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They Might Be Giants performing at Toad’s Place, 1988.
I disagree. Ghost holds hands when he is eating you put to.stop you from squirming so much
A/N: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader. Oral. Wet stuff. He’s nasty.
Outside of their “moments,” Ghost won’t touch her unless he has to. He maintains a professional distance, and a part of her longs to stake her claim. Hold his damn hand, so the team understands how he gets on his knees for her or allows her to ride him.
He’s a legend to them. A myth. The lone wolf whose kill count is in the thousands.
How many?
I don’t count ‘em.
Oh?
I don’t lose sleep if that’s what you’re asking.
They needle her, poke fun because she’s a woman, and it’s just so damn easy. Ghost never does, though. Ghost treats her like he treats everyone else with cool, stoic regard.
Except when he fucks her. There’s that.
In The Dark: 11
Ezra x f!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Series Masterlist
A/N: Thank you endlessly to both @mourningbirds1 and @the-ginger-hedge-witch for helping me with this one - they both gave me endless reassurance and great advice, and I couldn’t have done it without them. ❤️
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“This?”
You look up from the stack of used notebooks in your hands, glancing at the cover of the book Ezra’s holding.
“No.”
He nods, placing it next to him before reaching for his beer, taking a long pull. He sets the bottle back down next to his thigh, reaching for the next book in the stack in front of him.
“This one?”
You look up again, nodding. Watching him set that one into a box on his right, you make an internal face at how full it is already.
“This?”
You shake your head, and he places it just so in the discard pile. He picks up the next book, thumbing through the worn pages scribbled with ink in the margins and he flips it over, reading the back.
Sitting on your floor, he’s bathed in a warm glow, a line of light from your lamp highlighting the curve of his nose and bringing to surface the rich brown blended into the darker strands of his hair. The light fades in its reach around his face, the whiskered cheek facing you darkened with shadow and when he absentmindedly reaches for his beer again, you watch the movement of his mouth, and the swallow of his throat. Rain patters against the glass of the window in your living room, and the contrast between the bleak weather and the warmth of the room is cozy and comforting.
i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand
i'm curious, so put in the tags where you grew up and how you learned the four cardinal directions. i grew up in the south in the usa, and we learned "never eat slimy watermelon."
Imagine if people’s hair color matched their eye color
imagine no further. i am a real live wonder. dark brown eyes dark brown hair. try not to lose yer shit my friend… ;)
the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.
That's called being an adult
no it’s called being the bravest girl on planet earth
i hope november treats u so kindly. i hope u can experience beautiful moments and take care of urself, sending u so much love 💌
I would have asked Ezra but apparently Birdie just got lube, so I’m going with TMTC Din OR, hear me out… Cabin Frankie 😈
😘
YOU KNOW TMTC Din would do this. YOU KNOW HE WOULD.
But, because I love you so damn much, I'll give you Frankie ❤
Frankie Morales x f!reader, The Cabin Universe
Rating: Explicit
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He doesn't have to do it, not really.
You're already wet enough, almost soaked from the attention of his eager mouth, already slick from the slip of his tongue and the arousal dripping from you that wets it. But you're desperate, and whining and he's a lot - and so he spits.
I don’t actually have words for how properly terrifying the Empire is in this series. I saw someone say that Andor makes the Empire from the originals look like puppy kickers compared to mass murders and I cannot tell you how true that is.
Just in this episode alone we see the Empire and just how far they’ll go to maintain order. Killing 100 men in the blink of an eye because of a possible insurrection in a place where they have complete control. An insurrection that happened when the prisoners realized none of them would ever leave in anything other than a body bag- that they were to be turned over and recycled endlessly until the last of their breath left their bodies
We see that same Empire use horrifying technology on someone who shouldn’t even matter, a woman just trying to live in a galaxy that’s designed to chew her up and spit her out a moments notice
Children. They used the dying screams of children to torture her. For the simple crime of knowing. Of not complying.
And all the while we see a different struggle in the capital, as senators succumb to indifference and refuse to listen to the pleas of a woman who herself has no idea what these other characters are experiencing. We see them turn off their lights and leave because they aren’t listening, they’ve stopped trying to
That image of Mon haunts me, of her perfectly framed within the pristine white architecture of the embassy- a withering, artificial thing trapped in an entirely different prison, yet one that is entirely the same. Its the Empire, it demands complete compliance, utter control, and the moment you even think to protest, to raise your voice it does not hesitate to vaporize you into nothing but stardust
this week’s andor is one of the best depictions of a fascist dystopia ever committed on screen, i felt claustrophobic and oppressed just by watching it.
I waited 365 days to post this
does anyone else just absolutely crave the gray, gloomy autumn weather where the sky is overcast and the air feels like rain, where you can sit in your windowsill with a cup of hot tea and candles burning, and the deep gray of the sky contrasts with the fiery orange and bright yellows of the trees? where the air smells like wet leaves and it's cool outside, you can put on your favorite sweater and go for a walk in the light misting rain?
because i sure do.
i crave this shit!! and it's only july