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[malboraslihan]

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[mythshire]

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[malboraslihan]

[swearwolf-does-stuff]

80 gifs of OSCAR MORGAN as JAKE FAIRCROFT in DEATH IN PARADISE SEASON 11 EPISODE 2 // click on the source link below to be redirected to the gifs. all gifs were created from scratch by me. please respect my work - do not claim as your own or redistribute. edits are allowed with credit. these are free to use but if you like these gifs and would like to support me, please consider donating on ko-fi! lastly, please like and reblog if you find these useful or plan on using them in the future.

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[malboraslihan]

AND NOW I’ll NEVER SEE THAT UGLY ASS MESSI AGAIN IN MY LIFE THANK FUCK

[loredrops]

@malboraslihan asked: 13 for yare&dallas hehe 𝟱𝟱 𝗺/𝗳 𝘂𝘀.𝗳𝘄 𝗴𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀,

in reality they might have fought hard, but the truth was they loved harder. and when the rage burned off, what remained was heat of a different frequency. the gravitational pull of two people who, stripped of ego, recognized the other as home. in that quiet, skin to skin truce, they remembered why the storms were worth weathering at all.

he cant remember what argument number this was, but he did know that this was his favorite way to make up. they stumble backward onto the couch; gravity and need conspire, tipping him until he’s flat and she’s straddling his hips, knees bracketing his thighs in a declaration older than language. with his guidance he swings her leg over him — instinct, muscle memory, settling onto his lap the way someone might slip into a well worn seat. his hands hover at her hips, guiding her up and down. with the flushed rise of breasts above him, the sight knocks the remaining words clean out of him. he tries to prop himself up on an elbow, but she presses him down with a palm to his sternum. denim is stubborn; they fight it together in hushed curses and slippery laughter, stripping each other of zippers and pride until skin meets skin. when she finally sinks down onto his cock, slow and decisive, their combined gasp seems to silence the world. her thighs clutch his hips, cadence building as she rolls forward. each glide a re-negotiation of everything they thought was broken. "there you go ... take all of it." he feels her stretch across his hardness as callused hands span the arch of her back, guiding without dictating. memorizing sweat slick curves. for once, dallas isn’t steering the play. she is. "fuck baby —" locking eyes with her, because for once he refuses to look away. she rides him harder, jaw slack, hair swinging in dark curtains that brush his cheeks. pressure coils low in his spine; he drags a thumb across the taut bud of her nipple, watches her shudder, then slides that same hand to where they join, circling until her rhythm falters, sharpens. he could flip them, dominate, prove some pointless point, but the urge detonates before it even forms, because yielding now is a different kind of strength. letting her ride out the chaos she usually dreads, sculpting it into power between them, feels like the purest act of love he’s managed in months. his fingers grip into her ass, helping push her weight onto him, as she rides him. and in that surrender, he tastes a deeper realization. if she can own the tempo here, maybe they can relearn how to share it everywhere else.

[stereoserenades]

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver. yare/kane 😅

[  TAKE  ]:  sender  takes  a  hit  meant  for  receiver. —  kane  and  yare

he  should  have  known  better  than  to  bring  her  here.  men  recognized  his  face  before  they  knew  his  name,  and  they  knew  his  name  before  they  knew  a  single  honest  thing  about  him.  she’d  only  stepped  away  for  a  couple  minutes  though  he  tracked  her  without  thinking,  a  habit  that  survived  the  years  they  spent  pretending  they  belonged  to  separate  lives.  by  the  time  she  returns,  another  man  has  occupied  the  empty  space  beside  him  with  the  effortless  arrogance  of  someone  who  mistakes  confidence  for  entitlement.  kane  watches  the  interaction  unfold  without  intervening  at  first.  yare  has  never  needed  rescuing.  she  smiles  politely,  declines  just  as  politely,  already  angling  herself  back  toward  kane  before  the  stranger  decides  politeness  is  an  insult.  then  his  gaze  lands  on  kane  with  equal  parts  recognition  and  contempt.  so  that’s  him  ?  kane  doesn’t  answer.  the  stranger  laughs  under  his  breath,  loud  enough  for  the  people  nearby  to  hear.  figures  you’d  be  hanging  around  with  a  washed-up  psycho.  the  words  don’t  wound,  having  built  an  entire  adulthood  around  allowing  insults  to  dissolve  before  they  ever  reach  bone.  yare,  however,  shifts  closer  and  that  tiny  movement  is  enough  to  remind  him  that  this  stopped  being  about  his  pride  the  second  she  entered  the  equation.  it  always  does.  every  version  of  him  worth  salvaging  has  been  built  around  the  simple  desire  to  keep  her  untouched  by  the  uglier  parts  of  him. “  walk  away.  ”  a  calm  and  even  invitation,  not  a  threat.  the  man  mistakes  restraint  for  weakness.  what  ?  afraid  you’ll  end  up  back  in  juvie  ?  his  jaw  tightens.  once,  that  sentence  would  have  been  enough.  sophomore-year  kane  would’ve  welcomed  the  excuse,  that  version  of  him  leaving  a  boy  unconscious  and  spending  his  junior  year  learning  that  survival  demanded  brutality.  but  yare  had  already  spent  years  mourning  that  boy.  he’s  spent  even  longer  making  sure  she  never  has  to  meet  him  again.  “  i’m  only  gonna  tell  you  once.  ”  the  stranger  scoffs,  taking  another  deliberate  step  backward,  creating  just  enough  distance  to  feel  brave.  his  fingers  close  around  the  neck  of  an  empty  beer  bottle.  kane  sees  the  shift  in  his  shoulders  before  the  bottle  ever  leaves  his  hand.  he  moves,  so  does  yare.  “  no—  ”  she  reaches  for  his  arm,  instinctively  trying  to  pull  him  away  from  the  confrontation.  she’s  followed  him  into  danger  since  they  were  sixteen,  convinced  she  can  always  pull  him  back  before  he  crosses  the  line.  he’s  never  once  considered  the  possibility  that  she’d  be  the  one  standing  in  its  path.  the  bottle  misses  him  by  inches  and  glass  explodes  against  the  side  of  her  face.  the  world  narrows  into  unbearable  silence.  every  voice,  every  song,  every  shattered  fragment  hitting  the  floor  recedes  beneath  the  singular,  devastating  realization  that  the  violence  meant  for  him  has  found  the  one  person  he  has  spent  his  entire  life  trying  —  and  repeatedly  failing  —  to  protect. 

