#cigar burns

[th3d0nutl0rd]

No thoughts just Logan putting a cigar out on his hand and moaning

[moongothic]

Crocodad AU where immidiately after having left Dragon and his baby boy Crocodile finds an 11 year old Robin. And while he's 100% only recruiting her so they can make a beeline for the Poneglyph and Pluton in Alabasta by the two of them... Crocodile accidentally sorta kinda adopts Robin.

At this point Robin's been running for her life from the Government for three years so her deep trust issues and fear of betrayal are starting to take root in her little heart. Like perhaps they haven't taken fully over yet, and being still a child I'm sure Robin might've still had that genuine hope that she could find a safe place to stay in. But I'm sure the though of "what'll he'll do with me once he gets what he wants?" would be nagging at her at the back of her mind. Meanwhile Crocodile's struggling between the pain and hurt he's already gone through and given him his trademark trust issues, as well as the aftermath of The Dragodile Divorce. But he also has his Fresh Paternal Instincts and probably misses his baby. So when given a small, scared child who is running for her life, being chased by the very same Government that'll want his son dead if they ever find out about him... Yeah that might fuck with your brain a little

You know this post was supposed to be just that first paragraph and just a few footnotes from the following two paragraphs. And then I kept on Having Thoughts. And I kept on writing them down. And oh no what happened when did this post get so long (Look I was going to either kept on writing my Additional Thoughts in the tags or I just put them in the actual fucking post)

Like considder this: based on this one SBS, we can kinda tell that if Crocodile was given a chance to raise a child, that child would be a spoiled little shit, right

So in this scenario, where Crocodile's looking after lil Robin, would he be kind of torn? Unsure how to feel about her?

Because on one hand, this strange child would have the potential to not only ruin his plans, strip him of his Shichibukai Privileges by outing him and his plans to the World Government, but also put his son in grave danger by extension (if she found out about him having been involved with the Revolutionaries and/or having a child). But on the other hand, his paternal instincts could make him want to spoil this poor little girl rotten. But only because he needs to (perhaps literally) buy her trust so she'll behave. No other reason, he doesn't feel sorry for her one bit, no sirree. (But maybe he did feel sorry for her, since his son could very well end up exactly like her. Poor little thing) (Which is why he needs to nuke Marijoa out of orbit as soon as possible, no matter the cost, and this child can't get in the way of Crocodile protecting his son) (But also this is a child. Like how bad could she be. Besides all he really needs to do to win her trust is be nice and make her feel safe, right?)

Of course, while I'm suggesting Crocodile could have some parental instincts, realistically, he hasn't actually spent any time being, you know, a father to a child (looking after his newborn for an unknown though short amount of time aside), so it's possible he wouldn't even know how to parent Robin even if he wanted to, would he? (Like taking care of a newborn and an 11 year old kid aren't the same either) So if he was kind of just emotionally flipflopping between No Trusting Ever and It's Just A Kid for God's Sake, Crocodile trying to be nice to Robin to make her feel safe and then telling himself to stop being so soft and vunerable... Yeah that would make for an absolute mess of a relationship. (Not to mention, let's be real, dude's a scary motherfucker too, and a bloody giant compared to itty bitty baby Robin. He could keep on accidentally scaring the shit out of Robin (who would be On Fucking Edge To Begin With) by just Being Himself. Like for example, can you fucking imagine if he caught Robin trying to cheer herself up with a little "dereshishishi" only to tell her to stop because "it was stupid"? 'Cause I can imagine him doing that, and boy howdy would that make Robin feel bad)

Or who knows, maybe Crocodile was just Born To Be A Dad, maybe he just Fucking Gets It. Like Crocodile is canonically pretty good at manipulating people to do what he wants them to do (see: how he played Vivi like a fiddle), so knowing Robin's position and understanding how she feels, maybe he COULD completely nail how she needed to be treated. Not being too familiar but still making her feel safe and happy, knowing exactly when to be stern and when to spoil her, etc. Dude just goes off and wins the Dad of the Year Award while being a deadbeat dad himself. The only thing Crocodile would have to worry about then would be making sure HE doesn't get too fond of her. And certainly that could never happen, he's so in-touch with his own feelings and so grounded, he's not a softie, get outta here. Or maybe he does but never realizes until it's too late and good luck backpedalling on those emotions now dumbass

