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[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Dodge Omni 024 De Tomaso Package, 1980. The coupe version of the Omni hatchback was available with De Tomaso designed trim and wheels though the standard Chrysler 2.2 litre 4 cylinder engine. In total 1,952 units were made before it was discontinued in 1982.

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happy spawn day to everyones favorite samurai!!!!!!!

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Is the Screaming Death on your list at all? That's my giant demon baby.

My god! It's you! 🫵 The cool person who leaves my favorite ever tags!!

To answer the question, I DO have it on my list :] Here you go good sir

Dragon #24 - Screaming Death

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🎱ddballs: 1981 Dodge Omni 024 DeTomaso

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I'M SORRY, I COULDN'T RESIST

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Day 7: Genderfluid Bonnethead Shark

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✨️ Hello everyone! ✨️

My name is Heidi (previously story-stew, now pocketmania), and welcome to my oneshot blog, where I write about characters I know, either per request or because I'm bored. Below, you'll find just about everything you need to know!

Now onto the thingy ♪

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌What Do I Write For?

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(I'm currently working on making Masterlists!)

Spooky Month 💀🎃

Friday Night Funkin' 🎤🎶

Splatoon 🎨🔫

The Amazing Digital Circus 🎪🎉

ENA 🌙🎭

Sally Face 🎮👻

Hotline 024 (Sunset Hills) ☎️👽

Mouthwash 🪥☄️

Chainsaw Man ⛓️🩸

Murder Drones 👾🔋

Minecraft: Storymode 🗡🐷

Miscellaneous ⁉️

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I Will Write...

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Vanilla ✨️

Lemon 🔞

Fluff ☁️

Comfort ❤️‍🩹

Lime 🍋💚

Angst 🤬

x readers / Canon x Canon 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Headcanons 💭

Alphabets 🔠

AU's (Alternate Universes) 🌌

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I Will Not Write...

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Rape, anything noncon

Proships

Pedophilia

Zoophilia

Necrophilia

Animal abuse

Incest

Anything with a fetish

You get the idea

(If you're unsure about whether I will write something or not, just check with me)

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If you'd like me to write something for you, here's how to ask me :]

Put down the emojis of the fandom, the genre + its emoji(s), the character(s) you want me to write for, and then the prompt so I can get writing

EX: (☎️👽❤️‍🩹👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💭) - Hotline 024 comfort headcanons

‼️ I will always clarify if my requests are closed or not in my description!

‼️ If you're going to be anonymous, maybe give yourself some sort of name so I can remember you, especially if you're going to frequent my requests (I will put the anon in the hashtags just in case you like what they request ^^)

EX: "🎶 Anon"

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The Extra!

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It might take me a little longer to write about characters I do not know as much about as others

Please be patient, I'm scatter-brained and tend to procrastinate (and I'm also sometimes busy)

Smut (lemon) 🔞 and Lime 🍋💚 are exclusive to 18+ characters. Characters that are minors will have gore, vulgarity, and violence set to a minimum.

The theme of my blog might often change, but the name will stay the same so it's easy to find

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— Heidi 🧁

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[ihni]

The flower whisperer

First fill for the @harringrove-flip-reverse-it; day 1, prompt: "Language of flowers" (SFW prompt turning slightly NSFW)

(Read it on AO3 here)

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The bell over the door jingled happily, and Steve wasn’t exactly surprised to see Billy enter the flower shop. It was a Friday, after all, and Billy usually came in on Friday afternoons, and had done so for the last couple of months.

At first he’d just bought a random bouquet of flowers and left, but as the weeks passed he and Steve started talking more. Small talk at first, and then Billy started asking Steve for his opinions on what flowers to use for his bouquet, and sounded surprisingly interested when Steve got to talk about one of his favorite subjects; different flowers and their meaning. Billy lingered for longer each time, even walking around the shop and appearing happy to just hang out there and wait if Steve was busy with other customers.

Sometimes, Steve wondered who the lucky lady was who got all of Billy’s flowers. The guy wasn’t wearing a ring and he never mentioned a girlfriend, but who else could it be for? One time in the very beginning, Steve had asked who it was for – just to get a feeling of what kind of flowers would be suitable, of course – and Billy had gotten a soft look on his face and even given a crooked smile as he replied, “A … special lady”.

