#chapter30

[iheardatpodcast]

Happy birthday to man like @iamshauce who celebrated his 30th in style. Wish a man a happy birthday for me🎉🥳 #happybirthday #30thbirthday #chapter30 (at Looking Glass Cocktail Club) https://www.instagram.com/p/Crqka1qo6yI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[troubledontlast1]

Chapter 30🎂🥳🎉: I pray that God gives me whatever I need to get through this despairing time.😔😢 #90sbabes My birthday just passed on 12/28. As each year goes by, my birthdays become a more depressing time. #90sbaby I do my best to not ever think about how old I am getting. Any time I do think of my age, it just makes me unhappy. #90sbabies If any of you have any advice you would like to give me through this difficult time, I would love to be encouraged, motivated, uplifted, etc. through this gloomy time for me. #itsmybirthdaytoday My birthdays are a sorrowful time. There are so many things I thought I would have done by the age of 30, that I still have yet to do. And there is a possibility they will NEVER happen. I assumed I would have progressed through life way more than what I actually have. So in a nutshell, I just get depressed about my life. I feel as if I have not accomplished anything worthwhile in this life. I feel as if I died today, my life was in vain, which just that thought alone saddens me. #itismybirthday As you can see I could use a lot of prayer. I just pray in Jesus name somehow as I age more, that I can get to a place in life where I can appreciate the work that God has done in my life up to that point. #itsmybday Until that time comes, all I can do is continue to be faithful to the things God has placed in front of me. I pray one day, I will be assured in multiple avenues of my life, that the work that is done is "good", legendary and I can finally rest whenever that times comes. #itsmybirthday Here's to 30....yay.😒 #1992 ➖➖➖➖ 🔥FOLLOW MY SOCIALS🔥 1. YouTube/podcast: Uplift Past Crossroads 2. Facebook/LinkedIn = Sean Christopher Jenkins 3. ���/Twitter/👻/TikTok = @troubledontlast @my_daily_bible 4. Fashion = @glamourmeetsgq 5. Fan pages = @upliftwithdrj @upliftpastcrossroads Subscribe, Click 🔔, Like, Comment, Share ➖➖➖➖ #decemberbirthday #decemberbaby #decemberborn #decemberbabies #gettingoldersucks #gettingold #gettingolder #turtlenecksweater #chapter30 #fashionablemen #dirty30 #dirty30club #dirty30s #30thbirthday #30th #30thbirthdaycelebration #mybirthday #mybirth #mybirthdaymonth #my30thbirthday #cheersto30years #cheersto30 (at Savannah, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnFHFglLnM9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Ok some more spoilers for ep11/chapter30

Sooo you'd think Okarun would be all whoa an anatomical model has come to life AND it possibly has my testicle? better go catch it but noooo. My boy only as one thing on his mind: Momo. He's not concerned at ALL about Taro or his missing nut lmao he's so riddled with jealousy that those two things are the least of his concerns and I fucking love it.

He is clearly more upset that Jiji is hugging Momo (and possibly accidentally coping a feel? Notice the blushies) than Momo telling him about Taro's ball.

Idc what anyone says, aint no way he's talking to Taro bc that man is nowhere NEAR Momo. (If anything, its Momo who should "get away" from Taro.) Okarun is very clearly addressing Jiji which is so funny considering everything thats going on at that moment. Like, the girl u like is being dragged away by an anatomical model that's come to life and possibly has ur nut but your main concern is telling Jiji to let go 😂 lmao

Once again Momo is repeating herself on more important matters and once again Okarun just doesnt give a hoot about his ball LOL His only concern is to have Jiji separated from Momo.

Now I may be wrong about this but im almost positive that with his past transformations Okarun has never caused public damage when running. SO i believe that my boy is so heated with jealousy its making him tear up the streets 😂👏🏻

In conclusion, Okarun didn't give a damn about his testicle or Taro and only wanted to be alone with Momo again ☝🏻😌 all this is so super important (so that we can fangirl about it) and i really hope tomorrows episode delivers with the same lines Okarun says in the manga bc man i love me some boy angst/jealousy LOL

[mirandasidefics]

But Home is Nowhere-Masterlist

Pairing(s): Lucien x Plus Size Reader, Azriel x Plus Size Reader, Ruhn Danaan x Plus Size Reader

Rating: Mature (18+/MDNI)

Status: In progress (monthly updates)

Summary: You are pulled into an unknown world, Prythian, by an unknown force, coming face to face with a group of people you have only seen in your dreams. However, the reality you now face is much darker than anything you could imagine. Finding a way home is your only goal but with each passing year it drifts further away. It seems that Fate has different inescapable plans. With the help of a few you must learn to navigate your new life. Can the discovery of a vague prophecy help guide you on your journey?