Alright so, the reason I went on that whole rmble is just that like. I'm so interested in the relationship Robin and Crocodile already have in canon. I'm so facinated and curious about how the two feel about each other, considdering they did spend 4 whole years of their lives together as criminal business partners, though neither ever trusted the other. A partnership that was only ended because Robin betrayed Crocodile, out of her own trauma. (God, I want to see these two "reunite" so bad, I want to know how they feel about each other now after the timeskip and Robin joining the idiot in flipflops who foiled Croc's plans)

My question here is just that... if they had met 13 years earlier, would things have been different? Especially if Crocodad Real? Because as I mentioned in the begining, Robin would've been on the run for only 3 years by this point, as opposed to 16 years before running into Crocodile. Simultaneously, this would be before Crocodile went onto spend an entire decade all alone, slowly losing his marbles in his emotional solitude. They'd both be emotionally traumatized, yes, but would it have been as bad in this scenario? Like I did start this post kind of joking about Crocodile adopting Robin, and for clarity's sake I don't think they'd have like a father-daughter relationship nececarily. But it would be a strange relationship still, because we'd have two broken people, both struggling to trust anyone. One who had lost her mother and her only friends, leaving her all alone and afraid while running for her life. The other a father who had just given up his son whom he probably missed dearly. Both having these holes in their hearts from loss of family, holes that could not be filled with replacements. But could they find comfort in each other anyway, because they still as people occupy similar roles to their respective loved ones? If they both could just get over those trust issues?

Okay I've been going off on the Emotional Side Of Things for this AU Concept, THERE'S PLOT TOO

So if Crocodile did pick Robin up like 19 years ago, that should be before he set up base in Alabasta, long before he had built is homebase and financial empire etc.

Now the thing is, while we don't know when, where and how Crocodile learned about the Ancient Weapons, Pluton specifically and how the lead on it would be in Alabasta... Considdering Crocodile did once upon a time aim to become Pirate King, it would make perfect sense if he had learned about Poneglyphs during his past adventures, as he would have needed to get the Road Poneglyphs to find One Piece. And while the World Government did bury the truth about why Ohara had been burned down and why Robin had been given her bounty (remember, the WG claimed it was because she had sunken a fleet of battleships, which she had not, it was because she could read the Poneglyphs), considdering this is a Crocodad AU specifically, you could totally make an argument Crocodile could've learned about what actually happened to Ohara from Dragon and co. So, just to make this AU work, you could just assume Crocodile learned about the concept of the Ancient Weapons from Dragon. And who knows, maybe he overheard the truth about why Robin had been given her bounty from Dragon too (maybe Dragon was able to get intel from Garp in secret) or while going to Marijoa himself to attend a Shichibukai meeting or something IDK.

Maybe he learned about Pluton being in Alabasta before finding Robin by accident, and maybe they made a beeline for Alabasta the second Croc recruited Robin. Travelling takes time and the guy would've most likely had to find an Eternal Pose to Alabasta just to get there (also canonically Robin didn't enter the Grand Line until her 20s so they should've met in West Blue probably, since that's where Ohara was) Or maybe Crocodile had to haul Robin around for a few months while looking for That Missing Piece of Information that would lead him to Alabasta. (Imagine the two travelling from like island to island, library to library, Crocodile trying to find that leads while Robin's just so excited about ALL THESE BOOKS (she's helping too with the research) (but to her, research is playtime, so she's just having the time of her life) (Also, notice how Crocodile's Theoretical Child is a fucking loser ass nerd? Yeah Crocodile would encourage Robin reading and studying, surely. And that would be fucking cute))

But like, once they set sail to Alabasta...

Sure, Crocodile could try to do it The Slow Way that we know he tried in canon, building trust and creating his little empire etc. But also, in canon, Crocodile couldn't have jumped into action head first because without Robin, even if he had found the Poneglyph he couldn't have read it and found the location of Pluton. Crocodile choosing to do it the slow way may have been partially because he didn't have much of a choise and it could've felt like the smarter move long-term.

But in this scenario, he already has Robin. Yes, he could do it the slow, secure way.

