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A 👏🏻 louder 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 the 👏🏻 selfish 👏🏻 people 👏🏻 in 👏🏻 the 👏🏻 back!!! 👏🏻

anyway jeff bezos could eradicate homelessness. he could literally give each homeless person 100k and it would only take less than .5% of his entire wealth. what the actual god giving fuck

Footprints in the Sand

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All you’ve ever known is the loneliness and brutality that comes with spending your days on Casterly Rock in a family that is feared throughout the seven kingdoms. But what happens when an unlikely pair of lovers narrow their eyes on you and show you that an open heart is more important than the iron throne and love runs deeper than blood?

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Lannister!Reader Current WIP Word Count: 45,100 Rating: NC-17 / R - (Chapters with ** have smut/sex) typical canon violence, blood, sex, orgies, polyamory, death, torture, betrayal, etc. etc. 

Part One: Snakes Cannot Fly Part Two: A Proposition Part Three: Less Part Four: Breathe** Part Five: …Don’t** Part Six: Conquest Part Seven: River Part Eight: Young God** Part Nine: You Should See Me In a Crown Part Ten: Start a War Part Eleven: Dorne** Part Twelve: Hunger** Part Thirteen: A Dornish Lady** (Coming soon)

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*person in the back somewhere during the fade to black before the credits roll* "Now cue the Hero's Villain origin story!"

more action movies should have a subplot where the hero is just trying to sit down and finish the last chapter of a book

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

soulmate au part 1

john price x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

unedited, forgive my mistakes.

since you were born, your world has been grey. you never thought anything of it, until at school, they started teaching you colours. the only ones in the room that could see more than just different shades of grey, apart from the teacher, were identical twins.

weird.

you went home and asked your parents.

"we are born missing half of ourselves. we have a fated one, and when you meet them, your world will look the way it was meant to."

oh. but... "in class, there were twins that could see colour. what about them?"

they look surprised for a second until your dad softly explains. "in rare instances, the soulmate bond will be platonic. which makes sense in this case, because twins grow up with a connection regular people like us will never understand."

you nod and lower your gaze to look at your shoes. you wonder if the person meant for you is interested in junie b. jones books like you are.

-

in high school, you crush on this pretty girl— a cheerleader. her hair is long and beautiful, her face is small and round, and she's so kind. just your type.

but no colour stains your vision, so you burrow your emotions deep and mourn the loss of what could've been.

-

in college, one of your friends ask you if you've met your soulmate yet.

"no, not yet," you lament. what she says after freezes the blood in your veins.

"my mom knew someone whose soulmate was already dead before they had even been born," she comments while stabbing a grape tomato with her fork. "it was really tragic, because she'll never know what it's like to know a love that has no equal."

your heart is in your throat, and you find it hard to swallow the food in your mouth.

what if your soulmate is already dead? oh, god. you might just throw up. your friend doesn't seem to notice the change in your demeanor and continues to babble carelessly about how she knew someone that knew someone who's soulmate had turned out to be a murderer.

oh my fucking god.

you quickly run to the bathroom and throw up your lunch.

how cruel is the universe? to have no control over who is meant to be for you.

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and lean against the stall of the bathroom. you should've known that this soulmate business was too good to be true.

cupping your hands, you rinse the taste of bile out of your mouth before walking back to your friend who stayed in her seat.

"jesus, you look terrible, you alright?" she asks.

running your fingers through your hair, you huff. "i've certainly been better. just got a bit nauseous, nothing serious. maybe it's a stomach bug."

"oooh, you better not be pregnant! what of your dreams of working in the medical field?"

you giggle at her response. "that'd be impossible unless i'm the virgin mary."

she gapes comically then leans in and whispers, "you're lying! don't tell me you haven't dated anyone just because they weren't your soulmate."

you shrug, and keep your eyes fixed on your half-eaten plate of food. "i don't really wanna talk about it, if that's alright with you. besides, you've got bigger things to worry about, like the upcoming exam for mr. richardson."

slapping a hand to her forehead, she exclaims, "oh, shit! i totally forgot! shit!"

you watch her inhale the rest of her salad and toss her trash before waving goodbye and sprinting toward the library.

with a sigh, you look down at your food. grey. lifeless. shaking your head, you pick up your plate and toss it in the bin.

you decide to focus solely on your studies. you have dreams of being a doctor and pining after someone you haven't even met yet would only serve as a distraction.

--

your white coat grazes your calves as you walk toward your new patient. standing outside the room, you pick up the clipboard.

Price, John. 34, Active Military.

he's the head of the task force! god, you've only heard stories of them from the other medics on base who have met them, so to finally come face to face with the man, the myth, the legend? you wipe your clammy hands on the fabric of your scrubs and clear your throat.

be professional, be professional. he's just another patient, it's no big deal.

rapping your knuckles on the door, you wait a second before twisting the knob with a shaky hand. you nervously keep your eyes on the clipboard as you walk in.

"good morning, captain price."

"mornin', doc," he rumbles.

oh, his deep voice just might be the end of you.

