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toxic codependent familial dynamics this. toxic codependent romances that. what about toxic codependent coworkers. i can’t do my job without this guy here or i’ll kill myself.
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fuckin'- 850 episodes apart
#ZoSan#soulmates behavior etc.#LITERALLY CIRCUS MUSIC STARTED BLASTING INSIDE MY HEAD WHEN HE POSED LIKE THAT#Roronoa Zoro#Vinsmoke Sanji#Black leg Sanji#One Piece#Germa 66#SanZo#i honestly don't know how many of 'thanks toei' left in me guys
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I really do love reading a book or comic series that leaves me feeling even more fucked up than I was before but like in interesting and fun new ways I hadn't thought of before
#a couple books that did this to me that i can name easily#farenheit 451 and flowers for algernon are def big ones along with american psycho#i mention comic series because i just finished one that left me feeling like this lol#what was it? dont worry about it :)#this isnt a negative feeling for me tbh its like i opened up a new section of my brain and its weird in there#meat circus music starts playing
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I Slithered Here From Eden; Prologue
Summary: The Embassy’s newest intern has a run in with everyone’s favorite Colonel
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: I haven’t written in like two years so enter at your own risk, idk man age gap??? Reader has graduated college and is like midish twenties, neither party wants to pine but oh well, the university girl and the colonel tag is becoming a fic
A/N: Consider this like a teaser trailer for the feature length fic coming soon to a screen near you......I’m putting my clown wig on as we speak
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You’re too focused on the files in front of you to notice his entrance, mind too full of manila folders and grainy photographs, trying to divine an organizational system that makes sense to more than just you from redacted words and red ink. Trying to make sense of how things work in this place where the green of the jungle and the humidity are each living, breathing things— so unlike the sleepy college town you’d been imported from, courtesy of the Embassy. Professional internship, they had called it. Your reward for all the sleepless nights over the years, studying into the small hours of the morning to graduate well within the top of your class, several minors and certificates tacked along behind your actual major because you wanted to be good. Wanted to save the world, wanted to weasel your way into international politics and diplomacy and communications because you thought that changing it from within, from the room where it happened, would be the best strategy.
And you still do, but sometimes you wish saving the world came with better coffee. You don’t bother hiding the grimace as you gulp it down, too bitter and burnt for the cheap, breakroom creamer in the little plastic cups to really touch it but it’s still your second cup of the day and beggars can’t be choosers. In the short weeks since your arrival you had gotten used to the acrid taste, the way it liked to stick to your teeth. It seems to underscore your work in times like these, when it’s barely ten o’clock in the morning and you’re already frustrated, ran fifteen minutes late because you thought you could walk to the Embassy this morning, wanted to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city waking from its fitful sleep. You made three wrong turns before you’d admitted defeat and caught a taxi.
But you had made it and you’re here now, engrossed in your work, lost to the outside world until a voice sounds from right in front of you, cutting through the din of the office because he’s actually addressing you in a voice you’ve never heard before. You can’t help the way you jump, heart tripping over itself and one of the papers in your hand slicing across the pad of your thumb, right down the middle.
“Colonel Carrillo,” Because you know who he is, had been given a run down on all the important players when your plane had landed so you’d be able to hit the ground running, wouldn’t have to wait for formal introductions that may never come. He looks the same as he did in the photo you were shown, right down to the uniform he’s wearing, but you’re seeing him in the flesh now, can see the true breadth of his shoulders and the way he seems to fill the whole room up. Can see the way the coworkers who’ve noticed keep sneaking glances from the corner of their eye, like they want to look but don’t want the full weight of his attention on them.
Because it is a weight, thick and heavy and warm as it settles on your eyes, your skin.
“What can I do for you?” You can feel heat rising up the back of your neck but you rally, proud when there’s no quaver in your voice despite the way you almost jumped out of your skin. This is what you do, after all. Your job. You did not come here just to shake like a leaf at the sight of Escobar’s own personal boogie man, the man you’ve been hearing stories about since you arrived. Mean, they say. Brutal. And you have half a mind to believe them, of course, because this is Colonel Horacio Carrillo. The one person in charge of the Search Bloc, the man leading the war on the ground.
