphorous/gi doodle page
Do they have a ship name yet? I haven't seen much
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Julius Grief as a character is so fascinating for me. Like, so much unexplored potential there. Did he know that day that Jack wasn't being killed so it was just a joke to him????
His accent??? Afrikaans-german-ish with french lilt? The fact that he thought that he could gel in with the big bad by drinking.....beer? And it works—
That time in prison where he tried peeling his face off? The heavily implied sexual assault by that one creepy guy in nightshade?
The shoddy welding job on purpose? Beginnings of the escape plan?
Being trained to be a literal genius?
The possibilities were endless
RIP Julius you'd have loved gua Sha and changing your face to have a different jaw than Alex.
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punkrockscully · 8 months ago
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“She’s So Heavy” Plays in the Background of My Highlight Reel of You or Primavera Sound, 03-06-2016
1. I want you, I want you so bad
Red-orange light looks good on him; you’re bathed in it like two lit-up stoplights except you never know when to stop— pushing farther every night and how far until one of you breaks? You can’t imagine it; he could never break you while he’s still by your side. You will let him push until—until, that’s the question.
Fingers through his hair, eyes dark as two chocolate coins, his gaze profoundly unconditional and only for you. Maybe you’re playing guitar, maybe you’re just standing there staring into the matchless flames of his eyes. Either way, your fingers are guided only by instinct.
Foreheads knock like friends at the door. He presses close, infinite glories in sweat and skin— shining in the hollow of his throat, his upper lip. You want to lick but must be content to simply look.
2. I want you so bad it’s driving me mad
No one makes you laugh like this, hoots and hollers, childhood sounds; still two teenagers in a dark room only now there are thousands of people in the room with you. Still, you are soft with him, little lilt of body toward his always—unwrap the mortifying ordeal and be known by him.
Your nose touches the corner of his mouth pressed in a line against his cheek—you are subtle as a starving dog, all teeth and all fours and all his, throaty all-nighter in the muse’s hours.
Pseudo-intellectuals will say you’re good friends, but no one has seen your disorderly dreamscapes where it’s just you two and an ocean, a kiss and another, stolen places hidebound, embossed with your initials—that’s where you are now, face-first on him under an orange halo-glow panting like an animal with a cracked-open grin.
3. It’s driving me mad
God, but he lurches like a little sonic boom, rubbing his forehead against yours like he can get the stink of your dirty thoughts all over him—refracting not-so-subtle in his eyes too-big, prolific abundance of fantasies.
There is no room for naivety, that has long passed like a veil falling from between you, exposed to luck’s right-turning fragility— luck, and compatibility, and secrets shared in bedrooms, knees pressed close together like seashell halves.
Say it out loud with your river-reed body while he warbles and ripples like water against you; he could breach your infinitude with one havocked hand on the back of your head, wrap his blueness around yours in a winding clutch where his fingers dig in, grip, alter, loosen.
When he bends, you bend, rendered still by his eyes catching on your edges. Feel him in your bones where he’s made a home, submerged in marrow-hours invoking you like a saint—sunspangled forever, he leans in the window and waits for you to come home to him.
based on these gifs by @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind
for @daddy-long-legssss, hope you like :)
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inkweaving · 2 months ago
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AURORA // The Flood
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musicandotherstuff · 2 years ago
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Arctic Monkeys - The Mann Center, Philadelphia
05/09/2023
📸: floodmagazine
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janethekillsyou · 3 months ago
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Welcome to this blog!!
My name is Stella (@i-have-no-soul) and this blog is essentially the home for any of my headcanons, incorrect quotes, and other assorted writings related to Creepypasta!
A little bit of information about me. As mentioned earlier, my name is Stella, I go by she/her, I’m a minor, I’m bi, asexual, and transfem. I’ve been a Creepypasta fan for years, but I’m only getting involved in the fandom for real now as my hyperfixation has been reinvigorated.
My favorite creeps are Jane (duh), Clockwork, Nina, Kate the Chaser, and the entire cast of Marble Hornets. Expect a lot surrounding them (tho I certainly won’t limit myself to just them).
Some ground rules. I have no hard and fast DNI and I don’t block often but I will block anyone who brings unneeded hostility or overall makes this blog less fun. Critique on my writing is always welcome; unabashed hate and aggression is not. My interpretation of characters may differ from the fandom consensus, so keep that in mind while reading my posts.
My askbox is open if you want me to write a request for headcanons / writings about a specific character / concept and I will do my best to get around to it in as timely a manner as possible. My only hard rule is no NSFW as I am again both a minor and asexual. While I have nothing against it, I have never written X reader content, so while you’re free to request it, I cannot promise it will be… Good.
With that being said, welcome!
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canyousonicme · 2 years ago
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lilsisdyke · 1 year ago
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i understand men sometimes, really. when im angry i too wanna wreck-break-gape-flood a cute little thing's asshole.
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juvian · 11 months ago
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Zubat, the bat pokemon -> 041
Golbat, the bat pokemon -> 042
Crobat, the bat pokemon -> 169
Do not repost - Pokedex serie | Ko-fi
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pinkponygrl · 1 month ago
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westeroswisdom · 10 months ago
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Alex Flood of MNE has a conversation with Tom Glynn-Carney (Aegon II Targaryen).
It was very wide-ranging. Among other things, Tom talked about what might have been on Aegon's playlist – if Aegon had such a playlist.
Perhaps the most interesting factoid about HotD from the convo is that it took Tom seven hours to have the prosthetics applied and get into costume for the scenes where Aegon is recovering from his injuries.
As with other appearances, Tom comes across as a fun person to hang out with.
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des-vanecido · 2 years ago
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Juro que cambié, ven a conocerme nuevamente.
—Mi Instagram
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kingofdorkville · 1 year ago
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I'll never stop posting this screenshot
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thesixthstar · 1 month ago
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SUSAN CAMPBELL!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YES
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