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he looks so happy i- 😭❤️

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this is still the hottest thing ever

Dean Winchester | 2x16 “Roadkill”

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Dog Day Afternoon Sidney Lumet. 1975

Bank 285 Prospect Park West, Brooklyn, NY 11215, USA See in map

See in imdb

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this is all you need to know about the show

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may february bring you a little extra love

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wish we had more episodes with Mike as a biker

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Men were wearing crop tops, make up, and platform boots in the 70s but we’re gunna act like that’s suddenly a crime in 2019, mmm not on my watch baby

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Matilda (1996), dir. Danny DeVito

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Danger: happens

Mike: ah fuck its Hold Davy time

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another meme i won’t finish: male characters (3/20) - nick miller (new girl)

I was born on a cold, lonely street on the South Side of Chicago. As rumor has it, and there’s no proof of this, obviously, but I delivered myself.

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bisexual F.R.I.E.N.D.S

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shower sex with roger :))

honey 🍯, where do i even start

✨ first of, just imagine his wet long blond hair against his cheeks and those big blue eyes intensely staring at you

✨ the water is warm and comforting but your back definitely pressed against the wet tiles

✨ i feel like you both would still be half dressed AND A WET SHIRT STICKING AGAINST HIS TORSO

✨ he would do that thing when he lifts your leg up and a bit to the side as he enters you

✨ the bathroom is closed and all but you can still hear the flickering of the record player on low as roger kisses your neck

✨ the wet, cold chain necklace of his gliding across your chest

✨ he would hold your thigh and let it be laced around his waist as he pounds into you

✨ cigarette and mint tea breath

✨ wet hair tickling over your shoulders

✨ his cum dripping on your thighs because why not come there it’s a shower

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Delicate

Author’s Note: For @yourealegendfred aka your real gend fred aka Amanda’s writing challenge.

Summary: The reader suffered a nasty, public breakup that labeled her a slut in the eyes of everybody but John. Roughly based on the song Delicate by Taylor Swift.

Word Count: 2.6kish

I should’ve known Gregory was a mistake long before I broke up with him. Long before I started dating him, even.

I got caught up in his reputation.

Rockstar, bad boy. But besides that, an incredible talent. He and his band were touring with Queen for god sakes. That is until I caught him in the bathroom with another girl during one of the parties thrown by the record label and caused a scene in front of everybody. Including members of both bands as well every other musician under their label.

That was when he started screaming lies about me. How I had slept with every member of his band as well as a bunch of men with names I didn’t recognize. Everybody in the room went wide-eyed and began whispering amongst each other. All except Freddie. He grabbed Gregory by his shoulder and all but shoved him out the front door along with the girl he had been balls deep in when I opened the bathroom door.

I don’t know what I expected. I should’ve known better. Hell, I did know better. That’s why I went into the bathroom despite the hollers of occupied from a woman inside.

I couldn’t be mad at her either. I was in that position once. A target of interest for a gorgeous, powerful man. It was something you couldn’t say no to. And he knew it. And took full advantage.

          “Right. On with it then!” Freddie hollered to the party goers. They all returned to their drinks and dancing except for the occasional side eye here and there.

I then realized that he was my ride home and let out a groan. I figured I’d wait until the party wound down before I tried to take off. Besides, I needed to at least pretend like I wasn’t totally crushed by the lies that came flying from Gregory’s mouth. I found myself at the bar and before I could even order, there was a drink being pushed into my hand.

I glanced over to see a mop of curly hair sitting beside me. John Deacon had handed me his beer,

          “Think you need that more than me.” He smiled softly as he ordered another for himself.

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