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blkkizzat · 1 month

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April Fools with Toji but it’s him thinking your face creams looks like jizz so he figures why not actually replace it with his cum.

You don’t mind when he gives you facials so you shouldn’t mind this.

It’s all fun and games for him until your get back April Fools joke is a fake positive pregnancy test... the kicker is that you confess you're not sure if the child belongs to him or Gojo.

Toji doesn't wait for you to tell him 'April Fools' before he is already out the door and out for blood attempting to hunt down Gojo— who ends up just playing along and making it worse.

Goddamn it I've been so busy I forgot to post this and its LITERALLY been in my drafts since early November '23. No I wasn't smart enough to put it on a timer LMFAO whatever, I'm posting it now.

#me actually having to stop that man from trying to kill Gojo again #jokes really on that nigga because I love his facials #but my shit is $60 ngl that bum is gonna be replacing it #or i actually will fuck gojo #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji x fem reader #toji smut #toji x you #jjk toji #toji x black reader #toji x y/n #gojo saturo

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nikki-rook · 7 months

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Michael Sheen as Aziraphale Appreciation Post - Good Omens [S2]

#yes that is 60 gifs and I am tired #I really hope you guys enjoy. I love this man so much. character and actor. they both deserve the world #good omens #goodomensedit #aziraphale #michael sheen #aziraphale and crowley #aziraphel #azirafell #micheal sheen #good omens 2 #goodomens #terry pratchett #neil gaiman

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moderndaypandora · 1 year

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The LAYERS needed in a modern/human Dreamling au. Some level of Endless family dysfunction, obviously. Hob's family can be be dead or not, it's all good. Are they old enough to have individually gained the awareness they are off-puttingly intense and should hide it a bit at first, or still in that "no, why would I need to Elsa this" stage?

Option A is both of them trying to play it cool, like "don't scare him off" except they so badly want to go from zero to sixty.

(Death and Desire have ruthlessly drilled Dream with flashcards about how to react appropriately in situations.

Desire: it's your one-month anniversary, what do you do?

Dream: [hesitantly] NOT propose?

Desire and Death, conferring, because that's technically correct but the delivery was suspect.

Death, encouragingly: Good start. And? 

Dream: a nice dinner and maybe a walk?

Desire: well done!

Death: and for a three-month anniversary?

 Dream: give them a key to my flat.

Desire: [airhorn] NO. RED CARD.)

Option B makes them the classic anecdotal "my grandparents got engaged within seven days of meeting each other and still are happy together".

(Death, rubbing her temples: so you met this guy--

Dream: Hob

Death: -- Hob, and within 1 day you gave notice to the Registrar's Office and figured out the best day to get married. And Hob agreed to this?

Dream: NO.

Death: oh thank go-

Dream: Hob SUGGESTED this.

Death: . . .

Dream: are you going to be a witness or not?

Death, 29 days later in the Registrar's Office, to Hob's witness: Is he sane?

Johanna Constantine, drinking heavily from a large flask: unfortunately yes, by all legal definitions.

Death: fuck

Johanna: [passing the flask over] if your brother's even a tenth as intense as Hob, they'll be fine. Probably.

Death, brightening: Is Hob that bad? 

Johanna: You know how sometimes you meet somebody and think "oof, they're a bit much, best give them a wide berth"? 

Death: yeah.

Johanna: Hob's like a camouflaged hole in the ground of muchness. Except he's done the hole up all nice and he knows that sometimes you just want to be left alone in the hole to sulk and rattle the spikes for a bit, and occasionally get a F&M hamper tossed in.

Death: [hmmmmmmm'ing approvingly]

Johanna, morose: the bastard.

In the background, Hob and Dream are pressing their foreheads together and basking in each other's presence)

#dreamling #the sandman #it's underappreciated how many red flags hob probably is buried under his amiable exterior #he looked at dream of the endless and went 'yeah'#not even as a 'i can make him better'#very much as a 'i can vibe with his current state and frankly even if he was worse i'd still be like that's my husband [shrug emoji]'#'what am i supposed to do? i knew who he was when i married him'#everybody around them: [extremely done with their shit] STOP ENABLING HIM #hob: he's my goth sweetheart #dream's entire family: he's ten sulking cats in eyeliner and a dramatic coat #hob: i know :D i love him!#johanna constantine is like 'hob's insane'#and everybody's going 'oh no don't be so mean he's just a little boring next to dream'#johanna: he saw dream being dream and went 'i need to stamp my name on him. how do i permanently tie us together'#johanna: he'd never safety pin a condom but i can just see the gears turning in hob's head about how to get to spend more time with dream #johanna: just radiating smug contentment over his insane wet cat #hob: i cannot wait to spend the next 60 years with that man #hob: and ideally die in our sleep together still holding hands #death and johanna: [staring at him over their fourth round of drinks]#dream: [heart of eyes and pink of cheeks]#dream: we should never not be holding hands #hob: okay but what if occasionally we stop holding hands just to then appreciate the feeling of starting to hold hands again #dream: [mulling] acceptable #death and johanna could probably start an entire benefriends or actual romantic relationship entirely based on judging dreamling

