#but speaking of 2011
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Sometimes I forget how many more pics of vettonso I'll get from 2010-2013 compared to the other seasons. I've only been looking through the seasons before and after those, but I just went to go look at 2011 and just on one website it was almost 1k and I'm like "oh...okay :)"
#im like oh 2011 wont be bad bcs im not worried abt spoilers and its not really fernando's year#and then its oh almost 1k!! okay!!#not upset about it ofc not#but until that im of course very used to crumbs. mere shreds of it#theres smth i guess about finding these little snippets#such as from Thursday 🤭🤭🤭🤭#but having so much im so !!!!!!!!!!!#not mentally prepared#but speaking of 2011#what was in the air at that one press conference in korea 2011??????#they wau they were looking at each other??????? and whispering into each others ears?????#and fernando cupping sebs cheek???????????#like what was going on? why were they being so cute :D#catie.rambling.txt
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I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"
Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.
imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws
#tintin#adventures of tintin#comic#captain haddock#archibald haddock#snowy#milou#fanart#the crab with the golden claws#i remember tintin crafting a trumpet to communicate with an elephant#and he remarks he must get the accent correct#very odd scenario but it shows he would be a stickler for that sort of thing#i also have to say accents do not indicate how smart someone is#a lot of pundits use an english accent to sound more credible#but i have to say there are a lot of fucking idiots here#me included#thank you 2011 film for validating my scottish haddock headcanon#any french speakers who have read to this point i wonder what your hcs are for his french speaking accent
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Lestappen wheel to wheel action, but it’s 2011 and they’re in go-karts.
Featuring: a Max & Charles front row, a double-overtake on Esteban Ocon, and Charles being a track terror. Max is 214 with the white helmet and Charles is 267 with the orange one.
#these are the highlights#I don’t speak Italian so don’t ask what any of the commentary is#sarno 2011#I might have a better tagging system for this later idk#but I needed to SHARE!!!#karting lore#mv33#cl16#lestappen#my post#eo31
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Speak Now World Tour
September 17, 2011 - Nashville, Tennessee
#taylor swift#tswiftedit#onthisday#taylurking#2011#september 2011#speak now tour#performances#concert#nashville#tennessee
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we don't talk about them nearly enough
#jason + tim#jason todd#tim drake#sc from rhato (2011) issue no.5 i thiiiiiink#red robin#robin#red hood#batboys#batfam#dc comics#dc rhato#dcu#dc#gothihop speaks
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part of the reason i think vale is so acutely pissed off is because it’s specifically a ducati as well. the bike most associated with any given memory of him flopping
#like he was healing that whole deal a lil with pecco and his team and then here comes marc about usurp all that etc#motogp#callie speaks#sorry dude !#side note. marco simoncelli also an aquarius who rode a factory spec honda for the 2011 season. um
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anything and everything ; paddy feld x reader x max
summary: it’s them and their girl against the fucking world.
warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), Max & Paddy in general (if you've seen the movies, you know how they are. but! they're pretty tame here), minor character death (deserved; horrible ex + cheating but it's okay, you win in the end) including minor mentions of blood & breaking bones type of violence, Paddy & Max would do anything for you.
a/n: ta-da!! you don't know how excited I was to write this. had to rewrite a few things but I was too into the idea, I didn't mind kdlsajk and mind you, it's EXTRA nasty in this one, so, keep that in mind! please enjoy, take care & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!
» smut includes: mildly DARK fic! mm4f, size kink, lovestruck & possessive (slightly mean) doms!paddy & max, shy-esque mc, ‘baby’ & ‘pretty girl’ as petnames, dirty talking, facesitting/oral s~ex (both f & m receiving, clothed(?) too), spit & tit play, marking, spanking, brief mentions of blood play (doesn’t happen), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), teasing & mentions of punishment, did I mention possessive paddy & max yet?
'And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.' ;
Paddy’s fingers thrummed along the shape of the steering wheel, subtly displaying his excitement even at such an hour. The music coming from the radio was partially his saving grace from the fairly long drive but the anticipation of what was to come expelled any form of restlessness in his body.