But his voice is soft as he speaks to you, so at odds with the harsh lines of his face, the set of his jaw. “Get these to Peña and Murphy,” No please, no thank you as he hands the small stack of files over, just the silent expectation that his orders will be fulfilled.
His fingers are warm and rough as you take the files from him, skin brushing skin and for some reason that small touch, that one small feel of him, makes your breath catch and something dangerous prickle across your skin. You try not to think about it the same way you’re trying not to think about the blood that’s surely blooming on your thumb, the little ache that’s underscoring everything that’s happening, the throb underneath the skin. The same way you’re trying not to think about the heat that’s begun pooling low in your belly, the way the hair on the back of your neck is standing up because he hasn’t looked away from you once. Not once, and the realization makes it a little harder to breathe.
“I’ll make sure they get them,” You hope your smile is easy, if a little bland. Hope he can’t read anything else in the curve of your lips because the last thing you need is him. Older and meaner than you have any right to want. Dark in a way you can’t quite fathom yet, the kind of dark that justifies the means to an end everyone in this building wants to see. An end you want to see.
He nods once, a simple dip of his chin and what might have been a murmured ‘thank you,’ and you don’t look at his shoulders as he walks away. You don’t look at how he moves, how people get out of his way long before he reaches them. He’s something quiet and seething and it shouldn’t make your mouth water, the latent power that you already know lies just beneath his skin. It shouldn’t make something low in your belly quiver, almost in time with the throbbing of your thumb.
You swipe the blood way with your tongue, sucking on the cut until it stops its slow drip, taking care not to get any on the paperwork spread around you. It tastes like pennies and the coffee that had spilled over the rim of your cup when you’d walked back to your desk. It tastes like Carrillo’s name.
You don’t see him for the rest of the week but you can’t keep him out of your head, his voice haunting you when it’s late at night and the air is warm and heavy, when the shadows can keep your secrets. You blame it on the fact that you’d never met someone like him before, never seen someone like him before— so big and solid with that scowl on his face.
You don’t want to know what it says about you that he’s the one that you can’t stop thinking about, not Peña or even Murphy, or any of the other men at the Embassy you see on a semi-regular basis. You don’t want to know what it says about you that instead of wanting one of them, a good portion nice-enough-seeming and closer to your age bracket, you want the Colonel.
You don’t know that he’s thinking about you either, so bright and soft he didn’t know what he was looking at, at first. You kept your word though, getting the files to Peña and Murphy as soon as you could, and he tells himself that's why he comes back to you when he needs something else. Why he keeps coming back until he learns your name, until you smile when you see him and start asking how his day is going.
#horacio carrillo x reader#horacio carrillo x you#horacio carrillo imagine#horacio carrillo fic#narcos fic#circus music starts playing in the background#it's clownery your honor
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singing troyella duets by myself>>>>>>>
#high school musical#literally my favourite thing to do ever the serotonin i get is unmatched#i loooooooove doing pitch dialogue while singing i feel like a one man circus#i like to start with one gabriella solo. when there was me and you. then scream. then gtgmow. then a proper duet like everyday or smth#my showerhead is very impressed with me#i am soooooooo kurt hummel coded
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“sidetracked”?????? merc is not a serious team
#allison designed your title winning cars and u let him do boats instead#circus music intensifies#🔪🔪🔪#obv just rumors on the w14 who tf knows what merc are actually doing…..#probably best to start praying either way 🥲#james allison#mike elliott#merc#f1
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I'm going to a circus today. Expect a clown drawing when I get back :3.
