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Real Beauty is a sigh
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Coming up in Gravesfield Blues...
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Anyway what I was gonna say is that there's lots of cryptids that are new creatures entirely and that's good very beautiful very powerful, but also not enough cryptids are just a totally normal animal but TOO BIG.
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Rouses Markets Weekly Ad and Deals May 22nd – May 28th 2024
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(#WDSU) According to #NOPD, U.S. Marshals from the #NewOrleans and #Houston offices arrested #JabrilCowart, 20, who is being accused of killing Montrell outside of a #Rouses on Baronne Street. Cowart was arrested in Houston but will be extradited to New Orleans to face a second-degree murder charge. Montrell was shot multiple times in his car outside of a Rouses in the 700 block of Baronne Street around 4 p.m. on Dec. 23. #ComedianBoogieB #BrandonMontrell https://www.instagram.com/p/CnFNvs5LgtC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | 2.07 I Could Not Prevent It
#only the return of the blond bitch himself could rouse me from my giffing hiatus#iwtv amc#iwtv#interview with the vampire#iwtvedit#iwtvgifs#iwtv s2 spoilers#lestat de lioncourt#sam reid#my gifs#mine
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I think we need to take a page from the fleetwood mac fans and re-sensitize ourselves to how crazy it is to write songs about your breakup while the breakup is happening in a band with the person who you're breaking up with and then performing said breakup songs with said person
#watching get back like are y'all okay its like the chain in here#hey paul you know how in musicals the characters can break out into emotionally rousing songs about their problems#but no one else really knows they're singing bc the song is kind of an aside and the rest of the cast is frozen during it?#well that's not how real life works. everyone else in the room can hear this happening#mclennon
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au where arthurs death only lasted like 20 mins bc merlin spent time setting up his little boat to send him out into the lake but before he could part with him, he gently kissed arthurs forehead and it was actually true loves kiss and they lived happily ever after
#yipeeeee!!!!#merthur#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#idk what to do about the rest of the mess#but thats not my problem#maybe they just keep up the rouse of arthurs death and merlin never returns to camelot#gwen is the once and future queen and leads camelot to glory and repeals the ban etc etc#merlin and arthur get to run away and live on a farm#like arthur always wanted
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In the mornings, after Steve has gotten out of bed to jog or lift weights or make them both breakfast, Eddie yawns his arms out and counts his blessings on his fingers. It’s become routine.
Ten things he’s grateful for today: the new comic book Gareth lent him yesterday after band practice. How happy Wayne looked last night eating Steve’s cornbread. The knowledge that he doesn’t have homework to do before Monday. The wildflower patch outside the new trailer’s kitchen window, where he knows bees are buzzing. How warm the bed is even after Steve’s gotten up. The strip of sunshine coming in through the blinds, trailing through the doorway to the kitchen like Steve’s second shadow. How Steve looked last night, making the cornbread for everyone, their little family unit since Steve moved in; kitchen towel on his shoulder, blue jeans low on his hips, happy. How Steve looked after they were done eating, beneath him in their bed, cheeks pink, happy. Steve, happy. Steve….
Who comes into their bedroom, now, shirtless and blushing again, holding two mugs. And Eddie is so, so grateful, shows Steve how much, until their coffee is forgotten and they’re both back in bed.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie drabble#Steve is an early riser who loves to rouse Eddie with coffee#and Eddie is a sleepyhead who loves to rouse Steve with blowjobs#idk I don’t make the rules
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Loumand is not and CANNOT be a one to one reimagining of their previous roles as sex slave and brothel owner. louis does not have an equivalent power over armand as he did on emotionally, socially, and/or financially vulnerable women in nola, and armand’s submission is not reflective of a real powerlessness under louis
If we want to look for a marius parallel, it wouldnt be in louis who responds to armands initiations and engages in a consensual dom/sub dynamic. if we want to look for a marius parallel, who is in the predatory position here? Who is controlling information and its access? Who is the one exploiting an experience, knowledge, and vampiric power gap to get the love he wants?
