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Here's a clip from one of the fabled Survey videos!
2015/2016 Schlatt feat. the Lizard
#pre 2019 schlatt face cam vid!?!?!? in this economy!?!!!!#that lizard was basically his co-host#machinima inbox but if it was a teenager and his lizard#JSchlatt#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★
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Crying bc its impossible for them to look bad
Photo credit- @/68pauld on Instagram
#the last of us hbo#tlou#joel miller#ellie williams#tess servopoulos#bella ramsey#pedro pascal#anna torv#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★
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(2016-2018) Moon Knight inspired :]]
#moon knight fanart#moon knight episode 5#moon knight#give marc spector a hug challenge#marc spector#let me give steven grant a big warm hug#Steven Grant#jake lockley#mr knight#marvel#oscar isaac#ethan hawke#art#digital art#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★#artists on tumblr#reids art
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why is it that on apple products my art is so vibrant and pinkish but on my samsung its damn near black and white😭
#i can never tell if my art looks right bc of it💔#digital art struggle#call of duty#?#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★#reids art
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I recently read this comment under a tik tok that touched on mens opinions about body hair on their partners and oh my god i instantly thought of Frankie Morales 😭
#catfish has a grip on my heart#hes holding it hostage fr#pedro pascal#triple frontier#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★
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This is where i post from
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PLEASE do not sexualize Jeffrey Dahmer because Evan Peters is playing him i repeat PLEASE DONT DO THAT!!!! HE WAS A MURDERER AND CANNIBAL!!! YES I KNOW EVAN IS HOT BUT HES PLAYING SOMEONE WHO IS NOT!!!
#im begging#lets not do this again#im getting flashbacks to the Zac Efron Ted Bundy thing#evan peters#DAHMER#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★
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seasonal depression is so crazy bc how am i, an avid autumn and winter lover, so sad all of the time? the world around me is full of color, the air is crisp and soon it will be covered in a pristine white dusting of gentle snow, yet i just feel sad for no reason? what a burden it is to be stripped of my joy and whimsy by my own mind.
#also why does it debuff my drawing ability#i haven't finished a personal piece of art in what feels like months#anyway#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★
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The tragedy that is Jimmy McGill is my roman empire
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One thing that will never falter is my distain for Din x Bo. I love Bo, i love Din, but them together makes absolutely no sense to me and never will. In my head, Din and Grogu are perpetually in a very happy single-father and adopted son bond and they are pleasant. Bo to me is the aunt that adds some much needed support, but definitely is not trying to get it on with our fav single father.
#call me a hater all you want#someone please justify the dinbo ship#im begging#the mandalorian#din djarin#bo katan kryze#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★
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man i miss Harold Ramis
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Paypal and Cash App only fellas, message me any questions :]
I will turn down anything that makes me uncomfortable, or anything i believe i would not be able to do justice.
Commission completion time will vary, i am in school as of right now and certain things will take longer than others!
Payment will be upfront
#digital art#commissions#pedro pascal#tlou#codmw2#oc's#artist on tumblr#reids art#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★
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Of Course
Frank Castle x gn!reader
Sum: in which Frank finds himself in need of help, so you tend to his wounds.
Warnings: blood, stitches, sweet sweet longing
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"Holy shit Frank"
The warm rag gently brushed against the swollen skin of his brow. Your free hand cupping the bloodied cheek of the man sitting before you. He looked like he had been beaten to hell, lip split, nose probably broken to some degree, eyes bloodshot. The small grunts that escaped him as he hobbled through your backyard had been enough to let you know just how much pain he was in, but seeing his battered face so close was far more reassurance than you had wanted.
"What the hell happened" your eyes moving over the scape of his features.
"Nothin'" he whispered against your hand, hissing as the cloth touched the open wound.
"Bullshit Frank, you cant keep doing this"
"Doin' what?"
"This-" you hands pulling away from his face. "- getting in over your head, Its going to get you killed— and i cant exactly patch that mistake up." You gritted.
You could feel his gentle hand fiddling with the hem of your hoodie in response. His silence stretching a few moments before muttering a quiet apology.
This hadnt been the first time he had stumbled his way into your home, especially at such an early hour. This odd routine had started a few months ago when you had found him passed out, beaten nearly to death in an alley on your way home from work. He begged you to leave him be, not get yourself involved, but you couldn't bring yourself to let him suffer. So you led him to your home. After patching up a bullet wound and countless lacerations he crashed on your couch. You told him that if he was ever in need ever again, you were there waiting to help. He brushed the offer off initially, warning you that he was not someone you wanted to be associated with let alone help.
Although, on nights like these Frank always found his unsteady feet leading him to your doorstep- or back yard in this case. This yearning for your touch had been something he had tried to ignore for months now. It was wrong of him to feel this way. You had been a helping hand, someone just trying to be stubbornly nice, he shouldn't be taking advantage of that. Yet he always came, always found himself sitting under your warm touch, beaten and bloodied. Frank was terrified of how you made him feel. He felt as though he was putting you in danger by just being in your presence.
"Y'know doll, you dont need to help me" Frank's voice was hoarse, but assertive.