The road he took practically didn’t exist on the map, but he had no problem navigating his destination the deeper he went into the woods, not when he had taken the route many times for the past couple of months for this very moment.
Slowly yet surely, he spotted a familiar car, the headlights remaining on were enough for Paddy to see a man overlooking something before him. He knew his landlord long enough to recognize the large, taller frame in the distance. He spotted the bundle of clothes by his feet, along with the rocks of different sizes next to it, and Paddy knew he had begun.
Good thing, too, for it was mere hours before your alarm would go off, and they wanted to be by your side as soon as you opened your pretty eyes.
Without wasting any time, Paddy turned the engine of his car off before exiting the vehicle, sauntering over to his good friend—your other partner—and standing next to him.
“Took you long enough.” Max scoffed, though largely jesting to get under Paddy’s skin.
“She slept later than usual.” Paddy explained, one corner of his lips quirking at the memory of mere hours ago, of him snuggling you against him, lulling you to sleep with kisses and pats before quietly leaving the unit once he was confident you were truly out like a light.
“She couldn’t sleep?” Max glanced at his friend, a hint of worry in his rich voice, to which Paddy shook his head.
“She’s just excited for tomorrow.” Ah, Halloween.
Max hummed in understanding, then cut the conversation, or at least, the subject short. As much as he’d love to ask how you were doing, he and Paddy had business to take care of, and the ‘business’ in question stood right in the trench before them.
Chad, or really, they’d just prefer to call him ‘your ex’, stood naked in the ditch, shivering and battered from Max’s need to pour his frustration out on him an hour prior—remembering all the stories you’d tell them of how he had the gall to swoop in and take you from them, even if you weren’t theirs yet.
It was one thing to steal you from them, but it was another to treat you like you were worth less than cheap dirt. Manipulating you into thinking his mistreatments were just you ‘being a big baby’ or accusing you of how ‘possessive’ you were when he would ‘just casually talk’ to other women when you found the bravery to break up with him a year ago.
But were they really surprised by a pompous man, no, boy, with dodgy secrets? Spending his old money on pointless luxuries and meeting up with low lives behind his old girlfriends’ backs, including yours. It was a good thing you were out of the relationship earlier than his previous exes, but fuck, if Paddy and Max didn’t want to gouge his eyes out for even mistreating you in the first place.
They could never forget the tears in your eyes and on your cheek when you stopped by, reassuring them with a wobbly smile that you had ended the relationship, but not without seeing the man’s true colours by berating you for leaving him.
But that was in the past. The months that came after were nothing but bliss, for you and them. You didn’t think Paddy nor Max were open to the idea—the three of you—but you were proven wrong. You should’ve expected it, though, with how Paddy and Max were more or less alike, including but not limited to their ‘innocent’ flirting with you before it all went down.
But it wasn’t just the relationship that had them in high spirits.
It wasn’t hard to find his information online—the sucker was as terrible as an ‘influencer’ nowadays, and it was even easier to air his secrets out, destroying relationships including with his own family and even transferring most of his savings to shelters because why the hell not.
At one point, Max couldn’t resist taking a video of the poor guy borderline begging the lady he cheated with when you were still together at their usual meeting spot at a bar.
He and Paddy had the time of their lives watching the embarrassing scene, even anonymously sharing it on his hacked account before days later, Paddy tampered with the same woman’s drink enough for her to overdose and successfully framed your ex ‘as revenge for public humiliation’.
Yes, the past few months were priceless, to say the least.
But they never spent the whole time ruining the man’s life all the time, no, they had a beloved to take care of. The time to ruin lives could come whenever they pleased, but not precious moments with you.
Besides, wasn’t it more entertaining to drag out one’s victim’s despair just a little longer? The reactions to their downfall mattered, after all.
And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.
“Doesn't look like he's got a lot of fight in ‘em.” Paddy snorted.
“Good.” Max replied, short but well-pleased.
“Hey, man…” Chad croaked, and Max and Paddy immediately grimaced, “I didn't think she meant that much to you…. Honest…”
The two rolled their eyes in annoyance.