[malboraslihan]

unprovoked...

[1liv]

LUCIEN LAVISCOUNT in This Time Next Year (2024)

[filmgifs]

CAUGHT STEALING (2025) dir. Darren Aronofsky

[malboraslihan]

is discord making gifs look disgusting to anyone else...

[wesandresons]

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[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them. — kit & nadia

RP MEME : NONVERBAL PROMPTS

she  can  sense  his  presence  before  seeing  him.  it  had  been  that  way  since  their  early  high  school  years;  knowing  he  had  entered  the  hallway  before  he  crossed  the  sea  of  people  to  reach  her,  sensing  he  was  walking  up  to  her  as  she  gossiped  with  her  friends  during  lunch.  she  could  find  him  in  every  crowd,  and  the  feeling  had  more  than  once  been  reciprocal.  how  he  could  immediately  spot  her  in  the  bleachers  even  if  she  changed  spots  from  game  to  game,  how  he  could  turn  his  head  in  the  right  direction  the  exact  moment  he  exited  the  locker  room.  nadia  used  to  fantasize  about  it,  how  they’d  move  to  a  different  city,  he’d  find  her  in  every  college  game  in  the  crowd  and  she’s  wink  at  him  from  the  age  after  every  performance,  connected  and  intertwined  to  the  point  they  were  almost  magnetic. and  then  things  changed,  because  of  course  they  would.  high  school  sweethearts  was  only  a  thing  in  the  movies  and  reality  had  hit  her  even  before  the  graduation  cap  went  flying  above  their  heads.  even  then,  she  had  made  her  mission  to  not  see  it,  him  with  another  girl,  him  flirting  with  another  girl.  she’d  turned  the  other  way  so  many  times,  gone  without  reapplying  her  lipstick  so  she  could  evade  the  bathroom  chatting,  skipped  a  few  many  parties  so  she  wouldn’t  be  tricked  by  that  pull.  until  prom  happened.  and,  of  course,  he  wouldn’t  go  alone,  neither  would  she.  but  she  could  still  see  him,  opposite  sides  of  the  room,  swaying  with  some  girl  she  barely  knew,  meeting  her  gaze  through  the  sea  of  bodies  and  looking  away  just  as  quickly  as  she  did.  she’d  finally  met  the  downside  of  their  connection. tonight,  it’s  not  much  different.  he’s  standing  in  a  corner  but  she  spots  him  immediately,  smile  surfacing  only  to  die  down  a  moment  later,  swallowing  dry  before  reaching  for  the  counter,  needing  some  drink  to  distract  her  from  the  vision.  it  didn’t  look  like  a  date  —  granted,  it  had  been  a  while  since  she’s  been  in  one  —  but  the  setting  didn’t  feel  casual  either.  she  refused  to  look  back,  holding  her  shoulders  to  her  ears  as  she  kept  her  back  to  whatever  was  going  on  in  the  opposite  side  of  the  bar.  maybe  she  had  been  fool  enough  to  think  there  was  something  sparkling  again  between,  or  even  innocent  to  read  it  as  anything  more  than  drunk  people  who  had  history  on  their  shoulders.  if  he  was  on  a  date  then,  maybe  she—  the  thought  is  cut  short  as  head  shifts  in  his  direction  again,  so  absentmindedly  she  doesn’t  have  time  to  stop  herself,  swallowing  the  shock  as  his  eyes  are  the  first  thing  she  meets.  it’s  quick,  because  her  cheeks  burn  up  and  she’s  looking  away  again,  refusing  to  return  the  smile  that  spreads  over  his  features.   she  considers  leaving,  dropping  some  money  on  the  counter  and  turning  to  the  grocery  store  for  a  bottle  of  wine  instead.  she  considers  turning  back  and  letting  him  see  her  frown,  making  sure  he  knows  she’d  thought  there  was  something  blooming  between  them  again.  but  she  doesn’t  neither,  just  stays  in  place,  drink  sitting  in  front  of  her,  because  she  can  feel  him  walking  in  her  direction.