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Saying it’s okay if she doesn’t want to smoke anymore but still hot boxing the car for hours till she’s all high and easy to take advantage of so I can grope her all over while she giggles like an idiot
i need more toxic ships. i need more fucked up dynamics. i need more dark and depraved threads. pretty please and thank you.
Just two friends casual hanging out in the bedroom smoking until you start to feel light headed and warm. Feeling the fabric of your clothes practically peeling off your skin. You barely comprehend the pressure inside you, resting in his lap as you controls your movements, the muffled groans into the crook of your neck as he uses you as a personal fleshlight.
Now I can't stop thinking about how happy I would be if this musical actually existed
Once again thinking about a Six of Crows musical featuring delightful hits such as:
Overture (Instrumental)
Ketterdam [Capitol of Capital] (Ensemble)
The Bastard of the Barrel (Kaz's song)
Stars and Saints (Inej's song)
Trigger Finger (Jesper's song)
Son of the Council (Wylan's song)
Welcome to Hellgate (Matthias's song)
To Hold a Heart [To End a Life] (Nina's song)
Two Step Plan (The Crows)
Tainted (Kanej Duet)
The Ice Court [Infiltration Destination] (The Crows)
Up the Incinerator (Ensemble)
Dance of the Dignitaries (Ensemble)
Two Pair (Wesper)
Hands of Flame (Ensemble)
Waters of Djel (The Crows)
Escape [We Have a Tank] (The Crows)
Jurda Parem (Ensemble)
Stay Afloat (Helnik Duet)
Bastard's Lament [To Lose a Spider] (Ensemble)
No Mourners, No Funerals (Ensemble)
Exit the Crows (Instrumental)
Now if only I knew how to compose music...
roman drinking cups. denmark. 2nd to 3rd century CE.
It’s finally finished!!! *collapses* Goodness, this was exhausting, but….it was worth it and I love how it’s come out. I hope you all like it too!!
The song is called Crystal by Youtube’s Audio Library.
I need a full length fic of this 😭😭
sof i'm living in spain now and there are so many cute guys on the bus here idk what it is, anyway there was this one dude i saw twice and we wouldnt stop looking at each other but we never spoke and i hope i run into him one more time cos idk third time's the charm, but the point is imagine that happening with james, like he chickens out twice and then he thinks he'll never see you again, and then one day he sees you and when you go to approach him he's like omg it's the girl i thought was gone forever
yOURE IN SPAIN?!!! babe that’s so sexy of you omgggg spanish are hots im ngl but the accent really throws me off 😐😐😐 I AM INVESTED IN THIS GUY OMGGGGG and yes james who’s a ladies man but gets all shy when it comes to approaching you sob
I want Eddie to have tamed one and come back through a gate riding one like Dustin befriended daart and everyone is just like:
I'm calling it now, the demobats are like the demodogs of their species line. They're NOT the final forms of that species line.
I'm thinking these bitches come out of these eggs in multiples, not just one, maybe up to ten hatch from one egg at a time, and those eggs are laid by something much much bigger.
I'm thinking Demodragons.
More bakeoff! Steddie pls pls pls
Eddie’s doing some dumb trick with a couple of wooden spoons, clever hands making them move through the air in improbable ways, and Steve’s about to bite his whisk in half.
He’d thought for sure that Eddie would be going home the first week; Edward Munson, 29, bartender/musician from Brighton with mismatched tattoos and wild hair, seemed like exactly the kind of pretentious asshole who would flame out early with some ill-advised hipster experimentation. If Steve (28, social worker from Indiana, USA) had been a complete asshole, he’d have said that Eddie didn’t have the fundamentals. That he was all sizzle, no steak.
It’s a good thing Steve’s not a complete asshole, because Eddie’s been blowing the technicals out of the water so consistently it’s actually pretty fucking embarrassing. His signatures and showstoppers are making a very respectable showing too, except for the time he tried to incorporate some fresh pandan extract and fucked up the liquid ratio, leaving him with a dripping mess that Mary’d declined to even try.
Afterwards, Steve had seen him leaning against a tree and struggling to light a cigarette. Steve went over for no particular reason, flicking on his lighter and holding it out like a peace offering. Eddie looked at him warily, but bent over the offered flame.
“Can’t believe I made it through this one,” Eddie said after a moment, white smoke curling out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I feel like that every week.” Steve leaned against the tree next to Eddie. It was a big tree, the kind that’s probably been growing in this field since before England was even England.
“Nah, but—c’mon, you know what I mean.”
