#dont call me angel

[heavenboy09]

5 Years Ago, On November 15th, 2019 👩👩🏾👱🏻‍♀️👩🏼😇😇😇

Colombia Pictures Presents

The Remake Of The Classic American Crime Drama Female Spy 🕵️‍♀️ Television 📺 Series & Movie 🎥 Franchise Of 1976 & 2000

Directed By The Fabulous & Humorous

Elizabeth Banks 👩🏼

Elena Houghlin is a scientist, engineer and inventor of Calisto -- a sustainable energy source that will revolutionize the way people use power.

But when the cutting edge technology falls into the wrong hands, Elena turns to the Townsend Agency for help.

Now, it's up to the Angels -- Jane, Sabina and the newly recruited Elena --

to retrieve Calisto before it can be transformed into a weapon of mass destruction.

In A World 🌎 Where Men Rule Dominance In All Things

It's The Women

Who Really Get The Job Done.

A Secret Government Organization Of Female Spies

Run The World 🌎, In Saving It From Evil 😈

JUST REMEMBER.

THEY'RE NOT JUST SPIES 🕵️‍♀️🕵🏾‍♀️🕵🏼‍♀️

THEY'RE ANGELS 👩👩🏾👱🏻‍♀️ 😇 😇😇

COLOMBIA PICTURES PRESENTS

KRISTEN STEWART 👱🏻‍♀️

NAOMI SCOTT 👩

& ELLA BALINSKA👩🏾

IN

CHARLIE'S ANGELS 👩👩🏾👱🏻‍♀️👩🏼😇 😇😇

GOOD MORNING ANGELS 😇

GOOD MORNING CHARLIE

HAPPY BELATED 5TH ANNIVERSARY TO COLOMBIA PICTURES

CHARLIE'S ANGELS 👩👩🏾👱🏻‍♀️👩🏼😇 😇😇

#CharliesAngels #ElenaHoughlin #SabinaWilson #JaneKano #Bosley #JohnBosely #Langston #Charlie #ColombiaPictures #DontCallMeAngel

[stillundefeated]

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i fell from heaven, now i’m living like a devil

[reineydraws]

i dont have a caption for you lol i'll let shanks's heart eyes speak for themselves 🫶

(source)

[beastlyidiocy]

my sweet old man who is genuinely too kind for the world he lives in :(

[dizzybizz]

al lsasints steret 🥺

i lvoe alll saints stereettttrahghghhhh

[souryam]

I try so hard to like rhaegar but I just can't w his ass. Imagine you marry a beautiful woman and she almost dies giving birth to your daughter. Not satisfied, you get her pregnant again, she gets even closer to death this time and people tell you she can't have children anymore. You take this all in and proceed to humiliate her in front of the entire westerosi nobility to woo a 14 year old. Hammering his chest in only good thing robert ever did

[happenssweet]

this song is so dodge mason coded... walk with me... let me present you with something...

when you'd first met dodge, you knew you wanted him as your first. your dad had hired him to help with some busy work around the church, and while dodge was neither particularly religious himself, nor interested in the way your father could turn anything into a sermon, he figured helping the man that was likely privy to everyone's thoughts and troubles could gain him some information.

what he had not anticipated was you coming up to him after a long day of getting the grassy yard beside the church set up for carp's easter breakfast.

what he had not anticipated was the way your legs kicked flowing white fabric forward, or how your fingertips felt over his as you handed him some water.

you could just tell, from the way his shirt hung from his shoulders and his adams apple bobbed, the way he thanked you in a voice full of distrust, that this was the boy for you.

he knew, vaguely, that you were the preacher's daughter. a little chaste, a bit more modest than most of the other girls your age. he'd once heard a guy make a joke in passing about getting 'struck down' being worth getting in your pants. and quite simply, that wasn't his speed. so he never thought much of you. until that afternoon.

now, dodge mason, who had been all but dubbed a recluse, was showing up for wednesday mass. who the fuck showed up for wednesday mass? dodge did. as long as he could sit next to you, letting you help lead him along during hymns, your fingertip drifting below the words long past the time he'd memorized them.

he even let you keep him after for a mini bible study each time, just the two of you discussing what had been on your mind regarding the book lately. he still didn't think he really believed in it all. but he liked the way you spoke about it, soft and kind and hopeful, a stark contrast to what he had experienced as religion in the south up until that point. until you.

so, yeah, when he asked your father for permission to take you out, you guessed you weren't too surprised. and you definitely didn't say no. he was respectful, always getting you back home on time, never going further than a few kisses and a hand on the waist or jaw. everyone else was a bit shocked, just to see the restraint. to see the way he'd soften his shell around you, letting you lean on him, talk to him all softly. even more shocked to see the way he'd do the same right back.

you supposed it didn't quite make sense. you'd known what he was like before, gruff and introverted, keeping to his family in terms of socialization. but then he took you home for the first time, and the moment you saw him with his mom and sister, it clicked. when he loved, he loved hard. and to introduce you to the most important people in his life? god, he must love you more than you ever could've guessed.

he didn't stay so restrained forever, easing you into longer kisses, then to makeouts, then to kisses on the neck and hands that wandered along your sides and arms. but they were never alone, always accompanied by an "is this okay?" or a "good?". and it always was.

