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[game-set-canet]

1, 7, 81 and 91? 😁

1. 6 of the songs you listen to most? 1) Ghosts & Monsters by Saint Chaos 2) Nothing else matters by We Three 3) Promiseland by MIKA 4) Love Like Mine by Stela Cole 5) Forever by CHVRCHES 6) simp by Mael & Jonas

7. What’s your strangest talent? i never get cold hands. like never. when i go on walks (like 1,5 hours) or ride my horse in the winter i never wear any gloves bc i don’t get cold hands (up to temperatures of -10°C)…i mean, i don’t know if that’s a talent but it’s a nice feature 😂

81. What would you want to be written on your tombstone? "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

91. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? mind reading - but only if I'm the one to decide whose thoughts I can hear and when - and if that's not possible than talking with animals

thank you so so much!! 💕 hugs and kisses 💕

lets get personal

[cheriboms]

everybody was very nice on my last post(s) so !!! more cole and manfred be upon you :D

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[mayomkun]

Cat eyes Charles commission for @kajaono !! 👁️👁️

[jadecantcreate]

creeping shadows, rising smoke

the kremy wallpaper is done! @szaryherbatnik gave me the idea in the first place <33 (like. a month ago….better late than never?) click for higher quality; speedpaint beneath the cut

[masterelrond]

@lotr20 | Day 7 ↳ 20th anniversary of The Return of the King

For Frodo the Halfling, it is said, at the bidding of Mithrandir took on himself the burden, and alone with his servant he passed through peril and darkness and came at last in Sauron's despite even to Mount Doom; and there into the Fire where it was wrought he cast the Great Ring of Power, and so at last it was unmade and its evil consumed.

[nebuladreamz]

A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN

This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops

But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.

So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D

@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa

@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez

@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid

@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff

@cacaocheri

(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)

AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT

@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn

@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts

@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1

@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide

[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]

[rjshope]

the brightest star

for @cosmicdreamgrl✨

[hopeinthebox]

bts + reductress headlines pt.12

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Smile, Tim! You are on camera.

Also that's the Battinson Emo Eyeliner from The Batman (2024) directed by Matt Reeves he is rocking. Always his daddy's son...

SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP /POS

OH MY GOD W I S P SHE LOOKS LIKE SHES FROM THE PIGEON JAMES BOND MOVIE WHICH IS SO SO PERFECT- JUST A DORKY LIL LASS AND AHHHASDHASJDHKEJD

UMASKED TIM?? AMAZING!! THE GEARS ARE CHURNING RN JUST AHHHHH

[zu-is-here]

<– • –>

[jimmyspades]

"There are certain facets of my personality that I'm not giving away to some character in a movie. They're mine. And they're mine as Jimmy Spader."

"I think things are great when we accept chaos in life. That goes against my being obsessive-compulsive and ritualistic, but I don't mind adversity. The fight is okay with me. My life is wonderful. It's a grand time, you know?"

"I'm not much good at good, clean fun—and I'm not sure what to do with it. It's just a matter of taste. I like it a lot dirtier."

Happy 64th birthday, James Spader (b. February 7, 1960)! ❤️

[luminique]

HEAR ME OUT, one sided love?? Imagine s/o doesn’t like lighter back, being oblivious about lighters feeling and only see lighter as a friend meanwhile lighter is so MADLY in love with them and is aware of s/o not liking him back but he can’t help it because you’re the only one that makes him feel this way even if his feelings aren’t reciprocated… they’re so doomed think about the potential angst!! 🫤

lighter isn’t perfect. his body is littered in scars of his past, his actions are solutions to mistakes he had made before. to say that he deserved something as rewarding as love didn’t sound right to him, but oh, would it feel right if it was from you.

it was definitely not an immediate fall, rather it was slower like starting a fire. you bring the materials you require, some wood and a starter. it’s difficult to get a fire going, even he knows that with his lighter in hand. his hand gets warmer the longer the flame is out but it doesn’t compare to the accidental grazes of your hand against his gloved ones.

he had poked you once with the spikes on his gloves. the look on your face when you brought your hand up to rub it while you apologized for it. why were you apologizing? every soft “sorry” that came out of your mouth was like sprinkling water onto the fire. best to get fresh firewood so that it doesn’t go out.

ensuring that the fire is a consistent flame is also important to prevent accidents. accidents like playfully taking off his sunglasses and putting it on yourself while imitating him. somehow, that didn’t cause the fire to go out, in fact, it made it burn even brighter than before. the redness on his face when he watched you was comparable to the orange and red hues of a fire.

he stayed close to the fire, close to you. feeling the warmth of love on his skin, finding it calming but also terrifying. it doesn’t rain often in the outer ring but that doesn’t stop him from worrying that it would all of a sudden. so he lies awake at night, thinking about all of the possibilities, the what ifs and its outcomes.

he thought he had considered everything. from keeping the fire from going out, to ensuring it was a stable flame, to tending it slowly and carefully. what he didn’t consider was getting too close to the fire, burning through what he thought was tough skin.