But what'd be there stopping him from infiltrating Cobra's palace and kidnapping him (in the night, when nobody suspects a thing), demanding Cobra to spill the beans lest Crocodile kills him and/or his pregnant wife* (*Vivi was born 10 months after Luffy so depending on how long it's been between Crocodad leaving Luffy behind and this scenario... Yeah either the wife is there, still pregnant, or there's a newborn Baby Vivi)

Like it'd be a risky move but depending on how ballsy Croc's feeling and how confident he feels in being able to kidnap the king without being noticed... Yeah he could probably do it. And I'm sure he'd have no problem killing Cobra either, if anything it'd be required if he didn't want the Government to find out he was out to find Pluton, and god knows Cobra would tell on Crocodile if left alive. I could see Crocodad being maybe a little iffy about killing Baby Vivi though (it's not like the newborn baby could report him to the WG anyways), but if nothing else, he just needs to be able to pull off the bluff of his life to convince Cobra to do as he's told. And we all know Crocodile's good at convincing people.

The only question is, how would Robin take that?

Watching Crocodile go into Full Murder Mode, hearing him say he'd kill a pregnant woman/a newborn baby if he didn't get what he wanted? Like yeah, I'm sure 11 year old Robin would be fine with that, that wouldn't make any alarm bells go off in her head at all, it'd be fiiiine. IT WOULD NOT BE FINE, SHE'D BE SCARED SHITLESS. That fear of "what will he do with me when he gets what he wants"? Well, Robin may not have found the answer to that question in particular, but she certainly found the answer to the opposite question, and it's not good

So say Cobra, kidnapped (perhaps with Baby Vivi) by Crocodile in the night, guides the two to the Poneglyph under the tombs. Crocodile puts Cobra out of his misery because he's not needed anymore. And he asks Robin to read the Poneglyph for him.

Robin, who has spent the last little while, be it weeks or months with Crocodile, him having become her "guardian", the thing keeping her safe. Crocodile, who has now shown how cold blooded and cruel he can be. Robin, who might be scared out of her mind. Of him.

And the Poneglyph says Pluton, the thing Crocodile wants, isn't there. It's in Wano.

What's she going to do?

EDIT: I wrote a sequel post, enjoy

[gods-perfect-idiots]

that old man yaoi brainrot got me good, folks

[shihlun]

David Lynch on the set of The Straight Story (1999)

[skunkes]

wears off in a month or so

[peargreen-jellybean]

random horny thought at fucking 10:30 am;

yk the gif re-floating around of logan putting his cigar out on his palm, his little facial expressions of like ‘oh?? might do that later hmm’

ok ok ok, now imagine logan is smoking a cigar (bc he doesn’t drink that much anymore but he still has his little guilty pleasures), in jeans, in a tank top. wade comes in to bother him bc that’s his new favorite pastime. wade sees the cigar and makes a possibly terrible/ excellent decision to piss logan off just a little bit

something, something ‘you know those are bad for you’, terrible flirting and mock scolding.

and then he just plucks the cigar from logan’s lips. spins it around. and lowers it to grind the lit end right below logan’s collar bone

heavy eye contact. logan shocked, letting out a small gasp, but so quietly into it. wade freaking out in his head bc it was supposed to be funny (and just a little playfully flirty) but now there’s something so fucking charged between them it’s threatening to send them up in flames

so wade pulls the cigar off logan, tucks it back into logan’s lips, and hightails it out of there before he does something truly, obscenely stupid

yea… oof

[waterme-stories]

I hope your Deadpool/Wolverine fic is getting some fresh love from people introduced to the pairing by the new movie. Truly ahead of its time.

Yeah, I'd say it's doing alright for itself 😉

I think the characterization in "Burn Baby Burn" is pretty similar to the movie, which is surprising given that I wrote it over two years before! They love to hate each other, and will never admit how much fun they both have doing it. Combine that with the gratuitous violence of The Honda Hatefuck and we got ourselves a hit! Not too shabby for a silly gross rarepair fic that came to me in a dream!

“This what you’re looking for?” Logan asked. “This what you fucking want?” Wade swallowed hard. Rasped. “Maybe. Not what I’m not looking for.” Logan and Wade share a smoke, and celebrate Canada Day in their own special way.

