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So what ur thoughts on the bafias nominations David been nomination for best comedy actor while Michael hasn't been nominated for anything and the fan on twitter can't understand why now I personally think after Al aggressive behaviour on a post when they got his name wrong on his favourite radio station and how her stories on ig recently just werid behaviour do u think Al may had sabotaged his chances of getting a nomination for anything

What ur thoughts

Hi there! So I am once again on the road and attending a conference in Las Vegas that just wrapped up, and now I finally have a chance to comment on today's exciting news.

I'm sure everyone has seen by now, but congrats to our lovely David on his first (main) BAFTA nom for Male Performance in a Comedy!

It seems almost surreal that David has never been nominated for a (main) BAFTA before now, and given the breadth of his other recent TV performances (Des, Litvinenko) nominating him for Good Omens season 2 is certainly a choice...especially in the absence of a nomination for Michael. Looking at the list of nominations, it appears that Best Interests was nominated for Limited Drama, as was Sharon Horgan for Leading Actress...but no nomination for Michael for Leading Actor, either. So very quickly, this starts to look like a visible and intentional snub.

In terms of why Michael would be snubbed, I think there are a few possible reasons, but none of them have anything to do with AL. Readers of my blog know that I am never hesitant to call Anna out when it is merited, but in all likelihood the BAFTA nominations were decided long before now, and in my opinion she would not have any influence on whether Michael is nominated regardless of when her social media posts were made. So it does not make sense to place blame on her in this instance.

My feeling is that the reasons for Michael's lack of a nomination (and really, David's nomination specifically for GO) are likely twofold. One is that I'm guessing Amazon/whoever submitted David for consideration didn't want to pit Michael and David against each other. If they were both competing in the same category, it could split the votes, so only nominating one of them seems the best way of avoiding that. The second reason (again, in my opinion) seems to be political.

I was surprised to recently learn that Prince William is the president of BAFTA--British followers, help me out here, because this is very, very weird to a confused American--and as we know, Michael has spoken out on a number of hot button issues over the last few months: Opening a conversation about Welsh independence. The question of the devolution of the crown estate to Wales. And of course, abolishing the title of Prince of Wales. Not to mention all of the backlash incurred by the release of The Way, which was roundly savaged in the press and accused of promoting anti-English sentiments.

Granted, there have been politically active nominees and winners at the BAFTAs in the past, but it really feels like the combination of all these things is somehow working against Michael. Let's also not forget this epic picture from the BAFTA film awards last month, with Michael giving Wills the side-eyest of Welsh side-eyes:

All this said, it is difficult (if not impossible) to think of Michael and David's performances in GO as separate things, because they are so inextricably intertwined. The reason that we got David's incredible performance as Crowley is because Michael was there as Aziraphale, and vice-versa. I think David and Michael themselves would be the first ones to say it, as well as to be in awe and so supportive of each other's acting. The response of fans to this nomination news--saying Michael is a better actor, Michael deserved to be nominated instead, etc.--is so perplexing to me, because I think he was probably the first one in line to congratulate David, and would chew out anybody who put down David's acting for any reason.

I also think that if the lack of a nomination is due to the above-mentioned political reasons, then Michael is probably wearing it like a fucking badge of honor. I think he is also happier for David than anyone else on the planet right now (because that's his boyfriend, damn it), and I truly hope the stars align and give us Michael presenting David with an award again like at the NTAs in 2021. (Michael subsequently carrying David off the stage bridal style would be the cherry on top of the already extremely homoerotic cake.)

I also feel that there is no question David is as taken aback by his nomination/Michael's lack of a nomination for GO as much as the rest of us are. While I have no idea what David's chances of winning truly are, I think he would wholeheartedly and enthusiastically share that award with Michael. And I think he will share that night with Michael no matter what, regardless of what happens on the broadcast.

So many possibilities come to mind, really. I can imagine David and Michael re-enacting Every (without the heartbreaking bits, of course) on stage. I've seen people making references to the infamous Slow Show fic/how it parallels to real life, and while I've only read part of it (haven't gotten to finish), the thought of any kiss between Michael and David is beyond gorgeous to contemplate. Not for the sake of "content" or as a joke, of course (because I don't think they would be willing to kiss as a joke, because if they were, they would've done it by now), but because we would see a facet to Michael and David's relationship that's always been there in private become public. And it would be their choice to share it with us.

Those are my reactions to the BAFTAs announcement today. I'd love to hear from my followers as well with your thoughts and comments. Thanks for writing in! x

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The Taste of Liquor

Pairings: Corinthian x Reader W/C: 4.5k Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, p in v, slight praise kink, public sex (kinda), drinking (still consensual), language, mentions of eyestealing (no actual eyestealing)... A/N: This came out of nowhere. I wrote this in less than 24 hours, enjoy because I did. <3

Your back hit the wall with a force that knocked the air from your lungs. Lips and teeth clashed with your mouth as he consumed you in a cloudy haze of lust and desire. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist in the small space of whatever supply closet you had crashed into as you pulled at the blond strands of his hair.