But isn’t that the point? That their relationship is a shallow imitation, a re-enactment of roles which comforts both parties for their familiarity and essentialness while they were mortal? Neither of them were ready to grapple with their own identity in a meaningful way and these roles are something safe to hold onto, which may or may not be productive or accurate but they very well know the performance of this position and it is Still and it is Safe and who cares about absolute truths when you’re one wrong thought away from killing yourself
When hannah says their room is like a brothel and when assad says they revert back to older versions of themselves I think it speaks much more on loumands fear and denial to question and understand themselves than it does being a sexploitation revival. Louis put on the masculine, capitalist decision maker persona to survive his racist heteronormative life, and armand embodied the selfless submissive to survive his oppressive life.
Their brothel bedroom is a reinforcement that they have yet to fully actualize their self identity outside the context of the systems of abuse and oppression they have endured. They are vampires, armand transcends the societies that shaped him but hes still living subject and response to it. Both unwilling to be active players in their own lives, still riddled with the weight of their history that dictate them but will not be unpacked
At the end of the day loumand were two deeply traumatized immortals still struggling to come to terms with the enormity of their self so they repeated the behaviours that made them survive. They cannot stomach themselves so they will keep this up, and together they kept on surviving. Until Louis was ready to do the second interview, ready to reflect, to accept himself and move beyond survival.
Armand u are Next.
#Oh oh oh loumand#There was love and there was peace#However faux or frigid it was felt on some level and was essential to their becoming#TO ME. IDGAF.#Yes there was immense love and yes it became a rouse and desperation and pretend and yes that doesnt negate the value of this time#Yes it was mutual safety and mutually beneficial yes it was mutually detrimental and regressive too yes it was important still#Yes armand abused him yes it was toxic yes i think louis would be dead right now if it werent for armand#Claudia and louis were always going to paris they were always going to meet the coven#If armand didnt exist louis still wouldnt have joined and he’d be killed#Or claudia would and he’d kill himself with no one to stop him#amc iwtv#iwtv#the vampire armand#armand#interview with the vampire#loumand#armand iwtv#vampire armand#iwtv spoilers#iwtv season 2#iwtv amc#louis de pointe du lac#yipyap
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i love being an artist bc if my brain demands old men kissing my hands would dive right into it and be done in 40 minutes
#art#ship art#simebarb#barbatos x simeon#simeon x barbatos#obey me simeon#obey me barbatos#caved in. assignments be forgotten. old men yaoi NOW#i don't know how to draw ppl kissing#also i haven't talked about why this ship really gets me.#it's all bcs if the sweet tender fact that these two are ancient beings yet.#they bond over the simplest most domestic things like cooking#and how they could understand eachother and see eye to eye#the fact that the two probably yearn to have someone as old as them#as they could probably understand them better and see through their facade#the walls that they've built for millennia#and here they are#and yet their love is what rouses god's wrath and the violence of the seas#the two eldest in the cast being hunted down by gods and celestial beings simply because they yearn to love and be loved.#damn. sorry guys#only touched the surface though:)
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Rouses Markets Weekly Ad and Deals May 15th – May 21st 2024
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Chapter 44.3
“You know, you could try actually folding your clothes.” I lean against the doorframe as I watch Liam struggle to keep the pile of sweatshirts from falling over and landing on the floor.
On the other side of the room, Kieran balances precariously on a chair while trying to tape his drawings to the wooden panelling. “He could, but then he’d just be setting unrealistic expectations for the rest of the year.”
Liam abandons the clothes, distracted by a basketball. “You’re just salty because you got the desk where the drawer sticks.”
“I give you both a month before everything in here sticks.”
“Eww, Juju, don’t be gross.” Kieran laughs and jumps off the chair, just as Liam launches the ball straight at me with a grin. I manage to duck, letting out a half-giggle, half-yelp.
The ball barely misses me, and continues straight through the open door. My eyes widen in panic, already imagining it hitting some poor unsuspecting person – or worse, something expensive.
Instead, there’s a soft thud as the ball is perfectly caught in my mother’s outstretched hands.
“Really, Liam?” she says, her tone carrying that mix of exasperation and amusement my brothers always seem to evoke.
Behind her, my father rubs his forehead. “I see you’re feeling right at home already. The campus tour is about to start. Will you be joining us, Julia?”