When magic returns to the Earth, and Death’s shadow is unchained, Celestial bodies will unite to bring forth new rain.

Tags/Warning(s): Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Crossover, Expanded Universe, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Body Image, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Major Character Injury, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Issues surrounding bodily autonomy, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Shameless Smut (indicated by 💦) , Oral (F and M receiving), P In V smut (protected and unprotected), Mating Bond(s), heavy Rhysand and IC criticism. (Other tags to be added as the story progresses).

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 -Part 1 & Part 2

Chapter 10

Bonus Chapter- Feyre POV

Chapter 11 💦

Chapter 12- Part 1 & Part 2

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter30

[qianqiancandyjar]

Struggle of the Caged Bird (Yokai Ninja AU Chapter30)

Chapter 30, Hooray~

Background is killing me.😥

List

Some explaining:

Okay. I think I can tell you about Not-Randy now. Originally I want to make him like NomiRandy in the canon, then I've been hyperfixating him too much and became this:

He's the part that was separated from his original self, remembering all the pain he experienced. Agony, suppression of the Carpfish magic, forgetfulness caused by Nomi's mind-wiping magic, together they made him more and more twisted and corrupted, drifting away from his other self.

However, he keeps some traits that Randy doesn't want or think they can't make him a better ninja, like his casual attitude, rebellious spirit, the urge to have fun and all. So in this AU, they're both incomplete parts of Randy.

Little bonus: Warning

Some very obvious spoilers. :)

[paperbackribs]

A Tarnished Copper Boy (30) | A03 Fic tags: time travel, friends to lovers, slow burn

Eyeing the amber beer bottle, Eddie’s mind erupts in a frenzy of trying to plan his escape but all he can think as he’s roughly jolted from above the tarp is defend defend defend.

He explodes from his hiding spot, vision blind but for the hulking male body looming over him in the thick shadows and he seizes the man by the collar, hurling him against the wall with the broken glass pressed against his throat. He’ll keep the rest of the intruders away and then figure out how to run from there.

Dustin’s voice—of all people—penetrates the terrified fog, with a piercing Eddie Eddie Eddie, and his blinded gaze shifts from the exposed neck pinned between him and the wall to Steve’s shocked and frightened face above it.

Eddie gasps. The tight clench he’d had around the neck of the bottle loosens in his surprise, causing it to fall to the floor with a crash. The sound of the fragile explosion at their feet wrenches Eddie out of his stupor. He backs up quickly, palms in the air trying to show his harmlessness and remorse, “Sorry. Shit. Sorry, I won’t hurt you. Sorry.”

He keeps backing away, almost tripping over his clumsy feet but Steve launches forward to clasp him by the biceps, holding onto him in a steadying grip. Eddie’s terrified gaze flies to Steve’s because surely this is a step too far for this present version. Steve must have heard about Chrissy. It’s been nearly a full day since Eddie had fled and Hawkins is small: he must have. And now they’re here to take him in because it looks like the town freak murdered a poor innocent girl in his trailer.

Steve’s mouth is moving even though Eddie is deaf to it under the thunder of his panic, but he doesn’t do more than hold his arms and Eddie eventually hears him repeating, in a soothing tone, “Eddie, it’s okay. You’re okay. We’re here to help.”

Dumbfounded, he takes in Steve’s concerned expression and realises that he’s here to help him. The terror breaks into relief...

