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i loved the professor!anakin piece omg it was so good!! i think we need more.. like kinda inspired by your other writing

professor!anakin giving reader a D on her test because someone went over the tests with him and it would’ve been suspicious if he gave her an A or B so when she receives the test and sees her grade he can already see a tantrum about to happen.. when all the students cleared out the classroom she explodeeeeess!

giving a major tantrum about how she deserves better (master of manipulation i might add) and cries a million tears and screams and pushes at him, oh god how is he gonna fix this..?

guess he’ll have to comfort her by holding her really tight and then give it to her nice and good on his desk🎀

GAHDJEORNEK I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS. was gonna gatekeep this because it’s so good but you guys are lucky!! i’m so writing another part based of this

insecure and unsure if he still loves you because ani gave you a bad grade? but honey, he loves you to death !! he hates seeing you like this, all sad and a hiccuping mess! :(

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hot dilfs? hot dilfs <3

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THE WALKING DEAD.

WARNING,

a lot down here is NSFW.

NAVIGATION,

✮ — nsfw

☾ — sfw

for more, click here: guidelines + more info

✮ dilf!rick grimes with age gap

↳ INCLUDES! rick knows it’s wrong, but he can’t keep his hands off you.

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dilf!rick grimes with age gap

description box: rick knows it’s wrong, but he can’t keep his hands off you.

warnings: slight nsfw warning, mostly a drabble , prison!era

RICK THINKS IT’S SO CUTE actually, this little crush you have on him. it’s so obvious by the way you’re always looking for him when you enter a room, or the way you always giggle at his jokes—they’re rarely actually funny but you seem to think they are—and the way you always puff your chest a little when he’s there, as if you’re trying to get his attention.

and he lets you. lets you indulge your little fantasies. lets you follow him around. lets you cling to his arm.

he knows he probably should put an end to it—for god’s sake, you’re half his age! he could be your father! but you’re such a pretty, young thing; such an emotional and sensitive soul and so dependent on him, you’re as cute as a button and he just can’t bring himself to.

you’re a crybaby. so sweet. can’t get anything done without him, but rick secretly likes it, he likes the way you need him to do simple things for you like opening a bottle. he’ll flex his arms while he’s doing it and watch you almost drool over his arm muscles. it’s so adorable, really, he thinks.

or when you need help reaching something high in the shelf. he’ll grind up against you, hand on your waist, as he reaches up. he loves the way your breath hitches nervously and the way your frame almost disappears in comparison to his height.

sometimes you’ll even fake problems. you’re not even trying to open that box, you just straight up make your way to rick, demanding he opens this box for you. you think you’re so clever; that he doesn’t notice, but he does.

you make him feel like he’s young again. like he’s twenty years old and still desirable. rick knows you think otherwise, by god you’ve made that obvious. he could’ve taken you right there at the shelf and he knows you would’ve let him, would’ve let him do unspeakable things to your body, would’ve let him have you. but he didn’t. because he has a ring on his finger. because he has a son. because he has a daughter. and although he doesn’t have a wife anymore, he restricts himself from any kind of contact this way.

but right now, he somehow doesn’t seem to care, not when he has you like this—legs propped up over his shoulders, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, tears and runny mascara on your cheeks and marks all over your neck and chest.

he loves it when you’re like this. so unravelled. so messy. so pretty.

and he can’t help himself—he just has to have you.

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dilf!rick grimes with age gap

description box: rick knows it’s wrong, but he can’t keep his hands off you.

warnings: slight nsfw warning, mostly a drabble , prison!era

RICK THINKS IT’S SO CUTE actually, this little crush you have on him. it’s so obvious by the way you’re always looking for him when you enter a room, or the way you always giggle at his jokes—they’re rarely actually funny but you seem to think they are—and the way you always puff your chest a little when he’s there, as if you’re trying to get his attention.

and he lets you. lets you indulge your little fantasies. lets you follow him around. lets you cling to his arm.

he knows he probably should put an end to it—for god’s sake, you’re half his age! he could be your father! but you’re such a pretty, young thing; such an emotional and sensitive soul and so dependent on him, you’re as cute as a button and he just can’t bring himself to.

you’re a crybaby. so sweet. can’t get anything done without him, but rick secretly likes it, he likes the way you need him to do simple things for you like opening a bottle. he’ll flex his arms while he’s doing it and watch you almost drool over his arm muscles. it’s so adorable, really, he thinks.

or when you need help reaching something high in the shelf. he’ll grind up against you, hand on your waist, as he reaches up. he loves the way your breath hitches nervously and the way your frame almost disappears in comparison to his height.

sometimes you’ll even fake problems. you’re not even trying to open that box, you just straight up make your way to rick, demanding he opens this box for you. you think you’re so clever; that he doesn’t notice, but he does.

you make him feel like he’s young again. like he’s twenty years old and still desirable. rick knows you think otherwise, by god you’ve made that obvious. he could’ve taken you right there at the shelf and he knows you would’ve let him, would’ve let him do unspeakable things to your body, would’ve let him have you. but he didn’t. because he has a ring on his finger. because he has a son. because he has a daughter. and although he doesn’t have a wife anymore, he restricts himself from any kind of contact this way.

but right now, he somehow doesn’t seem to care, not when he has you like this—legs propped up over his shoulders, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, tears and runny mascara on your cheeks and marks all over your neck and chest.

he loves it when you’re like this. so unravelled. so messy. so pretty.

and he can’t help himself—he just has to have you.

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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by samanthacavet

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by benjaminwolf__

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Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

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Frida Kahlo, from a letter written in 1934, featured in "The Letters of Frida Kahlo,"

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INTERSTELLAR + Images captured in space

TARANTULA NEBULA | Hubble Space Telescope THE BLACK HOLE | The Event Horizon Telescope GRAVITATIONAL LENSING | Hubble Space Telescope

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Listen. I don't make the rules. If a movie is directed by Christopher Nolan and/or scored by Hans Zimmer, it slaps like 90 percent of the time

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when it comes down to it everything is about ghosts except ghosts, which are about love.

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INTERSTELLAR 

2014 | Christopher Nolan

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No_Time_For_Caution_HansZimmer.mp3 INTERSTELLAR (2014) dir. Christopher Nolan

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GTKTM: FAVORITE TV SHOW/FILM PER MEMBER ↳ INTERSTELLAR (2014) — by Anna (@muldery)

We've always defined ourselves by the ability to overcome the impossible. And we count these moments. These moments when we dare to aim higher, to break barriers, to reach for the stars, to make the unknown known. We count these moments as our proudest achievements. But we lost all that. Or perhaps we've just forgotten that we are still pioneers. And we've barely begun. And that our greatest accomplishments cannot be behind us, that our destiny lies above us.

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anyone a twd fan? would looove to write abt rick grimes my pookie