“No, I’m going over to Foxbury to meet a friend since I’m here anyway.”
Kieran pulls me into a hug. “Foxbury? Don’t tell me you’re fraternising with the enemy?”
“None of your business, boogerface.”
He doesn’t let me go straight away. “Love you, Juju. We’ll see you at home for Winterfest, right?”
I squeeze him tightly, fighting the burning sensation behind my eyes.
“Of course. Love you too.”
Most people have already left the party, but some are still dancing even though the volume of the music is significantly lower than a few hours ago. It’s getting late and the bright lights from the DJ booth swirl like melted neon in the dark when I move my head.
Marten leans against the wall, his cheeks a bit flushed. “So, what do you think so far?”
I shrug. “Honestly? It’s pretty much what I expected. I’m not sure this is the best learning environment though, it’s a bit chaotic.”
Marten grins. “Yeah, I guess this isn’t exactly representative of the more academic side of things.”
“Are you saying there won’t be beer pong and a DJ during all lectures?”
“You won’t find out unless you enrol.”
I shove him playfully and he almost stumbles.
“Hey, easy there, breakdancing isn’t until the midterms.”
“Oh, then I’m definitely out, sorry. Different learning styles and all that.”
“Pity. I really think you’d do well here.” There’s something like disappointment in the way he says it. I lean closer and turn his face towards me.
“Are you sure you don’t just want me here for more… selfish reasons?”
It’s meant as a joke, or at least I think it is, but my chest feels strangely tight and my voice is husky, barely audible over the music.
Marten’s eyes become much too serious, and I can’t look away.
“I want you to do whatever you want to do.”
His words hang in the air between us, heavy and charged. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and for a second I expect him to break character and laugh it off as usual, but his hand reaches up, fingers lightly brushing along my arm. I can feel the heat radiating from him against my cool skin and the contrast gives me goosebumps.
I take a deep breath. He’s standing so close, his blue eyes locked on mine, waiting, almost daring me to make the first move.
“Jules…”
His gaze drops to my mouth, and I don’t let him finish. I close the space between us, pressing my lips to his. The kiss is warm, delicate – almost too delicate for how much tension has built up between us. But then, Marten puts his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in closer, and the kiss deepens.
There’s nothing playful about him now. His lips are firm, commanding, and there’s a raw hunger in the way he kisses me, like he’s been waiting for this moment for a long time and now he can’t get enough.
It’s incredibly arousing.
My body is trapping him against the wall, and I can taste the faint remnants of beer on his lips, but more than that, I can sense his desire, his determination. His heart is racing and there’s a slight bulge in his jeans already. He’s clearly not as unaffected as he usually pretends to be.
We break the kiss for just a moment to catch our breaths, and I desperately try to regain some sort of control over the situation. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you actually want me.”
A grin spreads across his face. His hand stays on my waist, holding me close in a way that feels possessive, and he looks at me with that intensity that makes my heart skip.
“Want you? Fuck, Jules, I never wanted anything the way I want you. If you could read my mind every time I look at you, you wouldn’t be here, you’d have run away long ago.”
“Is that so? You know, you never showed me your room.”
“How very rude of me.”
He kisses me again. As he takes my hand and we walk towards the doors, someone cheers drunkenly, but I don’t care. In a way, the fact that everyone probably knows exactly where we’re going only makes me more excited.
Marten’s room looks more or less like I expected. Typical boy’s room, a few empty cans and dirty dishes, his computer featured prominently. A small robot stares at me, its eyes glowing creepily in the dark. Marten rests a hand on my thigh, and I wish he’d continue kissing me, but he doesn’t. He just looks at me, studying my face.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you here,” he says, his voice low, teasing, as he runs his thumb over my lip and I shiver, desperate for him to do more. But it’s like he’s savouring the moment. The way he kissed me felt like he’d been waiting for this forever, but now he’s in no rush.
“Really? I honestly thought you weren’t interested. You kept insisting we were just friends.”
“We are. Were. And I wasn’t sure you’d be looking for a nerd who’s into robots and talks too much just after dating… a celebrity.”
I appreciate that he doesn’t say the name, I don’t want to be reminded of that right now. I gently shove him backwards.
“It’s true, you do talk too much.”
