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His Grace the Duke of Suffolk with his "I'm going to take you upstairs and fuck you seven ways to Sunday" expression 🍆♥️
#henry cavill#charles brandon#duke of suffolk#all man#tudors#cavill bde#brandon bde#his grace#like a barn door#above below and behind#🍆♥️
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recently domesticated knife missing his weird employees
#KV PPL DONT INTERACT#rewatching 98 with my friend so I’m thinking abt how funny the canonical ending is again#he’s like their barn cat#just a weird little freak they’re dragging around#at least 98 elendira is alive somewhere bc she never exists right#her and livio are just gonna show up at their door one day like 🧍♀️🧍you never got to us#rill'sart#rill’sart#trigun#meryl stryfe#milly thompson#trigun maximum#Trigun 98#millions knives#knives saverem
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among the countless titty mods one extremely based modder steps up
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they shouldve put the skull on wheels and given him a remote control to whizz around with. i think this would have made everyones lives exponentially worse but it would be extremely fucking funny
#everyone at 35 portland row woken up at 4am to the skull slamming into walls trying to do a three point turn#the skull comes whipping around corners trying to trip them#they close him in a room while barnes shows up one time and he starts driving into the door over and over again#lockwoods like oh that? we just got a cat 😊#feisty little thing. fits right in#<-(blatantly lying)#lockwood and co#the skull
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Whump Wheel request for our favorite werewolf!
✨ High fever ✨
but he's ambulatory somehow
"Sit your stupid ass down," Bucky snarled.
Jack shook his head, more slowly than usual. "I'm fine," he insisted, and it would even have been convincing if he'd managed to avoid slurring the second word.
"You are not fine," Elsa snapped from where she was fiddling with what she claimed was a ghoul gate but that Bucky could have sworn was a garden-variety pipe bomb with funny writing on it. "You're running a temperature of forty degrees, according to Barnes' arm sensors." She rolled her eyes. "A hundred and four in idiot units."
"Hey," Bucky warned her, then returned his attention to Jack, who had begun methodically pulling books off the shelves of the Newport mansion in which they'd gotten themselves trapped. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, stalking over to where his prey had managed to escape. "Do you wanna cook your brain or something?"
"I dunno, would it help?" Jack's eyes were glassy as he flipped pages without appearing to read. His cheeks and forehead were flushed with fever.
"What kinda stupid question is--hey!" Bucky grabbed Jack by his bicep and spun him in place so the werewolf had no choice but to face him. "Listen to me!"
"'m lissning," Jack slurred, staring at a point in space that seemed to be just off the end of Bucky's nose.
Bucky brought his metal palm up to press against Jack's cheek. Jack leaned into the cool touch with a barely suppressed moan.
"Hey," Bucky said, more gently this time. "You need to rest. You're sick."
"Don' get sick." Jack sounded offended at the very thought.
"He's right," Elsa put in. "Werewolves are immune to just about everything humans can catch." She paused. "Everything other humans can catch," she corrected.
"So what?" Bucky shot back. "Maybe he's got parvo or something!"
"Tha's racist," Jack informed him, swaying on his feet.
Bucky closed his eyes and silently counted to five thousand. Then he reopened then.
"Jack," he said, watching the werewolf's head wobble in response. "You want some water?"
Wobbly nod.
"Yeah, something to drink probably sounds good right about now. But you gotta sit down to drink your water, okay?"
Scowl. Wobble-nod.
"Good man." He gently guided the swaying man over to a chair near the cold fireplace. Jack didn't sit so much as collapse into it like his strings had been cut, but his head didn't hit anything on the way down, which was a win in Bucky's book.
"Try the drinks cabinet," Elsa suggested, still fiddling with her definitely-not-a-pipe-bomb.
Bucky grunted acknowledgment and headed for it. He'd give Jack alcohol if he had to--fluids were fluids, right?--but he wanted to find something low-proof if he could.
Good thing every rich evil bastard he'd ever net had kept the good stuff locked up and left the watered-down shit where guests and tippling servants could find it.
"Are you planning to blow us up with that thing?" he called to Elsa as he rummaged through the cabinet.
"If I can disable the sigils," she replied distractedly, "I can turn it from a ghoul gate into a perfectly ordinary explosive to use on the door."
The bottles were what he expected. Shit bourbon, shit scotch, fake cognac, real vodka... "Do you know how to disable the sigils?" he asked.
"Not as such, no."
Bucky paused, his metal fingers wrapped around a bottle of bitters. "Then should you be fucking with it?"
"Only if we don't want Jack to die."
The bottle shattered in his grip. He thought vaguely that he was going to have to clean the plates in his hand later.
"What?!" he yelped.