You had just been sitting at a bar on a quiet Thursday night. It was less populated as it would have been had you come just a day later. It was nice, peaceful enough to enjoy the calm of the scarcely crowded space.

It seemed like you felt the man before you even saw him. The brass bell over the glass door dinged like the beginning of some cheesy sitcom as you swirled the tip of your pinkie in your tiny glass as the cherry did spins in your drink.

You paid no mind to the front door, focusing on your drink before you pulled your pinkie between your lips and sucked on it quickly, taking the cherry between your teeth and biting. The long stem snapped off as you ate the tiny fruit, allowing it to pass through your lips after the red cherry was swallowed. Your tongue worked as you tied the stem into a knot absent-mindedly.

The Corinthian was on a prowl tonight. His shaded eyes scanned the small bar as a smug smile sat on his lips. They landed on you, sitting alone on a stool with your cheek resting atop your fist. His smile spread as he approached.

He ordered his drink with a disarming smile to the only bartender working that night. She gave him a lust-drunk smirk and walked away to get it with an extra sway to her hips. She even dared to look over her shoulder, biting her lip teasingly in an attempt to win the mysterious man's affection.

You glanced up as you saw her walk away, shaking your head with a scoff. Your smirk was small and satirical as you brought your glass to your lips. In a voice small as a whisper, you spoke.

"Slut."

Corinthians head turned to you at the short word that slipped from your lips. His smirk widened and he allowed a chuckle to pass through. This didn't go unnoticed by you as you turned your head, your jaw dropping slightly as you saw him and realized he'd heard you.

You covered a hand over your mouth and stifled a chuckle before pulling it away in favor of licking your lips. "My bad," you muttered half-heartedly, pursing your lips in a poor attempt to hide your smile.

He raised a hand off the table, titling his head slightly as he simply replied, "No problem here."

He set his palms back down and drummed his fingers a couple of times as he moved to sit in the chair a couple seats down from you. You didn't look at him again, lost in mindless thought as you stared at your cup like it was the most interesting thing there.

The bartender returned, pouring his drink for him in a way she deemed sexy. He would have been amused, had his attention not been stolen by you and your amusing mouth. She passed the glass over to him and he raised it up in a gesture toward her. "Thank you," he smiled. She walked away, pride swelling as evident in each step.

He scoffed silently to himself and shook his head again. You did not look at him, but you could feel his gaze on your face as you stared down at your drink. It was intense, filled with something you couldn't quite place. It distracted you from your own boredom, providing you something to find interest in as he examined you.

After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat to catch your attention, as if he hadn't already had it.

"So…what's a–"

"–nice girl like me doing in a place like this?" you interrupted, smirking slyly at him.

He chuckled and looked down, adjusting his glasses over his eyes to better hide what was lurking just behind them. "I thought about not using that one, but something about clichés said 'why not?'."

You smiled at the lilt to his voice, a slight Southern drawl intriguing you as his chuckle rumbling in his chest again.

You brought your glass back to your lips, pressing the tip of your tongue to the rim first to taste the liberating liquid before taking a quick swig. "Just like the taste of liquor on a Thursday night. What about you?"

You tilted your head in his direction with your chin, then to the side as your eyes properly took him in.

His blond hair was styled to perfection, dark white-rimmed glasses to match his white jacket and shirt. His smile was charming, laced with an intoxicating edge and a dangerous thrill that intrigued you. His smooth skin seemed like it glowed, even in the dimmed light of the bar for the aesthetic of your late Thursday night. You'd hit on him, too.

"I like the taste of liquor," he saluted you with his glass.

You tried to hold back a grin, but failed as you lifted your own glass. They clinked delicately, swishing the liquid around in them at the gentle impact. "To the taste of liquor."

He tipped his glass once more and you both took a generous swig. "What's your name?" he finally asked after a moment of comfortable silence. You told him with the lick of your lips, and he admired the name interestedly, before the question returned to him. He looked like he would dodge the question, but the way he raised two fingers to adjust his glasses with a chuckle. You saw a shift, though, as he suddenly looked up again. "You can call me Corin."

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "Corin," you tried to name, tasting it on your tongue as you thought to yourself. "Is it a nickname?"

"Corin?" He was amused again, not that he ever stopped being amused.

"Yeah," you said. "It feels like it's missing something."

Rather than answer, he expertly dismissed your question with a, "If it is, it's unimportant."

There were so many more looks, so many stifled smirks and dark gazes. His eyes bore into yours, which glittered with his arrival. Oh, yes. He would indulge in the pleasures you were willing to give and then see what lies beyond those beautiful pair of eyes that gazed. He soon moved to sit in the stool right next to you, speaking in that charming manner that should not have been as consuming as it was. The bartender was not happy.

You knew as soon as his fingers brushed against your bare skin that your night would end with this man's lips on your flesh.

