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New pictures of Sebastian

📸 @L’officielusa

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Possum Jenkins, The Love Haters, Dookie, Johnny Vulture, Benjamin Andre and Andre (ice cold) 3000 as The Love Below

HEY YA! (2003) Outkast

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idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.

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every time i see this i think of Clark cause imagine rolling over in bed when his big ass is knocked out next to u and his arm is on u and you can’t move cause it’s too heavy and you fell asleep w your legs tangled together so now it feels like ur locked in a bear trap and it’s a hundred degrees cause his bare skin is so warm all over you. but then u look at his face and its all relaxed and his hair looks so soft. just gigantic n sweet he rlly is like a cow

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No one owes artists anything.

But existence is lonely and sometime you throw hours and hours of effort into a void, on the slim chance it will say something back.

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Summer walks in nature. The Misty Pond of Villeneuve, 1908. Painter: Henri Biva, oil on canvas.

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Baby daddy's, for your enjoyment.

It might take August a while to get used to a human pooping machine.

Walter is used to it and Sy is soooo happy to be past that stage. (he doesn't realize there's another baby on the way shhh)

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goat fight. non-negotiable.

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New Orleans ❤

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Seb Stan doodles while my wrist heals

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Seb Stan doodles while my wrist heals

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You’re Like Me – Clark Kent x Reader

Summary:

Clark Kent’s life is the same everyday. But today is a bit different; today he meets you.

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! This is my first time writing in years, so be as nice as you can, and any feedback is so wonderfully appreciated!

<3

Every day was the same for Clark Kent. A mundane and rigid routine, only peppered by small victories such as rescuing cats from thunderous storms, or keeping a bus waiting for old grannies whose legs just can’t keep up like they used to. These things, while minor and insignificant to most, provided the warmth and hope that Clark needed for navigating this confusing world. Since he was a child, his life was one lived by an outcast, a stranger, an oddity; a life where he felt so alone.

And then there was You.

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It was one of his repetitive mornings, a Tuesday where the sunlight would dance in and out of the sunken clouds, opening the world up like curtains to its golden glow. Clark would pour himself a coffee, allowing ample time to truly feel the sun absorb into his skin. Another minor thing, and yet so significant to him.

Like clockwork, on his way to work he’d swing past the haggard beggar sitting opposite his apartment: his name was Joe, a deeply sensitive man who, after a few days of polite chit chat, Clark discovered had a strong penchant for caramel cappuccino’s. So became part of his sorry little routine where he would, of course, drop down one caramel cappuccino on his way back from work.

Today, he reached into his pocket to fish out his ten dollar note reserved, always, for Joe.

However, this moment in time proved to be unlike the others, for as Clark bent down to stuff his change into the cap, he just so happened to slam head first into another person. Clark was still upright, frazzled and embarrassed at causing a scene, and immediately began babbling as he attempted to help the other person up.

“God, I’m so so sorry– are you okay? That was my bad, I wasn’t watching where I was–” his words catch in his throat with your hand held firmly in his. You’re still on the floor, the coffee from your cup splattered all over your denim jacket. Amongst all of Clark’s instant self deprecation, a small peeking thought threatened to burst into something so colossal: you are an angel. It’s cheesy, it’s pathetic, it’s a thought Clark had never even stumbled upon not once in his life. Yet he just couldn’t help thinking it, with his frantic eyes locked on yours. Maybe it’s the way your smile never once left your face when falling through thin air, or maybe the musical laugh that spluttered out your mouth when you noticed the mess painted across your shirt - or maybe it’s the fact you’re carrying a coffee cup that’s from the same place Clark would frequent, as he realised that you must be visiting it for the same reason as him. For Joe.

You were still giggling as Clark pulled you up. Your eyes were soft, and forgiving, deeper than any of Earth’s seven seas.

“Yeah man, don’t stress it,” you reassured Clark, subconsciously fixing your jacket sleeve. You turned to Joe, who had been watching this unfold with deep amusement. “Sorry Joe, looks like this coffee wasn’t meant to be. Reckon you can wait while I head back for another?”

Before Joe even had a chance to open his mouth, Clark had already sheepishly butted in.

“No, please… Allow me,” Clark pleaded, his hand pulled to his chest in a show of apology. “I’ve just knocked you down like the klutz I am, let me pay for this one.”

Clark’s heart fluttered as you eyed him, scanning his intentions for what feels like forever. Then comes that smile again, the corners of your lips tilted like nothing bad could ever matter in your world.

“Well, looky, Joe. Aren’t you glad you got two admirers? Not only do you have me buying you a drink, but you have this poor man buying me buying you a drink,” you leaned back with the heartiest laugh Clark had ever heard, his heart swelling as he watched this beautifully quirky human with such pride. All he could think about in this moment is how he wanted you to be his. He couldn’t fathom right now letting someone as carefree, someone as emotionally rich as you pass him by. He’s not letting you go.

As if you could read his thoughts, you tilt your head to the side and gesture in the opposite direction.

“Well come on, now, specs. Life won’t wait for you.”

With that, you began walking back to the coffee shop with such resolve, like you knew you wouldn’t have to wait for him to follow. You were right, he was on your toes before he had another chance to think.

He wasn’t letting you go.

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Seb Stan doodles while my wrist heals

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On the 5th of February, a constellation of stars gathered at Queensland’s Home of the Arts for the annual Australian Academy of Cinema and Television Arts Awards (@aacta). To celebrate the evening, and before the guests made their way to a glowing afterparty hosted by @Rabanne, some of Australia's leading talents had their portraits taken. A chance to see these industry heavyweights in a more intimate setting, photographer Damian Bennett captured the night’s stars in a rare moment of calm. At the link in our bio, see all of the portraits. 📸 @damianbennettphoto

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Geralt: if I fuck you, will you stop?

Reader: it's a possibility

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Castiel, angel of the lord

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