"Nobody gets a high fever in ten minutes flat," Elsa snarled. "It's a curse. Probably attached to this bloody gate. Jack knows more about most curses and sigils than I do, Barnes. He's had centuries to learn, and my education was rather more specialized. And now the curse is cooking his brain before he can break it!"
Bucky glanced over at Jack, who was slumped in his chair. "Fuck. I think he passed out."
"Bastards. Time for plan B." Elsa bit the fingertip of her left glove, tugged it off, and spat the glove aside. Then she bit the cuticle on her thumb, hard.
"What are you doing?" Bucky asked, in a higher register than he'd intended.
"Duct tape for curses."
"What?"
"Duct tape fixes everything, right? Most curses break with either blood or true love's kiss. Do you see any true lovers in here?" She squeezed her index finger against the wound in her thumb and began smearing blood across the definitely-a-bomb-now. "Get Jack behind the davenport."
"The what?!"
"The couch, Barnes!"
The oh-shit-that's-just-a-bomb began to beep.
Bucky lunged for Jack, scooped his limp body up, and was up and over the dav--couch, it was a goddamn couch--in seconds.
Elsa landed beside them just as the beeping stopped and the world went white.
#monster mash#whump#jack russell#jack russell whump#werewolf by night#don't worry they're fine#jack woke up like 20 minutes later with no idea what had happened#bucky is going to have a heart attack over these idiots#ted is not here because he wouldn't fit through the door#elsa bloodstone#bucky barnes#side note i have a personal vendetta against the word davenport and i wanted to blow one up
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listening to hits different by taylor swift thinking about trobed just a normal saturday
#i’m ok 😄😄😄😄😄 (is lying)#i could make an hour long video explaining how each lyric relates to them#'i pictured you with other girls in love then threw up in the street’#‘moving on was always easy for me to do’ ‘IT HITS DIFFERENT CAUSE ITS U!!!’#‘i heard your key turn in the door down the hallway / was that your key in the door? / is it okay? / is it you?’#‘or have they come to take me away’ AHHHHHHBBH#their angst makes me Insane like Insane#troy barnes#abed nadir#trobed#community tv
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coming out to say I think the ending was evil as balls and horrible to sam why'd you force him to live intrinsically broken inside and hollow living for the longest soul-decaying while without the person he loves most waking up every day and going goddammit not again while becoming a shell of a human it's almost sadistic why'd you do this to him
#having an apple pie life could have been ideal at the beginning if dean never showed up at his door in Stanford#but he did and they went through so much sam's priorities and who he is completely shifted#at the risk of sounding corny at the beginning if it could be measured#sam was 80% him 20% family and stuff#by the end he was left with 80% dean and him 20% void#it's simply not the same#seeing him live an excruciatingly long life alone knowing he's not emotionally present the half of it and his greatest wish is to die#that's tragic#truly when we dead awaken#samdean#sam winchester#mine#dean is equally fucked up for forcing this on sam too#sorry the montage in the bunker is anything but typical grief one could perfectly recover from#that said I love the finale for what it was (the barn scene samdean being domestic sam living a tragedy and them reuniting)#not a single person who is balls against the wall hating it can come up with a better ending if not straight up dogshit scenarios#It's not perfect I'm sure no one could've delivered one full-fledgedly rewarding except kripke but it was great for what's it worth#It was focused on sam and dean especially sam wasn't sidelined like he been for a while and that's the win I'll live and die with#spn#supernatural#also 7 minutes of incest the blueprint
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i’m going to cry… rock’s child inherits the most feral abnormal messed up dna of any child ever and still ends up being the most well-adjusted one (rock’s nurture overcoming his and his child’s nature)
(this is from this rrreddit post. if you’re wondering why molly and rock’s kids are low energy…. i have no idea why 規則正しい was translated “energy” either because it‘s more like “orderly”…? i’m not native in jp so idk)
#rock is not a man who was housebroken prior to marriage#he simply can not be a creature who was raised by human parents during his formative years#he literally threw records like frisbees and broke tei’s most valuable souvenirs#tei and lou must have spent a fortune rock-proofing the inn#they had to replace the door when making it into a guest room for van… h-holy fuck#he likes FODDER. man belongs in the barn (he agrees. he thinks it’s a bar/hangout spot after marriage)#new evidence for adoption theory: the fact that this level of Feral Man could only come from a tarzan scenario#our son in anwl literally barked. he said “arf!”#every single morning rock asks if he’s a good boy (did i train him between ch 1 and 2)#ok honey if you finish your chores for today you can have some fodder. as a treat#i also love that his dna apparently overwrites yours. like the other kids could be a blend of you and your spouse#but rock’s is just a minmaxed gremlin#sos awl#rock collection#Real Cordylia Tagblogging Hours™#sorry for rockposting at 3 am i promise i’m normal (high energy)#rock tumbling (sos)
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Benny Boy Gym Influencer Arc vol.1
#ben barnes#the worst benny boy updates blog is cackling#like is this supposed to impress me?#get me into pushing groceries from the door to the kitchen?#is it supposed to make me moist?#cuz it does neither
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Thighs, jeans, forearms, biceps, wide shoulders, beard, and curls.... 🥵🥵🥵
I will be lying down in a dark room if anyone needs me 😳😳😳
#henry cavill#walter marshall#all man#that body#those thighs#jeans#big biceps#beardy boi#sexy bear#play with those curls#henry's curls#cavill bde#big bad marshall bde#like a barn door in a gale#mount up#🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌
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Also, if you're still on X (Twitter), if you've been giving legitimacy to that website by actively posting on it and have been a reason for other people to not leave just by being there, you've failed an important civic and moral test and I loathe you with the passion of a thousand burning suns.