“You had some bad luck with your showstopper. Happens to the best of us, man. Your signature hand pies looked sick as hell.” Steve’s own hand pies had turned out pretty well, so he was feeling generous. It had only been the third week; plenty of time for Steve to snag Star Baker, though even by that point, Steve had been getting the creeping feeling that he was being a little too American about the whole thing. Everyone else seemed to think competitiveness was some kind of deadly sin. It was—actually kind of nice, to get the same kind of nerves he’d always gotten before high school basketball games, but know that he wasn’t really fighting against anyone except himself in the tent.
Anyway, the very next week, Eddie had done some kind of kickass gothic castle with a shiny chocolate dragon and gotten Star Baker for the second time. Steve had clapped him on the back, appropriately manly. Eddie had pulled Steve into a real hug, arms tight around Steve’s shoulders and his whole lean body pressed up close and warm. It had only lasted a moment, and then Eddie had bounded over to Mel and Sue, both of whom he’s been thoroughly charming since the get-go.
Steve thinks that when this season—or, uh, series—airs, no matter where Eddie places, the entire country is going to be just as charmed. Eddie’s going to get whatever kind of cookbook deal or streaming show he wants. Sponsors will take one look at that handsome face and charismatic grin, and a whole world of possibilities is going to open up for Eddie.
Steve’s not in it for any of that, of course. He’s here kind of by accident, because Robin pushed him to apply, and it’s a goddamn miracle he’s been holding his own. Hell, it’s a miracle he’s in this country at all. When Robin had started looking at the Cambridge MPhil program in linguistics, she’d said wouldn’t it be great if and he’d snorted, yeah right, like I could ever get whatever job I’d need to move to another freaking country, but then—well. Things had happened the way they’d happened, and now Robin’s almost finished with her degree and Steve is taking time off from the London charity he works at in order to be on Bake Off.
He’s told all this to the cameras, plus the stuff about how baking started as a way for him to connect with the kids he used to babysit in Indiana, blah blah blah. He thinks it’s probably too boring for them to air, but he gets that they have to try to get a story anyway.
Eddie Munson, on the other hand, is probably going to be featured in all the series promos. Steve is rabidly curious about what Eddie’s story is, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to just ask. It should be the easiest thing in the world. They’ve got kind of a camaraderie going, the two of them; a bit of a bromance, as Mel’s put it more than once.
It’s true they get along pretty well, and the cameras have been picking up on it: on the way Eddie’ll wander over to Steve’s bench like a stray cat whenever they get some downtime, how they wind up horsing around sometimes, working off leftover adrenaline from the frantic rush of caramelization or whatever. There’s the time Eddie had hopped up on a stool to deliver some kind of speech from Macbeth, of all things, and overbalanced right onto Steve, who had barely managed to keep them both from careening into a stand mixer. Sue had patted Eddie on the shoulder and said, “Well, boys, that’ll be going in the episode for sure.”
They both get along with the other contestants just fine, of course, but they’re two guys of about the same age with no wife and kids waiting at home. It’s only natural that they’re gravitating together, becoming something like friends, Steve figures. It’s pretty great that he’s getting at least one real friend out of this whole thing.
It would be even greater if Steve could stop thinking about Eddie’s hands in decidedly non-friendly ways. With all the paperwork he’s signed, he can’t even complain to Robin about how Eddie looks with his sleeves pushed up to show off the tattoos on his forearms, kneading dough and grunting a little under his breath with effort. Steve had almost forgotten to pre-heat his oven that day.
Two benches away, Eddie fumbles the spoons he’s been juggling with a clatter, and he bursts out laughing, glancing over at Steve like Steve’s in on the joke. Steve grins back, heart twanging painfully in his chest, and thinks: well, fuck. Guess this is happening.
i need someone as unhinged as i am to befriend me so we can write fan fics about each other's ocs
Mika Kagehira.... Catmaid........
one catmaid Mika fresh out of the fryer for ya!
Does it hurt my love? Shhhh shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Daddy is here to keep his babygirl safe. God, your whines sound so pretty every time Daddy slaps your needy cunt. There’s no use in trying to escape, baby, and we both know no one can hear you but me. You look so helpless tied to that chair. I won’t lie, watching you squirm like that is turning me on even more. I wonder what other noises we could get to flow out of that pretty mouth of yours.
upside down, in the kitchen, in the grocery store, at 5am, down the street, in the shower, on top, on bottom, till the room turns white, till the walls are sweating, till the mattress needs to be rung out like a wet mop ‼️‼️
The Birth of Venus by Botticelli figure/bjd
Part of The Table Museum collection by Freeing
Link: |X|
It’s super breathtaking:
