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askarsjustsoswedish · 5 months
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Alexander Skarsgård - Marrakech International Film Festival - 24 November 2023. Thanks SwedishDelish
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actual-changeling · 9 months
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sooo uh let's say nebulas and stars were literally forming right in front of you. let there be light and all.
theoretically, asking for a friend, what would you be looking at: the creation of the universe or your crush colleague?
i mean sure, hey, you just met them so a nice hello is- hey aziraphale, what's with the glowing?
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sure, you just arrived, maybe that's just left-over celestial travel glow.
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we got something important to do so let's focus on the universe - or, of course, crowley's face.
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alright, still looking at crowley, aaaand he's glowing again. wonder what that's about.
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definitely most important to watch him move his hands while creating stars, 100% the right choice in this moment. maybe now the stars deserve some attention, too, right?
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crowley's smile, of course, shines even brighter, and aziraphale is still looking to absolutely no ones surprise at this point. but surely once the fireworks go off you will- ah.
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yeah, alright.
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better enjoy it while it lasts, i suppose.
aziraphale loves crowley's happiness just as much as crowley loves his stars, and if you think about it, that makes it even more painful that in the end it's him who makes crowley hide his eyes and smile and walk away.
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yrsonpurpose · 7 months
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Jump, then fall, baby. Jump, then fall into me.
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daddy-long-legssss · 27 days
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yeahperfect · 7 months
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All these drivers congratulating Max. So many nice words. Honestly, wait until the end.
"The team is doing an amazing job, but he is doing an execptional job."
"Big congrats to him!"
"I know how good he is."
"He has done a perfect year."
"I am proud to be sharing the track with you and I hope you have many more success in the future."
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mastersprogram · 8 months
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Since my Alex post got sm attention, I think it’s only fair I share Pictures Of Elizabeth in The BJ Suit! :)
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Bonus of Of Alex And Elizabeth being adorable and clearly having fun on stage ^^
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panevanbuckley · 9 months
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f1 is actually such a dangerous fandom to get into because there's just so many silly goofy guys to hyperfixate on
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cluedoenthusiast · 2 months
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queerbuckleys · 8 months
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yeah it really does make a whole lot of sense Henry....
Santal 33 - a unisex fragrance that captures a defining image of the spirit of the American West and personal freedom. (x)
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 6 months
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bazberkker · 10 months
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I can’t believe Casey McQuistion killed the Queen of England so the King in the RWRB movie will continue to be canon adjacent
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actual-changeling · 9 months
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No you dont understand listen. listen. the hand. the HAND.
yes for a few moments aziraphale kissed back, held him, steadied him, but have you ever thought about what that did to crowley?
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he feels aziraphale's palm press against his shoulder, feels him reciprocate the kiss, all he experiences in that moment is him, entirely and exclusively. his world narrows down even further to aziraphale, to him and just him.
for that heartbeat, that split second of oh, crowley hopes.
he hopes that maybe aziraphale changed his mind, this is it, they will stay on earth together, be together, be an us. everything he has ever wanted (which, let's be real, is aziraphale safe and by his side) is suddenly an option because he is kissing me back.
and then he stops. the hand lifts. he pulls back and that tiny, fragile spark of hope burns hot enough to destroy itself, any evidence erased when aziraphale looks at him and offers forgiveness - to crowley, he is offering forgiveness for loving him, telling him to stop, and that is the final crack that breaks him.
yet the last physical memory crowley will carry with him now is one of love and warmth and life, but all it symbolizes is a loss greater than anything he has every experienced.
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i'll never be over this, just fyi. miles saw that booty and he just had to grab it goooood, nevermind that they were on stage in front of hundreds of people 💀 (via turnered_on on ig)
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clockwrkpendrxgon · 3 months
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Thinking about girldads firstprince in bed after a long day finally falling asleep when their little girl comes telling them that she can’t sleep so Alex lets her crawl up onto the bed until she is nestled in her dads’ arms while henry tells her a story to ease her into sleep. Alex listens intently, fingers lazily brushing his daughter’s hair and he ends up falling asleep to his husband’s soothing voice with so much love filling up his heart.
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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Okay… there is something VERY sexy about Bucky cuming in his pants 🤤
No bc there IS something very sexy about it and we all know I love writing this 🙈
Because honestly, I think sex could be a really overwhelming experience for him and I think he'd really want to take his time with it. That kind of physical and emotional vulnerability might not come to him so easily.
I really think the tiniest little things would short circuit his brain and it'd nearly just be another point of concern for him. He can't quite understand why the smell of your perfume makes his heart race, nor can he understand why his cock stirs just from feeling the heat of your body against his.
He knows he won't have much stamina, so to speak. He's dabbled a little in modern porn and he knows he's nothing like those men. He's acutely aware that he can, and has, spent hours jerking his throbbing length, covering his own strong thighs in an embarrassing amount of cum but all it takes is a chaste kiss on the cheek from you to have his dick desperate for more attention.
It's all quite overwhelming but he knows he's safe to feel overwhelmed and that makes such a difference. His comfort is always a priority but sometimes he pushes his body just a little further than he can handle.
Like the first time he's got you on top of him, frantically making out. You're wearing a tiny little pair of shorts and a thin t-shirt and he's desperate to explore now that he's got the chance.
"Baby, please. I need... Oh God, that's good." Words fail him when your lips latch onto his neck, your teeth grazing the exposed skin. The tip of your tongue is sinful, paying close attention to the hollow of his throat while you make the most of the free reign you're being given.
"Is this okay?" You ask softly between kisses, pressing your core against his body. There's a time and a place for you to worry about how incredibly wet you are but this isn't it. There's no room for you to be embarrassed by your need. Not when you're settling on top of a man who's evidently just as into this as you are.
"Yeah... Y-yeah, that's fine." The quiet squeak is just about all Bucky can manage, his hands settling on your hips. He's not moving them, he realises. He's not the one rocking you back and forth over his aching length. You are.
"Holy shit." He groans into the crook of your neck, eyes squeezed shut, pure bliss making every nerve ending tingle pleasantly. He's not even inside you. Lord knows he couldn't handle that but he can't understand how this feels as good as it does without any real replication of the wet heat of your body.
He thinks he's got it under control as he lets your body roll against him. He got enough self restraint. He can handle it. He's got it. Right up until oh no, he really hasn't.
"Babe, you have to s-" He begins but it's too late. Pleasure radiates from the base of his spine, cum splattering against the inside of his pyjama bottoms and all he can do is hold you close and whimper.
His length throbs with each wave of ecstasy and nothing in him wants to lose the heat and pressure of your clothed sex against his. He almost feels pathetic for cumming like this, with minimal stimulation but God, he needs it. When he finally has enough clarity of thought, he registers the feeling of your hands in his hair and his brain starts to process all the filthy little encouragements you've whispered in his ear as he came.
When he comes down, he knows he should probably feel embarrassed but instead, he feels safe. He feels cared for and in a strange way, he feels a little bit more whole, knowing he's finally letting himself be intimate with someone who wants the very best for him.
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