You just didn't expect him to take you on a makeshift date that same night after your glass was empty.

It was innocent enough, just a movie theatre showing some horror film about demons and nightmares. You were hardly interested in it, all the horror was dependent on predictable plots with jumpscares and bright flashes of light. You'd tried to convince him to take off his glasses, it was a dark room, how would he see? He insisted, however, that it was "part of his charm". You didn't push.

Your mind was elsewhere as his fingers grazed the back of your hand, teasing shapes that made your skin tingle and cry out to touch him. His eyes remained on the screen, the dark theatre preventing you from properly seeing his face as you resolved to just staring at the flashing screen. His touch traced the sides of your fingers as your hand laid flat against your arm rest.

You decided to give him what he was looking for, your hand to hold. You intertwined your fingers and stroked your thumb over the meat of his palm. You could have sworn you saw his lips twitch in a smile, heard his slight chuckle at your response.

You didn't keep your hand on the arm rest. Why would you? He'd basically handed his to you on a silver platter, and you would not keep him waiting. You brought your hands to your lap, just on top of your thigh as you lingered there for a moment. His skin pressed to your jeans, and you suddenly cursed yourself for that tiny dress you contemplated but ultimately turned down.

Your other hand cupped your joined grasps, beckoning him closer. Corinthian was cocky, that was certain. The smirk on his face was scandalous, self-satisfied as your lust clearly got the better of you.

You removed your hand from his, only to open his up and trace your fingers along his palm, eyes still focused on the screen—which had become a huge blur as your attention was caught someplace entirely different. The slight throbbing was not so slight anymore as you felt his hand resting on your leg. You hadn't realized how quick your breathing had become. It was still quiet, barely audible under the protection of the loud sounds of overdone action as the music picked up with a chase scene.

You turned his hand over and then brought it up to your lips. You surprised Corinthian with a soft kiss to the back of his hand. He felt the warmth of the very tip of your tongue dart out to taste his skin. He did not disappoint.

You set his hand back on your thigh and moved it up, up, up. You had to hold your breath when his pinkie reached out to dip into your inner thigh. As soon as the side of his palm brushed against your clothed heat, you almost let out a shuddering breath. Your eyes fluttered, and you suddenly found yourself wishing you were also wearing glasses.

You licked your lips and pressed his hand closer. You didn't have to do much else, his hand began pressing against you on his own as it cupped and grinded into you. You could have passed out, but you would not let a single second of this slip by you.

Before you could drop to your knees in front of everyone to end your suspense and do something to this man, he reclaimed your hand and stood to move past the last couple of people in your row. The anticipation filled you, swirled around your body like a whirlwind of darkness and desire.

He pulled you out of the loud theatre and into the hallway with dark red carpets and black painted walls, movie posters encased in glass along them to show what was and would be showing. The smell of buttery popcorn and concessions, although enticing, did nothing to distract you from Corinthian. His hand held tightly to yours, and you couldn't escape the little giggle in the back of your throat as he chuckled darkly.

You thought you were leaving, but he seemed to have other plans.

You quickly found those plans when he pulled open a random door and pushed you inside. The door closed shut rather loudly behind him and, in the next second, your legs were wrapped around his waist and you were slammed into the wall behind you.

And now you were stifling moans and giggles against his lips as he devoured you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, ruining the perfect style he'd managed to maintain the whole night. His hands held your waist, your hands, your ass, whatever he could grab. He was very grabby.

You moaned into his mouth when he pressed his body into yours, your chests flush against one another as he held you up by his hips. His mouth slipped off of yours, burying in the crook of your neck where he bit and sucked and licked your skin. You were already drunk off his touch, high off his pleasure. Your head was spinning and your body felt so alive.

It felt like a dream, like a guilty pleasure as you indulged in a fantasy that you just know you should not enjoy. You didn’t know why it felt so forbidden, why your body was so turned on by the idea of fucking this man because of the scandalousness of it all. You were doing nothing wrong, and yet it all felt so right.

“Fuck,” you gasped as his teeth brushed that special spot of your throat. You were like putty in his hands as he pressed into you harder, just to keep you from slipping down and falling to the ground. He held you tighter, his hands gripping tightly as the cold material of his glasses brushed against the underside of your jaw.

“Your taste is intoxicating, sweetheart,” he whispered deeply into your ear. “I wonder if that applies for…every aspect.” His insinuation was like a spark of fire on the gasoline that you had been drenched in with the first touch.

“Such a flirt,” you sighed contentedly into the dark space of the tiny closet. You tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him rougher against you as a whimper escaped your throat. You could feel him through his pants, hard and thick as he rubbed against your clothed core. You grinded down harder into him, searching for the cherry on top of your guilty pleasures with him.

He seemed to take the hint pretty quickly. “So needy,” he tsked. “I’m tempted to make you beg, but you’re loud enough as it is.” The parted lips split into a smile as he continued, “Then again…you probably like the idea of someone hearing you moaning all pretty, opening the door to see you impaled on my cock, don’t you?”