he was too focused on trying to maintain a certain personality, not quite showing his interest in you. so when caesar was talking to you about her love stories while everyone was hanging around the bar, his heart rate increased. just like how consuming alcohol affects one’s mental and physical state, so does it affect a fire. maybe someone poured his drink into the flames as he watched it burn even brighter than before, making him eavesdrop on your conversation.

but a large flame meant a higher possibility of getting burnt, and soon he saw the burn marks on his skin. as you continued to talk with caesar, the longer he let the fire burn him. how you had said that real love wasn’t like the stories, how you seemed disinterested in romance, how you had believed that no one was interested in you. at that moment, he ended up getting more drinks from burnice, hoping it would soothe the roaring flames within him. he drank so much and fell asleep to the soft crackling of the fire, your voice acting as background noise.

he woke up to the coldness of the bar counter pressing on his cheek. the fire had been put out by you when you tapped on his shoulder. the memories of last night flooding into his mind like water. maybe it was all some nightmare and you did like him back, but the sudden coolness of your touch made him realize the reality of it all.

you didn’t like him, and not because he did anything wrong but because he didn’t do anything in your eyes. you were feeding the fire in his heart and he mistook that fire for your heart too. he sat up straight, took one look at you and shook his head. you still cared for him, came with water and woke him up gently. he never intended to get so severely injured because of his own growing feelings for you.

his own feelings, you didn’t even know he had any for you. the pile of ashes, you both stared at it and yet only he knew that fire existed. the flames had misled him, danced around his heart that craved for you, that only asked for you as its fuel. now all he can do was sit next to what was once a big fire, feeling the cold on his skin despite the layers. no warmth left, no light left, no love left.

[mx-paisley]

ART COMMISSION FOR ASH @teafromthemicrowave I MADE A COUPLE DAYS AGO‼️‼️

In this piece is his John Doe design!! I'll link to one of his drawings of John in case you haven't seen it :333333 (GO HAVE A LOOK AT THEM PSLPSSLSPS) i loveeeeee his long bright yellow hair ok im gonna stop here before i yap too much

[97keanu]

Premise: It’s holiday break at the college, and Kevin Lomax is still working hard away at the library. You just so happen to be his good girl librarian that he’s been trying to get into bed for a while…

Tags/CW: college au, college!kevin lomax, younger!kevin lomax, good girl!reader, corruption kink, smut, p in v, oral f recieving, religious guilt mentions, angel x demon dynamics, Kevin is a sexy southern boy as always, reader is a nerdy bookworm that he’s been waiting to corrupt <3

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Hey guys! This was a prompt from one of our secret Santa participants, I hope I did your idea justice @bloodydragam and that you enjoy the fic! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

His hands engulf every page he holds to the low light, his glasses concealing his dark eyes from you, the sound of wind whipping against the windows as they frost over from the storm. You’ve been noticing him around here, how he comes to the archives to study old case files nearly every night, and you patiently wait for him to be satisfied before locking up the library for the night. You didn’t have to. You could kick him out, tell him it’s past time that he got up and got back to his dorm room for the night, but you could never bring yourself to do such a thing. Watching him had become quite the past time for you, and you couldn’t help but feel that familiar flutter and swoon in your chest when he walked by, sleeves rolled up so you can see his forearms flex as they carry back another box of files to replace with a new one. You blush at the thought of those arms around you.

You watch from the circulation desk, his jaw flexing and his unoccupied hand trying to keep his head upright despite his eyelids growing heavy, those long dark lashes of his softly closing and opening over and over. He seems particularly frustrated tonight, a grit in his teeth and a sigh in his chest, glasses off, eyes rubbed, reach for a new file, repeat.

His hand reaches over now, grabbing into the box to find that there are no more files to be had. Defeat only passes over him for a few seconds before he’s forcing his tired legs to bring him upright, so tall and handsome he looks as he walks over to you now, those muscular arms still flexing in that perfect way that drove you crazy. His shoes, a surprising feature of the mystery law student that’s been haunting your library for the past few moments, are snakeskin cowboy boots, shiny steel on the toe that clicks when he walks, letting you know that he’s ready to return yet another box.

“Here late again, Kevin?” You say gently pulling the box towards yourself over the counter, secretly anxious to be speaking to him at all. ”Isn’t everyone else off for holiday?”

He never fails to give you attention when you seek it. You would think that a man like him, so put together, so handsome, wouldn’t give a little mousy library aide such as yourself the time of day. It didn’t help that you were only here for a liberal arts degree, nothing as fancy or becoming as a defense attorney in training. Plus, he was so much older than you, almost finished with the program while you were barely starting your second of four years. And yet, when you look him in the eye, he looks back softly, a sly smile on his mouth as he speaks with that husky southern accent of his.

“Of course, darlin’, how else am I gonna be the best lawyer in the world if I don’t study up?” He’s leaning against the counter now, those dark eyes of his seeming to eat up every bit of blush that comes to your cheeks when he speaks to you.

