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distantsonata · 7 months

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avassiilva · 3 months

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Father Vincent being the other driver theory

#ava silva #father vincent #jc #jillian salvius #warrior nun #avasilvaedit #warriornunedit #*mine

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taikoturtle · 1 year

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Ava’s Journey - Then & Now

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #JC

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80sdork · 5 months

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Johnny x Soc!Reader

Social Class

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started this literally on 10/28

I'm so sorry for this taking like.. forever. I've been super busy warning: talks of abuse, fighting, smoking(should this be a warning?),

----- It had been weeks since that day now. You were sitting at your desk finishing up homework for your English class, when you started hearing yelling. It sounded far away so you didn't care about it at first, but when it kept going on and disturbing your concentration, that was when you got up and put your shoes on, walking to the noise. You kept walking until it got louder and you got into a questionable looking area of houses. Gulping, you walked to the house that was the loudest. The shadow of something being thrown and someone being hit sent you many steps back. You saw the door open and the same boy from the night you had gone to the drive-in walked out. He walked down the broken concrete steps of the house onto dying grass, he kicked a few things from his path, he was keeping his head down the whole time and he had his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket and this time he was wearing a black shirt and the.. same.. jeans..? "Did he not have other clothes?" your thoughts came to a pause when he looked up at you, pausing and jumping a bit. "What are you doing here?"

He sounded so scared, it was sad. You tried speaking but it came out as a bunch of stutters. You paused before trying again but it was no better than the last attempts. "Well- I- There was-" He raised one of his eyebrows, pulling one of his hands from his jean jacket pocket and putting it on his back pocket. He looked like he was going to pull something out. "There was what?" He tried sounding cold and intimidating, but he ended up sounding more scared than he sounded in the beginning. "There was a lot of screaming earlier and I just walked from my place to see what was going on."

You told him earnestly, pointing behind you to where you thought your house was, maybe a few more turns but by the look on his face you could tell he knew you lived far. His eyes were widened a bit. He started walking past you at a faster pace, as if to dodge any questions you could have asked. The only one in your head was "What's wrong with him?" You acted without thinking, grabbing his arm and spinning him around.. maybe a bit too much. He ended up right in your face, you could feel his breath on your face. He backed up and took his arm away from you, defensively. "What do you want?" "Listen I-"

You paused and looked away

"I'm sorry for grabbing you like that and I'm especially sorry for walking off like that at the drive-in, I really didn't mean to be rude. You're just so cute and-" You looked back to see he was smiling a bit, he tried calming himself but his smile only grew, it seemed like your little comment had made the bad thoughts in his head subside for the moment. "You think I'm cute?" He looked at you with what seemed like puppy eyes. You nodded. The more your eyes stared at his face, the more you saw. You saw his scars, the one leading down from his forehead down to his cheekbone caught your attention. You shivered. And what also caught your attention was what seemed to be a newly formed bruise above his eye. "What's the uh, bruise from, hm?" "I fell."

You saw straight through his lie.

"You'd be scratched up more." You said, your tone came out way more uncaring than you wanted it to. He looked down, then back up to you. The look in his eyes getting more defensive, his smile dropped and it seemed you had ruined the moment. "It's none of your business." Your eyes softened, you turned your head like a confused puppy. He seemed a little off-put by the look, he looked away again, this time turning his whole head. "Stop that,"

You didn't stop. You kept giving him that look, wanting to know what was going on. It was as if he read your mind. "Fine!" He caved in and motioned you to follow him. So, without a second thought, you followed him. He led you to what he called "The Lot." He sat down and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering you one. You declined, not wanting to test your luck coming home later. You leaned back on the seat, waiting for him to talk. He took a minute before talking and he slowly let it slip that his bruise was from his father beating on him, not only that, but that his father had done it before. His mother too, but not as much. You shot up from laying down. "What the FUCK?!" He jumped back a little bit from your sudden outburst and you could see him start to tremble. "Does anyone else know about this, what about your friends from that night? The cops? Another family member?" You rambled on listing people before he cut you off, his voice was timid. "Just my friends.." "And they don't do anything about it?!" "What're they 'spose to do?" "I don't know, CALL THE COPS!!"

"No!"