You moaned breathily, supporting his idea as you thought of it, being caught. The more you thought, the more tempting it was. You waved the idea away with the shake of your head. “I thought so,” he said with a hearty but quiet laugh.

Your hand slipped between your bodies, all-too eager to take things a little further, distract him from the teasing that was setting every inch of your body on fire. Your fingertips met with his metal belt buckle, tugging uselessly with desperate sighs.

“I hear you,” he chuckled deep in his throat. “But you gotta be patient, darlin’.” His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth. “And you gotta be quiet.”

“No time for patience,” you urged. “Movie ends soon.”

He tsked once more, “Hush, sweetheart.” His teeth nipped at the skin of your throat, bared as if he was going to take a bite out of you. You whimpered as you let out a shaky breath, but ultimately obeyed with the nod of your head. You were aching and desperate. You just wanted him to bury himself inside of you, to fulfill both your desires and calm the consuming fire he had thrown you into.

You whispered his name, clawing at his hair as you held it in chunks and tangled your fingers. He set you down for only a moment, making you so much smaller than him now that you were standing. You held your breath when he knelt down in front of you, looking up at you through masked eyes as his face hovered so closely to your belly. His fingers hooked over the waistbands of your jeans as he pulled them down your legs agonizingly slow. His gaze never strayed from yours, even through the dark air separating you.

When your jeans were off, he took even more time and care with your underwear, but not before gazing at them with somewhat of a mocking smirk. “Awe,” he chuckled, pinching the tiny little bow in the center with his thumb and forefinger. “How cute.” You huffed impatiently at him, ignoring the blush that deepened over the expanse of your skin.

He continued his slow movements until your panties were finally off. You were bare in front of him, the bottom half of your body entirely naked for him to gaze and admire. You wasted no time in bending down and kissing his lips again, rough and devouring to distract him from the body you were suddenly self-conscious under his consuming gaze. His taste was exhilarating, you could never tire of it as it hazed your senses like a drug. He stood again, suddenly towering over you once more. His hands gripped your hips and he hoisted you up, your legs finding their designated spot around his waist. It felt so natural, the way your body slotted against him, like you were made to be there.

When you heard the magical sound of his belt buckle clinking against metal, you shuddered against him and tightened your grasp of him around his waist. He pulled himself from his pants and you swear all the breath left you when you felt the slightest brush of his skin against the sopping sensations of your pussy.

You felt his fingers first, suddenly. His middle finger brushed through your folds, collecting your wetness on his digits with a groan. “Haven’t even touched you, and you’re soaked,” he smiled. “Is this all for me, baby?”

You bit your lip harshly, unable to hold the eager nod you gave him. “Don’t know what you do to me,” you answered. He flashed that charming smile that you could see even through the darkness of the closet.

His middle finger buried inside of you, sinking in all the way for just a few moments as he wiggled it around. A moan slipped past your lips, too loud and too exposing. He stepped even closer, using only the strength of his hips to hold you up as he placed his other hand over your mouth. “Sh, sh, sh,” he whispered. “You’ve gotta be quiet, or we’re not doing anything, sweetheart.”

You nodded, blanching at the alternative as your body tingled with the anticipation of him finally filling you up. “Good girl,” he praised, nearly pulling another moan from you as your eyes fluttered. He removed his finger from you and you sighed at the loss, peeling your eyes open to see what you could of his face.

You watched as he stuck his finger soaked in your arousal between his lips and sucked.

His head fell back a little, and he hummed deep in his throat, “Mmm, just as delicious as I thought you’d be.” He gave you a pearly white grin, and you swore you forgot how to breathe.

“Please,” you whispered pathetically.

His inhale was deep in response to your answer, which had disarmed him in a way he had not expected. His lips came to linger right next to your ear. You could hear every little breath, every little hitch of his sigh as he spoke with such a dark whisper of a growl. "By the time I'm through with you, I'll have to carry you out of his theatre." You whimpered at his promise, felt his hand grip your side again as your heart pounded against your ribcage.

You gasped rather loud when you felt him sheath his cock deep inside of your warmth.

"Corin," you whined, eyes closing and mouth hanging open. He let out a heavy sigh as he sunk you down further onto his length. He felt you clench and squeeze around his cock, milking the pleasure from him as he allowed a strained breath to pass by his lips.

He rocked his hips in and out of you, your back rubbing against the wall. He raised a hand to cup your throat, his teeth scraping at the skin there as he marked you up. You sighed and whimpered, weak against him as he filled you with pleasure. Your fingers curled around his shoulder and dug into his flesh as you threw your head back, granting him more access to the column of your throat.

His pace was quick to pick up as his cock dragged in and out of your slick cunt. You pursed your lips in a poor attempt to silence yourself. It was of no use as his blunt head pressed so nicely to that special little spot deep inside of you. A particularly rough thrust nearly had you crying out, but his hand raised from your throat and pressed over your mouth.

