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all-class-darling · 27 days

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Sharon Tate on her role as Jennifer North in the cult classic 1967 film ‘Valley of the Dolls’.

#sharon tate #Sharon tate videos #sharon marie tate #sharon videos #valley of the dolls #jennifer north

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mendelpalace · 2 years

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Rose of Sharon Cassidy (Fallout: New Vegas) by y (chos)

#Rose of Sharon Cassidy #Fallout: New Vegas #y (chos)#Video Games #Fallout #Art #Illustration

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myself-create-age-tree · 2 days

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#sag awards #selling videos #s4mm #moon knight x reader #faggot humiliation #cute cats #dairy free #fake friends #desert duo #kpop smut #sharon tate

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sakura-arts · 4 months

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Indie Mascot Horror Protag Trio Squad

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fidjiefidjie · 8 months

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🦊 Bonheur du jour ! 👌

Depuis 25 ans, Sharon Hughes nourrit une famille de renards chez elle en Ecosse à Glasgow.

Source : Imgur

Bel après-midi 👋

#funny videos #bonheur du jour #cute animals #renards #foxes #sharon hughes #funny animals #cute fox #funny pics #écosse #glasgow #animaux #belaprèsmidi #fidjie fidjie

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theknucklehead · 3 days

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generation-card-physical · 10 days

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#league of legends #anime food #trigun #sag awards #selling videos #moon knight x reader #faggot humiliation #cute cats #dairy free #desert duo #sharon tate #tokyo #dekubowl

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opportunity-body-charge · 11 days

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#sag awards #selling videos #s4mm #moon knight x reader #faggot humiliation #cute cats #dairy free #fake friends #desert duo #kpop smut #sharon tate

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learn-country · 12 days

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#Godzilla #marina #dnd #alucard #anime food #selling videos #moon knight x reader #cute cats #dairy free #fake friends #desert duo #kpop smut #sharon tate

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onto-huge · 26 days

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#anime food #selling videos #faggot humiliation #fake friends #sharon tate #tame impala #shoujo ai #newds for sale #desamor #relationship quotes

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what-inthe-goddamn · 10 months

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Boone left the Lucky 38 groupchat after this 😔

#Cass also was blocked by him for a whole month #courier six #craig boone #arcade gannon #veronica santangelo #rose of sharon cassidy #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #art #video

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incorrect-guilty-gear · 30 days

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Sharon: Would you love me if I was a worm?

Slayer: My dear, of course. To me, you already are.

#source: unknown #incorrect quotes #slayer #sharon #video games #guilty gear

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moonlitdark · 2 months

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Tom Ford Winter 24 ✨

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popquizhot-shot · 4 months

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DESI SHENANIGANS WITH MIGGY#2

wehave kamal hassan cameo :D

"ispiderman ispiderman tu ne churaya mera dil ka chayn-"

"baby, WHAT?"

"SHARON SHARON-"

-humming songs and bopping your head while you cook together, only for you to stop and scream when he adds curry leaves to hot oil to make dal

-literally you bolt and wait till that part of cooking is done

-mig would like fried karela i said what i said(i hate it sm) olive theory 2.0 fr

-pls i want to watch jodhaa akbar with him and blush during the sword scene and the IN LAMHON KE DAAMAN MEIN

-and bffr jab we met is his jam. he'd love it its his comfort move

-loves the stronger bite of thums up, will drink it if its there, much to your chagrin

-u give him a sip of filter coffee that your paati taught you to make and hes a goner

-KAMAL HASSAN AVVAI SHANMUGI(bollywood folks its chachi 620) he'd get emotional watching the reunion parts

-him helping you put your jewellery on when you get ready, you pinning his sherwani pin properly like a desi version of a bowtie

-PAYALS HIM PUTTING ON YOUR ANKLETS FOR YOU AND KISSING YOUR ANKLES

-you dont dance much but during a sangeet? please. besides you're too gone to concentrate on how youre dancing youre in your zone and he loves it

-undoing your safety pins when yall get home, helping each other undress

-lmfao you get stuck trying to remove your blouse and he has to help you as you lowkey panic

-look, as desi girlies, we have the body hair and it can be an insecurity, esp if ur surrounded by family who call you unhygienic if you dont shave, even though you like shower and take care of yourself

-mig doesnt give a SHIT you think body hair, something natural bothers him? nah doesn't matter where the hair is, arms, legs, underarms,back, toes, fingers, stomach, BOOBS, ahem down there, its natural and its normal

-as long as ur comfy and clean, hes happy

-fuck the parlour didis who make us feel bad for being normal and if you feel sad he'll do everything in his power to reverse it.