“At least think of a better lie, kid,” Max sighed, “‘s'not like we'd let you go if you did.”
Paddy huffed, amused at the truth in his words. If anything, they'd be doing the world a favour, removing a little parasite—yours, theirs, his ‘friends’ and exes, and hell, even his family—all while getting to call you theirs.
But, it was satisfying to see the pathetic sod being, well, pathetic. A way better look on him than the infuriatingly cocky façade he'd put up around others for whatever the hell he was leering for then.
“I’m not..! I–C'mon, I didn't even lay a hand on her–” Chad reasoned weakly, only to further set them off.
“You better pray you fucking didn't.” Paddy snarled. He and Max knew he didn't, but it didn't ease their anger any less because, at the end of the day, he still manipulated you in some way, using a few tricks to make you seem like you were the ‘overthinking’ one even if it didn't entirely work.
At the end of the day, he did you harm.
“Alright, y'got anything else to say, kid?” Max leaned his weight on one leg, adjusting the black gloves he had been wearing since he dragged the guy in the middle of nowhere. Paddy, too, put on his gloves as he turned around, all while eyeing the rocks.
“Wait, wait, wait—” Chad spoke in urgency, his teeth chattering from the chilly air, “I can pay up! I won’t tell anybody shit about this–”
“No, you won’t,” Max agreed as he interjected, honestly not wanting to listen to him anymore, “Not especially her name out of your mouth.”
Against his better judgement, Chad had the gall to shout at the mere mention of you.
“Her?” He yelled, his annoyance picking back when Max brought your name up multiple times during this whole thing, “Why the fuck does she matter to you that much anywa–”
Crunch.
Chad's head whipped to the side as the sizable rock Paddy threw landed at his temple, the sound horrific but satisfying to the two.
“Easy,” Max drawled, swiftly picking up a rock and inspecting it, “No fun in killing him already.”
“You wanna listen to him talk ‘bout her like that?” Paddy grunted, chest rising and falling at the audacity of a man who was on the brink of death.
“Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm pissed,” Max replied coolly, hiding his temper behind nonchalance. He felt the weight of the rock he held before eyeing Chad with a dangerous look, “But the head? Pat, come on, we made it this far. Play around with him a little.”
Paddy didn't have the time to reply as Max held the rock above him before throwing it, aiming right at Chad's leg with almost the same, if not, a nastier sound of impact than when Paddy threw it.
Chad yowled, falling to the ground before groaning in sheer pain. He could only sob on the ground, specks of dirt already in his eyes and mouth.
“See?” Max smiled cruelly, “Make him feel it, just like she had to.”
Just speaking of it riled him up just as it did to Paddy. They wanted to finally, finally get it rid of him, sure, but there was no harm in having fun with it just a little longer. They'd clean up the mess anyway, might as well say their final goodbyes to the son of a bitch for good.
“Yeah… Yeah, alright.” Paddy mirrored his friend's cold-blooded contentment, picking up another rock, this time, hoping to break any parts of his bones without instantly killing him just yet.
And just like that, Chad wished for his ultimate death as they prolonged his torture.
You, back in Paddy’s unit, were none the wiser, slowly from your deep sleep. You turned, anticipating Paddy upon opening your bleary eyes, only to blink at the sight of Max, watching you with a warm smile as he lay on his side.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He greeted, bringing his hand to your face and caressing your cheek.
“G'morning…” You murmured with a shy smile, hiding one side of your face in the pillow.
“Oh, no, don't do that now,” Max chuckled, “Don't hide that pretty face from me.”
Even half asleep, he could make you giggle first thing in the morning.
“How'd you sleep?” He asked, his voice almost enough to lull you back to sleep.
“Good,” You responded, unaware of their little escapade hours ago. You yawned, “You?”
“Like a baby,” He grinned, causing your heart to flutter. In reality, he hadn't had a wink of sleep since he and Paddy drove back home, but the adrenaline of putting the bastard down gave him more than enough energy to see you, “Come here.”
Max gently led you to his lap, encouraging you to straddle his hips while resting your head on his chest, “Atta girl.”
