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Ineffable ass dimples: A study in contrasts.

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Me, realizing I have to actually write my own stories instead of them just magically writing themselves:

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ok but guys…

guys.

how

HOW IS HE SO FUCKING ATTRACTIVE

i mean ffs

IM GONNA PASS OUT

fucking

michael sheen is not just a snack people

he’s a full fucking five course meal at a three star michelin restaurant

gordon ramsay couldn’t cook up shit half as delicious as this man

just fucking kill me already

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My fan video of Aro and Peter with Depeche Mode's song 'Surrender'.

Especially for our fic, Il Tuo Cantante 💖

https://vimeo.com/377186733

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staff You are recommending that I follow a nazi blog I blocked last night. Your site promotes anti-semitism to Jews. Your site shoves Nazi Swastikas in the faces of Jews. It’s bad enough that the Nazi blogs seem to be sprouting up like weeds on a site that claims to have an anti-hate policy, but to actively promote them to people who have taken the steps of blocking these blogs is beyond the pale. Clean this place up. It’s turning into Stormfront. I encourage everyone who sees this post, Jewish or otherwise, to reblog it. Tumblr has been ignoring the growth of Nazism on this site for too long. It needs to end.

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Real genuine reasons why things don’t happen faster at AO3

We’re all volunteers.

The person who’s needed to handle this issue is currently packing so they can move across the country for a new job.

They were in the middle of doing the thing, but their grandmother just died and they need to go to her funeral.

It requires coordinating with 3 other committees and the members are in 7 time zones and getting everyone together to discuss the problem and decide on a plan of action takes time.

I was waiting on a response that would answer my question to allow me to continue working on the thing from someone who’s asleep right now because they live in Australia.

I was going to do it tonight but I have an exchange fic due tomorrow that I really need to finish.

This person has a first date tonight and they’re too excited to concentrate!

They’re doing the thing, but in bits and pieces around having a 6-month-old baby.

We’re all volunteers.

They did the thing, but they need someone else to sign off on it, and that person is down with the stomach flu.

The thing is ready but it needs more testers before it can be safely deployed, and they’re waiting for people to be able to test it.

We ordered the things we need to allow us to do the thing, so now we’re waiting on the company that will ship them to us.

The 3rd-party software that we use to do the thing went down.

I worked for 5 hours on the thing after I got home from work today and it’s still not done and I’m exhausted and I need to sleep.

I was training new volunteers so that someday we can have more people who can do this thing, rather than working on the thing itself today.

This issue was picked up by one of those new volunteers, who is eager to help but doesn’t necessarily know all the ins and outs yet, and may take more time.

I looked at the insurmountable size of the thing and fell into a deep despair and had to sit and cry for a little while.

The ticket was so arrogant and rude that nobody wanted to answer it so it sat there for 6 weeks.

We’re all volunteers.

I decided that spending time with my family tonight was more important for my mental health and preserving relationships than sitting hunched over the computer for hours.

I made the mistake of going on social media and saw people yelling at us for failing to finish the thing already, what’s wrong with us, why can’t we just do it, it should be easy!

The new movie in the series I love most came out and I’m going to see it tonight!

I was reading a really good fic.

The thing is really complicated.  It just genuinely takes a lot of time to do.  Even paid employees would take a lot of time to do this, because it’s hard.

None of us are getting paid to do this, we are giving up our free time and energy and effort to this project, and sometimes we need to focus on the things we love to remind us why we’re doing this at all.

We’re all volunteers.

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Being an adult virgin shouldn’t be thought of negatively, mocked, or inferiorized. Engagement in sexual activity shouldn’t be used as a tool to think of oneself as superior to those who don’t have sex.

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Il Tuo Cantante

Hello again people!! Thank you again for all the likes and reblogs on this story. I get very happy about it !!! Soooooo, hm, this is part three of this fic, I suck at writing smut, so I’m sorry in advance for it and for misspellings. Enjoy your reading 🖤🖤

Chapter 3/? - Deal

"Are you fucking kidding me ? ..." Peter said as he entered the hotel room just to see Aro comfortably sat on the huge couch, his legs elegantly crossed his hair still short; Peter didn´t like that cut, his Aro has long hair, just below the shoulders. Damn it ! Aro was not his. The vampire seemed not to be bothered by his presence and he looked utterly amazed by a Mexican soap opera, it was a sight that made the butterflies on Peters’ stomach flutter. It was fun to watch a supernatural being so amazed by something so silly. It also made a small smile grace the hunter´s lips.