You open your mouth to respond, but find yourself tongue tied, playing with the cross on the chain of your necklace as a nervous habit instead. He takes in stride, never making you feel like you lack.

“Though, I suppose,” He says softly as a sigh, eyes wandering from yours down to where your hands nervously play above your chest. “It must be pretty late for you, and the storm doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.”

You look out the window as he says this, and watch as thick, fluffy flakes of snow fall, the street lights out there a flurry of wind and cold. You usually walk back to your dorm, but now you consider your options carefully.

“Will you have a problem getting home safe tonight?” He tilts his head, and for all the world you can’t come up with a socially acceptable lie.

“Um, I might,” You bite your lip, and look down, spreading your long skirt out on your lap to avoid those tempting eyes of his. “Perhaps I’ll stay here for the night…”

“My dorms just across the street,” Your eyes watch his lips as he speaks every syllable, and you know that you won’t be able to resist him if he says it. “I would hate to see you staying here all by yourself tonight…”

You blink, knowing better, knowing your parents sent you off to college to get an education and nothing else. No boys, no temptation, being a good Christian girl like you were always taught to be. But here he is, eyes taking in your body as his Christmas dinner, ready to devour you whole as soon as you give him the go.

“Wh-what are you saying, Kevin?” You tuck your hair behind your ear and look away to the window again, the desolate snow out there left untrodden for hours now.

“I’m saying, darlin’,” He leans in over the counter, his hand, his lovely, warm, gentle hand brushing against your jaw until he reaches your chin, tilting it so your eyes come back to him. “I’d like to take you home if that’s alright with you…”

————

His mouth is on your neck, his breath hot, his skin smooth. His hair smells like pine and mahogany, cinnamon spice and bourbon cologne. His bed feels like a million miles from everything, a place you’re sunk into, unable to fight the tide of his bedsheets if you tried. You are completely at his mercy, every button he pops on your shirt another reminder of your inhibitions disappearing, another inch that he takes a mile with, his rough palms under your shirt now, grasping, prying, playing…

He eats up every one of your moans with kisses, taking so much enjoyment in the fact that he can do this to you, that he’s been planning this from the moment you gave him his first box of files, that shy smile and blush on your cheeks, such a good girl that he can pratically see your halo above your head when he speaks to you. God, he’s been waiting for this, he’s been waiting to take that halo down and set it on the night stand while he fucks you until all you can do is moan his name.

Kevin takes his time, takes each piece of your clothing, of you, off one by one, using his teeth to pull those lacy white panties off before he can finally get to what he’s been dreaming about. He splits your legs open, his mouth playing with you there until your back his arched, your hands in his slicked back hair, causing a mess there the way he causes a mess of you. You let his taste you as deeply and as long as he desires, and you try not to let the weight of the cross between your breasts cause too much guilt in all this pleasure you’re receiving.

His mouth tastes of you when he kisses you, when he kisses down your neck, when he takes that gold cross between his teeth and rips it off with one quick move.

“Let’s let God look away tonight, darlin’.” You swoon, you let him destroy you, let him corrupt you into something that will not go back into the same shape when he’s done.

You let him fill you up to the brim with his thick cock, give him every last shaking breath as you look into those deep eyes of his in the darkness, and you know that you’ve gone to far, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters right now is how good it feels when he bucks his hips into you just a little faster, just a little harder.

“Touch yourself, baby…” He whispers to you like a prayer. “You know how to do that? Can you do that for me, baby?”

You snake your hand between your legs, you’ve stolen yourself away like this before, when you were all alone in your little dorm room and thinking of him.

“That’s it, keep doing that, I want you to feel real good, okay?” He instructs softly.

You let yourself unravel, unwind with his cock between your legs and your hand desperately edging yourself closer and closer.

“Cum for me, darlin’…” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as he gets deeper and deeper with this new angle. “I won’t cum until you’re done, promise…”

You feel yourself begin to fall over the edge, your legs shaking, your moans louder than you thought possible. Your tight little cunt clenches even tighter, making it so hard for him to keep his promise. He grits his teeth the same way he always does, holding himself back as best he can.

You call his name as you let go, cumming on his cock as he drills into you over and over, your ecstasy pounding through you in waves that you ride until the very end, his cock getting harder, until he follows you, bucking and filling you up with his warm wet seed.

By the time he collapses into you, you’re a mess of bedsheets and a girl come undone by someone who has no intentions of seeing you as anything but another conquest. But God…this feeling of him against your chest, the low light creating shadows that play on the wall as snow takes hold of the quiet world outside, then maybe, just maybe, it was worth it to be fucked by Kevin Lomax.

[passionpeachy]

dude you and your butch bf are literally so cute and sweet looking i can imagine you as one of those sweet old couples in cartoons (not calling you old ofc, but yeah) i hope youre both doing great!

ngl we do have grandparent energy......we just love florals and pastels too much