#Pree

[yumyumpod]

[nimuetheseawitch]

KILLJOYS favorite character: Pree

S2E9 Johnny Be Good

[crimsonscloud]

Do you know how to beat her? No. But I know how it ends.

for @killjoysmonth prompt: endings / beginnings

[annemarieyeretzian]

zeph asking pree “how do I get over this, pree?” and pree looking at her and saying “oh, sweetheart. you don’t.” and tucking her hair behind her ear and adding “life isn’t about getting over or letting go. just moving ahead.”

[thicksexyasswomen46]

Snacks

@_pree

@thicksexyasswomen46😋

[ladilsa]

Faster, Higher, Stronger

Compete Against Yourself || Get Better For Yourself

https://www.ladilsa.com/hotclub.html

#prefontaine #pree #steveprefontaine #withoutlimits #faster #higher #stronger

[sexypinkon]

Back Room Bertha 2008 10 x 10 inches Oil on linen

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Sexypink - A gem of an article on an exceptional body of work by Jamaican Artist Roberta Stoddart.

[onlydroppingbaddies]

[katiefrog217]

Crowley wasn't good at doing it himself, but Aziraphale was more than happy to preen his wings for him.

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Crowley wasn't very good at taking care of his feathers.

Aziraphale's were always so immaculately groomed. Rarely was a feather out of place, unless he was going through a particularly ill-timed molt. Some called it vanity, Aziraphale called it "looking presentable".

He could hardly blame Crowley for his lack of self-care though; his serpentine physique was hardly equipped with the tools to care for them. If it really got bad, he could always miracle them into shape, though he hardly even bothered to do that.

It had gotten to Aziraphale one day and he had set about fussing with the demon's wings, plucking out every errant feather and straightening the remaining ones. By the time he finished his task, the black feathers shone glossy and pristine in the lamp light. He puffed up with pride as he examined his handiwork, only to wither as realization doused him like a bucket of ice water.

He glanced nervously at the owner of the wings, realizing with a start just how many feathers lay strewn about them. He could make an entire second pair of wings with them, and just as well since he had dug deep and found feathers that should have fallen out 2 molts ago (really, how had Crowley managed to stand it? It must have itched like anything)! Crowley, for his part, lay beneath the carnage, coiled tightly around Aziraphale unmoving. His glasses had long been set side, and Aziraphale turned to find himself being watched by those beautiful golden orbs. He pondered for a moment if Crowley was asleep (hard to tell since serpents couldn't blink), but a small flick of a tongue when their gazes met proved him wrong. He wished he'd been right.

Aziraphale cleared his throat. "Apologies my dear, i-it seems I got quite carried away..." He mumbled awkwardly, embarrassment evident in his tone, his feathers puffing reflexively. It was practically the understatement of the century. 'Carried away'. Preening one's feathers was an inherently personal, bordering on intimate, thing. Crowley especially didn't seem to like anyone touching his wings and here he had spent Heaven only knew how long preening them himself, WITHOUT SO MUCH AS ASKING HIM FIRST--

He shifted uncomfortably when Crowley didn't reply immediately, choosing instead to leisurely inspect the angelic dove's handiwork. The silence was deafening, and Crowley seemed determined to stretch it out indefinitely as his slit pupils raked over each feather individually. Aziraphale desperately searched his gaze for anything he could discern, but only found concentrated scrutiny.

Then finally, finally Crowley turned his golden gaze back to him, his tongue flickering thoughtfully. Aziraphale's heart hammered with anxiety as he unknowingly held his breath, his wings shuffling awkwardly at his side. His fluttering heart nearly took off itself when he finally heard Crowley's low drawl.

"Mhm, thanks. They look... Better. Clean. Neat. It felt... Nice," Crowley said slowly, his s's elongating as he eeked out the rare compliment, the last part mumbled so quietly Aziraphale nearly thought he imagined it. Before he could muster a reply, Crowley dipped his head, laying it firmly beneath Aziraphale's feathery breast. His coils tightened as one came up to cover his face, shielding his eyes from view. Evidently, he was done talking.

Aziraphale stood there silently for a moment, letting his racing heart slow to a more normal rhythm before he thought of trying to extract himself from the demon's coils. He had bothered Crowley enough for one night, he thought. However, the moment he made to move, those newly preened wings stretched out on either side, trapping him in, he quietly resigned himself instead.

He would find later that preening Crowley's feathers would, as many other things between them had, become part of their routine. On nights when they look particularly egregious or found themselves with nothing better to do, they would settle in a warm corner of Aziraphale's bookshop, and allow themselves this quiet, yet delicate moment between them.

[battlecouplesoulmates]

My new blanket with 63 of my favourite ships on it!

The ships order goes from bottom to top, left to right so when I'm sitting up in bed on my phone the images are facing me.

Thanks to @italymystery-swanqueen and @olgipolgi for letting me use their edits.

[nimuetheseawitch]

KILLJOYS 2.02

"Alright, bitches. Who's up for cleaning brains off of brick, hmm?"

Pree takes back The Royale

[fortunate-hal]

"Queen Daenerys must enter alone, or not at all."

Daenerys Targaryen as depicted in the Finnish special edition of A Clash of Kings illustrated by Petri Hiltunen.

[haerinheartss]

WERE MAKING A NEW COMEBACK AND GOING TO COACHELLA???

YESSSS

@vivimura @chrrific @nenemura @heeaara @bambisnc @glittercrashhh @jjennuine @jiiyen @manaah02 @amoressb @peacheeeliz @saerachandesu @saeivra

[annemarieyeretzian]

lil found faaaaaaam

[thicksexyasswomen46]

U Off Yet?

@_pree

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[ladilsa]

How To Set Yourself A A Higher Standard Than Victory

A race is a work of art

#prefontaine #pree #steveprefontaine #withoutlimits