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nitw · 1 year

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i swear i have a lot of intellectual thoughts and feelings abt this movie but im just not immune to kittycat

#i haven't checked to verify this yet but i've heard that when it came to writing this movie #antonio banderas had a very long and serious talk with the crew about his own experiences #about being a renowned actor in his 60s and accepting that he'll get tired and have to stop doing what he loves eventually #to make sure puss's struggles were accurately portrayed #and if that's true..MAN #leo.txt #pibtlw #puss in boots

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zaynes-left-chesticle · 2 months

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I am going to freaking cry 🥹

1. That is a REAL genuine smile! And 2... His hands are freaking huge 😳

#i knew this was going to be cute but not THIS cute 😭#finally got to level 60 with this man and i don't regret it #love and deepspace #lads zayne

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strangethings-everywhere · 3 months

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Just came here to say that I’m so glad there’s people here on the Internet who love Boys in the Boat as much as I do because I’d be so sad without you guys. Much love to you all and everything you create, thanks for being the coolest lil fandom ❤️❤️❤️

#the boys in the boat #man I love you guys #shoutout specifically to the 60 fics on ao3 #bobby moch x don hume #don hume #bobby moch #joe rantz #jack mulhern #luke slattery #callum turner

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citrussnap · 9 months

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Y'ALL I FINALLY WATCHED GOOD OMENS RECENTLY :D you can def say I'm obsessed...

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doll-elvis · 9 months

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The story behind the pictures

“After hearing Elvis would be making a 20 minute stop, mother and daughter made their way to Union Station early that Tuesday morning

They stayed toward the back of the group of 30 screaming fans — Margie perched on her 5-foot-tall mother’s shoulders waiting to catch sight of Presley. Blinking and rubbing his eyes, Elvis made his way to the back of the train car to greet the fans who loudly cheered for him

“They just kept screaming,” Hollis says of the crowd of teenage girls. “That never stopped.”

Presley’s manager, Colonel Tom Parker, helped clear a path as Howard carried her daughter to the front. Presley then hoisted Margie over the railing

“He said, ‘Hi. Give me a kiss,’” Hollis remembers

Howard was surprised to see her daughter go so willingly into Presley’s arms, because she didn’t ever go to strangers

“Boy, she grabbed him,” Howard says. “It was great. It was absolutely great”

Presley showed Margie inside the train car after joking with her mother that he was taking her to California with him

“He didn’t set me down,” Hollis recalls. “He carried me the whole time”

Once back in her mother’s arms, Margie exclaimed, “Oh, Mom, he smelled so good”

She still remembers his smell, though she can’t describe it other than to say it was a little sweet”

(story courtesy of Dallas Morning News and Margaret Ann Hollis)

#he smelled SWEET?!?!#elvis being a dad #*womb aches intensify*#😭#it’s so easy to love this man #everything I found out about him makes me fall just a little bit more head over heels #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis history #elvis fans #elvis photos #60s elvis #60s

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presleysgirl6 · 9 months

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One word: Daddy.

#elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis fans #elvis aaron presley #elvis photos #elvis history #elvis the king #elvis fashion #60s elvis #elvis 1969 #this man is so fine i am on my knees begging for him #his hands #I want them all over me #he is so daddy #i love elvis

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liltingoddesss · 8 months

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I.

FORGOT.

HOW.

TO.

BREATHE.

I LITERALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY, I DON'T THINK THERE'S MUCH TO SAY ACTUALLY

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cthulhusstepmom · 10 months

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Fae!Soap Superstitious Bastard! Ghost: Gifts

(Just a heads up this got way more intense than I meant it to but that’s kind of the Fae for you.)

TW: mentions of torture, human remains

Soap is a collector, though not of any one thing that Ghost can discern. He’s seen the man pick up anything from an abandoned rolex to a nondescript piece of broken glass. It doesn’t seem to be about size, it’s not shape and definitely not value; Ghost had thought he’d pinned it down as things that caught the light a certain way but was swiftly proven wrong when Soap went on a spree of collecting pebbles and sticks. He’d glared sullenly at the first jagged gray rock when Soap had picked it up before swiftly changing the subject when he was noticed. There was no apparent rhyme or reason to any of it… well not quite. There was one singular pattern that stood out in his mind, a single thread that held firm no matter how much he rearranged or plucked at it.