So yeah. Probably girlfriend. Which meant that Steve didn’t have a chance, which was a shame really because he’d recently come to terms with the fact that he was into men just as much as he was into women, and Billy was definitely someone he was into. The man was gorgeous, with his long dark-blond hair and very slightly freckled skin (Steve had been delighted when he’d first seen the freckles, following a couple of sunny days in April) and perfect teeth that were almost blindingly white when he smiled. And he was funny too; biting and sarcastic and quick as a whip, and he could get Steve laughing like no one else – and blushing too, like the times he called Steve ‘pretty boy’ or ‘gorgeous’ and Steve couldn’t help the flutter in his chest.

Steve knew that it wasn’t real flirting – no matter what Robin said – because of the aforementioned girlfriend, but still. It gave Steve the butterflies whenever it happened.

So he was always looking forward to Fridays, and was always happy to see who he was considering to be his favorite customer. Which is why his face split in a grin as soon as he turned around at the jingle of the bell and saw who was there.

But something was off, this time. Billy wasn’t smiling back. Wasn’t sauntering up to the counter and leaning over it like he usually did. Didn’t even say hello. No, this time he stalked up to where Steve was standing and said, short and to the point, “I need a bouquet.”

Not used to such a direct approach without at least some small talk first, but hiding his confusion behind his customer service skills, Steve straightened up. “Uh, okay, are you looking for anything in particular?” He winced internally at the formal tone of voice he had adopted.

Billy didn’t seem to mind, though, as he was also in business-mode. “I need something that says ‘I want you. I need you. I desire you carnally.’”

Hearing those words coming out from Billy’s mouth made Steve’s mind screech to a halt. His mouth fell open and he had to blink a couple of times to come out of his stupor. “Oh. That’s … graphic.” He winced again, visibly this time, because, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Um. I mean, the customer is always right, and all.” He attempted a laugh that sounded more like he was getting strangled, and powered through to avoid letting Billy speak. “Okay! Let’s see. Um. You could use mistletoe, for ‘kiss me’, and a rose for ‘passion’? And maybe, um, sweet pea for ‘pleasure’?”

Leaning on the counter now, Billy still didn’t smile. He held steady eye contact with Steve as he said, “How about ‘I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and you are everything I think about. It is becoming a problem, and my friends are starting to complain about the amount of time I spend talking about you.’”

Okay, wow. Maybe Steve was wrong before? Maybe it wasn’t a girlfriend that Billy was buying the flowers for, but a potential girlfriend? And now he was going in for the kill.

“That’s a … tall order.” Putting aside his own soul-crushing disappointment, he tried to keep his voice steady as his mind whirred. “I’d probably go with a calla for ‘beauty’, daffodils for ‘you’re the only one’ and primrose for ‘I can’t live without you’.” He thought for a second, and added, “And perhaps gladiolus, which means ‘give me a break’, I mean, for your friends’ reaction, although I’m not sure it’s normally used that way …”

“Right, right,” Billy said somewhat distractedly, staring intently at Steve’s mouth – probably uncomfortable with putting words to his feelings for his crush in front of someone who was still basically a stranger. “And how do I say ‘I can’t stop thinking about how I want you tie me to the bed and fuck me filthy all night long, and not quit even when I’m begging for mercy. I don’t want to be able to stand up the next morning’?”

Steve blinked again. “You … want … you want this person to … “

“Fuck me. Filthy. All night long.”

“Right. Yup. That’s what I …” Steve swallowed and cleared his throat. “That’s what I thought you said.”

Billy was still staring at Steve, but looking straight into his eyes now. And had he gotten closer? Steve was pretty sure he was closer than he’d been a minute ago. And was it getting hot in here?

“I … You’d need a cactus,” Steve said, thankfully without his voice breaking. “For ‘endurance’. And you could add some grass, I guess, for, um … ‘s-submission‘.” This wasn’t for a potential girlfriend, was it? Steve had gotten it so wrong. “And maybe some tulips for … um. ‘Perfect lover’.”

For the first time since Billy had entered the shop, a slow smile spread over his face. “‘Perfect lover’, huh?” he purred. “I like the sound of that. Add like twenty of those.”