You couldn't resist relaxing in his arms, not when he was so warm and comfortable, and he didn't want you to do so either, kissing the crown of your head while his hands slid up and down your sides.
But you knew Max long enough to know his touches didn't always stay innocent as his hands roamed lower and lower and lower before reaching the hem of your nightdress.
You eyed him suspiciously, “Max…”
He just hummed, leaning in to kiss your temple and cheek, “That's me.”
You huffed at his wits, only for your eyes to flutter shut as his hands roamed under the fabric, “Max, c'mon, I just woke up…”
You were a little worried about your morning breath and how you looked from just waking up, but he was having none of it.
“Can't hear you.” He drawled lowly against your skin, pulling you closer so he could latch his lips onto your neck. You jolted at the feeling of Max's palms gripping and kneading your ass, your body only growing tauter when a third hand slid up the curve of your back.
trick-or-treaters“Starting without me, pretty girl?” Paddy cooed, leaning in to kiss your cheek, the other side that Max hadn't touched yet.
“Paddy…” You whimpered, and as soon as you turned your head to look at him, briefly noticing he was shirtless, he slotted his lips against yours, the fingers of his other hand brushing along your neck before descending to your clothed breasts.
The haziness in your mind grew more than when you woke up, feeling pairs of lips and hands mark your body with vigour.
Max sat up, forcing you and Paddy to break the kiss as he slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders.
Paddy took a seat on the edge of the mattress, kissing your shoulder from behind, feeling his spine-chilling groans reverberating against your back.
And with two sick minds thinking alike, images of you covered in your ex’s blood in between them fueled their uncontrollable desires. Too bad every last drop of it had to be drained for obvious reasons. But it wouldn't hurt to imagine what could've been every once in a while.
So long the deed was done.
Good riddance, bitch.
Paddy pulled at your tits between his fingers, the same time Max nipped at the space between your neck and shoulder, leaving the barest hint of mark that begged to be darker.
More long-lasting, prominent for the world to see.
“How ‘bout it, baby? Think you can for a quick round before we let you go?” Max asked. They could've convinced you to stay in bed longer if not for the candies you had promised to buy before the last minute in the afternoon for trick-or-treaters tonight.
“We'll take good care of you.” Paddy added, as they always did.
You pleaded with the two with a look that was to die for and it wouldn't take long for them to act upon your request, leaving you in your pretty undies, almost tearing off your sleepwear when they removed the pesky article.
Max was eager to lay on his back, encouraging you to move back a little and position your ass just above his face, making you face Paddy, whose pants were off, teasing you by fondling his prominent tent with a smug smile.
You weren't sure whether to focus on him or Max’s cock standing tall each time you looked down, awaiting your soft lips and its careful licks.
You jumped at Max’s playful slaps and massages of your ass, prompting Paddy to coo as he neared until his shins touched the bed.
“Playin’ a lil’ rough, isn’t he, baby?” He cradled your jaw, almost condescendingly mimicking your parted lips as Max licked you through the flimsy panties. He gently led your head by the chin to his bulge and sighed in contentment, “Yeah, that’s my good girl.”
“My good girl.” Max grunted, biting his lips upon moving your panties to the side before licking a big stripe along your pussylips like a man starved, even more so when he couldn’t help but spank you three more consecutive times, downright suffocating himself when trapped your thighs around his head.
“Max…” You cried into Paddy’s tented pants, nuzzling him like it would calm Max down, but they couldn’t blame you, knowing your mind was already mush.
You could already imagine the familiar beard burns decorating your inner thighs.
Paddy pouted, “Baby, ‘m’feeling a lil’ lonely,” Brushing your bottom lip with his thumb, he stared at your through lidded eyes, “You know what t’do, yeah?”
You did, you always did.
Keeping your eyes on him, you mouthed along the girth of him, leaving little trails of drool because ‘there is nothing sexier than our sweet girl making a mess out of them’. Their words, not yours.
Giving a low growl, he slid his sweatpants down for you, “That’s it.”
He didn’t bother putting on boxers, already anticipating such ‘morning routine’ if he and Max were going to make it until the evening before they could get their hands on you again.
