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blake kathryn
DEAR READER
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if i look back, i am lost
todays bird
noise dept.
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@v1ntagecassette
artists fuck better because we turn sex into art, masterpieces, mattresses become canvases where we can paint our love to someone with bodies.
its like, impossible to come up with anything funnier than the experience of seeing this post
pharoahs fuck better because they ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh put the pussy in a scarmophogoghs
oh wait just realized i can edit my own posts.
like you can't edit reblogs anymore but you can still edit your own post even after it has a thousand notes or whatever.
i have the opportunity to do the funniest thing.
people who've seen good omens finale. we can't talk here. email me on jeremy renner app
does wiping the gays out of existence just to put them back in a different (less permanent) way count as bury your gays
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Relationships: Bill Cipher/Ford Pines Main Tags: Human Bill Cipher, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Bill Cipher Redemption, but trust me, that man has to Earn It, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Enemies to Lovers, toxic old man yaoi Summary:
Bill Cipher has made no progress in the Theraprism. If anything, he’s spent the past three hundred years deteriorating quicker than the orderlies can put him back together. Maybe that’s why he wakes up in the dirt outside the Mystery Shack three years after his failed Weirdmageddon, trapped in a powerless human body he’d rather explode than inhabit, stuck in a town he hates with all his squishy human heart.
Summer in Gravity Falls is never normal; with a former chaos god thrown into the pot, things are gonna get weird. That weirdness could prove fatal if he refuses to face what he’s spent a trillion years repressing. Bill’s fate lies in the Pines family’s hands (and though none of them know it just yet, the Pines family’s fates lie in Bill’s).
we're gonna pretend that the last time i updated wasn't before the dan and phil hard launch. we're going to hold hands and pretend it's been a normal amount of time
i love my hot hot girlfriend and if i delete this post it means i HATE her and want her to EXPLODE
Hi, just wanted to let you know that sharing a link to a ko-fi (or any other tip-giving platform) is against AO3's ToS (if you go to the FAQ, there's a link to the ToS FAQ that has specific information about commercial promotion and the like). I really enjoyed your stsg fic, also
anon you have saved me from potentially getting my ass kicked by ao3’s tos police and i owe you my life for that. could i have checked myself? absolutely. did i think to? literally not once
Chapters: 1/1 Relationships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru Summary:
Gojo’s hand has shot out to grab his face, tilting his head this way and that, examining him from every angle with those eyes that glitter like shattered glass even without a ray of sun to catch in them.
“You haven’t been sleeping.”
“You’re one to talk,” Geto says, failing to wrestle a derisive chuckle from his voice. “When was the last time you got more than four hours?”
“Deflecting. Come on, you think I can’t see these dark circles?” He prods at one. “You look like hell, Suguru.”
Geto crosses Gojo's path on a bad day for both of them. They're all bad days lately. Somehow, though, being together again — even if one of them has a raging migraine and the other is seething with doubt and guilt and anger — makes this particular day a little less miserable.
he has beautiful doe eyes and im like a ford f-150 going 80mph in the middle of the night
getting the worlds first "mime surgery" tomorrow despite my surgeons repeated warning that they dont know what that means
my phone isn’t charging even though i plugged her innnnn dramatic ass bitch. YOUR PUSSY IS FILLED! WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT
Can you stop bouncing and moaning on it 😐 please for the love of god
i see now that i shouldn’t have made this post on tumblr. specifically.
Big challenges
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Relationships: Halandil Fang/Bolaire Lathalia Characters: Bolaire Lathalia, Halandil Fang, Thjazi Fang Summary:
You are a thing. A tool. A weapon. You always have been. Every time you wake, you take up the same old part in the same old play.
Then you're sidetracked by a song - and all at once, it hits you.
You could be more than this.