Johnny looked down at his lap and then up at you, he brought his fingers to his mouth, chewing on his nails, like some kind of regressive behavior. He really didn't want the cops involved. This was sad. Your brain tried to think of things to say, to do, to.. figure something out. You knew people had it bad but not this bad. You bit your lower lip and looked down. Thought after thought, you finally came up with something. "You're staying with me tonight." You told him, he just stared at you. You didn't know if he wasn't answering immediately because he didn't want to or if it was because you two had just met (it's both y/n..) you sat back again and softened your gaze to show him you weren't meaning to threaten him or make him scared. "I know we just met and all, but I don't want you staying in a place where you'll get hurt. Just, not tonight when I'm able to do something about it. Okay? We'll get you a nice dinner, new clothes, and you'll sleep in a bed tonight, not this place."

His eyes lit up at the mention of a bed and new clothes. He slowly nodded and let you take his hand to help him up. He put his cigarette out and walked behind you as you led him back to your house.

#johnny cade #johnny #the outsiders #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade x y/n #book series #JC #x reader

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bigswisscheese · 5 months

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Behind the scenes of Jodie Comer for Noble Panacea The Face Oil Revolution.

Bonus:

#Jodie Comer #Noble Panacea #Jcomer #JC #JodieComerEdit

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spacelizardswhopassedthreshold · 1 year

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People just cannot stop reminding Janeway that she has personal feelings for Chakotay, can they??

#poor janeway #she should be allowed to go a bit feral once in a while #as a treat you know #she's had a hard life #prodigy #star trek prodigy #prodigy spoilers #star trek prodigy spoilers #kathryn janeway #chakotay #jc #janeway x chakotay

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piosplayhouse · 1 year

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Me and kaya writing a research paper about why transmasc wei wuxian giving the penis he was growing on his arm for phalloplasty to jiang cheng who got his dick chopped off by wen zhuliu is a completely accurate equivalent to the core exchange

#?#mdzs #wwx #jc

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where-is-my-mind-tho · 8 months

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Credit to the owner

#chakotay #tuvok #star trek #kathryn janeway #jc

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qinghe-s · 2 years

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THIRTY DAYS OF HANGUANG-JUNE | 8/30 (last year’s post by @lanyuan)

[id: two gifs of lan wangji from episode twelve of cql/ the untamed. the first is a full body shot, showing him standing between nie huaisang and jiang cheng at the indoctrination camp in qishan. luo qingyang and two other cultivators can be seen behind them. everyone is looking ahead except nie huaisang, on the left edge and closest to the viewer, who is pressing his lips together and trying not to laugh. the second gif is a closeup of lan wangji’s face. his head is tilted forward and his eyes are directed downwards, but he slowly raises his gaze to look ahead. end id]

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creationfathers · 2 months

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#i love his smile #love his eyes #jcchasez #jc #jc chasez #Joshua Scott Chasez

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sigery · 23 days

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I’m just picturing something for the joint custody au…

Ruin attempting to kidnap blood moon, only to fail miserably.

I have a draft for a concept similar to this. It was only this gif:

#KC & Sun's joint custody saga #jc

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odditycircus-2002 · 4 months

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Jeepers Creepers: Unexpected Turn of Events 9

(An older drawing of mine with Corbin)

EPILOGUE

The early morning light mostly lights the entrance halls, another day for the Poho County Police Station. Except, if you were to look further back the bloodstains and broken glass act as clear evidence of last night's activities, which most officers want to just forget and go back to dealing with regular carjackers. Darry and Trish didn't share the same desire, even as shaken and mentally scarred as they are, they refuse to forget the sacrifice their dear friend made for them both.

Darry attempts to comfort his sister by rubbing her back, although he could think of nothing to say that could alleviate them both; having neither the words for comfort or a quip. Trish crouches over on the bench she's currently seated at, gripping tightly at the green bandana in her hands. Her grip over it being so strong that the police didn't dare to take the piece of paraphernalia away as evidence. Neither sibling look up or acknowledge when Jezelle comes through the front door towards them.

"Your folks just pulled up outside." r

Unsurprisingly, silence is what she's greeted with and it's the silence mixed with tension that falls between them for a while. An uncomfortable mixture that made Darry break it first.

"Looks like this answers my question."

