Show Me Your Good Side,

"Directing film is passion, so much of this ‘potential’ I have, yet it goes unrecognized for reasons that I find, how you say 'absurd.' But who's really to say what's too dark or too white? I travel from Germany to the States, in hopes to have my original touch on films be known world-wide on the big screens and for the little people to find their places in my art. Everyone-- each have special place in my work, I strongly encourage your audition. The camera my dears, oh it will love you. And please, call me Vahn." "Give me your best smile." {{Independent Canon/OC Roleplay blog for Erroll Vahn Volkheim (Courage the Cowardly Dog)}} {{tag: itsallinthescript}}

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The first time he calls you holy, you laugh it back so hard your sides hurt. The second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth. He has always surprised you into surprising yourself. Because he’s an angel hiding his halo behind his back and nothing has ever felt so filthy as plucking the wings from his shoulders— undressing his softness one feather at a time. God, if you’re out there, if you’re listening, he fucks like a seraphim, and there’s no part of scripture that ever prepared you for his hands. Hands that map a communion in the cradle of your hips. Hands that kiss hymns up your sides. He confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worship and,oh, you put him on his knees. When he sinks to the floor and moans like he can’t help himself, you wonder if the other angels fell so sweet. He says his prayers between your thighs and you dig your heels into the base of his spine until he blushes the color of your filthy tongue. You will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please. No damnation ever looked as cozy as this, but you fit over his hips like they were made for you.You fit, you fit, you fit. On top of him, you are an ancient god that only he remembers and he offers up his skin. And you take it. Who knew sacrifice was so profane? And once you’ve taught him how to hold your throat in one hand and your heart in the other, you will have forgotten every other word, except his name.

PROFANE, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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Tropical Fruit (by Half Baked Harvest)

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Bakery Style Chocolate Chip Muffins

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