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mindb0dysoulll · 1 year
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teedathegreat · 1 year
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ritzjewelers · 2 years
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Reconditioned Rolex..Ritz Jewelers, Los Angeles.
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brattyassroja · 8 months
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While you’re at it run this up! My mans little bro is hella talented 😎
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inktho · 2 months
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Man…
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calisources · 2 months
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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
All sentences and quotes have been taken from different media about starcrossed lovers or forbidden love, full of angst, some bold words, some nasty ones, possessive nature and letting someone use you as a replacement. So, some toxic energy in this one. Change pronouns, locations and names as you see fit.
I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then.
Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?
And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.
I'm falling in love with you.
I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I have waited for this for such a long time. Consequences be damned.
These violent delights have violent ends.
 I’m only human. And you are …all-consuming.
Don’t go into this lightly. If you’re mine, you need to understand I will burn the fucking world to the ground for you.
I will never let you go, do you hear me? 
 will keep you safe. And I will find a way for us to be together.
If you make me cry at my own coronation ball, I’ll never forgive you.
If you were any less the man you are, I would beg you to take me with you.
If you were any less the woman you were, I would beg you to come with me.
I've known lust. This is something worse. This is a barbaric need to possess, to eliminate, to own. This is madness.
This is lust.
She’s your very own forbidden fruit.
You said you didn't want this.
We all desire what we cannot have.
Have you noticed how the boy looks at you?
Do you think I didn’t notice? The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching?
You are dangerous desire, and I am your prisoner.
We can’t do this on so many levels.
I can't even whisper her name, my heart would burst out of my chest.
But I would fight against the stars for you.
I have ruined your life.
Some lines you just don't cross. 
I want to take you under the moonlight.
Having something forbidden is exciting, don't you agree?
The closer we get—the more I let you in…the more dangerous this gets.
Don’t you get it? You’re what everyone wants! But I’m not going to let them win.
Make it so I never have to dream about this again—make it so we can have this…forever.
Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.
We were doomed from the start. 
Nothing is as deadly as the love of a powerful man.
But this kiss? It's ruined me. This is the type of kiss I never knew existed. 
You sure about that, Dad? Because he's done everything to me.
Are you scared of me now?
You loved me - then what right had you to leave me?
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
One moment, you give me everything that I want, and in the next, you snatch all of that away.
It's hopeless. We can never work out.
The world didn’t want us together so I forged a new one where we would.
How could a peacock lust for a lion?
You're tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper you sink in.
I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you.
It's absurd how crazy love can make you...but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you.
 That you and I are meant to be together, but never meant to be.
Why does fate seem always to conspire against us? To deny us life's simple pleasures?
We'll meet after this war. I'll certainly find you wherever you'll hide. 
War makes fools of men and women wanton.
What offends you most, Father? That she's Catholic, or that she's poor?
If my father discovers you here, he'd cut off your little nuts and eat them. He can't stand you.
You tempress, I see you once and all I can think of is having you.
Feelings are forbidden, does not mean we cannot enjoy one another.
The more you deny me, the more I desire you. You are a plague in my mind.
Ever since we met, no one else can compare. 
How can I be with someone else, when I’m with them, it’s you I see.
You can have me, think of whoever you love. For tonight.
You can pretend I'm her/him. I don't care. I just want you.
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adorebreebree · 10 months
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Somedays I actually get dressed. 🤝
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beautifulsdot · 2 months
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stephmosphere · 8 months
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blushweddinggowns · 5 months
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Steddie Drunk Dialing Fluff
Steve Harrington-Munson was probably one of the happiest men to be alive in the modern era. He had the perfect life, against all odds. Because apparently having your late teens and early twenties ruined by demons equated to a fantastic adulthood.
He had it all. A loving family, the best friend/surrogate sister he could ever ask for, and he was married to the love of his life. And okay, yes. That had included some extremely embarrassing revelations and internal meltdowns and... a pretty brutal disownment. But he had figured it all out in the end. And here he was, a decade later with a ring on his finger and a nice hyphenated name. Not to mention how he was basically a trophy husband.