(cigar kink, hate sex, bad bdsm etiquette, and gratuitous bodily injury for sexual gratification)

[thekenobee]

Burn Gorman more like GOREman but ok as Vinsher Grath

[lunarscaled]

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Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

-> Tesla was right——there was a considerable amount of stacked up Christmas decorations stored away. Lyric was almost shocked at how much; Ulquiorra must have spent days decorating all of Las Noches under his previous Lord's command, and Lyric thinks even if they decorated both palaces head to toe in décor, they still wouldn't be able to use it all .ᐟ So they have to settle for a fraction. A tasteful amount, that makes their chest warm and their body feel fuzzy to look at it. Wreathes and garland wrapped around pillars and twinkling lights tacked up on the wall around the library. Lyric's own room benefitted from several festive looking bows and wreaths of ornaments and colored lights that they left on even when they turned everything else out to sleep at night, their many shifting colors steadily luring them into sleep with technicolored dreams. They even managed to find a tree! A fake one, yes, and a little bent up and scraggly, but a tree all the same! Lyric put it in the... what could generously be described as the living room of Ulquiorra's palace and decorated it to the nines with Tesla, eyes starry and wide. It made them giddy to see it in the mornings and late evenings, though they knew there would be no snow outside or chilly breeze. Just the feeling was enough.

"——Did you know there's a legend that says Mistletoe symbolizes the enduring love of a goddess who lost her son? He died to an arrow made of mistletoe, and she cried on it.

Supposedly, it swore that it would kiss anyone that passed beneath it, so long as it was never used as a weapon again."

-> Lyric hadn't personally hung up every decoration, obviously. It was faster in some instances for them to split up and cover two ends of a very very large room than to muddle over things together. They hadn't realized there were mistletoe bundles in any of the boxes to begin with, let alone that Tesla has seemingly gone about hanging them all up, but with a chance to eye the shiny white berries of the plant from below they feel compelled to share their insight.

"And in Saturnalia it was though of as a romantic wedding plant, and in another culture a sign of fertility... In Britian it became popularized through stories to kiss under a mistletoe and pluck a berry. It was good luck if you said yes and bad luck if you refused."

-> Beside twinkling white Christmas lights, in the dimmed ambiance of the palace hall to improve the visibility of their work, Lyric's eyes are filled with little stars. Their cheeks are touched a rosy red in the heights and in their ears, a soft smile graces their face. No matter how often they are despondent, now they are shining around him. For him, perhaps, in a way. He put all this up for them, after all. They rock back and forth slightly on their heels a few feet from him. Close but not as close as before. They look at the plant and then back to him, just once.

"——but mistletoe is parasitic and toxic. The leaves have a poison in them, and they rely on feeding off other trees to grow. Yet we still associate them with romance and luck in love and kissing. Isn't that interesting, Tesla?"

"One story even says a golden bough of mistletoe was used to enter the land of the dead so a man could speak to his father...

Luckily, I don't need mistletoe to talk to you, right? Hehe."

[cyberrat]

91st Batch Of Fics: 13th Fill

Alastor/Vox – Dress Up AU – hate sex; cigar burns – Vox knows he's won this round and he is going to rub it in Alastor's face.

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Vox’ eyes narrow as he pulls on his cigar. It’s thick and stout, and while Alastor does not care for smoking either way the dichotomy between this and the feminine, long cigarettes Valentino prefers does not go past him.

It seems a wholly unnecessary show of dominance and masculinity; one that would have him lean back in disgust normally, if he were inclined to exude enough brain power to even notice such a fact.

As it was, he stays perfectly still, his body rippling with sensation that his shadow feeds to him in a devious little feedback loop.

The creature is usually so… well, not necessarily well-behaved, but easy enough to guide. Easy enough to satisfy by letting it romp free once in a while. In a controlled way. Not like this.

Sending him to scout out Husker’s whereabouts had been a gross miscalculation. He should maybe have anticipated that the old Tomcat would be gone for these silly, carnal desires. He should definitely have anticipated that the shadow would get jealous.

One more thing to punish Husker for at a later time.

Vox looks annoyed. Did he notice Alastor’s thoughts wandering? Does he have any idea how difficult it is to focus when half his person is running wild with desire, his shadow growing steadily behind him and curling warm, thick appendages around Alastor’s limbs?

The other leans in as if for a kiss – Alastor feeling himself wanting to meet him halfway, his mouth opening a fraction, throat growing tight with anticipation – and blows a thick plume of musky, sweet smoke right into Alastor’s face. He can feel it caressing his skin as he scrunches his face and leans back and into his shadow. His breath is coming in fast, little pants once the smoke dissipates. His tongue feels swollen and wet in his mouth, pressing against his bottom lip.

Alastor realizes that he is nervous.

