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TREVANTE RHODES: Bird Box Interview (2018)
#trevante rhodes#trevanterhodesedit#trhodesedit#actoredit#pocedit#mancandykings#dailymenedit#dailyactors#dailymalestarsedit#edit**#&*#emptying the drafts#a cutie pie always <3
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Started tinkering with the Helluva Boss related relationships...
To be fair, the nature of encounters with Aveline really depends on a wide range of factors.
Like, while use of the grimoire to create portals would attract her attention, Stolas had a completely different impression of her compared to say... Paimon who had it previously.
I mean... for Stolas, he would find a friend, mentor, and a confidant, but Paimon would have basically found something... else.
Although I do get the feeling that Paimon probably tried to save his sanity and presumed that she was just something that came with the Grimoire. I'd imagine finding out the hard way when he hears about Stolas's imaginary friend... and starts to realize that well... he's describing her...
Not sure who is going to be the more stupid when it comes to interacting with her... Stella, Crimson, or the sinners.
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some days i’ll be good and then some days i’ll nearly out myself as an atheist to my DEVOUT catholic Nigerian mother
#bruh like i forget not everyone is in the same reality as me#this woman is still praying to God can u imagine#WHAT GOD#WHAT THE HELL IS THERE TO PRAY FOR#WHAT HAS HE DONE#emptying the drafts
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A collection of emoji doodles for a presentation in school
#the ones on the bottom were the first ones made#and it changed#sona#sona art#cat sona#cat#cat art#emptying the drafts
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we've fucked Vox until he passed out (and caused city wide blackouts) several times, now get ready for...
fucking Lucifer until he passes out
grabbing his horns, hair, wings, tail for leverage to keep fucking into him when he can no longer move on his own because his limbs are jelly from the hours of pounding
sheets? long ruined from his loads upon loads of cum until he's only capable of dry orgasms and they hurt so good that all he can do is drool and cry and let out little pathetic sounds with every thrust into his abused hole
he ceased begging you to stop, or for more, or for anything about an hour ago, whether it's because he can no longer form words, let alone sentences, or because all logic and reason has been fucked out of him until he's become solely a creature of feeling (a perfect fucktoy for you to use), we'll never know
getting one last orgasm out of him before he goes limp completely, his ass red and gaping from the enormous strap you know he likes and glistening with lube, his body covered in sweat and cum and bruises and hickeys and bite marks, looking so delicious it makes you want to fuck him all over again, but you know that he needs rest so you clean him up instead and pull him close under the covers
the next day he can barely crawl over to the glass of much needed water you left on the nightstand for him before heading to make breakfast, let alone walk, so you get to princess carry him around and pamper him all day, all while resisting his pleas to fuck him like this again tonight (he desperately wants you to break his small, fragile body, that's what he was made for in his opinion, all for your pleasure and any you're willing to give him)
this is my official good morning post, by the way, everyone. Starting off strong with Lucifer being a totally slut.
#emptying my drafts#to make room for the explosion of requests i got#let’s make this quick because god i’m excited#sub lucifer#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer smut
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a quick lil edit so the Hunter girlies can remember how their man smirks while he throws hands
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#starqueensedits#emptying my drafts folder before the new ep drops#bad batch#tbb#the bad batch#bad batch spoilers#tbb spoilers#the bad batch spoilers#bad batch season 3#tbb season 3#the bad batch season 3#bad batch season 3 spoilers#tbb season 3 spoilers#the bad batch season 3 spoilers#tbb hunter#hunter tbb#bad batch hunter#hunter bad batch
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*final pam voice* vaultknight nation, how we feeling?
#fallout#vaultknight#maxlucy#maximus x lucy maclean#maxlean#posts these sketches bc the tag is like EMPTY#i will polish them later#for now. u get rough draft#pina art
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hello I rlly enjoyed ur gojo fanfic where he has a lipstick kink could we have more of that? it was rlly good🙏
FOR MY TWO FOLLOWERS WHO ARE INDEED IN THE VOID @jspenft and @a-hidden-gem 🤞 had this shit in drafts for like two years…
“what are you doing?”
“nothin’.”
he’s sitting up on the counter next to you, his legs swaying like a child’s as he watches you pucker your lips and apply a steady coat of gloss on your red lips.
you sigh, putting down your makeup to level him with a stare. “what do you want?”
gojo has the audacity to put on a look of dismay. “does there need to be an ulterior motive to admire you?”
“with you, satoru, there is always an ulterior motive.” you trail your nails up his torso, resting your palm on his chest before repeating, “what do you want?”
he smirks. “do you want me to be honest? no matter how obscene?”
“yes.”
“i want your pretty red lips wrapped around the base of my cock.”
it’s quite comical to gojo, to see how your face puckers up and reddens in shock. “sa—”
“you said to be honest! no need to act all priss and proper—”
“it’s prim and proper, smartass.”
“i don’t care what it is, i just told you what i want.”
“we have your dinner to go to—”
“we can cancel!”
“we cancelled last time—”
“i’m the head of the clan!”
“satoru!”