Anything that Ghost gave him, Johnny kept.

The first had been a bit of pretty blue ribbon that was a close enough approximation to Soap’s eyes. It’d snagged on a bramble bordering the clearing where Ghost had set up for overwatch. Without even thinking he’d snagged it on his way to RV down the hill, offering it to Johnny in the armored car taking them back to base. Soap hadn’t said a thing. It was then that Ghost realized maybe giving your subordinate a piece of trash you’d found in a bush perhaps wasn’t the most well adjusted way to express affection. He’d been about to play it off with a quip, beginning to retract his fingers ever so slightly, when Johnny snatched it lightning quick from the palm of his hand, holding it close to his chest for a moment before stuffing it into his chest pocket next to his journal. Soap had given him a small strangled “Thank you” as they sat the rest of the ride in an awkward but warm silence. Johnny disappeared almost immediately after they got back to base but Ghost could see light in the space under his door so he wasn’t too worried that he’d done permanent damage to their relationship.

After that his eyes just seemed to catch on things that he assumed Johnny would like. He couldn’t help it. Little glass marbles, a river stone with an interesting marking, a large brown feather; Somehow it all made its way into the hands of his Sergeant. Usually with a gruff “Here”, barely waiting for Johnny to hold out his hands before he dropped his small offering into his gloved palms. Soap has also gotten over whatever his episode of silence had been, responding with a blinding smile and enthusiastic gratitude and a happy quip. (“Thanks Lt!” a piece of antler, Montana “Y’ shouldn’t have!” an old toy car, Finland “Find this on sale?” a scrap of pink fabric, Brazil “Ghost you’re spoiling me.” green river stone, India etc.(no he didn’t catalog all of them that would be creepy. He only wrote down his favorites.))

The next time Ghost thinks he’s permanently damaged their relationship and scared Soap off for good comes after an operation sweeping out an AQ base in Afghanistan.

It’s stuffy and dark, the blistering heat of the day beginning to fade into the bitter chill of the night. The compound has long since been abandoned by all but the stubbornest of rats, slowly being reclaimed by the wild desert it carved its blackness into. They roll into the courtyard through the open front gate, the outer walls have seen multiple breacher charges and calling them walls at this point is more out of respect than any dedication to accuracy. The whole place has already been swept by drone and Laswell has had satellite eyes on it for months confirming just how fucking dead it is. They’re here for information, the drone identified documents left behind as well as at least two hard drives.

The 141 has split off, each clearing their own section and radioing in at even intervals, they’ve learned the hard way that it’s better to be safe than sorry. Beyond extra caution, the whole place has an eerie, black aura that drags forth memories of scorpion stings and dull knives biting at his flesh. Assisting in his nightmarish stroll down memory lane, Ghost is assigned the lower levels of the compound. Each room is another scene from a past he tries to forget, filled with rusted over implements of pain and brown stains no one cared to clean.

Something in the last room makes him pause.

A small barred window allows light from a waning moon to pool into the room, catching on something on the table. Small, most no bigger than his fingernail, a collection of about five objects sits in a tray on the corner of the table. Brilliant white patches shine in stark opposition to the bed of rust brown they lay on.

Teeth. Human teeth.

His mind is acting on autopilot when grabs them and stuffs them in a pocket, so similar but so different to his first experience with the ribbon months ago. He finishes his sweep of the room, conveying his findings back on comms (“Seems like we’re late for the party.” “If only you didn’t take so long to get ready.”-Soap “Shut the fuck up the both of you I just saw a rat the size of a terrier.”-Gaz “I’ve got the hard drives if any of you fuckers remember why we’re here.”-Price), and turns back to rendezvous, his mind now firmly on finding his comrades and getting the hell out.

As they start readying themselves to duck into the humvees they arrived in, Ghost’s muscle memory kicks in to complete his self assigned mission objective. He turns to where Soap stands almost expectantly at his side. It’s not every mission that he has something he’s decided is a worthy offering but it has become more often than not. Mind already halfway back to base, a gloved hand chases down each tooth where they’ve burrowed themselves in the pocket of his tac vest, collecting them and dropping them in Soap’s proffered hand with a grunt. His brain turns back on when the bloody bones hit his Sergeant’s glove, panicking because what the fuck did he just do? What kind of fucking sociopath gives his friend(more?) human fucking teeth as a souvenir. Much less human fucking teeth that were pulled forcibly out of some poor bastard’s skull during a bygone torture session.

His hand is trembling.

Ghost forces himself to look down and meet Soap’s assuredly outraged and disgusted gaze.

Only he doesn’t.

