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Honestly my gender pipeline is probly just.
Driving- car crash (she/they), driving, car crash (they/them), second car crash (xe/xem), car crash (she/her), driving, car crash (she/xe), driving, car crash (she/he),driving, bird hits the window (+it/its), driving, stop at restaurant (she/he/it/they/xe), driving-,
I have clearly been on Tumblr too long, because I've been trying to find some source texts on mythological creatures, etc, and somehow accidentally keep happening across illustrations from a 19th century book called Dictionnaire Infernal (I'm not even looking for demonology stuff). That's not the "too long on tumblr" part.
The "too long on tumblr" part is taking one look at these illustrations and immediately thinking "these are Tumblr sexymen, I must share these with my people".
So, please enjoy some crunchy screengrabs of the cutest little infernal guys you've ever seen.
Feel free to go find more demonic cuties on Wikimedia Commons
Onomatopoeia
Rattle. Click. Creaaaak.
Slam.
Jingle. Clash.
Rustle. Ziiiiiip.
Sigh.
"Babe?"
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Knock. Knock.
"Babe?"
Rattle. Click.
"I'm home. You in here?"
Mmm. Ah. Ah. Ahhh... ungh...
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Sigh... mmmm...
"Baby..."
"John..."
Schlick. Schlick... Sigh.
Groan. Shhhhh.
Lick. Lick. Lickkkk.
"Ahhh! Ah. Ah. John!"
Shhhh-sh-sh. Mmm.
Suck. Lick. Suck. Lick. Smack. Ungh.
"Pretty thing..."
Schlickkkkkk.
"Mmmmm... fuck... John..."
Plap, plap, plap...
Growl.
Slip. Slide. Slip.
Ahhhhhhh...
Smack, smack, smack...
Bang, bang, bang...
Ungh, ungh, unnnngh!
Shhh... mmmm... ungh...
"Bloody hell."
Whimper. Whine. Mewl.
"Please, John... please..."
Grunt. Growl.
Lick. Kiss. Bite.
Smack.
Smack.
...
...
...
Smack.
"Fuck! Baby..."
Shudder. Tremble.
Whimper. Sigh.
Pant. Pant. Pant.
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss...
Rustle. Slide.
Kiss.
WHO: @sydncyfitzpatrick WHERE: Sydney’s Apartment, Downtown
Carrying a pan of her mama’s fudge in her hands, Greer didn’t both to knock as she made her way into Sydney’s apartment. “Honey, I’m home!” She called out as she deposited her keys and the fudge on the kitchen counter after sliding out of her boots and leaving them by the front door. “And I brought presents! Aside from myself, ya know. Because my presence is a gift.” Smirk on her features, the blonde made her way further into the apartment, hearing music and running water coming from the bathroom, she debated for less than a second before opening the door and walking in, padding quietly so she didn’t alert her best friend to her presence in the small bathroom yet. She paused for a moment before opening the curtain part of the way and sticking her head inside with a big, grin. “Boo!” She said as she waited for Sydney’s response, laughter already bubbling up in her chest.
FMK: Sebastian, Bass, Seb. Go! Go! Go!
Friendzone: Bass
Maybe Block His Number: Seb
Keep Away: Sebastian
“I hope that answers your question @sebsterling.”
HONESTY HOUR.
Standing at the bar holding a glass of tequila and sliding the lime wedge around the rim, Thea let out an annoyed sigh. “God damn, I know this place is near the water and all but does anywhere in this town serve tacos that don’t contain any fuckin’ fish?” She asked to no one in particular, the annoyance clear in her voice as she took a sip from the glass before setting it down. Leaning forward, trying to get the bartender’s attention, Thea posed the question. “The shrimp tacos... should I bother? Or is there a food truck near by I should be giving my money to? And be honest! I know you work here but if the tacos are shit...”
@wilmingtonstarters
Food For Thought
“ Why do villains always give a 'choice'? Hang a bus or yer love, choose which one dies, choose which one hurts. What is it. Judgin’ our morals? Dey really think, at dis point, dat de hero types ain’t gonna try to save both? An’ probably win? Folks might get hurt but seems dere’s always a way, non? I guess dey all just stupid. Bella or Rogue, Henri or Genevieve, myself or de only poor Morelock I could find.. Guild or X-Men, life or death, blah blah blah... Fuck’s wit dat?”
Aziraphale stood in the shadow of a building, the only edifice in war-torn London that had -- miraculously -- remained untouched by bombs and looters alike. That it was also the Entrance to Heaven didn’t bear mentioning; was rather implied.
Too Many Superfluous Miracles. The intricately scripted missive in the angel’s hand was merely a written reminder of the dressing down he’d received from head office. Just another failing for his file, already crowded with transgressions of a similar nature. Aziraphale was simply too... soft. Especially when it came to human suffering.
“....not much of an angel, I suppose.” He murmured beneath his breath, though something in his chest tugged helplessly at the idea, like a bird caught in a net. How could it be GOD’s will, to ration miracles when so many of HER children were hungry and homeless and bereft of hope? What was the point of having the power to make things better, if he couldn’t use it?
Aziraphale stared down at the formal reprimand for a moment longer, his brow grooved with lines, before folding it neatly into fours and tucking the square inside an interior pocket of his coat. He could play the fool a while longer yet, let Gabriel strip him of dignity, if that was what it took. GOD might have abandoned the World in this war, but he would not.
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