“what!?”
“you’re so fucking infuriating! i just got ready.”
gojo latches his palms around your hips, holding you steady while trying not to laugh at your pout. he knows you mean nothing by it. “i never said to get unready. i want to fuck you like this.”
you roll your eyes. “fuck you.”
“exactly.”
the mirror shows off your completive expression, bottom lip pulled slightly by your teeth. a heavy but familiar feeling rolls over you, settling right below your belly. it doesn’t help the way gojo stares, as if he needs to touch you, his fingers sliding to the bare skin of your lower thighs and slowly gliding upwards.
“ten minutes. then we leave.” you whisper, carefully planting a red print on his jaw.
gojo smirks. both he and you know better. but he lets the lie live, nodding and mumbling “just ten minutes” before tugging you up to him by your chin, tasting your cherry lips and moaning.
1 notification: a text from Gojo Satoru
Gojo Satoru: sorry everyone! had to cancel tonight. strongest sorcerer things! you know how it goes…
#sorry i could let it continue but i’m choosing not to#i actually had this for so long#need to empty out my drafts#incoming tag spam#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#gojo smut#gojou satoru x reader#satoru smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo fluff#gojo imagine
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An angel and a demon walk into a bar.
It sounds like the beginning of a joke, one that would have annoyed Crowley greatly before- before. Maybe it would have been mildly amusing, were it not for the fact that it is a pub, not a bar (a mere technicality that somehow still mattered), and it is the first time in seven months that he is looking Aziraphale right in the face.
He chose the place, walked right out of the bookshop and across the street the second Aziraphale looked at him with his stupid purple eyes and opened his mouth. Same table, same drinks. New silence.
A demon leads an angel into a pub so he does not kiss him again.
Less of a joke, more like the beginning of a nightmare he has had every single time he tried to sleep, woken by whispered words either confirming his worst fears or greatest desires; both incite fear, one way or another.
The low table between them is enough of a barrier to prevent a repeat of their last interaction, it has to be, although this time Aziraphale is looking at him with violet-coloured longing and an apology on his lips, no longer pleading, no longer angry. He is asking for forgiveness, and if that isn't a deeply ironic twist of fate.
Before either of them says a single word, Crowley finishes his drink and raises his hand to order another one, clinging to the familiar sting of alcohol in his throat to burn away the questions lingering on his tongue.
An angel followed a demon into a pub because he loves him.
Aziraphale wishes he could tell himself Crowley looks like he did seven months ago, that he hasn't changed, but he is done lying to himself, to either of them. Behind his shades, dark, darker if that is even possible, he can feel his golden gaze heavy on his face, familiar and the answer to an empty longing in his chest.
His drink goes untouched as Crowley downs one, then another, and it is after the third that he finally begins to talk.
"What do you want?"
Bitter, sharp, spit at his feet with an anger he expected and yet doesn't know how to react to. Underneath it is pain—more pain than any being should ever have to experience—and instead of trying to carry some of it for him, he only added to it.
"I want to apologise."
"Fine." Crowley shoves his empty glass away and gets up. "I don't forgive you."
Reflexively, Aziraphale reaches out and curls his fingers around his wrist when Crowley tries to walk past him, blinking up at him with eyes the colour of dying Myosotis.
Forget-me-nots.
They both freeze, the point of contact a crack in the walls they have spent centuries building and seven months rebuilding, and he knows he has made a mistake immediately.
Crowley stares at him, still as stone, until he suddenly rips his arm out of his grasp, almost cradling it against his chest. With dawning horror, Aziraphale realises he is shaking, tremors running through him like waves breaking apart on a rocky shore.
"Don't you dare touch me." Panic, not anger. Pure, unfiltered panic blooming beside a mountain of fear that could outlast an eternity.
"I-" He doesn't know what he wants to say, what he is trying to say, what he needs to say to make him stay. Oh, the irony of it all.
Crowley leaves the pub, and the Supreme Archangel stays behind.
Not a demon anymore, not technically, he is done with sides, and deeds, and choices; he never makes the right ones anyway. His wrist hurts with the ghost of a kiss, and he cannot get the glint of purple where summer sky blue should be out of his head.
The Bentley is waiting for him, providing an escape from the noise, the people, him.
Apologies instead of I'm coming back.
A sickening aura of holiness tinged with the burn of ozone instead of books and dust and soft, silly angel.
Seven months of waiting, of pleading with God, of cursing Her, cursing him, cursing the entire fucking world for taking and taking and taking from him without pause, without even a fragment of mercy.
For this.
An angel returns to heaven. Crowley curses the stars and cries.
#alex writes good omens#good omens#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#good omens season 2#go2#aziracrow#crowley x aziraphale#ineffable divorce#emptying out my tumblr drafts which are usually full of posts that weren't worth posting#but this one was actually fun to finish#sorry no more fluff back to the angst#this is 700 words long my god i have issues#one short tumblr post and i end up with a fic#anyway#shoutout to the people that get the bojack horseman reference
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DIAHANN CAROLL: Paris Blues (1961)
#diahann carroll#paris blues#paris blues 1961#diahanncarolledit#filmedit#vintageedit#classicfilmbr#oldhollywoodedit#blackactressesdaily#wocedit#edit**#&*#sparkling heart emoji <3#low quality but still >#emptying the drafts
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Don’t Ever Say I didn’t Love You. Of Course I do.