Eddie hadn't wasted a moment of the last decade. A symptom of almost dying it would seem. He went for the GED, gathered the band back up, moved across the country to chase his dreams and play in every shitty dive bar he could until they were discovered. All while dragging Steve along for the ride.
As much as Steve had believed in him, neither of them had been prepared for his music career actually taking off. Especially not to the level it did. It was undeniable that his husband was an A-Lister, despite how universally hated he was by half the country. You don't get many out and proud metal front man who loved parading around his high school sweetheart at every social event he could. But Europe loved him, as did the entirety of gay, rebellious youths world wide.
It was so stupid. There Eddie was, painted as an insane freak who was fake-married. With tabloids running story after story about his secret children, his drug addiction, a wife from another country, anything that they could think of. All while Eddie spent every free moment at Steve's side, always opting for a night in with his baby when given the choice. And when he wasn't doing that, he was busy playing surrogate fun uncle to the kids, who were definitly not kids anymore. But that didn't stop them from all getting together for Dungeons and Dragons once a month, hundreds and hundreds of campaign hours on everyone's belts. And that was his life. Spending time with his family, forcing them on hikes and runs, volunteering, working occasionally to help Robin with her translating work, all while coming home to the sweetest thing that ever existed.
God, did Steve love that man. Reminiscing about the love of his life while he was on tour was not helping his fretful sleep. He just... really had given him everything. He loved him so much in fact that he was only slightly pissed when he was woken up at three a.m. from the phone ringing off the hook.
Steve reached for it blindly, still half-asleep when he mumbled, "Mm-Eds?"
"Steeeeeeeeeevie," Eddie's voice slurred back at him, "Baby booooy. How's my baby boy? I miss my baby boy."
Steve smiled despite himself, yawning into the phone. Eddie was lucky he was so cute, considering how the love of his life who could not remember what time zones were, "He misses you too. And he's a little tired right now babe. What's up?"
"Day drunk," Eddie sighed, "Guys, morning show, mimosas, hotel room to sleep it off. Missing you."
"You won't be missing me for long," Steve softly laughed. Though... hearing his voice was quite the reminder of how cold the bed suddenly felt, "Just... one more week. That's not too long right?"
"Too long!" Eddie groaned, dramatic, "I miss you now. Why can't I see you now? Wait-Can I see you now? Cause planes and trains and-"
"And no," Steve interrupted with a chuckle, "You'd only get me for a few hours before you'd have to leave again."
"Worth it," Eddie mumbled out, his voice a little muffled as he tumbled around in his hotel bed, "Want my baby."
The pathetic tilt to his voice was enough to make Steve's heart clench. God he was too precious. Suddenly a red-eye in the middle of the night for a two hour make-out session didn't sound like such a bad idea. But he could be the strong one for tonight, "You have me sweetheart. Want me to stay on until you fall asleep."
"Yes please," Eddie sighed, "Love your voice. It's so... nice. Like... audible perfume. Like poetry or something."
"Oh baby you are wasted," Steve said as he laid back down, nestling the phone to his ear, "Please tell me you drank some water before laying down?"
"... maybe?"
"Babe."
"I knoooow. Keep nagging me though. I missed that too."
"Is my bitching your bed time story?"
He could hear Eddie nodding, rusting against the fabric, "And it's the best. Keep going?"
Steve rolled his eyes, but he did what he was asked. Saying every silly little grievance he could think of. He whined about how cold it was in bed without him, how Eddie had promised to take out the trash before he left and forgot. Again. How he hated how quiet it was without him, how much he missed hearing his voice trailing in and out of every room.
And Eddie listened, mumbling out a few sleepy m'sorrys and I love yous along the way. Until all Steve could hear was the slow, steady sound of his breathing. But he didn't hang up. Not when that was one of his favorite sounds in the world. And the perfect thing to fall asleep to.
Steve smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, a little amazed that Eddie could still make him feel so loved, from hundreds of miles away.
But one thing was for sure. He still had to be the happiest man on earth.