#also im there with my friend drakeeee#teheheheh#**circus music starts playing**#NFSart#NFStxt#artists on tumblr#digital art#my art#artwork#digital illustration#drawing#doodle#digital painting#oc#fursona#sona
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also the way i just logged in and kaveh stood there with the circus music (?) running in the background truly is an experience, cant believe he finally got his own soundtrack
#kaveh when he opens his mouth about anything al haitham:#*circus music starting to play*#babbles#tbd
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youtube
#prsk#project sekai#THE MUSIC VIDEO IS FINALLY OUT#ive had this meme in my head for days i just didnt get around to making it#im still not over this btw#circus put so much love into this bad boy#and rice fuckinh knocked it out of the park on the mv#like im so?????#teary eyed about this whole thing#dont even get me started on this being the first english comm#i will cry#anyways go listen to metronome by circus p#banger#Youtube
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for every butch lesbian running a mcdonald’s like it’s the navy there’s ten 19th century sea captains exploring the arctic running the navy like it’s mcdonald’s
#if they replaced crozier with a butch lesbian they would’ve made it out of there#(circus music starts)#the terror#🗺️
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I need to write Hitomi and Bill's friendship soon or I will die
#Hayley Writes Triangulum#I will probably die because it doesn't come in until way later but augh#I wanna write them being the most cursed besties of all time#He's her most specialest blorbo and he loves it when people show him in attention so they should NOT be in the same room together#They will eventually be in the same room together#They're basically the platonic version of the Red Flags music video#She'd make funny little edit videos of him all while he's watching over her shoulder and telling her which filters to use#She's GOING to cut off his arm one day for scientific study-#-and the only reason he's against it at all is because he will be in a very specific scenario-#-the blood loss could actually kill him for realsies#When Ford tries to warn her about Bill's trickery she's just like 'It's fine uwu If he tries anything I'll just kill him~'#Ford has no comeback to this. That's a lie; he has so many comebacks but he has no idea where to start#Although in his defense; she IS aware of how dangerous he is#But also she was raised in a two-bit circus full of weirdos and dangerous people#She knows how to handle herself around people who could potentially kill her#The perks of being a surgeon is that you become VERY acquainted with human anatomy and how it works#And what makes it STOP working#Part of the reason she gets so interested in the anatomy of the supernatural is because she already knows so much about ours#But to truly conquer any fears of the unknown#She must make it known to herself and learn everything she possibly can#ANYWAY she originally started as a Toko/Mikan mashup character as a way to fill the numbers but I've really grown attached to her as an OC#She's so sillay
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"industry that wants to crush you under its heel" explain.
Sébastien is / was a professional ballet dancer. But we all know that ballet isn’t the most diverse or accepting field to go into, so he struggled A LOT to even get people to take him seriously
He sacrificed a lot to get where he is. He still has doubts on whether or not it was worth it
#about my ocs#ask#ok SO. He’s mixed race first off and his complexion is significantly darker when compared to his paler skinned peers#so that definitely threw a wrench in things. he’s taller than most all the other dancers and don’t even get started on the hair#he really adores his hair. but to have more of a fighting chance he chopped it off to better fit the male dancer mold#in the end he couldn’t really make it in the traditional sense. so he ended up using his talents in different ways#I’m not really sure on the exact things he’s done but definitely more ‘break the mold’ performances and maybe he got into some films#or music / music videos etc. in the current day he has his own dance studio thing and he does choreography for Shirley’s circus and stuff so#he’s not entirely some washed up celebrity. but not everyone knows of him yknow. he has mixed feelings about being in the spotlight now but#it makes him happy if he’s recognized#I really shouldn’t be posting more shit almost entirely in the tags but whatever hshhshsbsn
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Mine lives au minedai wedding but the marriage is boring so Daigo starts having an affair with Masato so it's a masadai I think
i love the 'i think' at the end of this. like you're not sure i'm gonna have you beheaded after sending this or not
#snap chats#anyway i am gonna have you beheaded start runngin#NO IM JOKING IM JOKING this ask is funny#but daigo would NEVER have an affair not MY honest and loyal man...... he loves with his whole heart he does....#mine and daigo would be having their wedding and aoki would be deadset on recreating the I Write Sins Not Tragedies music video#bringing in the whole circus and shit except the circus is just government agents to have everyone arrested for being yakuza#LEAVE HIM ALONE AOKI HE'S NOT INTO YOU ANYMORE 😭😭#do you guys remember when p!atd was good... i do.... i miss those days so SO bad.....#THEY USED TO BE SO GOOD RRAAAAAGGGHHH i hate it here
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the imternet just shit itself i litrly just got here the hell
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now comes the question. does clown porn exist?
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