Jezelle nods in agreement, licking her chapped lips before speaking.

"I guess so."

As if awakening from a long slumber, Trish blinks her eyes to rid herself of some of the grogginess that built up behind them. Still, like her brother, she doesn't look Jezelle directly in the eyes.

"You saw it was Darry, didn't you? He was the one screaming in the dark while listening to that song."

She's not sure if she could stand the pity and sadness she knows the psychic holds for them with her soft brown eyes.

"You also saw a second path, didn't you? But you didn't say anything because it seemed too crazy to be true."

Jezelle looks down in shame and remorse with the morning light helping to elongate the shadow covering her facial features. Both Jenner siblings didn't need to shift their gazes to know about the tears forming in the older woman's eyes.

"That girl rewrites all the rules, but I didn't know if she can rewrite fate definitely. Though I'm just a crazy old woman, ask anybody around here, they'll tell you,"

Jezelle gives a long weary sigh, silently watching the two siblings get up from the bench.

"just a crazy woman, with crazy dreams."

She trails off in a dejected tone which Trish is barely able to catch, by the time she and Darry walk out the front door. Darry takes the moment to close his eyes and just feel the slight breeze on his face, breathing in the cool morning air deeply.

"Aaa! Aaa! Aaa!"

Darry opens his eyes at the croaking of a passing raven, its dark figure standing out against the clear sky. Trish looks up to her left as it flies by her field of vision; she feels another stab of guilt in her heart at the strong reminder of the friend she failed to save.

' I'm so so so sorry for being so weak...'

Trish twists the bandana in her hand while tightly clenching her jaws. At that moment, Trish Jenner swore to never be anyone's prey ever again, to exact vengeance for those who were that thing's prey. She'll drag it to hell with her if she has to.

The raven that flew past the Jenner siblings, keeps his one eye on the condemned meat factory in the distance. He flies past the surrounding crows and ravens gathered around the building. Instinctively, he follows the familiar presence through the many holes in the building, past the dripping rusty pipes, then glides down the stairs where he could fully hear an old upbeat jazz tune playing.

"All those weepers.

How they hypnotize

Ramada, Ramada, Rama da da"

The one-eyed raven didn't need to look too hard for his favorite person, finding her curled up in the dryest spot she could find. Corbin sat huddled in the nook in the wall, with her back to the wall with one arm around her legs and the other holding a photo.

'I can already tell that I'm gonna be sick of this song.'

She frowns in the direction of where she knows her "mate" is working on Darry's replacement. A small croak catches Corbin's attention, lessening her frown slightly into an almost smile at the small comfort the Corvus brought.

"Sar si sogodi, Beowulf?"

Beowulf gives another croak and nods his head, confirming to the inhuman woman that all is well for her friends. Some tension visibly leaves Corbin, who then unwraps her arm from her legs to rub a thumb over the necklace she wore. She then looks down at the photo she held in her other hand, the dim candlelight illuminating showing her and Darry celebrating Trish's high school graduation. Those were good times, simpler times, times she knows she can't go back to unless she wishes to bring Darry to an early grave.

"In their eyes"

Corbin furiously rubs her eyes as tears unwillingly starts spilling, the instrumental phase of the song playing in the background. She gives a sniffle before doing her best to keep her expression neutral when spotting the Creeper approaching her. She keeps her chin up as she lets her eyes convey the loathing she holds for him. The only other physical indicator of her scorn being the twitching of her tail. The Creeper doesn't show any reaction to his new mate's displeasure, instead, gesturing to his worktable with a tilt of his head.

"Golly gee, where'd you get those heaters on?

Whoa is me, time to put my cheaters on."

He then offers a hand to Corbin, who rejects it with a huff and a flick of her tail; however, she still complies and removes herself from the nook. She walks in front of the Creeper who follows close by to their destination, which Corbin huffs at and gets up by herself following him to the table. The inhuman woman mentally wills herself to not turn around and claw out his stolen orbs, but Corbin knew that would be unwise in her current weakened state.

"Jeepers, creepers.... Where'd ya get them peepers? Oh, those weepers.... How they hypnotize Where did ya get those"

When they both come in front of the table, the Creeper then reaches into a small crudely handmade bowl containing two eyes, handing one of them to Corbin before taking the other. He then leans forward to rub his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling Corbin's scent with a drawn-out satisfied sigh. He lifts his head slightly, his hot putrid breath brushing against her ear with each drawn out, deep and gravely with a hint of a southern accent.