Alessia Russo x Reader.
Warnings: Honestly idk what this is, more of a blurb or whatever you call them, emptying out my drafts bbs get ready 🙏🏼, arguments, swearing, poorly written ending, probably poor grammar.
Summary: Less doesn’t think you love her anymore.
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You and Alessia were in another one of your arguments.
It was the 4th one this week, you didn't know why at this point, you just knew your girlfriend was mad at you for something you hadn't even done. You think it has something to do with her makeup and you using the last bit of it or something like that.
"Alessia what has gotten into you?" You asked, your face crumbling slightly as tears well in your eyes. You didn't want to fight with your girlfriend, you loved her dearly and held her close to your heart. So why was it so difficult to get along with her without her blowing up recently?
You knew she had been stressed because of her recent move to Arsenal, but she had never taken her anger about football out on you before, just as you had never taken yours about football out on her.
"You don't love me anymore!" She shouts and for a moment, everything goes still. The clock stops ticking, the only sound in the room heard was your individual breaths. Heavy and laboured, as if you'd just ran 10 miles non stop each. Although, that's what fighting with each other usually felt like anyway.
"What? Less what are you on about?"
"You.. You don't love me anymore." Her voice is quiet, fearful.
"You're fucking delusional if you think that then." You scoff, and she rolls her eyes.
"Why do I even try, Y/N?"
"What makes you think I don't love you, Less?"
"You aren't spending time with me as much anymore!" She complains, and her face holds resemblance to that of a pouting toddler, you think.
"Lessi are you forgetting I have a full time very high stress job? The same job as you, might I add?” You glare at her, honestly offended she'd ever think you didn't love her anymore.
"No, no of course not, I just-" You cut her off with a scoff and disbelieving chuckle.
"Just what? Woke up last week and decided to make me feel like shit over every little fucking thing?!" You snap. You had reached your boiling point. Why was she not seeing that you loved her? Why couldn't she just see that if she had spoke about it with you it wouldn't be this way?
"I love you, Alessia. So don't you ever say I didn't love you, I still do. I always will, for fucks sakes!" You yell, completely flying off the rails.
She just looks at you, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Whatever. I'm gonna stay at Macca's." The blonde says, storming out of your shared apartment and heading to the Irish girl's.
You think about chasing after her but hear her Mercedes pulling out of the driveway as you glare warily at your trainers. It would've been useless chasing her now.
You sigh and begin to tidy everything up, going getting into the spare bed, which you seemed to be spending a lot of time in lately, so that way if Alessia actually came back this time she'd be able to have space in a bed by herself.
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Later that night, you briefly register a dip in the bed and your girlfriends warm body pressing against your own, muttering soft apologies into your hair which you just respond to with a grumble.
When you wake up that morning to the sight of the blonde's head on your chest and her smaller frame wrapped up in your arms, you feel a small flicker of hope that everything will be alright.
Because as long as you had your girl you felt like you could do anything.
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A/N: enjoy!
#woso#football#futbol#footy#woso fanfics#woso imagine#writer is not english#futból#woso x reader#angst#alessia russo#alessia russo x reader#alessia russo x y/n#alessia russo x you#arguing#language#poorly written ending#emptying my drafts
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agustin-gomez arcos, the carnivorous lamb
#emptying out the drafts again!#this was is from 2021–#anyways#the carnivorous lamb#agustin gomez arcos#writings#excerpts#words#quotes#on god#on love
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these guys are too cute (read: some of my favourite panels)
#batman wayne family adventures#bwfa#im pretty sure all these are from season 1!!#this is me going through my drafts and emptying them btw#batman#bruce wayne#dick grayson#duke thomas#stephanie brown#tim drake#damian wayne#cassandra cain#webtoon#my post
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(This poll was made because I realized in a recent conversation that I've never seen any of these-)
#polls#forrest gump#princess bride#titanic#jaws#the godfather#the breakfast club#pulp fiction#emptying my drafts
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He is always checking on them. They are always looking to him.
**ragu and originals below the cut
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you know what's making me insane? the thought that vimes used what VETINARI thought him to defuse the mob in night watch and vetinari learned it from watching him defuse that mob. like. that's insane. that's crazy to me. i dont even need to say anything, that's already poetic enough
#like????? vimes learned to watch the shadows bc of vetinari and vetinari hid in those shadows all along?!!?!! vimes learned to be a good#leader from vetinari (and keel) and the first good leader vetinari saw was VIMES. vimes was vetinari's first failed assigned#vimes was subtly looking for vetinari the whole time he was in the past. im going CRAZY#vetvimes#havelock vetinari#sam vimes#discworld#gnu terry pratchett#night watch#don't mind me im emptying my drafts rn
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