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animeglitch · 3 days

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orionsangel86 · 1 day

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YOOOO MASON IS ON BOARD!

@nualaofthefaerie tweeted this after we were geeking out yesterday about how much Lukas Gage reminded us of Desire and I joked that he was Desire's child.

Listen I am full on headcanoning this into reality. That Cat King was faaaar too much like Desire for me to ignore it. Huuuuge Desire vibes!

Clearly Desire themself agrees with us!

So what are we thinking? Talk to meeee about this! Who is the other parent? Lukas Gage is a child of the Endless with 9 lives and whole host of magical powers and probably a lot of parental issues twisting him up. Is Desire a good parent? Highly unlikely lol. But you gotta admit it makes for excellent fanfiction. :P

#desire of the endless #dead boy detectives #the sandman #lukas gage #mason alexander park #i am so excited #i hope this headcanon spreads like wildfire until we've tulpa'd it into reality #lmao

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cute-catts · 2 days

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#cats of tumblr #cat #cats #kitty #kitten #cute cats #funny cats #funny #cute #animals #funny animals #meow #kittens #kitties #pets #lmao #lol #cuteness #cute animals #kitty cat

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stranger-detective · 2 days

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In honour of the end of the first act:

#I'm ashamed to admit i have the POV tiktok origin story #Saw a crazycae video of 'my goodbye' and thought 'oh this sounds sick actually what is this musical #lmao #epic the musical #epic the troy saga #epic the cyclops saga #epic the ocean saga #epic the circe saga #epic the underworld saga #jorge rivera herrans #the odyssey

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shiftythrifting · 1 day

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found this supernatural box at value village in Toronto

#thrifting #shiftythrifting #submission #misha collins #tumblr culture #spn #hall of fame #lmao

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kingfuc · 1 day

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#souyo #persona 4 #my art #yu narukami #yosuke hanamura #souji seta #i bring u more stupid comics #wish i had ideas for a story so i could draw a longer souyo comic lol #i actually tried to put some effort into this #lmao #i just hate drawing backgrounds #YOSUKES POSE LOOKING BACKWARDS LITERALLY KILLED ME

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fly-the-pattern · 2 days

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#memes #meme #throwback #lol #funny #lol memes #funny memes #funny meme haha #funny stuff #henry cavill #the witcher #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt #were all a little gay #lmao

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peachesofteal · 6 hours

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Ghoap x female reader / 18+

Everything was fine.

Your phone was quiet, but that didn’t mean anything. You would wait. You’ve waited before.

Sometimes it took a while for them to ring. They had a life together, a home, things to take care of. They had lives to rebuild every time they touched down, got home, got out of their work clothes. Pieces to patch, blood to wash clean.

You weren’t their girlfriend. They aren’t beholden to you, there’s no sacred vow tethering the three of you, no promises or pledges. You don’t know Johnny’s middle name, or Simon’s, anything about their families, their private lives. You barely knew about their jobs, only holding the scraps tossed to questions lobbed back and forth across pillows. They leave little marks across your mind, little spots of scars, knowledge scratched into your skin, sunk into your body, but never too much.

You weren’t a part of their life, really.

You were a part of the dark hours. The soft ones. You were in the orange rays of sunlight cresting over the city, and the emerald abyss of pitch black night. You were the flickering yellow street light, the grey blue smoke of Simon’s cigarette. The in between. Here in the moment, gone with morning.

For months, you had spent their time home pressed between them, folded beneath them, balanced above them. They made you sing. Made you scream, made you cry.

But most of all, they made sure-

you understood the status quo.

“Say it.” Simon cradled your jaw, thumb and finger full of steel, like he was oblivious to Johnny beneath you, his cock sliding in and out of your body, his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, your back to his chest, eyes wide and mouth agape, Simon did not flinch.

“I- I’m not-“ a gasp, a groan, words bitten off when Johnny strokes faster, curved deep against the spot that makes you see stars. Sweat builds across your skin, slicking down your spine, and Johnny chases it, tongue sweeping salt clean. You swallow to try again. “I’m not- not yours.”

“Not ours.” Simon’s fingers wrapped around the engorged length of his cock, stroking leisurely, eyes half lidded. “You’re not ours, sweet girl. But we’ll take care of you, when you’re here.”

So, you fell into it. Fell into them. Got comfortable waiting for the phone to ring, going weeks or months at a time- holding your breath. You got into a rhythm, syncopated behind the swell of their voices, their bodies, their souls. Along for the ride. A passenger.

It was fine. You weren’t looking for anything serious anyway. Maybe someone to hang out with here and there, grab a drink, have some fun. All of these things, they gave you. All of these things were provided. Granted, you only went out with them to a dive around the corner, a dark, bottomless place with tar licked floors and worn away wooden bar. The kind with dusty stained glass pendants swinging over pool tables that have seen better days, wrought iron back patio furniture that squeaked when Simon would pull you onto his lap and hook the hem of your panties to the side to stare at your pussy, hungry and desperate glint in his gaze under the silver glow of moonlight. He’d flip up your dress and stroke you with the back of his knuckles, just the down the seam, cooing, telling you how lovely you look, asking how much you missed them.