once you were more comfortable, he became bolder, fingers slipping beneath fabric, tongue slipping between your lips and down your jaw. there were a few times you thought he might try and take it further, but it never turned to more than just heated makeouts. maybe he was trying not to scare you? you didn't know. but the way he groaned into your mouth before needing to cool off made you think when you finally did go all the way, it would be beyond passionate. borderline animalistic, you imagined. something you'd have to take your cross necklace off for.

but when you told him you were ready, the words dripping with implication, you could tell he was shocked. it wouldn't happen then. no, not when he hadn't prepared. not when he knew he couldn't give you all the time in the world.

and when it did, a week later, you never could've anticipated what it was. flickering candles sitting on his dresser and desk, fresh sheets, and flowers he'd handed you at the door. the faint smell of his cologne in the air, as if he'd sprayed some extra around the room earlier that day.

despite how long he'd waited, there wasn't even the smallest indication of a rush, not for the entire night. eagerness? yes. desire? most definitely. but through each and every step, dodge took as much time as he needed to treat you with the utmost care and consideration.

coming up behind you as you looked around his room, brushing soft kisses along the backs of your almost bare shoulders. gentle hands lifting the straps off of them, giving him full access to the typically-hidden expanses of skin.

he'd made sure the house would be empty for the weekend. he needed the time. needed to spend an hour just kissing you. just slowly uncovering every bit of you, not wanting to leave a single inch without reverent touch.

nothing had ever felt so right, regardless of what you may have been taught about premarital intimacy. "they have no idea what they're talking about", you thought as he held you, straddling his lap, stripped to your underwear, giggling softly as he kissed down past your cross necklace, the gold gleaming in the flickering candlelight. he laughed with you, his fingertips tracing deftly down your spine before slowly unhooking the clasp of your bra.

there was no way this could be wrong. there was no way this could be anything but holy, the way he looked in your eyes, the way he held you so carefully. this was goodness, this was God. what could be more sacred than this love?

you would both later describe it as a religious experience, in separate conversations, at separate times. that's exactly what it was. no need to take the necklace off. in fact, you couldn't imagine the experience without it. it belonged in that room, between the two of you.

it was in the way he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them off of you without ever breaking eye contact. it was in the way he kissed up your thighs, singing your praises, little whispers and breaths dancing across the tender flesh. this was his sacrament, getting his first taste of you, giving you your first taste of the rest of your life.

it was in the way he let himself come last, both literally and figuratively. it was in the way he let you look at him, hold him, observe him, before even thinking about spreading your legs again and settling between them. it was in the way he ran himself through your folds, making sure he was coated enough to not cause you even the slightest discomfort. it was in the way he held your hand next to your head, fingers interlaced, as he gently slipped in, asking how you were after every inch, making sure you were totally comfortable before letting a soft string of curses out through his lips.

and it was in the way he held you the whole time, made sure you knew how much he adored you every single second. there was no denying it anymore, if you ever could before.

every single minute of time he'd carved out for you, he spent worshipping you. even once he'd cleaned you up, even once the two of you had dressed again. until the second he had to drive you back home, he was holding you, kissing you, checking in on you, and loving you. making you feel as divine as the being that had brought the two of you together.

every single laugh, every single kiss, every single touch. that was what was holy.

[tullecake]

HI HELLO just so you know if you ever end up making an au or a crossover for Zack&Ray and Shadow&Maria you have at least one person interested in that!!!!!

wayyy ahead of you >:D

[aryomengrande]

after getting support cards for like five or six times in a row i finally got a character and it’s ran…the way the sleeves of his oversized sweater go past his hands is so ariana grande coded lol ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

arana what are u doing here?!

[sixtyroses]

I am a simple girl - being called a good girl makes me melt into a pink, glittery puddle.

[ritz-writes]

ive said multiple times of "things in good omens just hit me randomly" right?

crowley calling aziraphale angel

it hit. this ones never hit before idk why its doing it NOW. maybe its cuz my partner calls me angel now so it hits more?? but i just saw a comp of crowley saying it and it just??? ahghghgg it made my heart do a funny lil thing

he calls him!! angel!! sure it started as 'yeah this is what u are' but we all know its not that anymore.

he calls him angel

he calls aziraphale angel 😭😭

[gladiatorcunt]

han solo wants what atton rand has

[exaltior-a]

Every day I try not to be a hater to people in fandom who completely fall for a characters facade or false perception of themselves. Like girl the narrative device tricked you.

[shavalimonysal]

it soooo embarassing being the alt daughter in a mexican household tell me why am i the only one with 3 kg of black eyeliner

[angel-blitz]

Look at this slut

[jadelemonadee]

ok laplaces angel with seabury let me cook let me cook okay the king is the little “it’s the norm for animals” voice since he’s the main root of most if not all of seabury’s political beliefs or something idk and maybe the main thing is him having this whole realization that perhaps his beliefs don’t exactly perfectly align with his morals and that he was never in the right to begin with??? (with the loyalism thing and him being a pacifist) because yk the whole “oooooh could you take a look at me am i bad am i bad am i bad am i really that bad” right guys right haha right????/)/) please ive been having these thoughts conjuring up in my head for several months but idk how to put it into words and still be coherent 😭😭😭 this is so cringe ok bye don’t even read this (or do……😳😳😳😳)

listen to it pleaaaaase 🥺