“Can’t help it, you’ll just have to shut me up.”
I kiss him again, and his hands finally start exploring my body.
“You’re so fucking sexy”, he breathes, and it feels like electricity coursing through me. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on.
I’m straddling his thigh, moving my hips desperately to get as much friction as possible. His erection is poking into my hip and he breathes in sharply each time I rub against him.
Neither of us is going to last long like this and I wish he’d hurry up and just fuck me, but he seems determined to tease me, see how far he can push me.
My patience runs out. I sit up, tearing off my top. There’s a small snap as the elastic band in my hair breaks and flies off into the darkness. Marten smirks and throws his own t-shirt to the floor after it.
We’re both frantic now, and when he reaches out to grab a condom from a drawer, I realise with a twinge of shame that I hadn’t even thought of that. Some daughter of a doctor I am.
Then he’s inside me, and I forget everything else. The friction from riding his thigh already brought me close, and we’re both surprised by how quickly I come. But I’m still wired up and I want more, bucking my hips against him, meeting every thrust while I wonder if his housemates can hear us.
Soon, too soon for my liking at least, Marten throws his head back and groans, moving in and out a few more times before collapsing on me.
Still breathing heavily, he rolls off.
“Fuck, Jules, that was… You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
“Maybe you should have let me know sooner.”
“I didn’t have to,” he says with a crooked smile, “I knew you’d figure it out eventually.”
I nestle into his arms, feeling content. Wanted.
When Marten speaks again, his voice is low, drowsy, he’s almost falling asleep.
“I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
My stomach flutters, and I let myself sink into his certainty.
Maybe this could turn into something great.
Maybe it already is.
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so here's a fun little PIDW AU idea.
after finally dying at the ripe old age of 200+, former demon emperor LBG wakes up in the body of his 12 year old self, on the day where he joined the cang qiong mountain sect in his previous life. he's understandably angry and bitter about having to face the misery of his youth all over again, but ultimately decides to take advantage of this unexpected second chance at life and be less of a downtrodden naive little lamb this time around.
the disciple selection goes just the way it did in his first life (LBG ends up going to the CQM sect again because, well, it's not like he can think of a better option at this point in his life), but when LBG meets SQQ in person for the "first" time and mentally prepares himself to be doused in tea once again, nothing happens. SQQ just drinks the tea he brewed and orders MF to show him around and get him settled before leaving.
and then the expected bullying never comes. his seniors (with the exception of NYY) may not be the friendliest bunch but they mostly leave him alone, and while the SQQ of this new life is still cold and distant, he isn't constantly looking for excuses to punish his most junior disciple. and whenever LBG acts out to purposefully test him, SQQ's punishments seem to be unexpectedly lenient.
which leads to LBG having a full-blown crisis. it took him so much time and mental effort in his first life to come to accept that it was the world around him that was inherently evil and cruel, and not him that was inherently unlikeable and unloveable, and now his new life turned all that upside down? apparently, it was indeed him that's been the problem this whole time, and all it took for other people to be just a bit nicer to him was changing his behaviour (even though he's not quite sure what exactly led to this monumental change).
unbeknownst to him, the SQQ of this new life also transmigrated into his younger fully intact body on the same day that LBG did. and he's working on salvaging his reputation in the cultivation world in order to be able to expose LBH's demonic heritage in the future.
#bonus points if LBG tries to emulate what he remembers of LBM after meeting him in that parallel world once#and convinces himself that being a pathetic crybaby is indeed the only way to win over SQQ#even though this SQQ doesn't seem to be nearly as warm and doting as the one LBM has?#but maybe LBG just needs to act even more pathetic to rouse SQQ's dormant shizun instincts#meanwhile SQQ has no idea that his disciple is behaving abnormally#because he never really paid attention to LBH in his previous life#he's fully convinced now that LBH has always been whiny and pathetic#he just didn't have the audacity to openly act like that around his shizun#ugh#SQQ can't wait for the day he can finally kill this demon spawn with his own hands#without being painted as the bad guy for it#luo binghe#luo bingge#shen qingqiu#shen jiu#original shen qingqiu#potential#bingjiu#like some good old enemies to reluctant allies to lovers style#svsss
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