Chapter30

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Materlist 2

Chris Evans fic Love Online

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 part 1 Chapter 7 part 2 Chapter 8 Part 1 Chapter 8 part 2 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 part 1 Chapter 10 part 2 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 part 1 Chapter 14 part 2 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 chapter 17 Chapter18 Chapter19 chapter20 chapter21 chapter22 Chapter23 chapter24 chapter 25 chapter26 chapter27 chapter28 chapter29 chapter30 chapter31 chapter32 chapter33 chapter34 chapter35 Chapter36 Bonus wedding pics Chapter37 chapter38 chapter39 chapter40 chapter41 Chapter42 Chapter43 chapter44 chapter45

[colepaldi-in-the-tardis]

Fic Update

Burning Desire

My Richelieu/OC FF is still going strong. Posted Chapter30 a few days ago, and if you like a good Cardinal Richelieu ff (PCap Version), drama, angst, romance and a good portion of smut, head over to AO3 and give it a go. It’s almost 90k words. In progress and I write it since January ‘23.

[csmelody]

I read The Lost Artefact and finally caught up with the latest chapter. I read it while translating, so I can't say I understand it perfectly, but it was still interesting. I must say that I am grateful to find such a passionate fan work now. Thank you for your wonderful work. I love all the scenes, but I especially love chapter30 and the scene where Bart looks at Nat's sketchbook.

I will continue to support your updates!

I don't think you know how happy you made me! I love, love your art. Every time you post is a good day for me. Thank you for your kind words and for all your beautiful art. 💜

[itssmokes]

I love this new life 2 jobs no kids bills paid and I do wah I want 😍💪🏽 chapter30 looking great 😊

[cassiesbookishcorner]

•July 30, 2022•

Do you prefer long books or short books?

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I think my preferred page length is around the 500 page mark.

It seems like if the books are longer than that, I'm counting down until the book is done. Shorter than that, I'm wishing there was more.

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CR: The Witch Collector

The War of Two Queens

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[jjingureum]

EDEN'SZERO chapter30 spoiler

https://pocket.shonenmagazine.com/

[sleepyojos]

30… Old enough to look back and young enough to look forward. It has been a wild ride but I’ve enjoyed and learned a lot though these 3 decades. I’m grateful and blessed for the family I have, they mean EVERYTHING to me and I’m ready to discover what’s in store for me in this new chapter. #Chapter30 #HappyBdayToMe 💖✨

[velvet-roads]

Like A Virgin Chapter 30: The End.

Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9: Chapter 10: Chapter 11: Chapter 12: Chapter 13:  Chapter 14: Chapter 15: Chapter 16: Chapter 17: Chapter 18: Chapter 19: Chapter 20: Chapter 21: Chapter 22: Chapter 23: Chapter24: Chapter 25: Chapter 26: Chapter 27: 

Warnings: None

Music: Unwell by Matchbox Twenty and Flannel by Justin Timberlake

        Sam sat at your desk pouring over his computer, looking at side effects of magic, magic death, or anything remotely related to your situation. Dean just watched you and held your hand, praying that you would wake up. The two of them took shifts for the next day making sure that some one was always in your room watching you. By that night, they were beginning to think that you were never going to wake up and the only reason you were still alive was because Crowley was possessing you.  

       “What are we going to do Sammy?” Dean asked, a small tear running down his cheek as he stroked your hair.  Sam came over and stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Sam was just as upset as Dean, both were on the verge of letting the tears flow.  

       “Give it one more night. If nothing happens by the morning we perform an exorcism and then take her to a hospital. Other than that I don’t know what to do.” Both boys felt lost and broken, they knew that they were out of options and they were starting to believe that they had lost you.  

       They continued with their shifts through the night, switching off every couple hours, one watching and the other getting some sleep if they were able. Around 9 in the morning both of them were sitting at your bedside.  

       “Alright, do it.” Dean said through gritted teeth. At this point he was not concerned with holding back any tears. Reluctantly, Sam began to recite Latin, his tears falling on the bedspread.  He had gotten about half way through the exorcism, when they both saw your eyes flutter and tears streak down your cheeks.  

        Sam stopped and joined his brother in leaning over you and saying your name, trying to coax you awake. Your eyes began to flutter more than the first time. 

       “I think she is waking up!” Sam said excited beyond belief and so hopeful. Before you opened your eyes a thick red smoke came pouring out of your mouth. Crowley had left your body and gone back into his own.Then you opened your eyes and saw the happy crying faces of Sam and Dean starting back at you.  

       “Guys?” You asked weak and confused. Neither of them said anything. Instead they wrapped their arms around you and hugged you like their lives depended on it. As they pulled away, you felt the mattress shift slightly behind you and a cold hand reached out and grabbed yours.