Vox’ face is right there on the other side of the thinning grey wall. The shine of his screen has been dimmed considerably, but his eyes are still glowing; even more so in the surrounding darkness. They’re large and intent and remind Alastor of a bird of prey as he at last feels himself getting touched: Vox’ free hand slowly encircling one of his wrists the same time that one of the tentacles of his growing shadow gently pull his cane out of his loosening grasp.

“You are playing a little game,” he hears Vox’ deep voice but his mouth has vanished in the sunset of his screen. “I don’t know yet what it is, but I will find out. What I do know is that you gambled too hard. And lost.”

Alastor’s mouth is opening slightly wider as if to protest the obvious. More smoke pushes out of Vox and is pressed right into him in turn, filling his mouth and creeping down into his lungs. He has not seen Vox taking another drag from his cigar but here they are. Enveloped in a snug little embrace, the space sectioned off by the plumes curling around their bodies.

His shadow is throbbing and hot against his back. It is touching the base of his tail again; warm and massaging, slowly trailing along the tiny bone inside the generous fluff; up to the very tip and then back down again. Alastor’s eyes are starting to grow heavy, his heart slowing to a crawl.

Vox gently, slowly lowers Alastor’s hand toward his crotch yet again as he says: “Don’t be a sore loser now.”

Alastor keeps fighting it but the more he struggles, the emptier his head seems to be getting. His fingers twitch, stiff at first, then slowly molding themselves around the erection he can feel, cupping Vox through his slacks.

Vox’ large, glowing eyes do not flinch. His voice is creeping through the thick, musky smoke, enveloping Alastor as surely as its scent.

“There you go. Now. On your knees, Alastor.”

Alastor’s back goes ramrod straight. He’s still panting, heart ratcheting up to a painful,  fast beat in his chest. His head is swimming. He struggles against the command and his unwieldy, lethargic tongue unwilling to cooperate – until his shadow behind him groans, putting its weight against his spine until he has no choice but to finally let it fold.

His gaze does not move away from Vox’ burning eyes. It ignites an even hotter fire in his own stomach. Hatred. Hatred, burning hatred, hatred searing through every fibre of his being, every synapse that fires overeager and wrong. He will kill him. He will kill him and Husker and he will make it hurt for ever making him debase himself as this-

No, the primordial voice of the shadow croons through his skull. Alastor has only heard it a handful of times and is startled to find it speaking to him now.

Not hatred.

Lust.

.o.

Vox holds Alastor’s gaze as he holds his cigar somewhere in the darkness of his screen. The round head glows a hellish orange every now and then, seconds before a fresh, fragrant plume of thick smoke folds down against his chest and drips over Alastor’s head like water.

He folds his ears against his skull in response. He feels held down by the smoke as much as his shadow crouching over him and shaking with mirth and excitement.

It is Alastor who breaks the stalemate first, his gaze finally dropping to watch Vox slowly unfastening his belt. The clinking of the metal sounds muted in the hot little space he fashioned for the three of them.

Alastor’s mouth feels overly sensitive as he watches him pop open the button, then expertly pinch the zipper between his deathly sharp claws and drags it down one tooth at a time. He moves leisurely and without any nervous energy.

He knows that he has Alastor. That no power in Hell can wrench him out of his grasp right now. Alastor’s hands are pressed to the cold metallic ground between his thighs. His throat is tight and his ribs have trouble expanding to let him pull air into his lungs.

He doesn’t know whether that is because of the thick smoke surrounding him or the cloying shadow keeping him imprisoned and egging him on.

Void black fingers creep to open his bowtie and pop open the little buttons of his stiff collar. When they pull it open and warm air ruffles the fur of his throat, he rears back, a whine trapped just behind his clenched teeth.

Vox’ hand is right there on the crown of his head, guiding his eyes back up toward him. They stare at each other.

“Nowhere to run,” his dark voice drips down to him. “This room is cut off from everything when I want it to be. Be good, Alastor. For once in your sordid little afterlife admit that you have lost.” A thin line of light briefly slices through Vox’ screen, the imprint of a vicious shark smile left on Alastor’s retinas before it vanishes again: “Bested by your own desires, no less.”

He reaches up with the other hand and plucks the thick cigar from his screen. He tilts Alastor’s head to the side, gentle like a benediction.

