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rafikecoyote: If you had a lightsaber, what color would it...

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rafikecoyote:

If you had a lightsaber, what color would it be?

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sorry BUDDY!! but it’s MINE NOW, aaccording to the LAWS BUDDY O MINE!!

i’m on the wrong damn blog

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i’m on the wrong damn blog

honeyipwnedthekids: you know rocks are free …right? you can go outside and take rocks for free, as...

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honeyipwnedthekids:

you know rocks are free …right? you can go outside and take rocks for free, as many as you can handle. the people know about this right??? free rocks outside just laying there??? ok just making sure….

pangeasplits:romaniantelevision replied to your post: ikeracity asked:[chants] coffee s…coffee shop...

Mon, 02 Mar 2015 09:21:15 +1100

pangeasplits:

romaniantelevision replied to your post: ikeracity asked:[chants] coffee s…
coffee shop au in hell
“Must everything always be so—” and here Charles pauses, and Erik’s practically able to see that stiff upper lip curling, “—charred around here?”
"You do realize,” Erik drawls with patience that can only be earned through 611 long, grueling years of existence, “we are in Hell.”
Charles’ mouth drops open, red and alluring. Erik’s wanted to do unspeakable things to it and to Charles in general since they met, 487 years ago. Not that he’s counting. “No,” Charles says, mockingly grave, eyes widened in pretend shock, “you don’t say. Is that where we are? I could’ve sworn we were in Florida.”
"What’s the difference,” Erik mutters, and takes a long, rude slurp from his cup, the bitter coffee scalding nicely on the way down. Now that Charles mentions it, it does taste a little burnt, as if Azazel let it brew for half a century before deeming it acceptable to serve. Erik honestly wouldn’t put it past him.
“Of course I’m right,” Charles informs him, his tail flicking against Erik’s leg in that smug little way of his, “I’m always right. I should’ve ordered tea. I’ve heard the Sinner’s Tears brew is particularly delightful.”
“You’re the one who had to have coffee,” Erik reminds him, “we had to trek all the way across the Plain of Eternal Sorrows for this shit. I had to ask one of the Damned for directions, and she wouldn’t stop staring at my horns.”
"Your horns are lovely,” Charles says absently, eyes glued to the TV screen above the menu board that, in true Hellish fashion, only plays an endless loop of the same three infomercials, “I cannot fathom why you’re so touchy about them.”
“I’m not touchy about them,” Erik snaps. He reaches up to make sure his hair falls appealingly around the curving spirals just in case. “I’m just aware that they’re not the usual pointed spikes everyone else goes on and on about. Which I don’t see what’s so great about those anyway, you know.”
“I think yours are charming,” Charles says frankly, turning his blue eyes back to Erik. Erik has a running theory that Charles is at least half succubus and just won’t admit it, because there’s no way those eyes could come from any other miserable species around here. “And when have you ever cared about what anyone else thinks anyway?”
“I don’t,” Erik insists, and tosses back the last of his coffee and tries not to wince at the way it tastes distressingly like remnants of the tortured souls from the Inner Rings. Judging by how many teeth Azazel used to grin at him with from across the top of the register when Erik initially placed their order, Erik’s probably not far off the mark.
“So,” Charles says after they’ve rewatched the entire Egg Wave infomercial, clearing his throat. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
Erik considers. “We could go fester in the Pit of Hopeless Apathy for awhile,” he suggests blithely, assuming that as always, by your Charles actually means our, “or we could visit Raven, but if she wants to take a trip to the Physical World again then I’m out. My essence still hasn’t recovered from last time.”
“Actually,” Charles says, swiveling in his seat to face Erik directly, “you know that practice they have in the Physical World, all about the, ah, what was it, real-world human connection?”
“Yes,” Erik says stiffly, sitting very still on his stool and trying not to reveal just how high his levels of lust have shot up in the past three seconds.
“I was thinking we could go back to my place and…engage…in a little real-world human connection ourselves.”
There’s a full moment where Erik can only stare at Charles blankly, wondering if the coffee here really is so bad that it’s causing him to have vivid hallucinations, but Charles must overhear that because he grins, sultry and wicked, his tail wrapping all the way up Erik’s leg.
“I’ve made a few certain observations,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, “and there are a few things I’m dying to try out with you.”
"Bless,” Erik swears, earning himself several scathing looks from other patrons in the shop but he hardly cares, jolting up to his feet and grabbing Charles’ hand to pull him towards the door. Charles laughs as he follows along, and as soon as they’re outside he stops and pulls Erik down into a kiss, their first kiss, and if it tastes a little like burnt coffee, well, Erik’s a little busy feeling like he’s been lifted out of purgatory at long last to complain.

‘hey pan be a bro and reblog this potential coffee shop au to be cheriked’

'haha yeah sure buddy im on it….if its a coffee shop in HELL’

i swear to god

to friends of clawfoottub

Tue, 13 Jan 2015 16:08:45 +1100

to friends of clawfoottub:

ikeracity:

plavapticica:

plavapticica:

plavapticica:

plavapticica:

plavapticica:

Don’t know if anyone else has posted this update yet, but here goes.

