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#Stoked To Be Girlfriends
coles-scythe · 5 months
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Saw the meme and immediately thought of them.
Original under the cut.
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galaxyzone · 6 months
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❤Clarice Stokes appreciation post❤
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First of all, I love short hair on women😍 I like longer hair too, but women with short or shoulder-length hair are my weakness❤ I wish we could've gotten a scene of her without her hat so we could see her hair completely, but I like the hat too!
She has such nice eyebrows??
I love her stupid little choker, it's such a 2000s thing for her to be wearing❤
Her nose ring is also a great accessory ugh she's such a badass
I love her chewing & popping her bubblegum, it's giving rebellious teen vibes and I love her for it. Especially when she pops a bubble at Rachel if she snaps at her, she's such a sassy icon❤
Her arms👀😍🙈
Her tattoo is so attractive ugh I'm a sucker for forearm tattoos apparently, considering I also love Ellie's tattoo in tlou2😅
The way she leans forward on the table in front of her computer in the briefing room😍 (Eric also leans on the table the same way in the Curator's Cut, it must be the hot person lean or something haha)
When her voice gets low & raspy, especially after she's infected??🙈😍
The way she says "Nice work, hotshot" with a smirk on her face lives rent-free in my head, it's soo😍😅
If you're playing as Jason trying to cut Merwin down & you fail the button mash qte, Clarice takes the knife from him & does it herself ugh what a confident badass, that's my girl❤
There's probably definitely more but basically I love her, she deserves all the appreciation🥰❤
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elitehoe · 4 months
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WILLOW VS KRIS BUT THEY'RE JUST KISSING AND HUGGING AND LONG ISLAND IS CHEERING SO LOUD
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bubblprincess · 1 month
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♥️ my fav artists P2
(This is for @thatcrazymf)
Anna Bates
Hozier (I love women, what did you expect?)
MITSKI (THE poet, I love her)
Genevieve Stokes
Mazzy Star
Laufey (<33)
Lesbian Bed Death (especially in the fall)
The Cure
The Cranberries
ABBA (ABBA season is near)
thank y'all for the response on part one, y'all are all a bunch of sweeties/cool people
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arataka-reigen · 6 months
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She's in LOVE love
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coldshrugs · 11 months
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94. tentative kisses given in the dark for io and estinien? :O
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thank you owen and rinny!! i had a lot of fun with this one :>
brash and hopeful pairing: io / estinien word count: 660
The beach is empty, save for their meandering patrol. This is nothing unusual; despite the coastline’s more direct route between the Great Work and the northwestern Host outpost, travelers prefer the ease of the Perfumed Rise’s worn roads.
Estinien has no complaints. He and Io stroll in comfortable silence, each step slowed by soft pink sand.
They still call it “patrolling,” though their armor is back in the city, and they carry their boots in their hands. His mind is on her, and the kiss they shared a few days ago. Things have changed. The few moments spent together since have been thick with the same anticipation he felt that night, but the timing and company haven’t been appropriate for revisiting the thought. Tonight, however…
As the last sliver of sunlight melts into the sea, a salt-sharp breeze rolls in, gently tugging at hair and clothes. Estinien stops, catching Io’s wrist with his free hand.
She turns back to him with a curious half-smile, wind-swept and lit only by moonlight. “What is it?”
“You–” he says, and his hand slides from her wrist to entwine with hers– “are driving me mad.”
He pulls her closer, searching her face for a sign she might not want this. Might not want him. Io’s eyes, darker than the night descending around them, shine with mirthful interest. Her lips spread into an inviting grin. 
Her shoes hit the sand with a muted thud, and she lifts her hand to his chest. Estinien closes his eyes, inhales at the contact. The pressure of her palm over his heart, beating out of time. Her fingertips brush exposed skin. They tingle across his collarbone, then chart a path to his neck, where they rest, warm and soft, against the back of it.
“May I kiss you again?”
Estinien, eyes still closed, feels Io’s hesitant stretch up into the short distance that separates their lips. Her breath is on his face, her body brushes his, but not as close as he wants her. He drops his boots and pulls her flush against him, trying not to laugh at her little gasp.
“There is no need to ask. My answer will be ‘yes,’ without exception.”
But he doesn’t move. He waits for the press of her lips, timorous and tender, against his. It is only a moment before she melts against him, nervousness giving way to the heat that builds between them with an ease that surprises him.
Io’s touch is soft, observant, but sure. Her arms around his shoulders, her hands in his hair. Estinien smiles into the warmth of her kiss. His fingertips grope at her back, her hip, relishing the feel of her blouse bunching under his hands and the way she shivers when his fingers meet her skin. And gods, he could ask to lift it off her, right here on the shore, but no – no, there will be time enough for that in the future they walk into together. 
He stops himself, pulling back to rest his forehead against Io’s before taking in the sight of her. Her breathing is quickened, her eyes are closed, and she is appealingly disheveled. The smile she wears is new to him, somehow smug and bashful at once. He tucks the image into his mind, a precious little keepsake.
Finally, she meets his gaze. “Fine, no more asking. But we will be equal on the matter. You need not ask either.” She swallows, then tucks her face into the space between his neck and shoulder. “I am yours.”
The pounding in his chest is agonizing, an adrenaline rush he hasn’t felt in ages. He kisses her temple and lays bare his intentions. “On that, too, we are equal.”
She looks at him with that secret, satisfied grin. They stoop to recover their sandy boots, laughing at their previous eagerness. Hand in hand, they continue their façade of a patrol, unable to focus on anything but each other.
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serendipity-in-love · 5 months
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gaycrimedoer · 5 months
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when she does her best to give you the childhood you never had
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ragingbullmode · 1 year
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oh my god for my bday my brother got me the yusuke jacket i already got 😭 one for wearing one for staring 😳
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brltpop · 11 months
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No hate for them, but i just ran across the video announcement of travis barker getting told he's becoming a dad again and he had the driest reaction i have ever seen
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coles-scythe · 1 year
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Haven't been able to draw a whole lot (Time + back issues owie) but I was able to kinda redraw my designs for Zoey, Mike, Jay and Skylar to fit more with my sketchy designs of Scott and Cameron. Plus I've been meaning to adjust Jay and Skylar's colors to fit more with TD's general color palette. It still doesn't quite fit, but its better than the super pale colors I was using before.
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galaxyzone · 6 months
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Playing House of Ashes
Me every time Clarice is on my screen: 😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰
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thegayfangrrl · 1 year
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loveindefinitely · 3 months
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task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.
-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)
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thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.
one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.
cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.
he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.
"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.
you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."
his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."
you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.
johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.
three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.
manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.
"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.
you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."
a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"
you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."
the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.
"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.
"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.
"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.
"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"
it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.
johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.
"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.
johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.
"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.
"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"
you shudder.
"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.
he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.
"forty-three."
your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.
all you can manage is one question.
"take me home?"
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glitchkoi · 1 year
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So bc my brain is rotting and I’m rewatching inside job around the clock rn cuz I must consume it constantly;
I’m going through the first season finale rn and I truly think that, maybe, the plan was to maybe have Ron eventually remember Reagan again and we would at least see him again somehow. Through out the finale Reagan’s memories glitch and warp around what was altered by Rand’s technology. Of course a dive into her consciousness was what was needed for her to remember what she was forced to forget, I feel like that the way each season has in some way ended with themes of the past and the illusion of memories him remembering SOMETHING isn’t completely out of the question. While of course Rand’s technology was different from Ron’s, I also think it would be dismissive to also ignore the amount that wiping people’s memories affected Ron’s mental state. By forgetting everything he won’t remember that, but considering who was working on the show for the amount of setting up that was done for it to not mean anything.
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mommypieck · 3 months
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⌗︙・connie's bimbo girl jerking his off ⸜⸜・
connie loves when his bimbo girlfriend finally comes home after a long day or shopping with her friends just to wrap her manicured fingers around his cock.
"did you use all of the money i gave you?" he asks you, his hand in caressing your hair. he could fall asleep like this if he wasn't so goddamn turned on right now.
you shake your head, "nuh uh, they were only 700 dollars."
his mouth curves into a loving smile. he loves when you spend all of his money to look cute for him. especially those beautiful nails.
"come on, baby," he encouges you, "go a little harder on me."
you squeeze your hand around his cock, spitting on his tip. the spit mixes with his precum, making it easier for you to jack him off. your panties start to dampen at the noises he's making, but you know you have to wait.
this is his first orgasm of the night. he sucks in a breath when your fingers accidently brush against his tip. he can't stand this anymore.
"im gonna cum, baby." his voice is deep and it takes you few more stokes before he's cumming on your hand.
"good girl," connie praises you, pulling you closer to kiss you, "now, tell me how did you spend the rest of the money i gave you."
you frown a little, it's not time to be talking because you have another surprise for him.
"i thought we would get in a bath and i would massage you and then i could ride you..." you trail off. your lips are still in the adorable pout and connie can't say no.
"i can never say no to you, love."
little did you know that the rest of the money is waiting for him under your clothes - a tattoo of his name right above your pussy.
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