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gingermaple · 4 months ago
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have another cuteguy :D
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mrtequilasunset · 1 year ago
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The Sheriff's grasp on Hanky code is loose at best
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 8 months ago
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Dean Devlin: In case you haven’t heard the exciting news, Christian Kane has officially joined the cast of #TheLibrarians The Next Chapter, coming to The CW 📚
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defensive-tactics · 3 months ago
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Keep your hands free so you can defend yourself.
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ghostaholics · 1 year ago
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talos-stims · 2 years ago
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steampunk cosplay | source
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eddis-not-eeddis · 9 months ago
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Oh my gosh, I love men so much.
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charybdic · 8 months ago
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Beginning to realise that there may be a small problem in my cosplay (how the fuck am I gonna carry anything)
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nightinngales · 11 months ago
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“any blade over 4 inches is against the law” sounds like a law written by someone feeling insecure about the size of their own knife. just get a bigger one
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itstimeforstarwars · 11 months ago
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Of course you can be masc and carry a purse. Cargo pants can only hold so many tools after all.
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creepyscritches · 2 years ago
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Been making amigurumis for a little over a month and a half now and my hands haven't broken down from anything yet :Oc
Imagine the little babies I could be making now if I hadn't had to stop crocheting when I was 17 bc my hands were deteriorating so bad and I had to pick a single craft to focus on and leave everything else behind (it was 2D art lol....)
I. Can. Make. Them. NOW!!! No gods no masters no limits baby I'm making shit so cute it makes me want to crush them >:O
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sydmarch · 2 years ago
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OH YEAH I need to show you all the other thing I bought literally the most useless backpack in the world doesn't even come close to fitting my phone but
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of course I had to have him. my new best friend. the straps look like this
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spaces0ngs · 2 years ago
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THINGS IRIS ALWAYS CARRIES WITH THEM:
their modified revolver ( bigger barrel, specially fashioned grip )
cigarettes
alcohol flask
aya's gun ( similar to iris' but with a closed, much larger cylinder )
an old photograph of them and the trio ( faded at the edges, in a pocket sewn close to their breast, iris is in the middle with the girls hugging them while tommy stands behind with arms around all their shoulders )
6' strap
spare change of clothes ( usually a flannel )
loose change
gauze and bandages ( they always run out )
guilt
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hopedefined · 14 days ago
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was googling the uncanny #5 release date for Reasons and
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#1 it's not my fault that that man looks so good beat to hell it's just not I am only human G-d gave me eyes to see etc. etc.
#2 KITTIES PROTECC. THEY ATTACC. WILL NOT LET FATHER BECOME SNACC.
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wrenchinator-central · 8 months ago
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Wow! I resisted the temptation to buy something I really don’t need! I should treat myself by getting something even more expensive that I also don’t need!
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bi-writes · 7 months ago
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thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)
just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.
it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.
and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.
maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.
you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.
or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.
because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.
so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.
"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"
"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."
"tha' right?"
"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.
"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"
not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.
"h-how to be a good girl."
and you think you feel him smile.
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