       Turning you saw Crowley laying next to you, slightly ashen in color but alive. Not caring at all that Sam and Dean were in the room, you threw yourself on top of him and cried tears of relief and joy. Instead of giving a snarky or childish comment the boys said nothing. The two of them made eye contact with the King to signal their thanks and then left the room. You had more than earned your alone time.  

        After several minutes of just holding him, his body began to warm up and you had managed to stop sobbing. Propping yourself up on his chest, you both just looked at each other.  Carefully, Crowley reached up and ran his thumb across your split lip that had begun to scab over.  

       “I was worried we lost you.” He said placing a small strand of hair back behind your ear.  

       “You were worried?” You responded with a breathy laugh. “I thought my nightmare came true.” He leaned in and kissed you softly, making sure not to put too much pressure on your lip.  

       “Nothing can kill me remember, I’m the King of Hell.” He said with mock pride, all the while knowing that if it wasn’t for you he would be dead. “However, you may have helped a bit.” You jokingly pinched him in the arm as he lovingly mocked you.   

       “What all happened?” You were still having a hard time recalling events.  The most vivid memory you had was Joshua killing Crowley.  

        “I am going to let the boys take care of that explanation.” The demon sat up, taking you with him and cradling you in his arms for a moment. “I need to go away for a while.” As he spoke you could see the sadness in his eyes and you could tell that he wasn’t completely choosing to leave you. There was a slight amount of panic in your face when he said he was leaving.  

        “Don’t fret, I will always come back to you.” He said lightly tapping your necklace. “I have a little hell to raise after the unfortunate festivities.” He said kissing your forehead. Crowley slid off the bed and stood in front of you. 

       “Ok, after we make a deal.” You said grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. He looked at you with a soft smile and just a hint of suspicion. “If anything goes wrong, you get out and come back to me.” You words were full of love but your eyes still held some fear.  

        “If this is to end in fire, then we shall both burn together.” He said trying to lighten the mood by quoting ‘I See Fire’. The laughter that bubbled out of you was accompanied by small tears. He gave you a deep passionate kiss, a kiss that held love, hope, and a future. Then he disappeared leaving you in your room with the necklace that would always call him back. Taking a deep breath you collected your emotions, then moved so you were facing your bedroom door. 

       “I know you’re out there.” You yelled, seeing the shadows of your brothers boots under the door.  Slowly Dean peeked inside, to make sure he wasn’t interrupting anything.

        “He is gone.” You said, absently fiddling with your necklace. Sam gave you the puppy eyes, waiting for you to cry again.

       “You ok?” He asked almost too gently. You smiled at him knowing he was just concerned.

       “Yeah, I know he will be back.” Of that you were confident not even death could keep that from happening. Dean came over and sat next to you on the bed wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly.

      “What appended?” You asked when Dean would finally let you breath.

        “What do you remember?” Sam was extremely curious. He had his learning face on, you were half expecting him to whip out a paper and pen and start taking notes.

        “I remember seeing Joshua go after Crowley with the angel blade, feeling his blood spurt on me, screaming, and incredible anger and fear. After that I don’t remember much.” Both boys looked at you in surprise that you remember so little about what you had done.

       “Wow, well, as far as we could guess you hulked out.” Dean spoke with hints of pride and admiration. You looked at Sam questioningly for more clarification.

       “I think your body went into defense mode and your magic took over.” Sam said clearing his throat, waiting for you to freak out a bit. You just nodded your head slowly taking in what he had told you. Then you had a memory flash of flinging a demon against the wall.

       “I remember magic punching a demon.” You said softly, trying to recall more. Dean chuckled and you as you scrunched your face, trying to force memories to manifest.

       “Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart.” He smiled at you and squeezing your shoulder. “Basically, you used your powers and flung the one douche bag against the wall, then you turned invisible, which is bad ass by the way.” You shook your head and smiled at Dean. As he spoke you began to remember what had happened.

       “And then I went after the dragon.” You said, your eyes going from one brother to the other.

       “Yeah and the fact that he couldn’t see you freaked him out.” Sam’s voice was beginning to sound almost as proud as Dean’s. “Do you remember going after Joshua?” Sam asked carefully.

       “Not really.” You said wanting him to fill in the banks.

