Can we see what the video your banner is
oh it's just the episode thumbnail LOL i assume from hidive
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one thing that’s odd about this bidet europe map that i’ve seen going around is that it doesn’t recognize Kosovo’s independence, it’s included in Serbia, which i think is a bold stance for a bidet usage map to take.
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3x14 || 7x03
[ID: two gifs from various episodes of 911.
GIF 1: Buck opening the door to his apartment with his mail in one hand, phone pressed to his ear with the other. He's saying "Go for buck" as he answers the phone.
GIF 2: Tommy exchanging a look with Hen in the co-pilots seat before he takes a deep breath and says into his radio, "Go for Kinard."
/end ID]
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Thinking about having some sort of friends with benefits with Sanemi, except you’re not friends— not really. Sanemi doesn’t have friends. And he refuses to place a label onto whatever this is.
He never cuddles after, and it hurts when he leaves you naked and yearning on your simple futon. Disappearing back into the night without so much as a kiss goodbye, or a promise to return. Because why would Sanemi be so foolish to make a promise he knows he can’t keep.
But what you don’t realise is the real reason why he refuses to cuddle you. The reason he constantly keeps you at arms length, and just as you think you’re getting closer he pushes you even further away.
Sanemi wouldn’t call himself a smart man, but he’s smart enough to know that if he stayed to cuddle you after sex he wouldn’t be able to leave. The years of trained restraint ingrained into his body would wither and decay the moment you lay your head on his chest, closing his eyes and pretending that you could actually work. Your relationship reserved to be a hopeful dream, or a sordid fantasy that he can fist his cock to when he’s villages away and missing you.
But it’s not a relationship your family can stand to take, if you were brave enough to tell them. Your heart now promised to another as you’re prepared for an arranged marriage.
You should be thankful your father tells you, that he could’ve chosen someone far worse. An older, richer man used to taking whatever he wants— especially when a virgin fetches a pretty penny. If only he knew—
You expect Sanemi to fight with you. To offer himself up as a suitor to your family instead— it’s an honour to be betrothed to an hashira afterall. But he doesn’t.
It’s better this way, he tells you while he silently tries convince himself. To ignore the ache in his chest at the thought of you with another. Sharing their bed, your warm cunt and your love—
Love.
It’s morbid really, seeing your lover at your wedding. Watching from the back of the crowd as another man takes you as his own. But he doesn’t utter a word, tired eyes drinking in your beauty as he indulges himself just enough to picture a world where he’s standing with you.
You deserve better, he tells himself. He can’t watch another person he loves die, and you deserve to live more than anyone.
But what Sanemi doesn’t realise is that while he thinks he’s protecting you and keeping you alive, he’s slowly killing you from the inside.
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-the bookshop-
crowley: *waiting*
gabriel, watching, arms folded: you look smart
crowley, shrugs: I guess...
gabriel, stern: important, is it? this meal at the ritz
crowley: ...
crowley, confused: what?
gabriel: what are your intentions with my good friend aziraphale?
crowley, splutters: ‘good friend?’ it wasn’t too long ago you tried to have him killed!
gabriel, wags his finger: don’t take that tone with me, young man
crowley: wHAt tHE-
aziraphale, embarassed: you don’t have to do this, gabriel *shoving crowley out the door* come on, dear, we’re going to be late
gabriel, calling after him: I want you home before midnight, mister
-later, outside the bookshop-
aziraphale, smiling: thank you for a lovely evening
crowley, trying not to smile: yeah, I enjoyed it...
aziraphale: good
crowley: ...
crowley: *leans closer*
gabriel, at the door: *clears his throat*
crowley: *screams*
gabriel, checks an invisible watch: what time do you call this, mister?
aziraphale, sighs: do we have to go through this every time-
gabriel, looks at crowley: and you! I hope you’re not expecting to get anything else
crowley, grins coldly: nope, I already did
aziraphale: *elbows him*
crowley, through gritted teeth: no
aziraphale, kisses crowley’s cheek: goodnight *goes inside*
crowley: *smitten*
gabriel: *glares at him*
crowley, snaps out of it: right uhm...I’ll just... *leaves*
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