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#IS IT JULY YET????????
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A message to these 3 bitches specifically:
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Please survive.
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rabbitmotifs · 4 months
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he really thought this would work lol
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(it did)
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creepedfinn · 1 year
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oh mee lord, today was a doodly day
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canisalbus · 7 months
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Trying to imagine if the Pope in Machette's universe is, like, a Pomeranian, and thus shrinks down to a fraction of his original size when wet. Like it rains and everyone is like 'oh, Your Holiness. Oh no'
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mrwinifred · 4 months
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when he explains why hes soggy and crying on the front porch
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xx-sketchy-xx · 7 months
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Guys!
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I keep making WIPs and can’t stop 😭
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londoneh · 12 days
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COLLAB POST!! COLLAB POST!!!
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When I saw this I squealed. I HAD TOO!!
Collab with @cinnabon0’s post!
🌸 🍬 🌸
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royalarchivist · 5 months
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["Otherside" plays on repeat while Fit and Ramon are working on the gym]
Fit: [Ejects the disc] Sorry Ramon, I- I like your music, but- [stammers] I just- I got sensitive ears. No, that's a lie. The truth is I can barely hear at all from so many TNT explosions over the last like, 10 years, you understand. Actually, 13 years technically, but...
Ramon: [Places a sign]
Fit: Oh no, oh no, is he gonna roast my ass? What's gonna happen? [Reading chat] Tinnitus? Yeah, no no no. No, there's no white noise here, so no escape from the tinnitus.
Ramon: [Places down two signs that say "understandable _sad noises_ you just take music form a child"]
Fit: [Briefly puts his head in his hand] Uh, well... Here, you know- you still have the music, see? You still have it. It's just, uh, I just briefly turned it off, that's all.
Ramon: [Stares hard at Fit then shakes his head in disappointment.]
Fit: You want me to put it back on, don't you? Do you want me to put it back on, Ramon?
Ramon: [Throws him a Dorime disc]
Fit: What the- Oh?
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trashofmanyships · 10 months
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Crowley is driving Aziraphale back to the bookshop for their date after the blitz ❤️
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0dd-ingram · 4 months
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Badly coloured patelgravespowers jumpscare
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now this one was an absolute Blast to do!
outfit is once again from @chocolategothwolfhorse, whose ask is full of bangers
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taiturner · 10 months
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wlwsource's month long pride event ↳ favorite non canon ship ♡ AKILAH & MARI
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fleething · 11 months
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Another thing i absolutely adore about good omens is how high the stakes are. How much danger the arrangement puts them into, how risky it is, for Crowley to be in possession of holy water. How he could be destroyed, just for having entertained the thought of helping an angel. And still. It all seems to be secondary to them, bc the only thing which matters is each other and the way they keep on “accidentally” running into each other.
The arrangements could get them banished, shunned or destroyed? It’s no matter, as long as they can keep meeting in odd places to discuss who will take on the next mission.
Crowley runs the risk of being seen as a traitor? It’s such a small thing, in comparison to how the angel’s eyes shine at the mere mention of crepes.
Crowley asks for holy water, for the power to destroy what Aziraphale holds most dearly? Out of the question, except. Except that it pulls them appart, it makes them say dark, dishonest things. So Aziraphale complies, bc he can’t bear not to. He can’t stand the though of Crowley doing this without him. So he gives in.
It’s all a matter of life and death. Complete and utter annihilation. God’s wrath and the end of all things. And still. All they care about, all which seems to matter, is the way they care for each other. What a wonderful love story you wrote, mr pratchett and mr gaiman.
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needycatboy · 6 months
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step into this deeply self-indulgent fantasy w me. sensory experience intricately detailed and emphasized for my pleasure :>.
you're blindfolded. all you see is void. your hearing elevated, you notice the sound of them walking softly around where you're kneeled on the floor. there is a pillow under your knees, and a rope holding your hands clasped behind your back. you're breathing heavily, and the event has not even begun.
the footsteps stop in front of you, and a hand softly touches your head at the crown, running fingers through your hair. the gentle touch is followed by a harsh grip to the back of your head, pulling you forward until your lips meet flesh. you please them for as long as they like, gently sucking and licking away with no thoughts or complaints to be had.
you're eventually pulled off, and you succeed at not complaining about this despite yourself. a thumb nudges its way into your mouth, and you suck for another moment before it's removed. wet fingers suddenly touch you gently over your patiently throbbing tcock, but only for a moment. only for long enough to make you need more.
footsteps once again tread around the room. you hear a small metallic flicking noise and feel your heartbeat quicken. his low and gentle voice instructs you to stay still, and to try not to be too loud about this.
sharp, hot, stinging wax drops beat softly, one by one, onto your shoulder blade. the feeling makes your entire upper body flush. drip by drip, they patter down your chest, then your stomach, and each pat of wax forces the air out of your lungs.
a sharp gasp fills the room when the first drop thuds softly onto your right thigh. another when the next drop follows only an inch higher up. a quiet cry fills the room when five drops are unloaded at once, dancing towards your inner thigh. their stern voice reminds you to be quiet, so a stifled moan follows the first drop truly close to your eager and hot cock. you don't know how much of the candle is burned when the drops finally cease, your thighs both canvases to your lover's hard work. you only notice how loud you'd been when the whimpers actually stop.
finally, you are told to stand slowly, and you are lead to the bed. your blindfold stays on, but your hands are free to grasp and scratch as you're stretched out. you come with fingers rubbing deft circles on your begging cock and biting into your lover's shoulder, their voice lovingly reminding you how good you've been tonight.
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a-mongooose · 1 year
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Listen I just think they’re neat that’s it that’s the caption
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cyberscraps · 1 year
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Howdy Hey!! I completely forgot to announce it here, but I have some wonderful news!
I will be playing the most jovial neighbor, Julie Joyful, in the most incredible @partycoffin ’s multi media project : Welcome Home!
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I am simply ecstatic to be a part of this, and I absolutely can not Wait for everyone to love it like I do!!
If you’d like to see more about it, you should check out the website! i’m sure you’ll find everything you’re looking for :)
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