       “Long story short, you made him release all of us, then you took my knife, carved a demon trap in it and nailed him to the wall.” Dean, was staring into space as he remembered what happened.

       “Then what?” You were beginning to get nervous about what they were telling you, the magic taking you over was more than a little overwhelming.

     “Then you saved Crowley’s life.” Sam looked at you and smiled. “Even in your wacked out state you remembered him.” You could tell the boys still weren’t keen on you loving a demon, however, you knew that they would deal for a bit longer after everything that happened.

      “Was that all?” You raised a question brow, waiting for an answer. It felt like your world was spinning at all of this new information.

      “Yeah and then you passed out.” Sam shrugged and leaned back in the chair you’re your desk. “Healing him probably drained you.”

       “There was one more thing.” Dean was reluctant to tell you the last thing that he remembered.

       “Spit it out…” You said flinging yourself back on the bed, preparing for whatever he was about to tell you.

          “Your eyes glowed a bright green.” He looked at you with nervousness. You didn’t say anything. You just took a couple of deep breaths and let them out. Then you remembered that you were in the bunker and not the motel.

          “Did Crowley zap us back?” You said propping yourself up and looking at the boys.

          “You have been out for two days. We were going to take you to the hospital today, if it wasn’t for Crowley.” Your brothers looked at you lovingly. Then you remembered your memory and the smoke.

         “He…” You tried to think of the least perverse way to say what you were about to. “He went looking for me.” You said looking at both of them waiting for confirmation.

          “In a manner of speaking, yeah” Dean, was still harboring some irritation. “I’m assuming that he went back?” Dean asked, referring to Crowley going back to hell.

            “I imagine he has some skulls to crack.” Sam said lifting himself from the chair and stretching. You slid off the bed and did the same.

            “So who is cooking?” You asked with a big grin, happy to be home, in love, and alive. Both laughed at you and were relieved that you were keeping it together.

          “You’re probably starving.” Dean laughed moving you towards the door. Truth was you were starving, beyond starving.

        The rest of the day was simple and relaxing. The boys cooked you Philly cheesesteaks and mac and cheese. You ate more than a person your size should have been able to. After eating you each went your own way for a while before reconvening back in the kitchen for more food, this time spicy chicken wings and fries, and beer. The three of you decide it was movie night and took your food and the snacks you always had on hand and decided on watching Sherlock on Netflix.

       “We are watching in your room.” Dean yelled from down the hall before you could catch him.

         “Why do we have to use my room?” You asked chasing after him, Sam trailing behind with the beer.

          “Thanks to your boyfriend, you have the biggest bed.” As she spoke he used his hip to open your door. You couldn’t argue with him there. Crowley was a go big or go home kind of man, your bed was huge. The three of you got comfy and settled in for a relaxing night of fun, full bellies, and laughs

        The rest of the week was uneventful in comparison to the last. You had managed to start fixing another bike, deep clean your room, and did so much data entry that you didn’t want to ever see a computer again. Taking a break from your tasks, you were in the library with the boys watching a mindless action/comedy, The A Team. The boredom had finally gotten to you and sleep became more appealing than laying on the couch watching a movie.

        After telling the boys to finish the movie without you, you lazily shuffled to your room. The oversized bed beckoned you to fall into it’s embrace, though it wasn’t as appealing now that you saw all of the empty space; too much for one person. You missed your demon. The clothes that you were wearing were cozy enough that you didn’t bother changing; maroon leggings, an oversized black band tee, thick socks, and a cozy cardigan. Reading your book didn’t have the same appeal. Every time you opened it, you thought of Crowley.

     Back in Hell things were getting back into place, not like Crowley gave anyone a choice. Apart from him making his presence as King known he also had to fix the ranks of the cross road demons. As it turns out, Joshua was the one killing of fellow demons in the hopes that Crowley would show up on his own to fix the “problem”, ultimately ending in Joshua killing him in a surprise attack. Your budding relationship had kept Crowley distracted enough that Joshua had to go to plan B and make a deal with the dragons.

       Drifting off, you dreamt about the mansion in Ireland, the smell of the fireplace, and the sound of the waves. You enjoyed reliving the special moments that you had with Crowley, though the memory of him was not cutting it. Your dream began to fade as you started to wake up. It was in the middle of the night, so you were unaware of your surroundings. Stretching, you shuffled out of bed and headed out the door to go get some water. About the time that you reached the door, you realized that you were most defiantly not in your own room.