"you don't sound all that happy to be here, captain," you tease while flipping through his medical history papers.

he lets out a low chuckle, and you squeeze your thighs together at the sound. delicious.

"nothin' personal, doc. just don't like bein' here, you understand."

lightly laughing at his joke, you finally steel your nerves and look up at him.

only to have your vision bleed in something you don't understand. is that colour? is this what colour looks like?

the clipboard drops, clattering to the floor. john— being the courteous gentleman that he is— quickly kneels to grab it and lifts his head as he hands it to you.

he freezes in place, the clipboard slipping from his hands as he stares at you.

you thickly swallow, and dumbly question, "do you...has your....colour? can you see colour?"

unblinking, john's eyes are fixated on you as he remains silent.

your eyes dart around to take in his features. his brightly-coloured eyes are framed by lines that hint at his age, his strong jaw adorned by a mutton-chop beard. his nose is specked with a beauty mark.

"what colour are your eyes, captain?" you softly ask.

he closes his mouth and takes in a sharp breath. "i've been told they're blue."

"blue," you smile. the eyes of your soulmate are blue.

but then, your delighted smile melts off your face, in horror.

there's a shiny band on his finger. he's married.

john price, your soulmate, is fucking married.

your vision distorts with the tears that threaten to spill and bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling. it feels like there are shards of glass in your lungs, cutting you open with each quivering breath you take. your pain is red-hot, searing under your skin, flowing through your veins like molten lead.

john knows exactly what you're looking at.

"love—" he starts but you cut him off swiftly.

"don't. you don't owe me anything, captain. uhm, but uh... maybe it's best that we switch your doctors, yeah? conflict of interest, and all that."

you all but run away, away from that room, from him.

how terribly unlucky.

you head towards your office, which is down the hall, and slam the door closed. only then, do you cry, and mourn what should've been.

Cherry Bomb Masterlist

poly 141 x reader - tattoo parlor au - ongoing

MDNI | Anthology

New Girl

Piercings and Puns

Bubble Tea

“Girl Problems”

Night Out

Where…?

Firsts

Eight

I don’t currently do taglists, sorry!

Lucifer Morningstar Imagine- Blind date

A/N: wow so I finally made a second blog because I had soooo many ideas for fics but they weren’t in the Sebbie-fandom. So, yeah. Also, one of my friends knows about my blog ( lol I told her because I know about her fan account ) so now I have to be careful about what I say in my a/n’ s. Yeay. Anyways, enjoy this lucifer imagine.

Warnings: nothing, just fluff

Pairings: Lucifer x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1,5 K

“ Maze! “ you groan as you cry out. Maze looks up from the knife she was sharpening up to you. She lets out a whistle as she throws the knife into an unknown corner of the living room. “ Well, holy shit, Y/n. If I hadn’t set you up for a date I would take you out myself. “. You slap her arm playfully as pull the dress down a bit. 

“ He! What are you doing? He likes some skin. “ Maze says as she pulls your dress up a bit again. You push Mazikeen away softly and pull the dress down again. “ Maze! I don’t want to look like I’m a hooker. “. She sighs as she fixes a quickly stands of hair that wouldn’t obey to your hair look. “ What’s wrong about being a hooker? “ she asks.

You ignore her as you keep on fixing the dress into it is just to your liking. “ I’m surprised you had something in your closet that wasn’t black, “ you say. You had borrowed a dress from her, it’s not like you had a choice. Mazikeen really wanted you to wear it and you were afraid that if you said no, that she would chase you down. So you settled on a mustard yellow dress that she owns.

“ Come on, your dress is fine. “ Mazikeen says as she hands you a small purse. You place your phone, keys and ten bucks into it before you swing the strap over your shoulder. “ You need to get going. You don’t want to be late to your date with the devil now, do you? “.

You turn around with shock written all over your face. “ The devil? Did you set me up with an asshole? “. She shakes her head and laughs. “ Of course not. “. You walk towards the door of her apartment. Your hand lingers on the doorknob. “ Maybe I should just cancel it-”. Maze quickly cuts you off. “ I’ll cut off your toes if you don’t do this. “ You quickly hold your hands up in to air as you walk out of the apartment.

You tap your fingers nervously against the tablecloth while tapping your foot on the ground. If he didn’t show up you would- Well, what would you do. You didn’t even know. Knowing Maze, it was most likely some random guy she found in Lux.

“ Well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes. “ a voice says. You quickly look up to meet the person. A tall man with chocolate brown hair towers above you as he holds out a hand for you. “ Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. “. He says. You quickly take his hand. He bends down to give a kiss on the back of your hand. “ Y-Y/n Y/l/n, “ you say. 

Lucifer takes a seat in the chair across from you. “ Ooh, so you are my date, “ he says. You nod as you grab your glass and take of sip of the water because your throat has just decided to feel like the Saharah. Maybe it was just his looks or maybe it was that accent the has already made your knees buckle. 