"What are you doing here ? Didn’t I just sent you away ?” Peter said pretending to be angry at Aro.

“Darling !” Aro said cheerfully, taking his eyes away from the huge screen to stare at Peter “You took so long to arrive, I wondered if anything had happened to you” then the vampire turned his eyes to the tv again, and kept talking “I took the liberty to order your dinner. Is already waiting for you on the table, darling”

Peter sighed in resignation and walked to stand in front of the TV Aro's red eyes on his. He could feel those red eyes on his body, cataloguing each centimetre of him. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

“What you want?”

"I thought it was clear, darling." the brunette said, arching an eyebrow. And this time it was Peter who arched an eyebrow and clicked his tongue in fake annoyance.

“Of course, it was, you fucking pervert…” The illusionist said and rolled his eyes “You just want to fuck me ... You know what ? it will never happen ! Ever !”

“ Too bad !! I was so confident of it” Aro replied in a mocking tone “Now go have dinner Peter ! Or it will get cold” Peter growled frustrated and threw his hands up stomping out into the dining room. Aro would not be leaving anytime soon, the vampire would make his life a living hell. The young magician sat at the table and shouted at his dinner. A salad, a soup and a glass of orange juice.

“ Who do you think you are ? My mother, you monster?” Peter said loud enough for the other to hear, while jabbing an arugula leaf angrily with his fork eating a mouthful of the salad and chewing between grumbles “Fucking leech….” in a few seconds, Aro was in front of him watching him, he was without his suit and only with the button-down black shirt, the necklace that indicated his bloodline hanging from his neck making Peter reach the juice and take a sip just to look away from his chest.

"I haven't eaten anything for years, but I guess the rules of etiquette haven't changed that much," Aro said, dragging the chair next to Peter and sitting on it, crossing his legs elegantly, his fingers entwined on his legs, his gaze amused. Those eyes.

“What you want?”

"Getting to know you better," Aro said simply, adjusting in his chair and staring at him. Peter finished his salad and his glass of juice and leaned back in the high-backed chair with armrests. The chair resembled a throne. The way Aro watched him now made him shiver. His eyes turning burgundy, his lips parted, the breath Aro didn’t need hitching in his throat . "This chair reminds me a lot of a throne I have back home....Now darling, I´m wondering how would you look like sitting in my throne...” Aro said in a low voice, closing his eyes and licking his lips slowly. Peter bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning at the sight of that tongue, as he remembered the feel of that cold, soft mouth on his, suddenly the vampire uncrossed his long legs sliding to the floor, getting on one knee as he stared at Peter, reaching for his hand, this time his hands were gloved, kissing his fingertips in a false gesture of submission “I only ask you one chance, Peter. Just a chance for you to see that I'm not like the scum that killed your parents…” the vampire said, while kissing Peter´s fingers, the back of his hand, then placing fluttering kisses on his wrist “Please, my king. One chance, and if I fail, I will leave and never look for you again. ” The Kisses went up his arm and back to his wrist.

"And - and how are you going to convince me of giving you this chance?" Peter tried to speak with a little authority getting in the game, when the other's tongue touched his skin, Peter whimpered. He knew he was not in control of the situation; it was just a game where Aro had unfair advantages, and that soon the positions would reverse.

"I don't know, my king." Aro continued their little game. "What do you suggest?" This time he was watching Peter with a look of innocence, expectation.

"A kiss," Peter gasped, closing his eyes and saying it at once before he could regret it.