-order ur favorite snacks, kiss you silly, make tea(that almost works)

-ur love is literally sirivennela incarnate

THE LYRICS HELLO?

SHE IS THE IMAGE OF ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IN CREATION? PLEASE-

=he never knew gandhi was a grade A asshole until he met you

-you both bond over ur shared hatred of the british gov

-"jaan?"

"yeah?"

"can you steal the kohinoor?"

*sigh* "querida, for the tenth time, as much as i would LOVE to, no i cant"

:((((

-if hes pissed yk how to get him to laugh

"jaan, jaan, mig, mig;

"WHat."

after a few moments of silence, a lazy grin makes its way onto your face as you bend a little

*deep breathe*

"ISPIDERMAN ISPIDERMAN-

#ok so the sharon sharon part is from a jordindian video #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x desi!reader #atsv

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doctorsiren · 1 year

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Made a quick animatic today because this song fits Ted way too well

#doctorsiren #ted lasso #dr sharon fieldstone #michelle lasso #henry lasso #theodore lasso #ted lasso fanart #animatic #AJR #karma #tw implied suicide #procreate #premiere pro #video #i know that videos don't do as well as still art on tumblr but i'm probably not gonna post this on my youtube #so pls reblog and such ^^

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zmediaoutlet · 10 months

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this land is your land

for @wincestwednesdays - americana

"Relax," Sam says, and Dean says back immediately "You relax," but that doesn't work because Sam, damn him, is so relaxed Dean's surprised he's still walking upright and not a puddle of dissolved bones, somewhere a few miles back on the sun-baked road. Where the car's sitting, steaming, the engine ticking as it cools, alone--

"You know what's wrong?" Sam says, and Dean gives him a look, and Sam says, "You know how to fix it?" and Dean rolls his eyes, and Sam says, "So what are you gonna do about it between here and that co-op in town?" and Dean says, "You know, this is how you talked when you didn't have a soul," and Sam laughs kinda soft, hitching his backpack higher.

Hot, humid, but not horrible. The fields growing up with something green. Maybe future wheat. Dean's not a farmer. The kind of summer day where you want to lay in thick grass and drink about twelve ice-cold beers and eat watermelon, or burgers off the grill, or a rainbow snowcone just dripping with every color, like remember, that time --

"Fairfield County Fair," Sam says, grinning. He drags his hair back from his forehead. Their jackets tied around their waists and Sam's sleeves rolled up to his elbows; if it gets much hotter out here he might strip that layer too and then, hey, free show. "Yeah. That was good. Other than the ghost."

"Ghost was easy," Dean says, "as was Miss Mindy the concessions girl. You remember, right? All that funnel cake?"

"I think I puked it all over the tilt-a-whirl," Sam says, dry, and Dean grins back at him so Sam rolls his eyes, but -- he remembers, and that's what matters to Dean now. When he's got this brother, stitched back together, remembering the snowcone and the tilt-a-whirl and also what it means, that they're walking side by side through this yellow afternoon, sweating their balls off.

A barn, past the next field of maybe-wheat. White-painted metal that's peeling bad as they get closer, but it's got a heavy fall of shadow in the driven-over silty dust and abandoned crates that don't collapse when Dean plants his ass on one, so it's good enough for now. "Could go for a snowcone," he says, and Sam snorts somewhere past his closed eyes and there's a thunk of his bag hitting the dirt and then scuffing away, through the silt, and Dean watches the world golden through closed lids and imagines. Sam sweating, long, his body moving sure through the shadow and then -- through the barn door, sliding on squeaky rollers -- and then into somewhere Dean can barely hear him except whatever he imagines might echo through the wall, but it's okay because he'll come back. He's promised that, now. Dean turns his head against the side of the barn anyway, his ear against the warm metal, in case there's some echo. Long night and a long day and a long night ahead and maybe it's lame but he's old now, or feels it, and he's tired. He'll take even an echo.

In the barn: dusty John Deeres, and tools Sam doesn't bother to describe, and a case of too-warm water of dubious age in cheap plastic bottles. "Thief," Dean says, but just to say it, and Sam shrugs and says, "Trespassing, too," but he cracks a bottle and hands it to Dean and Dean dumps it over his head, just to get off some of the sweat and dust. Long walk. Sam says dude and Dean says, "Bite me," but when he slicks his hand back over his head Sam ends up smiling at him, after all, and hands him another bottle to actually drink, and then -- bends at the waist and dumps water over the back of his own head, slicking his hair to black in the shade, dripping down and turning the dust to mud. Stripped down to his t-shirt after all and the water sopping the grey to dark. "See, I'm a genius," Dean says, and Sam scratches through his hair and groans like he does on other midnights and says, "Don't get ahead of yourself," but when he sits down next to Dean his hair's curling wet against his neck and he looks as relaxed as Dean's seen him in -- god, how long? Years anyway. Like Dean would see him sometimes in dreams, during that year that's pressed too close up against his back teeth, and he'd wake up on those mornings with his heart full in his chest and with a good mood, almost, that lasted until he opened his eyes and remembered what bed he was in and the mood pierced like a water balloon that hadn't popped right. Draining out slow until he was left pointless and limp.