"Hey, now," he strained, tilting his head back to look at you. He didn't stop, his steady pace still set as your legs trembled around him. "What did I see, sweetheart?" he smirked. "You've got to be quiet." He punctuated every word with a kiss to your neck, whispering deliciously menacing into your skin on the last word.

He didn't remove his hand, even after you'd nodded your agreement. He rutted into you, splitting you apart on his cock as he drove it in and out of you, filling you with a mind-numbing pleasure that threw you in a daze.

You muffled his name against his palm. He groaned when he felt your teeth nip at his hand, pressing it harder against your mouth without hurting you.

His free hand fingered the hem of your shirt, tugging on it teasingly before pulling it over your head. Once the shirt was discarded and his hand was slotted over your lips again, his own lips pressed against the skin over your breasts as he teased you with his kisses. It was becoming increasingly hard to stay quiet—with the way his hot mouth lapped against your skin, the way his cock slammed into you, the way his strained groans and sighs passed through his lips naughtily, the notion of it felt quite impossible.

"I'm gonna move my hand," he said. "But you gotta be quiet. Will you be quiet for me, kitten?"

You nodded and he smiled, removing his hand slowly and testing your agreement with a rough thrust into you. You gasped silently, felt pleasure tears pool in the corners of your eyes. He smirked at your obedience, grasping your hips tightly as he held you in place to move deeper still.

He leaned forward and kissed your tears away, humming deep in his throat as his hand strayed. His thumb brushed over your sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves and began to rub.

You threw your head back and hit it against the wall. The pain flared for only a moment before dissipating in the pleasure of the Corinthian. You whispered his name, chanted it like a prayer on the tip of your tongue as it fell from your lips over and over and over again.

He didn't know what possessed him to say it, what came over him that made him tell you the one thing he was reluctant to reveal for fear of scaring you away before he could indulge. "Corinthian," he nearly growled, nipping at your skin with a harsh thrust. "Call me Corinthian."

And you did. He nearly folded under you, but he remained tall and strong as his thumb and his cock destroyed you. The sparks of your sweet release were set off in your belly, climbing closer and closer to that amazing sensation you had been chasing since the first brush of your fingers.

"Fuck," he whispered. "You want to cum, baby?" He spoke through clenched teeth, his now messy hair falling in front of his face. "Is that what you want from me?"

You nodded eagerly, grinding your hips against him. "Please," you mumbled, barely coherent. "Yes, please." You huffed out a breath in place of a whining moan when his nails dug into the skin of your thigh.

"Good girl," he praised again. He applied more pressure to your clit, rubbing it almost harshly in circles that blossomed into bursts of pleasure. His mouth continued to defile your breasts before he tilted his head up to see your face, to see your eyes.

Your eyelids were squeezed shut and he shook his head with a tsk. "That's just no good," he breathed. "Open your eyes for me, darlin'. Now."

You did not disobey, you couldn't afford to as you climbed higher and higher toward your orgasm. He smiled when he saw your eyes gaze shakily into his glasses. "Atta girl."

You brought your hands to cup his neck, licking your lips. "Can I see you?" you asked weakly.

His smile faltered for only a moment, quickly replaced as he shook his head. "'Fraid not," he said. "Not a sight meant for pretty eyes like yours." He licked his bottom lip.

You moaned, "Wanna see you."

Again, he shushed you, distracting you with his hips again before silencing you with a kiss. Then he flicked his wrist, and out went the floodgates.

You exploded with a gasp and a shaky sigh, as Corinthian's name fell from your lips.

The pleasure erupted all over your body. You trembled and moaned as he pulled you back against his lips. You clenched tightly around his cock, which twitched inside of you while you came undone.

He wasn't far behind as he stilled and pressed himself as deeply into you as he could, spilling inside of you with a rough thrust and a muffled grunt. He filled you up as you milked him, taking everything he gave as you pulled him closer by his hips. His tongue slipped past your lips and invaded your mouth hungrily, eager to taste all of you at once as the both of you were driven into the deepest throes of passion.

The closet was filled with the smell of sex and shuddering breaths between you.

He pulled out of you, setting you back on your trembling feet as he helped you stand. One of his hands grabbed your throat gently, pulling you forward like a ragdoll as his lips descended upon your own once more. You mewled into his mouth, harshly biting his lip as he pulled away. He chuckled breathily, he had intended to bite yours.

"You are…" he sighed as he looked down at you, still shaking under his hand as his fingers pressed to your pulse points, "...an interesting person."

You quirked a brow, "Only interesting?"

"Talented, definitely. Beautiful, undeniable," he smiled. "You should be proud, I don't find a lot of people interesting."

You chuckled, a lust-drunk sound that spilled out of your throat as you leaned forward to kiss him again. "Well, if you help me put these clothes back on, we can go back to my place and rip them off again. But this time, I ride you, and I wanna see how you taste. How's that for interesting?"

