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split me in half, my General

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PEDRO PASCAL photographed by Paul Mescal

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🕯 🕯 🕯

🕯 May you have the 🕯

🕯 absolute thirstiest 🕯

🕯 of thirst dreams of 🕯

🕯 whatever fictional 🕯

🕯 character you’re 🕯

🕯 hyper-fixating on at 🕯

🕯 the moment 🕯

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PEDRO PASCAL greeting fans in Oviedo | hogueracomics on X

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Ugh 😫 Heartbreaking news. Thank you for the insight, though, I really appreciate it!

Throwing this out into the void in case anyone has any insight…

As many of you saw, The Uninvited was available very briefly on Amazon Prime Video over the weekend. The announced TVOD release date had been today - Tuesday, November 19, so it was a surprise. But if you’re like me and thought to yourself “I’ll go back and rent it tomorrow,” you’ll know that it was taken down by the next morning.

As of now, it still is not available for rental or purchase anywhere on streaming, and to my knowledge, no other announcements have been made about its release.

Does anyone have happen to have any insight into what might be going on behind the scenes? I just wanna meet Lucien, y’all. I’ll wait as long as I need to, I suppose, but I’m getting antsy 😅

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Throwing this out into the void in case anyone has any insight…

As many of you saw, The Uninvited was available very briefly on Amazon Prime Video over the weekend. The announced TVOD release date had been today - Tuesday, November 19, so it was a surprise. But if you’re like me and thought to yourself “I’ll go back and rent it tomorrow,” you’ll know that it was taken down by the next morning.

As of now, it still is not available for rental or purchase anywhere on streaming, and to my knowledge, no other announcements have been made about its release.

Does anyone have happen to have any insight into what might be going on behind the scenes? I just wanna meet Lucien, y’all. I’ll wait as long as I need to, I suppose, but I’m getting antsy 😅

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“Get a load of this guy” yeah I'm trying

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@giftober 2024 | DAY 24: Summer Time ➛ The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022)

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5. Tattoo Artist Joel Miller. “Is it going to hurt?” you ask, your voice softer than you intend, as he wipes down your skin with the cool, antiseptic pad. The studio feels smaller somehow, the low hum of the fluorescent light punctuating the silence.

Joel’s smirk widens, his chocolate-dusted eyes crinkling at the corners, a contrast to the roughness of his tattooed hands. Those hands have seen a lot—ink and pain, skin and scars. “S’not gonna hurt, darlin’,” he drawls, the deep rasp of his voice washing over you like crushed velvet. “I’ll be gentle. Promise.” He sniffs in hard. "These flowers are gonna look real pretty on ya."

Your gaze shifts to the trolley beside him. He’s calm and methodical as he readies the needles, the glint of steel catching the light, and arranges the small pots of ink. Black, dark crimson, a hint of gold. Colors you know will stay etched on your skin forever. But it’s not the permanence of the tattoo that has your pulse quickening—it’s him. The way he stands, towering yet relaxed as he pulls on the black latex gloves, his tattooed arms flexing under the plaid as he works. The curve of his plush mouth as he focuses.

“What if I don’t want you to be gentle?” The words tumble out before you can stop them, bold and reckless. Your chest tightens as you see the effect they instantly have on him.

He pauses, his giant mitt hovering over the inkpot, and looks at you. All dark and focused. A subtle shift in the air, charged now, heavy with something unspoken but undeniable. The tattooed skin around his neck stretches as he tilts his head, cracking it from side to side, a move that feels as much a warning as it does a promise.

“Like last night...�� you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel's gaze locks onto yours, unrelenting, and the corner of his mouth twitches. The memory of last night flickers between you like a spark catching fire—his touch, not gentle, but consuming; his voice, not soft, but raw and commanding. You can still remember him all over you like a wild animal, smell him emanating out from your pores. Feel him still pooling between your legs. Your heart races as you see the shift in his stance, the way his scruffed jaw tightens, and the way his thick fingers curl slightly, as if he’s fighting the urge to do anything but ink you right now.

“You sure you wanna go there, darlin’?” His voice drops, low and gravelly, the smirk replaced by something far more serious. “’Cause if you don’t want gentle, I can do that. But you gotta ask for it.”

"Ask... or beg?" You smirk up at him and he moves closer.

"Gonna give it to ya all the same, flower." He glides the tip of his prominent nose across yours and inhales, pausing for a second as he collects himself. You hear him groan in satisfaction as your fingers wind through and clasp at the silvery curls at his nape.

Your lips part, and you feel the heat of your own breath as his words wash over you. He’s waiting, patient but unyielding, his gaze never wavering. And in that moment, you realize the tattoo might not be the only permanent mark Joel Miller leaves on you.

💡You meet a dark and brooding tattoo artist who not only leaves ink on your skin, but a permanent mark across your heart.

-> JETT'S 'WIP-SPIRATION' MOOD BOARDS

-> JETT'S MOOD BOARDS

Thank you to lovely @millersblud for creating a tattooed up Joel for me! Love you! 🥹🖤

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I have filthy thoughts about tattoo artist!boba

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Reblog to give prev a fucking break holy shit y’all

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Ok but this is so Joel Miller like OMFG

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WIP Weekend

Thanks so much for the tag, @djarins-cyare!

Sharing a little snippet of the Epilogue of Quarry today. It's very bittersweet to finally be here after working on this fic for over a year, but I'm excited to share it with you and to have more bandwidth to start taking on other projects.

The full version is coming soon - hopefully this week!

“Plenty of work to be done here,” Cara retorted. “City’s growing every day. I could always use a deputy, and I’m sure we could find a spot for your girl somewhere. Not nearly enough people with your skills around here yet,” she continued, flashing you a smile. “You could be one of the first. Open your own shop. Karga would approve your business license in a heartbeat.” You huffed a soft laugh. She was right, of course. You could do it if you wanted – start your own business, repair broken hardware, design custom mods, restore vintage ships. You could probably even build them from scratch if you found a good parts supplier. It would be a good life, a stable life. Shipbuilding was a lucrative business, and you could be your own boss, something that had felt like a pipe dream during your years of servitude on Chardaan. But one look at Din had you shaking your head and slipping your hand under the table to rest on his thigh, giving him a comforting squeeze. Your bounty hunter wasn’t ready for that kind of life just yet. You could feel it in the tightness of his muscles beneath your hand, could see it in the way he crossed his arms over his chest at the suggestion. Someday, you thought that might be something he wanted, but for now, you could feel the itch to return to his nomadic life among the stars burning under his skin as if it were your own. “That’s generous of you. But we can’t stay,” you said after a beat. “It’s not time for us to settle just yet.”

NP Tags: @yxtkiwiyxt, @shchristine, @80ssong, @mountainsandmayhem, @sunshinehaze1

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I’m fine with this realization.

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oh idk maybe you should explain it to me in a soft voice while i suck on ur thumb

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*sees the icon of a mutual I literally never talk to* oh look it’s my Friend