Sun finally heading toward setting. Over the fields the air's golden, thick in that way of summer. Sky exactly the shade of a cherry '67 Mustang. Acapulco Blue. Sam's bootheels stretch out to full-length in the silt, past the mud-mess he made, and there's his legs long in denim. Dust on the hems. Dean leans forward, elbows on his knees, taking in one of those long deep breaths that when he blows it out feels like he's expelling air from decades ago. Lungs one hundred percent empty.

Big hand on the back of his neck. He closes his eyes. Sam strokes up over his head where the hair's gone spiky-wet and then smooths it back down, his thumb braced up behind Dean's ear. Heavy and hot.

"Gonna make it back to town tonight?" Sam asks. Like he doesn't know the distance just the same as Dean. Dean shrugs. Sam hums and squeezes Dean's neck, and then Dean opens his eyes and looks from where his head's held down like this to see Sam's heel draw up through the dust, and for his knee to press against Dean's, and then his hand dragging down Dean's back and then back up under his shirt, hot on damp skin, a big square heavy thing. Landing somewhere up between his shoulderblades. Dean wants it on his dick and on the side of his face thumbing his mouth and also just exactly where it is. Sam touching him. Over that last year, what he missed more than anything else. For Sam to touch him and for it to mean what it was supposed to, when Sam touched him.

"We've probably got the worst case of swamp ass this side of the Mississippi," Dean says.

"You remember that time in Tupelo?" Sam says, and of course Dean does. Of course, every single time, like some dorky glittery journal in his heart, he remembers -- Sam's face over his in Tupelo spattered with mud-and-blood and laughing at how disgusting it was, and doing it anyway; Sam's breath desperate at the back of his neck in Portland, both Maine and Oregon; Sam's fingers lacing with his in Colorado Springs, and Sam pressed chest-to-chest with him in Pittsburgh, and Sam's mouth blurring strange in the drunken dark in too many places to name. Dean remembers.

Sam lifts his hand, stretching Dean's shirt, and Dean feels the air gust up against his sweaty back before he follows it, unbending slowly, and then Sam's whole arm's shoved awkward up against his spine, his fingers and thumb bracketing Dean's neck, and when Dean tips his head back Sam's there to catch him.

"Gonna miss the show tonight," Dean says, slit-eyed. Salt in his eyelashes.

The county such-and-such. Volunteer firefighters put on the show, one of the witnesses told them. Not a big display but big enough to please the kids and the folk who hadn't got too cynical for it. He was kind of looking forward to catching it, just because. When was the last time they'd had a July 4th that wasn't some kind of miserable?

"Maybe," Sam says. His eyes on Dean's mouth. Which is so like the soulless version Dean's heels dig into the ground, some weird no instinct making him want to stand -- but then Sam's eyes flick up to meet Dean's, and he grins lopsided and dorky like Sam always used to, when he was okay enough to grin, and relief washes through Dean like stepping under a waterfall. "Could celebrate right here, though. Right?"

"You think that line actually works on anyone?" Dean says, chest blooming hot, and Sam says, "Guess we'll see," in a way that's frankly smug, and Dean rolls his eyes but he also swivels on his stolen crate-seat and presses his mouth against Sam's and gets salt-sweat and stale bottled water and also the good spit-flavor of his tongue, and so maybe Sam deserves the smug.

Birds calling in the trees by the barn, squawky-loud like they're making commentary. Sam's thigh hard and hot alongside his. At first Sam presses against him too hard and Dean grunts, and then Sam lays his other hand soft against Dean's cheek and kisses him sweet, instead, and then grips Dean's neck and kisses him just -- right, Goldilocks finding the right level of comfort. Dean lays his hand on Sam's chest and feels his heart go right out of himself, like a roman candle.

#wincest wednesday #my writing #wincest #highly recommend three versions of this song:#avett brothers for straightforward sweet #(and a music video actually worth watching)#sharon jones for a swinging funk #dave rawlings machine + i hear them all for Feels #and that was the one i listened to 5 times while writing this #from the redwood forest to the gulf stream waters --#<3

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