#Next time pay attention and give a single damn#It's been two years and several red flags and y'all just shrugged each one off#Leaving now is like closing the barn door after the horse bolted#It's entirely too late as of today#Hope it was all worth it#Hope the lies you told yourself soothe you in the coming years#Because I certainly won't#Cooked yourselves and your circle in the frog water how stupid
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i think that if i got to play minecraft with bucky and we had a little farm and we went hunting monsters at night and we placed our beds together i think that would fix me. i believe that wholeheartedly
#mine#not to be taken seriously#personal#bucky#bucky barnes#marvel posting#especially if steve and tony lived next door#and like cas came to visit on weekends and he brought jack i think that would be nice. that would make me normal
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my aunt works for a theater company making costumes and has done for like the past thirty something years, so when me and my brother were kids, we would ask her for a halloween costume a few months ahead of time and get a full tailored custom costume in the mail. it was great and we still have several of them. i still fondly remember the year i wanted to be a purple dragon, and got back a dragon costume complete with headdress, gloves that gave me pointy claws, and a four foot long tail.
the thing is, though, i didn't want to literally be a purple dragon. i wanted to be one of the evil ninjas from the teenage mutant ninja turtle tv show i was watching at the time, who were the purple dragon clan. but when that costume showed up in the mail there was no fucking way i was gonna say it was wrong. that thing whipped ass.
#ignore me#also people thought i was barney bc it had green accent colors and i got So Mad about that#i was like seven. got to the point i would go up to a door and before anyone could say anything abt my costume loudly announce IM NOT BARNE#and point out my admittedly very small wings#i wore that costume long past the point it actually fit. it RULED.
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“you shouldnt do this just because you feel like you owe me something…”
me, knowing his whole story: :) yes dear. anyways no sex in the goblin camp
#bg3#bg3 spoilers#astarion#astarion acunin#i find new dialogue with every playthru i swear#like i am BARELY into act one#and mans is already at a high relationship w me???#and this character is a COMPLETE do-gooder#like starry is always disapproving behind me#so i honestly do not know what did it for him#was it throwing shit in the goblins face? was it getting beaten by abdirak?#was it opening the barn door? bc u hate EVERYTHING else ive done thus far
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Once or twice a year I am hit by a massive wave of homesickness for America that makes me literally nauseous and almost feverish. Anyway I am metaphorically turning my heart inside out as I think about junky old Lincoln, Nebraska and a mice-infested farmhouse and living off of food stamps.
#mousehours#sort of#i was five years old and we had a pet rabbit named Floppy#we thought it was a girl rabbit but it was actually a male 🤷🏻♀️#also we had a garden but nothing really grew except our onions#and we had a scare-rabbit instead of a scarecrow because the rabbits were eating all of our vegetables#and I had a secret hideout behind a tree and some bushes where I kept my bob the builder toys#and once my brother and I locked ourselves in the attic and had to be rescued by our dad taking the door off the hinges#there were cracks in the bedroom windows that the wind whistled through#my sister and I got to paint our room half pink and half purple#my brother was seven and just starting first grade and he cut himself with scissors#and fell down the stairs to the basement one day#our neighbours were farmers and they let us put up a rope swing in their hay barn#I was so tiny the grass reached my chin and whenever we went running through the hay fields I was assaulted by grasshoppers#*ping* on my forehead#the church smelled like potatoes all the time and the Sunday school teacher was named Miss Becky and I loved her#she gave me a toy horse for my sixth birthday#…#personal
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you'll go on hinge for 20 minutes, fail to find even one man that you think is fit, and close out the app wondering if you're even attracted to blokes at all
#i very much AM!!! i know my friends joke im picky but i look like a rusty barn door my standards are LOW#anyway who would like to be my valentines for next week and forever as i fear im never going to find a date before i die
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