Johnny is staring down at the teeth in his palm with a look of fucking reverence. His pupils are dilated beyond just the darkness surrounding them and Ghost’s detail oriented eyes catch the slight flare of his nostrils on every inhale. Soap slowly tilts his head up to meet Ghost’s eyes and a gasp lives and dies in his throat.

“Oh Simon, you treat me so well.” His voice is gravelly and thrumming with an emotion that Ghost doesn’t know the name of. But, god if this is the look he gets after bringing Johnny desiccated human remains?

He’ll rip the teeth out of some unworthy son of a bitch himself.

#Soap may be the one who is inherently Other but Ghost is fucked up too #I adore deeeply fucked up Ghost™#almost as much as soft Ghost #Soap is one lucky man #he's just sitting here happily obsessed with his human and then Ghost just up and gives him a courting gift #in folklore giving fairies gifts is a 50/50 chance to get them to go away #i however would like to introduce you to a secret third option: love #Also I'm like 60% certain I'm going to do sort of a mix of snippets here leading up to like a three shot culmination posted on Ao3 #would yall like that? would you prefer all on tumblr? do you even want story or just more little drabbles?#Fae!Soap #superstitious bastard!Ghost #cod mw2 #soapghost #tw torture #tw human dentition

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zosiayarn · 7 months

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I TURNED THE HEEL!!!!!! that part was easy but the gusset gave me sooo much trouble. the silver lining is i finally learned how to safely undo knit stitches now lol. but i did it !! now i get the ease of simply knitting the foot in the round for a while

#yarnblr #knitblr #knitting #sockblr #HOWWW do u take good photos of wip socks #i got thru this watching a lot of TCM 60s horror movies #my favorite was about a guy who doesnt believe in witchcraft then discovers his wife is a witch. makes her get rid of all her shit and stop #and then he has to face the consequences #she was keeping his ass safe and also like.. god forbid a woman has hobbies SHE LOVES U SHES KEEPING U SAFE #id be sooooo fuckin pissed if someone made me get rid of all my dead bugs r u serious . (he gets rid of a dead spider she has )#hes kinda fine tho... just a Logical Man #which i guess the movie is an interesting example of 60s social dynamics of the idea of masculine logic and feminine intuition #but rly ..... dur hurr hairy chest . man tits.

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magzthemad · 5 months

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literally every paul mccartney interview:

youtube

#in the 60s i made love to many women #often outdoors #in the mud and the rain #it’s possible a man slipped in #there’d be no way of knowing #the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #mclennon #the office quotes #creed #Youtube

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promiseimnotacop · 3 months

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jsyk user genderyomi reblogs from ppl identyfing as baeddel/“transman-hater” (w their words). safe to assume she is one.

i do appreciate well meaning calling me out on shit i've reposted and whatnot but that does not to my mind warrant any kind of unfollow/deleting posts what have you

i have been seeing traces of this new wave is 'transmisandry a real thing/is baeddelism real and if it is is it actually a bad thing or kinda based' flooding my dash lately and have very deliberately stayed away from engaging in any of it/weighing up on one side or another.

thankyou for engaging here though in a more polite way!

#my take: i love trans people so so much and if the dolls are pissed off at men maybe they have a right to be #but also yes (many) trans men experience a transphobia that takes a specific shape in how it targets trans men #but referring to that as transmisandry is at best misleading misnomer #because it might implies misandry is a thing or that the transphobia men face is proportional and equalivalent to transmisogyny #buuuut also i am not such a fan of arguing tight semantics like that in intracommunity stuff #partly cos how it kinda tries to assume everyone is highly literate in english?#but also i do not have the capacity to look up what baedellism actually argues rn #also hot take if someone's blog says shit like 'man-hater' it's gonna be like hyperbole or glib 60% of the time #and a fair reaction to their own experiences 39%

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tricoufamily · 10 months

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without a mouse i can at least make little tweaks to my past and present george cahills

#i literally did like nothing to young george ok i love him so so much #i just wanted to make old george look more like an old man #i have like a two hour long playlist dedicated to him and then i just never do anything with him on simblr idk!#i posted the sim he's been so sad about for 60 years in a random cas photo dump and never said anything #ts4 #ts4 cas #townie makeover #the sims 4 #george cahill

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sciderman · 5 months

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Which Spider-symbol is your favourite? Mine has to be the Miles Morales 2011 just because of how sharp the lines are, it looks pretty. Which ones yours and why?

60s spider-man for sheer lack of consistency and the fact that the One thing consistent about it is that they consistently did not have the budget for two more legs

#i love you. six legged spider.#i love that any representation of 60s spider-man without fail only has the six legs.#i have the cute little 60s spiderman pointing meme funkos and it delights me to no end any time i see their cute little six legged spiders #sci speaks

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