Alastor watches the cigar descent and he knows… he knows what is going to happen but he kneels there anyway; not trying to defend himself, his shadow undulating against his back, the primordial voice filling his skull with a rumble that feels like it is going to split him like a ripe grape.

Delicious. The word briefly flits through his thoughts before white hot pain subsumes his nerve endings as the fat, burning cigar end is pressed to the side of his exposed neck, burning away soft fur in seconds before digging against the skin underneath.

His eyes roll up into his head.

[gmanmedias]

Firestarter with fire, cigars/cigarettes and trans/nonbinary pride for @dead-dog-dont-eat !

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[kply-industries]

[degenerata69]

Continuation from my prompt for time-travel-age-gap-AU-or-whatever. Hope you enjoy!

Meanwhile, Mullet Stanley gathered the courage to speak to teen Ford. It was awkward, Ford didn't want to believe him at first until there wasn't any doubt it was him. Horrorized by the sight and realization, he dragged Stanley to their bedroom for him to treat his wounds and create a plan. During these months, despite his anger, he couldn't help but wonder how his brother was doing. He convinced himself Stanley was a fighter and would survive, but reality struck him like a million bricks. He had a mullet for fucks sake.

Stanley smoked a Cuban cigar while explaining to Teen Ford everything that went down, how he'd lived in his car, the gangs, the scams, the violence but left out an important piece of information he'd figure the young and jealous Ford didn't need to know yet. He remembers that the first time Stanford topped was after school, Stan got compliments from a sweet girl in class, and Ford needed to "claim" him. He couldn't imagine telling him that around this time, he survived by hopping from motel rooms, bars, gas stations, and public bathrooms.

Teen Ford just stared at him, hugged him, cried profusely, and apologized for abandoning him, promising to fix it. One thing led to another, and Ford put his lips on Stanley. While Stanley craved this more than anything else, we wanted to give up. He shouldn't do it. He is hurting his brother, he cannot allow this. Not again.

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Paranoid Stanford, like the past few months, was not thinking straight, he was pounding his little brother on top of his work desk. Probably ruining some projects along the way, he bit, spit, bruised, slapped, and fucked him, desperate for marking him, he couldn't believe Stanley was tainted by someone else, couldn't let that happen to this Stanley, he needed to make him his again.

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It turned out, to the surprise of no one, that Stanley couldn't resist the temptation of fucking his twin. A few kisses on the neck and "But I want this" and that's what it took to have Ford jumping on his cock, burning the cigar to his flesh as Ford requested.

He knew Ford was a masochistic freak. When he got an A instead of an A+, he would ask the younger to fuck him without lube. It shouldn't be a surprise but he was astonished by Ford's insistence on being "punished"

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They enjoy the sex their younger selves were providing for them, forgetting anything else existed, they both finished at the same, hitting the post-coital blues while the teenagers clung to them.

Of course, the best thing to do was to fix the machine and send everyone to their original timeline. But was it? He couldn't count that past Ford would make up things with Stan before it was too late. He couldn't bear to imagine him sleeping another night alone. But what about his Stanley? Was he selling his body at this moment in time? He knew he had to make it up; he might be tainted, but it was his fault.

Stanley, in the meantime, knew that everything was set up in his favor; Stanford would forgive his past self, and they'd figure it out together, get a real job, and attend university with his twin and prevent him from doing whatever the hell was happening in the present. If time travel movies were depicting reality, as soon as he comes back to his timeline, everything would change and it would be the perfect world.

But what if it isn't? What if the Stan Twins from this dimension live happily ever after but he doesn't get the same? Ford is waiting for him to take a stupid journal to the other side of the world, could his mind be changed, or was he sending teenage Stanley on his way, all alone?

The teenagers purred, their heartbeats synchronizing with their adult counterparts.

There is no harm with one more week, right?

[cosmic-walkers]

the contrast between the tudors and wolf hall.

in the tudors, thomas burst into tears but in mirror and the light, he was sooo chill like 'let's get this over with' kinda chill.

[tj-crochets]

What if you crocheted the cigar? Would that help the size problem? My brain is thinking: MR 6, INC 6, (SC, INC) 6 and then just SC to length and then color change to grey or red for the cigar end?

Depending on the yarn, you could get a nice texture to the cigar too.

Crocheting the cigar is definitely an option, and depending on the scale I was going for that's pretty much the pattern I was thinking too, I just have to admit I know nothing about cigars or what their texture usually is lol