“I, uh,” Steve said, face flaming. “I actually don’t have all of that in at the moment. I can do some of them, but not … not all of them.”

“That’s fine,” Billy said, his tongue darting out through his lips, and great, now it was Steve’s turn to stare at his lips when he spoke. “You get the gist. Make me a bouquet out of what you’ve got in stock, pretty boy. Something for wooing.”

It was actually somewhat of a relief to turn away from Billy today. Steve was almost shaky when he walked around the store, putting together flowers that usually wouldn’t go very well together, but trying to make them look good nonetheless. During it all, he could feel Billy’s eyes on him as he walked around the shop.

Eventually, he had a finished bouquet, which he brought to the counter. He didn’t dare look up at Billy, even as he counted the cost and told Billy his total. Handing over the money, Billy took the flowers for a second, and then promptly shoved them into Steve’s chest.

Startled, Steve grabbed the bouquet so he wouldn’t drop it, and his eyes darted up to meet Billy’s.

“What –?”

“For you,” Billy said, gruffly.

Steve’s brain stalled for the nth time. He mentally went through all the things that Billy had asked for today, and felt his face heat up. “For me?”

“Yes. You.”

“But … Wait, don’t you have a girlfriend?”

That actually seemed to throw Billy for a loop. He frowned and looked genuinely confused. “No? I’m … gay?” Immediately after, he winced. Not used to saying it out loud, perhaps. Steve sometimes did the same when he talked about his own bisexuality. “What made you think I have a girlfriend?”

“You kept asking for flowers that meant, like, ‘you have beautiful eyes’ and ‘I am charmed by you’ and stuff like that, what was I supposed to think?”

“I was flirting – with you!”

“You – what?”

Billy looked heavenwards and muttered under his breath, “Oh my god, I can’t believe Heather was right.”

“Who’s Heather?” Steve couldn’t help asking.

“Well, not my girlfriend!” Billy said, with great emphasis. “Heather is my best friend – my very lesbian best friend – and she said that you probably didn’t even know I was flirting with you.” He looked down, and was that a dusting of pink on his cheeks? Adorable. “She told me that I needed to go in here and be as clear as I could possibly be about my … about my intentions. Which, you know,” he nodded to the bouquet that Steve was still holding. The filthiest bouquet he had ever had the pleasure of putting together.

Steve felt light-headed. Probably because all the blood in his brain had rushed south.

“Well … those intentions were … very clear.” He cleared his throat. “But I actually think we forgot about the ‘filthy’ part.”

“Yeah?”

“M-hmm,” Steve said. “The flower language – surprisingly – doesn’t have anything for that but, you know, we do have daisies in the shop, and they stand for innocence and purity, so you know …  You could always, like, burn one of those or something and spread the ashes over the rest of the flowers?” He gestured sprinkling something invisible. “As a finishing touch.”

Billy’s smile reemerged, with a – quite irresistible – mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“I like it. So … is that a yes to the date?”

“What date?” Steve said, letting a bit of snark come back into his voice. “You haven’t asked me yet.”

It only made Billy’s smile grow wider. “Would you, Steve, do me the honor of going on a date with me?”

Heart fluttering in his chest, Steve attempted to fight the twitching in his lips that wanted to bloom into a smile. Instead he raised his eyebrows and tried to play it cool. “Hmm. And what would we do on this date, if I say yes?”

Billy played along, his tongue peeking out again. “I was thinking dinner … maybe a movie of your choosing …”

“Classic date activity, I like it.”

“And then for us to go somewhere private where you can tie me to the bed and fuck me all night.”

Steve pointed a finger at him. “I’m going out on a limb here, but I’m guessing you want me to fuck you filthy?”

“Oh yeah, in the absolute filthiest manner you can manage. Yep.”

“Well then,” Steve said and straightened up. Turned his back and ignored the small questioning noise that Billy let out as he walked off into the back of the shop. But he wasn’t gone long. When he came back – still holding the suggestive bouquet in one hand – he handed Billy one single flower he had dug out from a mixed bouquet that had originally been for a wedding. “Looking forward to it,” he said, biting his lip.

With a nod – and definitely blushing now – Billy took the flower.

An anemone, for ‘anticipation’.

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perhaps she would be in a cartoon

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