"As you wish, my king." Aro slowly lifted himself off the floor, holding Peter's hand while they changed their current positions; Aro sat on the chair that looked like a throne pulling Peter into his lap. The vampire stared at him with a little of affection the possessive way that Aro kept their bodies flushed together, the magician's arms snaking around the vampire's neck, one hand twining in the black locks, the yellow light from the chandelier that hung in the ceiling above their heads, the gray-blue walls behind them giving the scene a perfect frame. "Just to make you more comfortable, my king." Peter closed his eyes first and allowed himself to be kissed, that soft, cold mouth on his he moaned desperately it felt like he hadn't kissed Aro in years when actually it was only a few hours ago. This time what bothered him was the texture of the silk gloves Aro wore that touched his skin beneath his shirt, as it slid down his spine, tracing his spine as his own fingers messed the vampire´s hair. Feeling the frustration of his lover Aro removed his gloves at superhuman speed and put his hands on his lovers hips skin, sliding them up and down his sides, drawing circles with his thumb and delighting in the little moans that came in response. Gently Aro lowered his mouth down the hunter's neck, holding on not to take a bite no matter how tender he was afraid to overdo it, the way Peter's blood smelled to him. Gods. Thanks to the gods, he had enough self-control. He didn't want to lose control with Peter, didn't want to break any of Peter´s limbs if they made love. They should not be doing this either. But Aro was selfish, when came to things that brought him pleasure. Especially now that he had found his cantante.

Peter had taken off his own shirt by throwing it on the floor and the vampire knew his darling would want to take his clothes off too, but Aro was not ready for that. The vampire was not prepared to let himself go and enjoy all the sensations that their skin touching would bring him so he distracted the hunter, settling him better on his lap, accommodating Peter's back on his chest by putting an arm around his waist. Aro placed his chin on his lover´s shoulder, pulling his cock out of pants and underwear, sliding his hand from the base to the tip, feeling the shivers of pleasure that ran down Peter´s body marvelling how Peter writhed with pleasure on his lap, moaning his name, moving his head a little to kiss Aro´s jaw, his ear, and even though their skin wasn't touching properly it was overwhelming to feel the warmth that came from Peter through the fabric of his dark clothes. Where he was cold, Peter was hot and warm and made his whole mouth fill with that sweet poison. As Aro wanked him, he kissed Peter's shoulders, grazed his teeth through the long neck, nothing to mark Peter. They both thought it was a shame, but they would not say it aloud.

"Aro ...." Peter whimpered , writhing in his lap, the brown eyes clouded with pleasure. "Bite me, please." It was a weak, sighed, almost begged plea that the vampire was sure that if his heart beat it would stop beating for that very second, Peter bared his elegant neck just for his pleasure. Maybe he should ignore the request, pretend not to hear it, but the lean body of the other seemed to expect him to do so with increasing anxiety and expectation and pleasure. And suddenly he didn't know how to say no or ignore it, he just ducked his head and licked a piece of Peter's neck increasing the speed of his hand, closing his mouth around Peter´s neck sucking a lovebite that would last for days . They orgasmed at the same time. After a few moments of them sitting there just enjoying each other presence, Peter nuzzled Aro´s neck and said in sleepy whisper

"We have a deal, bastard." Aro chuckled.

Henceforth it would be the gods and the stars above their heads and the mortal and immortal beneath their feet

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If anyone’s going to kill you

rated T for some violence and swearing, 2k words. This is actually the first fic i wrote about them. 

Peter and Aro were walking back to the mansion after their not date. No matter how smugly Aro called it their first date, it was a business meeting to discuss a rogue vampire who was killing people locally and no one wanted the Volturis to get the blame.

They were near the edge of town when Peter suddenly grabbed Aro and pulled him into an alleyway whispering, “Quick, make it look like we’re making out.” He pulled Aro’s cloak partly round them and turned his head to hide his face.

Continuar lendo

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Michael Sheen as Lucian in Underworld

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Friday... A good day for a drink! 🤭💕

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Nosso maravilhoso ship 💖

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Oh, the hero is a straight-laced, charismatic, conventionally handsome, neurotypical, heterosexual white man who trusts the government and lives in a bland, flavorless relationship with a subserviant, less-talented woman whose life revolves around him, and I WASN’T supposed to like the villain more? My bad

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Se aventurem con esse shipp maravilhoso, os Unlikely Husbands Walt Jodell e Roland Blum.

Pra mais é só clicar aqui: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/unlikely-husbands-17849315

Os opostos se atraem, certo? 😉