He sighed longingly at you, his hand raising to cup your cheek as his thumb traced just under the expanse of your eyes, his nail tickling your lashes. "It sounds like a pretty damn good plan to me."

You smiled, taking hold of his jaw and pulling him close in yet another devouring kiss, which trailed down along his neck to lick at his skin. He breathed a contented sigh.

He wasn't done with you yet.

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hamadarj · 8 days

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Moon or the Stars?

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444names · 1 year

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spanish surnames BUT excluding "a"

Becino Belis Belles Bequendego Berentetto Berguedo Beriero Bermerodes Beroez Berogro Beros Berostres Berrech Berron Beyri Bibiegotez Blescortes Bojos Bonimilles Bonsueno Borros Brecin Briguer Brimino Brino Briolino Buero Buerrez Buierro Bungozono Burermuroz Burquedo Burrechido Bustrez Ceboss Cegue Ceity Celes Cellez Cenez Cenitente Cepin Cerces Ceros Cescos Chedo Chero Cheros Chigui Chiquin Choyo Chuerondo Ciedon Cingodo Ciodros Cires Colmez Colvos Comez Comon Conez Conredo Consolino Conte Contez Cordo Coredo Cores Corpite Corro Corte Cortore Covorte Crinez Crujo Crusque Cuero Cueroy Cuerrice Cuezo Curcovijos Curisteliu Dejos Deles Dellejo Delles Dello Derdillo Derio Derrequi Desillos Dionqui Dolino Dompos Dosquis Doycordo Duedo Eclez Edondo Eguez Eleno Ellen Endino Endrigue Equelez Ereres Espes Espiego Espuste Esquelecto Esqui Estenues Estiloy Estojilles Estom Eyeste Felos Ferez Feribejo Fermez Ferol Fillez Findillon Fines Finez Fiont Flortero Florth Folquerido Freco Frendinto Fuero Futines Geros Geroso Gimiero Gompo Gorno Gorte Gresqui Guelinez Guietez Guijo Guinez Guinoyco Guite Gulugudio Gungo Helez Herdo Heros Hesco Hiderres Himez Hipro Hiren Huelo Huencon Huesos Huitos Huizo Icereno Illontiro Iquez Irinez Isnes Izurs Jillo Jorth Julomon Jundo Lemuriz Lences Lencuelles Lesco Letts Limedilez Lindo Llerris Llerro Llicio Lobozo Lomerencho Lomin Loncos Lonto Losegon Losos Lucedo Ludes Luencos Luner Medecio Medez Medront Medrostojon Meleyeron Mencon Mendo Menel Menerisbo Menguedech Menosturuz Menoz Menozo Menro Menzu Meristez Meros Meroz Mertren Mestun Miero Millorgo Millos Miquez Miquihuenzo Mirel Mireson Mireyros Mirio Mirizo Mocero Molos Monderro Mondo Mones Monez Monich Monio Monson Montel Morced Mordendo Mordo Morequi Mores Morespino Morestru Morez Morio Morpis Morquil Morrenzo Morres Mortinconse Morto Mosid Mosil Mosso Mucol Mugiros Mures Murio Muste Nibel Nintez Niquierrez Nueig Nuendielo Nuerres Oconguez Ocordorevel Odonteles Ogores Ojillo Olinto Olley Olveros Orego Orengirio Oreno Orero Orreguillor Orrio Orrontortes Osillopio Ostos Otoso Pedez Pente Percinepo Perermez Perez Perneodildo Peroboro Perodo Perros Piceuez Piegeros Pineo Pinges Pinte Podrez Polents Polino Pomijo Ponez Poreno Porzon Prerrono Prios Pumbre Pumeno Pureque Purivello Pusor Pérem Quedo Quedon Quenco Quiez Quijoroz Quilles Quirrillos Recedielo Recedo Remedo Rentu Requi Ridemuz Rieguez Rillersue Rinego Riquer Riteno Roces Rodills Rojoses Rolis Romones Roncio Rontro Rubioli Rubiso Ruinemes Rujites Rujos Rumbez Secho Selloso Semigorro Sench Sentescon Serre Seves Sevregui Siezguez Siferdo Sifon Sigosegos Sillorez Sispicuez Sobedo Solostel Solques Sonzu Sorgo Soromire Sotejo Soyturrio Spedosotor Spiso Suendoy Sueno Sulino Sumen Sustrisno Tegros Tiero Tierrez Tilles Tillo Tindo Tiviegui Tordo Tordurigue Torez Tortunivez Tosobrio Toyoquez Trubio Tucio Turiz Tustes Umerlo Urdierrio Urembleono Urieblez Urino Uroqui Urtemes Urubin Urueter Usolicto Vedez Vediel Vellegue Vello Vellos Venolo Verdes Veres Verte Veruloro Vices Viellupez Viero Viete Vigui Vilerdez Viles Villedo Villeo Villes Villestigos Villez Villis Villiz Villo Villosp Vines Viredo Viristegue Virrez Vitoreliz Xienos Xiquenreno Xiquero Ycorte Ygomin Ygues Ynozo Yordo Ypiencios Ysolos Ysquermon Ysquez Ysqui Yturituste Yuevelles Zericor Zeros Zuedo

#444 names #444names

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leanstooneside · 1 month

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JUST DESSERTS (CADENCE-GAMUT)

- really wants is

- ageless eyest

- then come

- rather sought

- really surprised

- still kept

- more radiant

- always wanted

- even imagine

- completely satisfied

- completely curing

- always dreamt

- aside seemed

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sotogalmo · 3 months

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8:11

Pstioping putting your eyest on my

Stop putting ur balls. On

My eye s

Sir

#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary #just random #letting the brain talk

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pencilbrony · 1 year

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Updating the sisters

#not pony #concept #fantasy #design #scifi #anime #eyester #eyesopod #eyes

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sylvia-lydia-morelos-baby-2023 · 3 months

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i'm independent. The perps coming at me is WIKILEAKS and julian assange and the like, kkk white supremists, child rapists/traffickers/anti-catholics/anti democracy, govt subversives (oath keepers), illegals, SABER ES PODER, 90025 (i reported them for imported terrorism, "CEO" Raul Payan Lomeli (he added AZOUBEL to his name years later, found him online; see his pics on instagram etc; incites constantly, i.e. MTA, press, etc.Not a reputable perp is an understatement;wetback facilitator the rest are home grown terrorists, after RONALD REAGAN (my tio abuelo). I love our son too, the GORGEOUS little boy, Princess Diana's little grandson, he's beautiful GORGEOUS, "i have autism, i LOVE me!" he understands how GORGEOUS he is, all on his own.:) I love and thank all of my children (9) they did something for MAMA, me, that is BEYON WORDS. moot point! Thank you, my babies, i don't have the right words (GRATITUDE), your life savors, soul, my heart & soul. You also saved DADDY and BOBBY & ROBERT and our great comrades in arms? (197), from perps in AFGHANISTAN, i understand UM POQUIHNO got the perps to replace REAL bullets, with MEDICATION bullets. MY HERO! and then BOBBY or is it ROBERT saved them too and got up and got them off base (CONFIDENTIAL!!!!). RICHARD CLAYTON THOMPSON, dob 09 17 75, ss 435 65 1226 and apparently GARCIA, SYLVIA LETICIA, dob 10 29 56, ALSO was there, attempted to assassinated them all when they got there, base? under BIDEN, THOMPSON gave the order to SHOOT all 200 of them. My little boy, saved them, despite what the rest of the perps did to him at THE CENTER, the center STAFF, 6636 Selma AVe., 90028, "cutting off" his foot, *wink. (SOMETHING TO THAT EFFECT? shhh. mental health, priority.be gentle. They have suffered, understatement, HARROWING, understatement, our little GIRLS included. ADORABLE: NO ONE has ever called me ADORABLE before ( i saw the female perp, his attempted murdered with Billy Joe Armstrong (GREENDAY) and the WSJ, san francisco, throw him off the stairs somewhere, and they BRAGGED about it on a poster at CVS, 10889 Wellworth Ave., 90024. Oh, he's adorable i though. "She doesn't know" they said, the staff there; "i don't know what?" i thought. I thought he was adorable when i saw him in a striped shirt, and then i realized who the female perp was: she works at 7135 Sunset, 90046, WENDY'S, is also LAUSD perp (UNITED PACIFIC< see her features, eyes, like JONATHAN AGUILAR, 7900 Beverly Blvd. off of FAIRFAX, they are stems, the other perp is ISIL security, GSG, security with the same eyest works at the FRANCES HOWARD GOLDWYN library at 1623 IVAR Ave., 90028 near Hollywood Blvd. They all brag about their child crimes and that they'll do it again. Because the babies are American. They all were tortured, and raped, and ganged up on, very little, very horrible, lots of perps on them, very COWARDLY bad guys, tall and awful. AND...they were worried about Me, MAMA. Oh no, so many hurting MAMA! No...you cannot have my MAMA! argh! argh! and then...um poquihno...i love my mama, i love my country, i love my babies and brothers and sisters (9)...you can't break me! And he went ahead and saved 200 AMERICAN SOLDIERS. Wonderful. he adores them: he adores daddy, he adores bobby & robert and me. they have been suffering PTSD. "They were hit by hostile fire almost everything": 19. Verbatim. Combat soldiers they inadvertently were: see acronyms, Cherokee & Selma, across the street from the infamous THE CENTER. the center i reported as terrorists; the school SELMA ELEMENTARY school is the target: the children, our pregnancies included. to demoralize and kill us and break us apart. "WE HAVE RIGHTS!" my little girl, NO ME GU[S]TA!" beautiful little girl, WE LOVE MAMA you don't hurt MY MAMA!

