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[pollyna]

au in which Bradley opens the door to a woman he doesn't know and calls out for his dad. What the woman gets, in front of her, it's two completely different people staring at her but with the exact same expression.

(She feels like she is looking at her boy, ten years old and confused by his mommy's bags at the door and a slip to sign forgotten on the table, for a day trip to an aquarium. It has been more than twenty years, but she wants to ask him if he had the chance to go and to see the sharks he couldn't stop talking about.)

What she gets, in the end, is ten minutes on the front porch where she would have liked to say something to her Tom - her baby boy who hasn't been a baby in years, to make him understand why she left. What she says is more on the line of "You look a lot like your father" just to received back the most scared look, even if for only a second.

"Apparently, not enough for you to stay away" he answers, voice so flat she couldn't catch a hint of nothing.

"I want to-" just for the noise of a motorbike interrupting her second try.

A man walks towards him, two bags in his arms and looking as ready to let go of the day as she feels.

"Ice, ba-" he says, stopping after the first two letters when he sees her "and she is-"

"Tom's mo-"

"Sandra. Her name is Sandra. And she was leaving. I'm going to start with dinner in 10. Could you check if Bradley finished his homework?"

[beefrobeefcal]

Thanks to @ace-turned-confused for the tag!

Good Wednesday to you fine folks! Today's snippet comes to you from my own private stash. This is a bit from my submission to my November Prompt Challenge: THE GLANDOLORIAN, titled Colosseum Capers.

I am not sorry nor am I ashamed at what i have done.

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

PS. YE BE BELOW THE AGE OF MAJORITY, SEE YER SELVES OUT ME BLOG. GO ON. GIT.

“You wanna taste her?” Dieter rasped, his mouth close enough to Din’s that he could smell your tangy musk on his breath. 

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[chrysanthemumcavalier]

dep cherub oc written by chalice and tazz! affiliated with @tersetitan @gloomyanadromous @condemnedcardinal @totalityrian @cyclicalthrenody @guiltyget-away @cosmoswandas @tensilecampanile @actingaliped

[seraphsix6]

The quality is horrible but uh…. Memphis ref sheet coming soon :^

[mudboyman]

Light answers a tough question

[mintaii]

a wandering knight, drawn to the quiet of the forest. her touch may be a blessing or a curse.

[bittybatarts]

friends asked me to draw a bee with a binky here you guys can have it too

[evenlyevi]

Stars in full bloom.

[asly-y]

Soul of her

[monstermonger]

I'm convinced mama dragons carry their babies around in their mouth for protection, like how crocodiles do...

[i-will-write]

first time writing fanfiction of a character : uughh i hope this is all canon accurate... it cant be canon innacurate at all or the enitire fandom will throw rocks at me...

10057th time writing the character: heres them working at a mcdonalds

[mag-notta]

wip comic based off a tumblr post i saw the other day

[beefrobeefcal]

Thank you to @604to647 and @strang3lov3 for the WIP tag!

This entry is courtesy of Chapter 9 of On the Waterfront. Note: frankie is a douche. water is wet.

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

Frankie sat on your bed, examining his busted knuckles. He could still smell you all over the room. The bitter taste of his final words to you soured his mouth and chest, and he had a brief moment of wishing you had just fucking behaved before the guilt began to swallow him up again. He had tried over the past hour to get up and leave your room as he had his men go look for you and bring you back to him, but he’d wanted to walk out and find you in the kitchen or the rec room or his office, and for whatever reason, you would be willing to forgive him because you were that good and he would get another chance. He was lost in his thoughts, still swirling around you and the way you’d looked up at him in sheer horror as he destroyed any redeeming visions you had of him, when one of his men knocked at the open door. “Boss?” Frankie closed his eyes and let out a sharp sigh.

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[riviclouds]

it's giving princess celestia

[atinymexicanbird]

Ark siblings in all universes 🪐