They never took you out for meals, or dates, or anything like that. They kept you in bed, buried beneath them, wrung out, drained dry. They took and took and took until you had nothing left to give. They’d feed you, make you come, fill you up and put you to sleep. Rinse and repeat.

And it was all… fine.

Even tonight was fine. Johnny had emailed, said they were back in service range and they’d be around soon, if you weren’t busy. Typically, a phone call came later. Late, in small hours, when half the city slept.

So when you fell asleep to nothing, you weren’t surprised. They’d catch up with you.

They always did.

You didn’t hear from them the next day. You forced it away easily, didn’t let the unease nag at you, pasted a smile on your face for your friends when you agreed to meet them for dinner.

No strings. You’re not their girlfriend, you’re not theirs. You’re cool. It’s cool. You’re fine.

Besides, your friend had gotten a reservation at a very nice restaurant in one of those shiny new hotels that just went up.

You shoved the boys from your mind.

You were the cool girl. You were unaffected.

You’re fine.

“So how’s work?”

“Oh, it’s fine. You know, same shit different day.” You roll your eyes, touch light on the thin stem of a wine glass. The red is a shade darker than your nails, and your lips, and it tastes like sweet cherries soaked in acid. Stringent. Sweet. You’re about to reciprocate the question when the bulk of a man catches your eye, handsome width of a shoulder you’d know from a mile away.

Interest in your friend’s conversation evaporates, and your tongue turns tarnished, sticking in the back of your throat like an overgrown thorn.

It’s Simon. Your heart pounds, and you drink in the sight greedily, elated to see him outside of their flat, or in the bar. Thrilled to get a glimpse of him in the real world, in a restaurant, a real, tangible place, in a real, tangible moment.

“I’ll… be right back.” You manage, slipping from the both to the wall, openly gaping across a room full of diners. As he moves, you mirror it, coming closer and closer to a hallway, a lead off down to the bathrooms.

“Simon.” His name slips from your lips without permission, a build up of excitement and anxiety, all twisted into one heap that darts out in front of your intentions, your resolve. Not cool.

You expect him to be surprised, certainly. You expect to see that small spark, the little fire burning behind his irises, expect him sweep the length of your body.

You don’t expect the surprise to be blanketed with the white fog of indifference. The grey slab of a stone wall.

It confuses you. Startles you. And when you take a step-

Johnny turns the corner, an arm slung around the waist of a pretty, thin, blonde.

His lips part, brows knitting together in slow motion. The girl, their date, it seems, is oblivious. She only bats her eyelashes at Simon and then gazes up at Johnny, sweet and hopeful.

You turn cold. Your fingers go frigid, ice cracking through your veins and attacking your heart, slowing your pulse.

The room spins.

And you’re alone in it. Dining room chatter falls away, drowned out by the thrumming between your ears.

You’re alone. Alone, staring at them, trying to piece it all together, trying to breathe, trying to be-

Cool.

“I uh…” You teeter, precarious in your shoes that now feel like a mistake, like your dress is a mistake, being here is a mistake, getting up from the table-

You’re not their girlfriend. You’re not theirs.

“I’m just gonna… go.” You begin to backpedal. Johnny says your name, says it quietly, and takes a step, lurching forward, an animated corpse seeking its last meal.

“Bonnie, ye-“

“I’ll see you around.” You blurt, stepping back out of reach. Johnny’s fist clenches, and he casts a dubious glance towards Simon, who’s tense and focused on you. “See ya.” You croak, and then spin on your heel, trembling all the way out the door and into the cold, crisp air.

Very uncool.

#Ghoap x reader #angst #lmao #john soap mactavish #peaches writes #simon riley #thinking about the cool girl monologue #phone writing #I know there are mistakes in here

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waywardangel-wilds · 2 days

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Peeta: hey Haymitch, what do you do if your wife is giving you the silent treatment?

Haymitch: boy, do I look married to you? Idk.

Peeta: WAIT! You and Effie had us OUT OF WEDLOCK?!? Katniss and I are bastards???

Haymitch: get the fuck out of here.

Peeta *while getting shoved out the door*: no! *unrestrained laughter* Katniss will be heartbroken! First we’re in an incest marriage and now we’re bastards?! *boy gets shoved HARD* OW! Why must you do this to me father!!

#the hunger games #thg incorrect quotes #lmao #peeta mellark #everlark #katniss everdeen #haymitch abernathy #daddy haymitch #🤭

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rukunas · 2 days

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Gojo Satoru rests a key on your desk.

You hardly glance up, but when he clears his throat and taps his foot, you give him a small lift of your head.

“What’s this?”

“A key.”

You blink. “To what.”

“My apartment.”

Finally, you lift it from where it rests. It’s nothing special— an ordinary gold key, looks new from the look of it. You flip it, looking for any inscription that will give you more clues. Nothing.

You feel your brow twitch. “But your apartment has swipe access?”

Satoru sighs dramatically. “Yeah. I know. But I wanted this to be more momentous than sending you an email.”

#but… what does the key go to????#lmao #i love him #rue rambles #gojo x reader #gojo satoru

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wouldvebeensweet · 2 days

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every time i listen to ttpd a new lyric jumps out at me and it feels like this