"You... uphold... vows?"

I willingly accept you as my mate. Spare the other humans here, especially Darius and Patricia. As long as you promise to uphold it, I vow to support, provide, and treat you as you would do for me. Do you accept?

Corbin finds herself clawing her free hand before digging it into her palms. She takes a breath before exhaling.

"You promise then?"

The Creeper retreats his head from his mate's shoulder to give her a firm nod. Both cryptids maintaining intense eye contact, neither breaking it to submit.

"Yessss..."

Corbin rolls the eye she has between her fingers.

"Then I accept."

Corbin then swallows the eye at the same time as The Creeper. She blinks and found that she can now see out of her formerly damaged left eye. The Creeper watches in fascination as Corbin's green left eyes to morph into her natural amber coloration. He gives out a satisfied purr before licking the dried blood around her left eye. Corbin forces herself to return the sound with her own, straining to keep it up as the realization of being stuck with this monstrous brute for both of their long lives.

"Golly where'd ya get those

Where did ya get those eyes?"

A/N: Let me know if y'all would like to read the next installment here on Tumblr. And if you want to read more before I can publish it, the next one is right here on Wattpad. Where you can find me under the username, JazzyHands02.

#Oddball writes #Oddball art #jeepers creepers #JC #The Creeper #Creeper #oc x canon #Darry Jenner #Trish Jenner #Corbin Delahaye #horror movie #2000s horror #horror films #wattpad #wattpad author

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faerietothe-otherside · 6 months

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Who: @icexpackxjc Where: Thin Ice Icerink

Since coming to Lunar Cove half a decade ago, Rangi had found herself comforted by a hobby she never thought she'd find joy in. While she'd grown up on an island that boasted tropical weather and a warmth unlike any other, there was something calming to her about being bundled up in sweaters and twirling about in the cool air of the ice rink. Cold weather wasn't something Rangi was made for, but this wasn't cold weather-- it was just a chilled air and that was all the difference Rangi needed to enjoy the inside of the ice rink versus the rainy, wet, cold atmosphere outside.

And on a Tuesday afternoon, not too late, not too early, the rink was pretty much empty, thanks to routine work schedules and school hours. She was only there for her break, wanting to get out of the dim light of her morgue, despite having hidden herself there for too long after the Renaissance Faire fiasco. At least this was still relatively secluded and isolated, which meant she was less likely to encounter anyone who might be meeting their end anytime soon-- or, really, to encounter anyone at all. Which allowed her to become lost enough in her own thoughts as she spun and skated around the ice, she barely noticed someone watching her.

Until she slowed down a bit, finally taking in her surroundings, drifting towards the side of the rink. Not expecting to find anyone, when her eyes did land on the figure, she jumped, a small yelp escaping from her lips. "Jesus--!" she inhaled, shaking her head and nearly falling over. "Sorry! Sorry. I didn't-- see you-- expect anyone to be here. Sorry."

#gif chat #gif chat: jc #jc #//this got long pls don't feel the need to match alksjdf

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piosplayhouse · 1 year

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I held true to my word and bought @kyannnite GAY Jiang Cheng.

I searched through the in-game shopping board with the worst UI ever to try and find the best blue-black roan swan-necked lusitano I could only to discover. There just weren't any. So instead I headed to the auction house and entered an intense bidding war (someone bid $1 over me so I just doubled my fucking bid) to get the perfect horse. He's a mustang/dales pony mix. The real seller? His special talent is finding spices in the wild. Not even kidding they give the horses special talents in this game

Then it was time to complete the transformation. I spent a genuinely embarrassing amount of time and brain power in game to craft and dye him a completely custom tack set and paid for customization to make his hair scream GAY Jiang Cheng.

He is sterile (castrated).

#homophobic scum horse chronicles #jiang cheng #jc #long post #long posts #canon jiang cheng

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tothemaxi · 9 months

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*aggressively shakes head*

#no no no nooooo #she finally kissed someone #but it wasn't #chakotay #jc #j/c #janeway x chakotay #kashyk

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