A few of us heard from Clawfoottub’s mom this morning. She’s back in the hospital, and very, very sick. I will try to update…

Same! I’m keeping her in my thoughts

FRIENDOS I CRAWL FROM THE WOODWORK TO ASK A FAVOUR Does anyone recognise this artist? an incredible...

Wed, 24 Dec 2014 15:11:04 +1100

FRIENDOS I CRAWL FROM THE WOODWORK TO ASK A FAVOUR

Does anyone

recognise this artist?

an incredible gif I know but I just cannot remember the artist even tho the style is dead familiar

hALP please and thank you

You're Not a Sarlacc | 你不是个沙拉克原文by Pangea

Mon, 15 Dec 2014 05:09:42 +1100

You're Not a Sarlacc | 你不是个沙拉克原文by Pangea:

ao3feed-cherik:

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1uI7yUM
by ecsweetie

原作者：
作为一个赏金猎人，Charles此次的任务是勇敢面对严苛残酷的塔图因沙漠。
而预料不到的事情发生了。

感谢groovyphilia的鼓励及PippinPips给予帮助让我完成这篇。
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译者注：
这是一篇XFC与星战的Xover
塔图因（Tatooine）：是《星球大战》中天行者家族的故乡行星。它被设定为一颗巨大的沙漠星球，属于星系外层空间（Outer Rim）的阿卡尼斯区域（Arkanis…

pangeasplits: when ur otp finally does the thing

Mon, 24 Nov 2014 13:31:52 +1100

pangeasplits:

when ur otp finally does the thing

don’t read Hollowed Whole it will destroy your life

Sun, 23 Nov 2014 03:22:27 +1100

don’t read Hollowed Whole it will destroy your life

Sat, 01 Nov 2014 01:05:07 +1100

There was a knock on the door.

Erik opened the door to find Charles dressed as a skeleton. “I am here to bone.”

“En garde, fuckboy,” Erik said, and yanked him inside.

And then sex.

pangeasplits: obligatory post mentioning the fact that i am going to reach through the interwebs...

Tue, 14 Oct 2014 11:38:41 +1100

pangeasplits:

obligatory post mentioning the fact that i am going to reach through the interwebs and destroy groovyphilia

malformalady: A tongue of lava oozes out from beneath the...

Tue, 14 Oct 2014 11:26:42 +1100

malformalady:

A tongue of lava oozes out from beneath the recently cooled crust of a flow. The silica contained within, reflects the early morning sunlight, giving its surface a glassy sheen.

Photo and caption credit: Bruce Omori

pangeasplits: TO RATTLE THE STARS, by pangeasplits and...

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pangeasplits:

TO RATTLE THE STARS, by pangeasplits and garnetquyen

Rating: E

Pairing: Charles/Erik

Chapters: 10/11

Summary:

All his life Charles has chafed at the bonds of gravity that hold him bound to tiny and backwater Montressor, more at home in the sky on his solar surfer than on the ground, where he’s stuck working at his stepfather’s inn. His heart and soul yearn for the stars, and it’s his dream to one day be a spacer and sail across the cosmos on adventure.

The opportunity comes sooner than he ever imagined one night when a ship crash-lands on the inn’s front doorstep, carrying a dying pirate with a mysterious map and a dire warning: beware the cyborg.

[A Disney’s Treasure Planet AU]

Start at the beginning here! Continue to Chapter 10 here!

holy SHIT guys

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chartreuseadagio: Day 2: Shitty couples costumes. Neither...

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chartreuseadagio:

Day 2: Shitty couples costumes. Neither Charles nor Erik of are amused.

hackedmotionsensors: Guys. Please. The kids just want...

Fri, 03 Oct 2014 16:57:41 +1000

hackedmotionsensors:

Guys. Please. The kids just want candy.

Btw, Lorna is with Steve and Sam the baby sitters.

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rafikecoyote: If you had a lightsaber, what color would it...

I FORGOT THE EMAIL TO THIS ACCOUNT FOR ONE (TWO?) YEARS

hy

i’m on the wrong damn blog

honeyipwnedthekids: you know rocks are free …right? you can go outside and take rocks for free, as...

pangeasplits:romaniantelevision replied to your post: ikeracity asked:[chants] coffee s…coffee shop...

to friends of clawfoottub

FRIENDOS I CRAWL FROM THE WOODWORK TO ASK A FAVOUR Does anyone recognise this artist? an incredible...

You're Not a Sarlacc | 你不是个沙拉克 原文by Pangea

pangeasplits: when ur otp finally does the thing

don’t read Hollowed Whole it will destroy your life

pangeasplits: obligatory post mentioning the fact that i am going to reach through the interwebs...

malformalady: A tongue of lava oozes out from beneath the...

pangeasplits: TO RATTLE THE STARS, by pangeasplits and...

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chartreuseadagio: Day 2: Shitty couples costumes. Neither...

hackedmotionsensors: Guys. Please. The kids just want...

You're Not a Sarlacc | 你不是个沙拉克原文by Pangea