“ Maze really did pick out an angle, “ he says as he grabs the menu of the table and starts scanner through it. He quickly notices that you aren’t looking at your menu. “ Do you not want to eat? “ he asks as looks over his menu at you. “ I’ve already chosen what I want. You were kind of late, you know. “. Lucifer shrugs and continues to read the menu. 

Lucifer asks for one of the servers to come over. He quickly orders, and he manages to bribe the server over to give you two a free plate of cheese. “ A cheese plate? Aren’t you supposed to eat them as dessert? “ you question. Lucifer leans over the table, a little bit more towards you. “ Well, you’re so sweet, I thought we were already at dessert. “. You can feel the blood flowing towards your face as you let out an involuntary giggle. 

“ So, “ Lucifer says as he grabs his whiskey glass and holds it right under his lips. “ What is it that you truly desire? “. Everything but him starts to move in slow-motion, you feel like your head is spinning and you can’t tear your gaze off him. “ I guess I’v…I’v../”.

“ Yes, “ he says, “ Go on, darling. “. You swallow thickly, you don’t know why you want to tell this to him all of a sudden, but something in you just wants to tell him all your secrets. “ I’ve always wanted to-”

“ Want another drink? “ a server asks who had just come to your table. Lucifer sighs and looks at him with anger in his eyes. “ No, now please leave us alone, human, “ he says, clearly trying to contain the anger towards the man who interrupted you. 

He turns around to you again, a devilish smirk spread on his lips. “ What was I saying? “. Lucifer rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his whiskey. “ Wait, aren’t you the owner of the club. What’s it called? “. Lucifer smiles brighter at the fact that you know who he is. “ It’s Lux, darling. “.

You nod. “ Yes, Lux. I went there a couple of times, it’s a nice place but it smells god awful. “. Lucifer smile drops a bit. “ Don’t bring dad into this. “. You want to ask him what he means but you quickly remember what Maze told you. “ He can talk really weird sometimes. About the devil and god. Don’t worry about that. “ You can still hear her voice say in your head.

The night flew by in what felt like hours. You two wanted to stay in the restaurant longer to chat, share stories and joke. But the restaurant had to close at some time. So, after a couple of hours, the servers finally got you out of the restaurant.

“ Want me to walk you to your car, love? “ Lucifer asks. You shake your head as you try to grab the ten bucks from your purse, but for some reason, it’s nowhere to be found. “ I came here with a cab. “. Lucifer’s face falls from smirking to concerned. “ What? No, I’m not going to let you take a cab at this hour. I’ll give you a ride. “.

“ That is really unnesisa-”. Lucifer quickly cuts you off. “ I insist. “. You zip your purse close and sigh. “ Okay, you can give me a ride. “. His signature devilish grin appears on his face again. “ And while we’re at it, we can also stop at my place for a drink, right? “. He asks as he leads you to his car. 

“ I don’t think that I have a choice in that, “. He holds the car door for you open. “ Correct. “. You quickly put the safety belt on. Lucifer lays his right hand on your thigh as he starts to drive away from the restaurant. 

“ Do you always bring a girl home after a dinner? “ you ask as you look around you at the dark city illuminated by the stars and street light. “ Just the ones I really like, “.

Your laugh egos through the empty club. The people may have left but the scent of alcohol and sweat are still very clearly there. “ So I said ‘ don’t mess with the devil “ and that guy just ran off into a wall. “ Lucifer laughs. He grabs his whiskey glass again. “ We caught him of course, “ he says before taking a sip of the golden liquid. 

“ So you are the one keeping all the fun in this city for yourself! “  you say as you give him slap playfull slap against his chest. He shrugs. “ What can I say, the devil likes fun. “. 

“ Well, well. Look at you two, “ you hear an all to familiar voice say behind you. “You turn around to see Mazikeen standing there, leaning against the wall as she inspects you. “ Maze! Come here! “ you say as you wave her in with your hand. “ Wait, you know her? “ Lucifer asks. Maze walks over to you and gives you a small hug. “ And she hugs you as well? Maze, are you feeling well? “.

She simply rolls her eyes at him and grabs the only bottle of tequila from behind the bar and pours herself a shot. “ We’re friends, “ you say as you take another sip from the whiskey Lucifer poured you. You feel the alcohol burn on your throat but you love the fuzzy feeling it gives you.

“ Why don’t we go up to my room for some more privacy? “ Lucifer asks as he holds his hand out for you to grab. You quickly cling to his skin as he leads you towards the elevator. “ I’ll invert your ribs if you hurt her. “ Maze says as she gives him a look that is as sharp as a knife. “ I know. “ Lucifer says before the elevator closes before you two

A/N: lol this is bad but fuck it

Ugh, I hate these but just in case......

Blame this guy named tony for this ok😭

Stitches

I went and got a new tattoo recently. The only way the artist could get to the spot was to sit behind and straddle me and he felt so awkward. However, it gave me the idea for this fic:

The Mandalorian stitches your back after a battle with a bounty.

This is my first time writing for the Mandalorian and first time posting to tumblr.

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