      You reached out and grabbed the glass diamond doorknob and then it hit you where you were. After being stuck in your own head, you were concerned that you were having a very vivid dream. You quietly opened the door and shuffled out to the landing. Though it was in the middle of the night there were a select few dim lights on through the house. Soft piano music bounced off the marble walls and made its way up the stair case to you.

      Following the faint glow of the lamps and the melodic tune, you made your way to the library. It was your favorite place in the whole house. Sitting in front of the roaring fire with a glass of whiskey was Crowley humming Ed Sheeran’s Kiss Me while he read.

      “You’re awake.” He commented softly as you entered the room. Crowley put down his book, Grimm fairytales. You mentally chuckled at his choice, he would enjoy the gruesome stories.

      “Are you sure? This seems really similar to most of my dreams lately.” You responded with a smile.

      “You dream about me?” As he spoke, he lifted himself off the cushions on the floor, the same ones where your first date took place. Crowley took your hand and lead you to the fireplace. Instead of sitting down, you lightly pushed him onto the floor and crawled in his lap facing him. You could feel the heat of the flames on your face as you leaned down and kissed him.

       Breaking the kiss and looking at him, you were grinning from ear to ear, your cheeks flushed. “I don’t think I can be around a fire place without wanting to make love to you in front of it.” Crowley threw back his head and laughed a full hearty laugh. Resting your head on his shoulder, you reveled in his happiness and yours.

       “I am so thankful that, despite the horrible things you have face, that you have not lost your sense of humor and your spark.” Taking his finger, he placed it under your chin and lifted your lips towards him and gently pressed his to yours.

       At first the kiss was soft and slow, you pulled back just enough to whisper “I missed you” on his warm lips. The soft tickle of your words lit a fire within him. Roughly he wrapped both of his arms around you, both hands tangled in your hair. The feeling of his beard scratching at your cheeks and chin felt uncomfortable and incredible simultaneously. Both of you began to breath heavier as the kisses grew more passionate, fueled by your love for one another.

        Crowley’s tongue demanded entrance into your mouth, and there was no way you were going to deny him. At feeling him, you let out a moan, resulting in him pulling lightly on your hair. You ground your hips into him, feeling him growing hard against your movements. You played this small game of sexual cat and mouse until neither of you could take it anymore.

         Though Crowley could remove both of your clothes with just the snap of his fingers, he never did. Instead he, almost painfully slow, pulled your cardigan off, his eyes roaming you hungrily. Then he placed both of his hands firmly at your sides and began removing your shirt. Once the fabric was over your head, you could feel the warmth of the fire on your bare chest. Crowley took you. The first time you had made love to him was nothing like this. This was different, there was no desperation to forget the dangers that surrounded either of you. In this moment you were safe and unequivocally each other’s. The first time you made love that night it was in the presence of the one true King of Hell. 

         Six months ago you would have never guessed                                 that the darkest  soul of Hell would                                                       actually be the light of your life.

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[kirstiebolos]

H E R She’s far beyond perfect, Far beyond the ideal girl. She’s flawed and bruised Reserved and misunderstood. Her imperfections led her To try and be like her Savior. Not comparing her present chapter She’s her own version of better. — Photo: @kirstiebolos Captured: @elzangbertud — Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scribblesandblabs/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/scribblesandblabs/ Twitter: https://mobile.twitter.com/scribbles_blabs YouTube: https://youtube.com/channel/UCt4E2u2NmyBzWLoyhyq_Mlw — #chapter30 #beyondboundaries #scribblesandblabs #canva #composition #HER #birthdaypost #writer #womanempowerment https://www.instagram.com/p/ChBRX3bverO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[looneytoonz242]

6.15.88 🎂Thank you EVERYONE for all of the birthday wishes and words of inspiration as I enter this new chapter of life. It meant alot that all of you took time out to Send me a message and I look forward to what this year brings💚 📷 @nathaliaartnet005 #Chapter30 #happybirthday #gemini #june15 #yoga #yogi #yogamenofcolor #yogabahamas #brogi #beach (at Old Fort Bay Club)