Holy Hell Mr.Handsome. My GOD he is fine.
Every time he came on screen I did too

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Keni
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Stranger Things

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
occasionally subtle
Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
almost home
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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we're not kids anymore.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Holy Hell Mr.Handsome. My GOD he is fine.
Every time he came on screen I did too
Never be afraid again
What Jake’s going to see when he goes to that cave
OOOOOH this is so eerie and cool I love it~!
confidential footage of me hypnotizing jc to let ao’nungs hair down in avatar 4
tarsem watching jake tear his sons a new one during the train heist after being the one to give lo'ak the gun to begin with
I can’t wait to see which gun they give tuk in a4
We need more virgin!reader who’s a freak x experienced!character who’s shy
Pleaseeeee someone! Anyone!!!
dream blunt rotation (i'm the blunt)
mellll. i am plagued by visions of a human reader cuddling with neytiri 😔 she's got such long limbs to gather you up in. prob gets annoyed by your exopack, but keeps aggressively rubbing her scent on you anyway <3333
asjhgdjkaljdhgf YES !!! babe yessssss omfg. being completely swaddled in her arms, warm and cosy and unable to leave even if you want to (you don't) because you're quite literally tangled in her long limbs. a thick thigh in between yours, a heavy calf atop your ankle, an arm strewn around your waist and another wrapped protectively over your head.
a big palm smoothing up your ribcage, down your hips, teasingly pinching the meat of your ass. she smiles when you whine about it, and huffs a small chuckle when you try fruitlessly to wiggle away from her wandering fingers.
she rubs her cheek over the crown of your head to scent you while you doze, and knocks the bridge of her nose into the side of your exopack petulantly because she wants to brush her cheek against yours, but can't outside of the outpost :( so she settles for gently rubbing the inside of her wrists on every bit of skin she can reach to scent you, which is... a lot (long arms and no qualms about half-undressing you in the process lol).
Sea princess 🌊🐚💚
Guys rate my short story for english class, had to be 190-310 words...
The room seemed less spacious once she was bedridden. Of the few activites she could participate in, reading was one she quite enjoyed, though her mind has been clouded by the curse of age- bad cess to time no doubt. Very few of her books remained untouched, one having become quite an antiquity in its years. This book, most recessed on the shelf, was what she claimed to be ‘haunted’. She claimed the very essence of the words would scream and wail in the depths of its cover, nevertheless, it appeared in her lap and before she could consider, she was 10 pages deep, already lost in the plot.
As she continued reading, the world seemed to stop, as the sounds of gunfire filled the air. Women and children screaming, muffled rioting in the streets, and a young woman, in front of her, speaking words with no meaning- an unvoiced cry- she tried to respond, but she couldn’t understand, she looked around, for someone, anyone to help, but as she took a moment to glance at herself, she was not a wise 84 year old woman suffering in her years, but a small girl with dirty clothes and grotesque living conditions. A fire erupts from the streets as a French soldier passes by.
All of this is new and terrifying, she should leave, but in the back of her mind she knows she can’t. This is where she’s meant to be, here, with this woman who speaks in tongues and voices she doesn’t recall. The sound of a plane passes overhead, followed by a heat, a ringing, then silence.
“Penvah ‘Penny’ Datuou, pronounced dead at 14:24, age 84.” It was the doctors, the
ones who often adminisered her medicine, they took the book from her lap and closed it, the title, “Journal de Penva.”
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