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Sometimes I imagine Dream's creations doing weird shit just to mess with dreamers for fun-
So here u go, the Corinthian playing saxophone
#the sandman#dream of the endless#dream#the corinthian#art#fanart#my art#comic#sketch#i dont even fucking know#AHHAHA
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#hayden anhedönia#preachers daughter#ethelcain#southern gothic#inbred#ep: golden age#ethel cain ptolemaea#ethel cain lyrics#ethel cain#i dont even fucking know#i dont even go here#gloomy coquette#i dont know how to tag this#tumblr girl#im just a girl#girl blogger
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James 'not-at-all-subtle' Potter & Regulus 'smart-and-observant' Black (Potter)
#james potter#regulus black#marauders#dead gay wizards#james x regulus#jegulus#this came out of nowhere#i dont even fucking know#theyre in love your honor#i love them#this is the best way to explain them
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I have never seen anyone with more audacity, ungratefulness and hypocrisy than brown dads who call their daughters "kaamchor"
#desiblr#desi tumblr#desi teen#like wdym im lazy when im the one cleaning the house while you are eating the snacks i brought you in a plate i washed on a bed i made#i dont even fucking know#desi shit posting#just desi things#desi people
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"I must go through a complete withdrawal. Remove her from my system. It was the same with opium."
-Thomas, season 4 ep 2: Speak as ye choose
'It was the same with opium'
Opium is a highly addictive non-synthetic narcotic that is extracted from the poppy plant, Papaver somniferum. The opium poppy is the key source for many narcotics, including morphine, codeine, and heroin.
Was Thomas a drug addict? Maybe so, but there's more:
Early in the 18th century* the Portuguese found that they could import opium from India and sell it in China at a considerable profit. By 1773 the British had discovered the trade, and that year they became the leading suppliers of the Chinese market.
And:
Thomas Thorne, born: 1796
Died: 10 October 1824 (aged 28)
Well?? Was our favourite recency poet an opium addict??
#opium#thomasthorne#oh my god#thomas thorne#bbc ghosts#ghosts bbc#six idiots#matbaynton#bbc ghosts thomas#mat baynton ghosts#i dont even fucking know#help#was he??#THOMAS THE DRUG ADDICT??#am i too excited about this#please#tell me
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Pixel art of Adam, its kinda bad, but it looked good enough to post
#adam hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin adam#fanart#i dont even fucking know#sorry theres no writing as of recent#pixel art#im bored
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Can u fight ?!
YES BC !!
#i dont even fucking know#girlhood#txt post#desiblr#dark academia#shitpost#random#funny stuff#desi teen#hell is a teenage girl
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I was watching west side story and somehow my brain went:
You can have your men toxic, I want mine detoxified.
#shower thoughts#what's wrong with my brain#this was such a random thought too#i paused west side story for this#west side story#wait does this count as a shower thought then?#but i wasnt in the shower#THIS IS MUSICAL THOUGHTS#i dont even fucking know#dont listen to me#can we order men yet? if so then i do want mine to be detoxified#i mean if you like em toxic and red then you get that#but imma pass - im feeling more a green detoxic vibe rn#this might change later who knows
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saw the absolutely most unhinged tumblr ad and if i had to see it so do you
#i had to fucking google it b/c tumblr wouldn’t replay it#and LET ME TELL YOU#this whole ad campaign is SOMETHING ELSE#some egg laying kink furry is absolutely in charge of it#tumblr ads#tumblr#not even sure what to fucking tag this#dragons#dragon farm adventure#if y’all wanna google it and see stuff you don’t want to see#purs post#tw birth#tw egg laying#i dont even fucking know
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I wrote a thing these last two days because it was literally bursting my brain not to.
I don't think it's meant to be enjoyed. I think it's meant to be avoided. But like, roll a dice and if the tags don't scare you off, good luck
#rizzoli and isles#rizzles#rizzoli & isles#maura isles#jane rizzoli#rizzles fanfic#i am so tired#i dislocated my elbow for this#just kidding i dislocated my elbow for fun#i dont even fucking know#i dont know what this is#i am scared#i am sorry
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Idk how to caption this I just think it's funny
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#hayden anhedönia#preachers daughter#ethelcain#southern gothic#ep: golden age#golden age#inbred#girls in camo#ketamane#tw drugs#preacher’s daughter#baptist church#gloomy coquette#girl blogger#i dont even fucking know
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Y'all I don't even know what this is but just...
I should be writing for the requests people have sent, and yet here I am getting carried away by this one idea in my head.
I couldn't think of names for the character soon enough, so I just decided to call them A, B, C and D, lmfao.
Tell me what y'all think about this.
Contents: After sex early morning ventures of A and his boyfriend B before bad news arrives.
Warnings: Mention of sex, top A, I think they're gangsters but I'm not really sure
A opened his eyes sleepily. When he turned around to look at the mass on his chest, he couldn't help but smile.
B was lying there, his hands on A's shoulders, his face half hidden against his chest. B’s hair was a mess, and his pale body was marked all over, his thighs, his neck, even the part of his chest that was still visible.
A lay there, taking in the sight before him, admiring his boyfriend. He wanted to carve this image into his head forever.
All too soon, B stirred. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles like a child before looking up at A. When his eyes landed on him, B smiled.
"Hey," B said, his voice slightly hoarse from the abuse it had suffered the previous night.
"Hey," A replied.
He dropped his head back onto A’s chest. "My back hurts," He whispered.
A frowned. "Was I too rough? Should I be gentler next time?"
B's ears turned pink, and he shook his head, mumbling incoherently against the other’s skin.
"What?" A said.
"I… l-liked it." B said.
A smirked, and gently lifted his chin up, making him look at A. "You like it rough?"
B reddened, biting his lip, then nodded.
A kissed him softly on the forehead. "It was your first time doing something like this, right?"
B nodded again. "You could tell?"
A lay back, his arms sliding around B. "Yeah," He said, staring at the ceiling. "You were really tight."
From the corner of his eye, he saw B blush starker and hide his face in A’s chest again. "You've no shame."
A laughed, his hand stroking the back of B’s head.
There was a comfortable silence.
Then, "Let's take a shower together."
B looked up. "With what you've made of my legs, I don't think I'll be able to stand in the bathroom by myself either way."
A raised an eyebrow. "I thought you weren't gonna complain 'cause you liked it?"
"I did, but I never said I wouldn't complain." B said, making A smile kiss him on the forehead again.
It was a while before they got out of bed, and A carried B to the bathroom so that they could shower together. Surprisingly, there was nothing sexual about that. Albeit, there was a different type of intimacy blossoming between them as A slowly and gently rubbed B's back with soap, before sliding his arms around him, and planting a gentle kiss on the side of his neck.
They were lazy and clingy, as a result of which they decided to go back to bed after breakfast, which in itself was eaten with B sitting on A's lap.
They were sitting on A's bed, with B between his legs, when the call came.
A had finally stopped tickling B, and reached out to pick up the phone, as B fell breathlessly against him.
"Hello?" He said into the call.
"A!" A frightened voice answered, uneven and breathless. "It's me, D! There was an attack on the warehouse in Michigan, so C headed over to check. It was a fucking trap!"
A sat up, making B frown as he was forced to sit up, too. "Who was it?"
"The Eagle and his men." Came D's hurried voice. "I'm on my way to the airport, our jet's leaving in an hour."
A was already out of bed, striding over to his closet. "I'll meet you there in half an hour."
A hung up, throwing the phone to the bed, as B followed him into the closet, watching as he pulled out a bag from beneath all the clothes.
"Baby, I have to head out." A told B, stuffing in a set of formal clothes, and another casual one, then turning to the weapons shelf.
"You look worried; what happened?" B asked.
His question had made A aware that his heart was beating loudly against his ribs, and that his brow was furrowed with tension.
"Someone's holding C hostage." He told him, stuffing the bag full.
B gasped, his hands rising to cover his mouth. "He'll be okay, right?"
For the first time since D's call, A stilled, turning to look at B. "He's strong. They won't be able to get rid of him that easily"
B nodded, and A knew he was trying to be strong for him, too.
Once the bag was filled with necessities, A swung it over his shoulder and, grabbing a jacket from a hanger, walked out of the closet, with B at his heels.
"I'll be back as soon as I can," A told B, dashing out of the room, down the staircase and into the main hall.
"A, wait!" B called and, now at the front door, A turned.
He came hurrying down the staircase, almost tripping over the last stair, with A’s phone in his hand. "You left this on the bed."
A took it from him, and grabbed his waist to pull him closer for a kiss. B tasted of the sandwiches they'd had for breakfast, and when they pulled away, he placed his hands on A's shoulders.
"Be careful, okay?" He said, looking from one of his eyes to the other, worried.
A pressed his forehead against B’s. "I'll try, baby" He whispered, his heart aching with worry for C and so, so much love for B.
And then the moment was broken, A had pulled away from B and pushed open the front door, running down the porch steps to her car.
They did not know it then, but this would be the last time they met for the next six months.
#dont really know what to tag#uhh#fiction#oneshot#i dont know who these people are#sub character#someone help me#i need help#this just materialised from nowhere in my head#god what should i do#oc#original characters#gay#gay men#kidnapping#deception#i dont even fucking know
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Modern!BBC Ghosts! AU
Robin-Guitarist. Bisexual. You have to earn his trust, and he is often overly cautious about new people. Friendly, but at the same time kinda shy. Like cacti, and chicken salad. Hates thunderstorms, they cause panic attacks.
Captain- He's a History professor at a college actually. Very passionate about his subject and can go on for hours. Gay, childhood PTSD, loves dogs and talking about War, hates loud noises like fireworks, balloons popping, etc.
Fanny- A manners etiquette teacher for children. Not married, and doesn't plan to be. Was engaged at some point, but caught her fiance cheating the night before the wedding, drunk at a party. She likes good manners and scones (with raspberry jam & tea, of course. She's not an animal.) Hates, bad manners, and spicy foods.
Humphrey- He's a lawyer. Engaged, with his husband-to-be, and has two pet cats, Lady and Knight. He doesn't drink coffee but is very much a tea person, thank you. He likes animals and painting, but it is more of a hobby, and hates untidiness, car alarms, and Mondays.
Part 2??
#bbc ghosts#ghosts bbc#robin the caveman#six idiots#horrible histories#bbc ghosts captain#julian fawcett#idk#kitty bbc ghosts#i dont even fucking know#please don't skip#vote thank you#enjoy#hope you enjoy
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