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vampirekilmerfic · 4 months
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Captain John "Full Grown Adult Man" Price™
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lazybakerart · 4 months
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NO GOODBYES ONLY SEE YOU SOON
for @weird-an !! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! here's a lil drawing of argyle and billy, where Things are still new and hawkins is some place neither of them have ever heard of. you're a wonderful friend an and you mean the world to me!! thank you for being you!! <3!!
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catharusustulatus · 4 months
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This is insane to me: https://t.co/WslCOnBtJU
They didn’t even call him. How the hell is he supposed to be explained out of the show? Jonathan’s best friend, who drove the gang all the way to Indiana? He’s just…gone? Not even being killed off - just not invited back. What!?
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chirpsythismorning · 1 year
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OH HEY IM SUPER EXCITED TO SEE MY GIRLFRIEND IN CALIFORNIA 😄
Probably deep down there’s some trauma there, but that doesn’t come out 😳
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girls-are-weird · 4 months
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all the stills were great, but this one breathed life into me, cured all my various ailments, saved the world from impending disaster, and redefined the meaning of love in nothing but the most gorgeous, wondrous, hopeful arrangement of pixels. and i can't stop staring at it.
so yeah, if you like this, please share it-- i spent literal hours of my life last night when i was supposed to be sleeping, trying to scrub the neon magenta cast off of wille's face. i feel like i deserve some love for that, haha. i am le tired. (worth it, though!)
ANYWAY, how about you? how we doin', folks? march 3rd! are we ready? (i am not, but also i would prefer to have the season NOW, plzkthx.)
the base image for this was HD, so if anyone needs a slightly larger resolution, let me know, and i'll see if i can whip it up. the lyrics are from the song "crystallized" by young the giant, which is an excellent song that you all should look up! it was the first song that popped into my mind when i saw this still, and also inspired some of the filters i used here.
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weird-an · 1 year
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Argyle has expected a lot from Hawkins. To see the place where Jonathan grew up, to get to know more about a girl that's more witch than human and to get stoned out of his mind so he forgets all about burying a bunch of people in the desert.
He didn't expect that. To meet the highlight of his childhood, the boy he had his first kiss with, sloppy and rushed, the blonde menace that never knew when to stop.
But there he is. Billy Hargrove, sitting at the Byers kitchen table, next to a guy with a polo shirt and really great hair.
"That are Steve and Billy," Jonathan says and frowns when Argyle blurts out a "Wow!"
"Everything alright, Argyle?"
"I thought we only smoked weed." Argyle moves around the table.
Billy stays seated. Stares at him with his neon blue eyes that have been so often dulled by bruises or cuts. A few thin scars peek out from the collar of his shirt, a white shine on tanned skin. Argyle's stomach churns at that.
The prissy guy next to Billy -Steve- moves his arm a little, says something to Billy, so low only he can hear it. He puts his hand on Billy's thigh, or at least that's what Argyle thinks.
Argyle stands in front of Billy and he swears he can hear their laughter from years ago, from hiding under the pier and eating the world's worst tacos.
Argyle opens his arms and Billy stares at him like he did when Argyle tried to hug him for the first time. Unsure.
Argyle sighs and puts his arms around Billy, lifting him out of the chair even though he's way heavier than he remembered. Billy's wiggling in his arms, but Argyle doesn't let go.
"Still a struggle with you, my dude."
"Fuck off," Billy groans, but finally hugs him back. Sinks against him.
Steve snorts and Argyle grins. Seems like someone knows that too well.
"I thought I'd never get to do that again," Argyle says, lifting Billy a little higher before letting go.
"Me, too," Billy admits, a tiny smile on his lips.
"Thanks for taking care of him." Steve looks startled when Argyle pulls him into a hug, too.
"You're...welcome?"
"Hey, I'm not a fucking pet that -"
"Of course not," Argyle ruffles his hair. God, he hasn't done this in forever.
"A fucking menace that's what you are," Steve mumbles.
Billy huffs at that, blond curls disheveled, a crooked halo around his face.
Jonathan blinks at them, like he's trying to solve a puzzle. "I think I missed... everything?"
@ihni You wanted them to meet, so, here you go! <3
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