"If i dont who will" you said with a laugh "i dont do this because i feel obligated, i care about you Frank" you said wiping the last of the dried blood from his forehead.
"Thanks" he said quietly, his hand resting on your hip.
"Of course, now im gonna have to have ask you to take your shirt off buddy" you said, eyes settling on a small torn and bloodied section of his undershirt. You assumed he had been stabbed or sliced, it didn't look too bad but you still needed to find out just how bad it was. God knows Frank wasnt going to admit how badly he was hurt.
Frank answered with a humored huff and retracted his hand from your hip, taking his own shirt into his hand. You watched as he got on arm though and began struggling to get the other out. The winces and grunts he let out as he tried to get the shirt off made you feel horrible. Without a thought your hand found the edge of the shirt, the other hand resting on his arm. As his eyes met yours you could see a flash of embarrassment, "let me help" you said in an almost whisper. His eyes falling from yours to settle somewhere behind you, you began pulling the shirt up his torso. Lifting the neck over his head and pulling the sleeve down his arm. He let out a relieved sigh in response. Tossing the shirt on the table behind him you quickly crouched in front of him, a quiet gasp leaving him as your finger tips brushed against the skin of his abdomen.
"Oh- im sorry" you stuttered fearing you had hurt him.
"No its alright, just wasnt prepared" he said with a smile.
"Looks pretty shallow, I'll put one or two stitches in just for good measure.
A small grunt above your now crouched body was accompanied by the quick unzipping of the med kit. Your diligent hands gently resting on his stomach gave him a sort of relief, an ease he hadn't known he was searching for. He watched you as you threaded the needle with care. Craning his neck in an attempt to see your concentrated gaze at his gut.
"Alright, you ready?" You asked gazing up towards his shadowed face.
"As I'll ever be" a small smile creeping onto his full lips.
The sight of you between his thighs, carefully and gently tending to his wounds nearly sent him into a spiral. A tight and warm bloom erupting in his chest for the first time in years. Hes frame tensed under your hands, quickly soothing the muscles with your light warm touch. The pain had since faded while peering down at the crown of your head. That all to familiar warmth began spreading to his neck and shoulders as you methodically tied off the suture. He was terrified.
The sudden heat of attachment beginning to fester in his chest was something he promised himself years ago to fully abandon. And until recently, he had. It was only until he found his way back to your apartment that he began to worry. Your figure had occupied his mind for days after your first meeting. Consuming the place where loneliness once heavily sat. That weight slowly melted away with each bruised and bloodied walk to your door. And with each tender caress of your fingers he found himself lighter.
"And..were done" you said with a smile, returning your eyes to a now unreadable man. "You alright Frank?" Worry blossoming in your gut.
"Im alright, just.. thank you" he said quietly, almost struggling.
You rose your your feet, Frank's gaze still fixated on your face. Sitting the supplies to the side and wiping your bloody hands on the equally bloodied towel, his hands returning to your hips.
"Its not nice to stare, Frank" you said weakly, your nerves buzzing from his lingering gaze.
"Sorry" he whispered, almost sad.
He looked exhausted. A sad and lonely flush covered his bruised face. It hurt seeing him like this. From the moment you saw him you had became attached. The odd need to help him and comfort him came so naturally to you. You couldn't let him feel this horrible. This lonely. So, in one slow movement, you snaked your hands to cradle his neck. Carefully leaning his head against your warm belly. His dark short hair meeting the soft fabric of the night shirt. Instinctively gently running your fingers through the disheveled tufts. Judging by the relieved sigh that escaped his tense body, it had to have been years since he had been held. Touched so gently and with such care.
"Thank you" he murmurd into your shirt, his hot breath seeping into your soft skin.
"Of course, Frank"
#frank castle x reader#frank castle x gn!reader#frank castle#the punisher x reader#the punisher#jon bernthal#｡･☾:*reid rambles｡･:*★#frank castle fluff#punisher fluff
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Oh my god!????
THAT WAS INCREDIBLE???? I have no words. I cant articulate how much tlou means to me, and to see my fav actors playing such important characters is to much for my heart to handle. I am so fucking glad that they put so much love into this show holy shit.
I particularly love how they went a different route with some of the original story details. Like how Joel and Ellie met and how Sarah was killed. Also, that old woman who got infected???? SCARY AS SHIT. I was expecting them to make it a little scary but GODDAMN. i was nervous as hell watching her twitch n shit behind sarah. Also that dog😭 omg that sweet baby boy omg.
JOEL BEATING THAT SOLDIER TO DEATH???? ME NEXT????? + Ellies almost satisfied reaction.... Omg. She was so happy to finally have someone willing to protect her. FUCK it was so good.
+ them making joel a low-key drug abuser... amazing. I am so glad they did that mainly bc who tf wouldn't want to be high and drunk all the time during the apocalypse????? Hes suffering everyday and he has lost two people who are near and dear to him, his daughter and now his brother (sort of but whatever).
+ a mention to Bill and Frank!!!!! Im so excited to see them😭💖
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I am apologizing in advanced for the person i will become when i see Miguel O'Hara in theaters. I will be unbearable.
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every once an a while my Din Djarin thirst art gets popular again and i get flooded with the must unhinged comments/tags ive ever seen
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