Of course, that didn’t mean they’d play nice behind closed doors when the trick-or-treaters weren’t around.
His pants dropped to the floor with a soft thud, his hard cock ached for you if the subtle twitches were anything to go by.
But Max, still eating you out and practically leaving marks on your behind, shoved his tongue into you just a tad deeper, reminding you that he, too, needed you.
You could only let a little glob of drool drip onto Max’s cock, then slowly wrapped your fingers around it before sliding your hand down to the base. Paddy clenched his jaw, greedy for the same treatment when Max bucked into your hand. He loosened just a tad bit when you finally leaned in, taking a small, cautious lick at the tip of him.
Somehow, somehow, Max knew your teasing behaviour and brought his palm down on your already sensitive rear. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t begging for air at this point the more your thighs tightened around him—if only you knew how much he wouldn’t mind dying that way.
Paddy tutted in disapproval, gently tapping his cock on your cheek, “Not very nice of you.”
“Think she deserves a little punishment?” Max spoke against your cunt, spreading your cheeks and downright spitting at your hole.
“I’m sure she can handle a few,” Paddy responded, eyes rolling back when you moaned around him the more he pushed himself into your mouth. He continued through gritted teeth, “And then, we’ll give her everything. Just like she deserves.”
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» a/n: this was initially a standalone fic for Max but then I was like mmm OMG what about with Max and Negan but then... I also wanted to write for Paddy, so... yeah ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡
#— reve's reverie 🌹#reve's quirky reverie 🕷#paddy x reader#paddy x you#paddy x female reader#paddy feld x you#paddy feld x reader#patrick feld#patrick feld x reader#speak no evil#speak no evil 2024#speak no evil paddy#james mcavoy#james mcavoy x reader#max (the resident)#max (the resident) x reader#max x reader#the resident 2011#jeffrey dean morgan#jdm#jdmorgan#jeffrey dean morgan x reader#is this slasher-related?#yeah why not#slashers#slasher x reader#slasher fandom#nearly 3k words? crazy!!
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Oh...also, I'm not dead. I just haven't really read many comics these past few months.
I heard PKJ is taking over the Batman and Robin book from Williamson and while I'm not that thrilled that the solicitations are teasing Bruce and Damian to argue again I do hope that PKJ will move the book away from Williamson's slice of life approach.
I know there are many out there who started to like Damian under Williamson because he made him more of a normal teenager, but I personally feel like DC already has more than enough "relateable" teenage heroes and prefer Damian to always be weird/obnoxious.
#the same applies to Williamson's Bruce btw#I found his...therapy speak? to feel ooc a lot of the times#I'm here for Bruce being a better father to Damian but he should still sound like Bruce#and Bruce is bad at communication#I'm sorry that I keep coming back to it but I still think I liked B&R 2011 's take on them the best#two people terrible at communication deeply caring about each other trying to find ways to convey that care#damian wayne#bruce wayne
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Music in Film: Speak Now World Tour Live (2011) dir. Ryan Polito
#taylor swift#tswiftedit#taylorswiftedit#tscreators#filmedit#musicedit#usertreena#uservivaldi#userkei#userheidi#speak now world tour#thingschanged#usershreyu#userarry#alielook#userkarolina#usermorgan#my edit#musicinfilm#this was very... shot on digital in 2011 iykwim#// flashing
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Ramattra drabble but he messes with his speech settings and ends up talking another language and doesn’t know how to turn it off
FRENCH??? I am about to offend every French person who stumbles upon this blog...
He thinks nothing of it at first, a setting that didn't necessarily need to be touched unless he decided to travel, but considering he was comfortable in this place with you, it was unnecessary.
So he decides to mess with it, thinking nothing of it until he needed to do a quick reset to refresh his systems.
Everything booted up as usual but the moment his systems came up within his vision in another language, no longer omnicode, he froze.
You happened to wander in at the same moment he spoke, offering a smile and small wave as you approach him.
"Cela ne semble pas correct-" He pauses, fingers twitching at his sides.
"What?" You halt your movements, staring up at him with a confused expression on your face.