911. REMOTE IT GETTING IN THE WAY OF MY POSTS. 911.

/S./

#youtube #sylvia lydia morelos #political activist #american dream team a+: usa & allies #ops: usa & allies #democracy 4ever #m.o.m. 2023 #2024

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The interest is absolutely here

Alrighty!!! And sorry for the day delay, some things came up but now I am here :D.

Putting it under the cut for length

So, I would think that Kagami and Danzo's relationship would always be a rather secret one. Kagami being an Uchiha, would definitely make it a little harder to just up and lead a relationship. I would think that their friends might expect something, bu they also don't know for certain, they just often like to tease them about being so close and seemingly understanding each other without a word.

But despite all that, Kagami and Danzo have a rather healthy and strong relationsip-.. in the beginning at least.

Of course with the closeness they have, it will instantly create suspicion when Danzo more and more withdraws, working on his secret plans, avoiding to say anythign about it when in the past, Kagami always had been the first one to know almost instantly. But Kagami can't know, because he is involved in those plans... not as someone that will carry out a task, but as someone to be a steppingstone in this.

Danzo being closed off of course leads to arguments, it starts with Kagami pestering him more and more, he is worried, he wants to know what is going on with Danzo, wants to know why he acts the way he does, but he just dismisses him until Kagami decides to take action. He needs to know and so he croses a boundary he never wanted to cross, snooping through his lovers papers and researches so he can hopefully find out what is wrong. This of course leads him to finding out what dark plans Danzo has and also, in what way he involves Kagami and also other Uchiha into it: Eyestealing.

The confrontation of course is nasty, Kagami is hurt and does not want to believe that those would be his true intentions and Danzo is straight out furious. The confrontation escalates into a fight, lots of words falling from each side until in a moment of vulnerability, Danzo just knocks Kagami out, deciding then and there that the first step for Kagami has already come. Danzo is not ready to just kill him, of course he still loves him but Kagami has powerful eyes that he needs for Konoha's protection and who knows? Maybe Kagami might turn around and attack the village one day, like Madara had. This is the day Kagami disappears, without anyone knowing how or what had happened to the Uchiha. And no one wold ever know until Danzo's death (where I think that they had searched through all of Danzo's things to know what things he had been involved in).

Okay so, for Kagami to actually experience the massacre, he would survive whatever killed him at the age of 25. So this will be rather canon compliant but we love us some AU's. Danzo was too selfiish to just let Kagami be slaughtered in the night of the massacre, so in the days leading up to this plan coming into frutition, he has his lover stay over at his place a lot more, but of course he also fiures out, that if Kagami finds out, that his entire clan, friends, family, people he is close to, are about to be wiped out, Kagami wouldn't jsut idly remain in Danzos apartment and wait it all out. In the night of the massacre, Danzo makes sure that he drugs him up, sealign him away in a safe compartment and Kagami doesn't even know what hit him until he wakes up again in a holding cell deep within the ROOT HQ.

His mind is foggy and he can barely understand the words spoken, nor is he even able to make out who is talking until he can see Danzo, surrounded by two of the ROOT Anbu working on his arm, which wouldn't be weird until-.... he can see the firece redness of the Sharingan looking back and forth... But not just one, multiple... and there were a lot more eyes he could spot on the table. Danzo is rather indifferent to Kagami's distress and rather tells him that he should be happy that Danzo decided to save him from this fate, solely because they were lovers, but of course, Kagami will learn to resent him, each day a little more.

Another route to this could of course be that Kagami just barely survives the massacre, or just survives out of sheer luck because he was out on a mission. Kagami understandably is shattered, no understanding what had happened and even less so: why? He knew Itachi, he had always been such a soft and kind child and suddenly he snapped and killed the whole clan... on his own? It doesn't make sense but that's all that Konoha knew. Kagami falls into depression, unable to really do anything anymore he just mindlessly accepts missions, that even put him at risk but he doesn't really care anymore. The only one who really makes him feel something good in his life is Danzo, who has been with him through everything, trying to see if they coul maybe even take Sasuke in so he would at least grow up with someone from his clan.

Things had pretty much been set for that to happen, until, out of fumb luck, Kagami finds out about Danzos involvement about the massacre. His world shatters all over again, the person he was trusting so much was behind all of this? Manipulated one of his kin to go against his own family and friends?

Now here we can either have Kagami just straight up giving up, not caring anymore and it could lead to an absolutely tragic end or just have Kagami rather... just being there physically. The other thing would be Kagami furiously confronting Danzo, or even dragging his ass to Hiruzen, who would probably find a way to just look over the crimes in favor of his friend.

I hope those takes were okay :'D. I also have a lot of other KagaDan tragic/angsty takes, but those don't really involve Danzo's general plans involving the Uchiha.

#Danzo Shimura #Kagami Uchiha #tw: death #tw: massacre mention #tw: bodyhorror

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