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brokemypen · 1 month
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you will live and you will say the wrong things and make mistakes and people will love you anyways.
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brokemypen · 1 month
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one detail that i love is that lisa is less doctor frankenstein but more mary shelley despite the movie's title. lisa's introduction is her stone rubbing the creature's headstone while mary learned to write using her mother's gravestone. lisa isn't a scientist she's a seamstress which is closer to mary's profession as a writer. they're women who lost their mothers at a young age and were outcasts in their respective societies. both having an odd relationship with death, finding love and comfort in it. mary connects with her mother through her grave like how lisa does with the creature's. at it's core it's a movie about grief and the non-finality of death.
it's also a campy movie about a devoted zombie romantic who would chop dicks off for their goth wife which i think stays true to the spirit of mary shelley.
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brokemypen · 1 month
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he’s kinda my favorite character of all time
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brokemypen · 1 month
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I watched Lisa Frankenstein 6 times in the last 48 hours. This movie...
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brokemypen · 1 month
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Just something about the intimacy of tending to your lover’s grave does things to me I can’t explain
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I know that Lisa didn’t love him at the time she was visiting his grave, but just the fact that she was drawn to his grave out of all of them because they were truly soulmates brings me to tears.
They were made for each other :((((
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brokemypen · 1 month
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The way these images would have sent me into a coma a year ago
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Joseph Quinn — behind the scenes of Hoard with Saura Lightfoot-Leon photographed by Milly Cope
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brokemypen · 1 month
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Listen I’ve seen Lisa Frankenstein in theatres three times. It’s all I can think about. I laughed!! I cried!! I cried some more.
It’s my entire personality at this point and I have not shut up about it.
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brokemypen · 1 month
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almost 2 years later and I’m still not over you.
I never will be
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brokemypen · 1 month
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Hey……
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brokemypen · 9 months
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turns out eddie munson is alive and well and he's my bf (real)!!!!!!! who would've thought!!!!!!!
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brokemypen · 9 months
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I desperately want to drop something new, but doing the task of writing is hell
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brokemypen · 9 months
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tell me when
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steve’s had a type for more than a while, all soft and cute and nancy wheeler and not you, but you’re around each other all the time lately it feels like, have been with each other before and in the heat of the moment it slips out – you ask him to be a little rough with it and it surprises steve how much he wants to please you… | ( 431 words – smut, sprinkle of fluff, friends with benefits to something more? steve x you, steve x reader )
T E L L M E W H E N 🎶 the feels, labrinth
The first time you told Steve to pull your hair it blew his pupils wide. Made his breath catch in his throat as he swallowed hard against the nerves that had flickered and caught fire in his chest.
You weren’t like the other girls.
Please, Steve.
Weren’t precious.
I’m okay.
You were soft sometimes, but other times – most times – you weren’t.
I’ll tell you when.
And the feeling it gave him was unlike anything else. The feeling he got when he pulled moans from you. When your hand flew up to hold onto his bicep for dear life. When you trusted him with what you really wanted. Your words planted in his chest and blooming between his ribs and making him feel electric. Making him feel like you held the entire universe and all the galaxies and stars in your hands and all he could do was look on in awe.
The soft slope of your neck. The dip of your hips. The curve of your body fitted perfectly against his. The way your fingers traced lines across his skin and set his heart on fire and brought him to his knees. The way you met his gaze, swam in his eyes all liquid amber and burnt caramel, didn’t shy away and held him there suspended between you and ecstasy.
Harder, Steve.
Your wish was his command. The words as they fell from your lips the very ritual he would follow, whatever it took to wrap his arms around you and pull you over the edge. Whatever it took to feel the sharp of your nails pressing half moons among the constellations of freckles and moles on his back.
Anything to hear your breath hitch in your throat.
Oh, god, Steve.
Anything to make your legs wrap tighter around his torso.
Don’t stop, Steve.
Anything to hear you say his name over and over and over until you couldn’t say it anymore and your voice shifted needy. Pulled those soft, sweet sounds from you and pushed them into something warmer. Something hotter and so desperate for release that when you both finally snapped, wrapped and wound so tightly against one another you could barely breathe. He didn't want anyone else.
Only you.
So good, Steve.
Only you and all of your unknowns.
Make me feel so good.
Only you and everything that came with uncovering this braver world of bearing it all. Unafraid and brightly bound and unapologetically you and the way your hair felt soft in his hand as he pulled and made you see heaven.
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brokemypen · 1 year
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The neighbor’s daughter || Neighbor Joel Miller x reader
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A/N: I rewatched ep 1 of TLOU. And yeah. DILF joel makes me feel things
This is 3k words.
Summary: When you come back to Texas for the summer to spend time with your dad, you didn’t expect to meet a hot, single daddy in the process.
CW: Use of pet names, fluff, smut, use of “daddy”, oral and fingering (f receiving), teasing, no protection, fear of getting caught, one use of y/n, reader is 25, Joel is 36.
When summer showed its colors and when the semester ended, it was time for you to fly back home. You had been going to university in New York for a degree in theater – something you could’ve never done in your small town of Texas.
When you went back to your dad, you knew it was always a relaxing time. Your mom had died a few years prior, showing you that yes, your parents were getting old, and you spent as much time as possible with your dad. He was important to you, and you were the apple of his eye.
Keep reading
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brokemypen · 1 year
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I’m back from the dead, and I already have an idea for a new fic.
Just a heads up though I’m in my Pedro Pascal era and TLOU is destroying me. Stranger Things will always be one of my favorite shows but I got burnt out.
Anyway keep an eye out for that, and in the mean time I’ll be sharing some fics I’ve really liked.
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brokemypen · 1 year
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Did you ever think more on doing more “use your words” w Billy :)
I sort of did a part 2 here. But it can also be read as a stand alone piece.
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brokemypen · 1 year
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Midnight Rendezvous //  a quick and messy render to soften our hearts today <3
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brokemypen · 1 year
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Pretty boy like you's got nothing to worry about.
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