"J'ai peut-être fait une erreur." He looks at you, noting the ever growing concern and confusion within your features.
"I have no idea what you're saying." You admit, taking another step closer to him.
"Je ne sais pas comment rétablir cela. Mes systèmes sont en français."
"Ramattra, you can say whatever you like but I have no idea what you're actually saying."
He hums, optics looking off to the side as he tries to think of an alternative way to communicate to you. He has no manual, he wasn't factory made, so to speak.
Ramattra couldn't do much except take a seat on the floor and go into his systems, but with everything no longer in omnicode, it was going to take a long time to put things back to how they were.
"This is why you shouldn't mess with settings you're uncertain with." You laugh, taking a seat in front of him.
His optics look up at you between files as he scoffs.
"Il serait dans votre intérêt de vous taire."
NOTES/TRANSLATIONS
Forgive me if it's wrong, I used two translators for this.
Cela ne semble pas correct - This doesn't seem right
J'ai peut-être fait une erreur - I may have made a mistake
Je ne sais pas comment rétablir cela. Mes systèmes sont en français - I don't know how to restore this. My systems are in French
Il serait dans votre intérêt de vous taire - It would be in your interest to keep quiet
#overwatch#ramattra#ramattra x reader#ramattra drabble#yazzfics#last time I studied french was 2011#I do not speak any other languages but english#please do not hunt me down
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speak now era icons!! (requested)
#͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏#taylor swift#taylor swift icons#icons#speak now#speak now era#speak now icons#taylor swift speak now#speak now taylor swift#speak now tour icons#speak now tour#2010#2011#random icons
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Okay I dont know if someones said this already, but Psych 2006 au where Shawn shows up and does his whole stitck but Lassie knows hes faking, because Lassiter is a REAL psychic
#sparrow speaks#looking through fics rn and oh my god#theyre all so gooddddd#and its worse when theyre old becuase its like#i cant compete with a fic from 2011 ?!!??!?#psych 2006#psych tv#implied shassie but like thats the entire show so
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tumblr was truly the blueprint. the breeding ground for filthy chronically online gen z and millennials. if you blogged on tumblr from like 2011-2015 you are now currently either severely traumatized or successful at life, or both at the same time. also if you coded tumblr themes and knew how to mess with html as a mere high school student, you probably are insane at web development and should start a business now that you're an adult in your 20s. idk
#sen speaks#i miss messing with my theme on here#like tweaking the html and css for no reason#omg#does anyone remember the era of autoplay music from like 2011-2013#it was absolutely obnoxious but it was so cunty idk
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Speak Now World Tour
October 5, 2011 - New Orleans, Louisiana
#taylor swift#tswiftedit#onthisday#taylurking#2011#october 2011#speak now tour#performances#concert#new orleans#louisiana
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My inbox open even if you just want to chat headcanons about these characters 😊
I also prefer only writing for FemReader 🤷🏼♀️ it's just easier
I have no decency so nothing is too filthy 😈 (especially if it's dark/hardcore)
I love writing about the Omegaverse (and honestly any other Alternative Universe 😏)
MINORS DNI 🔞
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Astarion (TBA)
Nikolai (Beyond The Rave)
Charlie (The Stomach)
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#Neil Newbon#baldurs gate 3#astarion#Father Anthony Bridge#bbc casualty#Neil Newbon x Reader#Neil Newbon headcanons#Astarion x Reader#Astarion headcanons#astarion baldurs gate#The Void Speaks#beyond the rave#Nikolai#beyond the rave Nikolai#extinction 2014#Rob#the stomach#the stomach Charlie#Captain Hook#Peter Returns#Later 2011#Richard later#Mark Griffin#Reverb 2007#stranded 2002#Ernst Robinson
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Tried to draw an unamused Allan, got an Allan that hasn't slept in two weeks
#karaboudjan#tintin 2011#allan thompson#this man is a PAIN in the ass to draw#I'm used to drawing characters with firm jawlines (bad batch) and square faces#Allan is (as one discord member pointed out) shaped like an Easter island head with no jawline to speak of#also drawing his hat is out of the question#my art
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