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ssamorganhotchner · 10 months
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it just occurred to me that thomas gibson probably calls hazel a good girl and now i wanna throw myself down a flight of stairs.
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hamable · 2 months
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You’re Ruben Hopclap. You’re a teen rock star headlining a local festival. Your interim principal attempts to kill you multiple times. The elusive crush you wrote all your songs about vanishes with some other kids and returns covered in gore. The most popular guy in school jumps fifteen feet in the air, turns to you with a smirk and says, “I’m actually a huge fan,” and spears said principal through the core. Your crush boards a bus going who knows where. Someone gets on a mic and tells everyone to go home. It’s been four minutes.
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willowser · 1 month
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i really think having an emotional connection is so important to bakugou sexually.
like, i think he has to be in the exact right mood in order to get off by himself at home alone. can't be too tired, can't be too stressed out, can't have too much on his mind regarding work or other things, and even if it's been a while and his body is sensitive and wanting for it—if his head is not right, he can sit there for hours and never reach his peak.
which is why i think ultimately he doesn't do it that often, because it pisses him off to waste the time and not find the release. makes him more agitated. i think porn for the most part doesn't help him because he's too picky, literature probably helps a bit more, but he's still picky, and his imagination can get him there, but his headspace has to be right.
i think he's slow to hands-on stuff, when your relationship starts, and you can tell he's going to be like that pretty quickly. he responds to your touch like it's an accident; you reach out to hold his hand and he pulls his back like your knuckles have knocked by chance, like you're too close. it's not meant to be a rejection of any kind, it's just—he doesn't want you to touch him if you don't want to. if you don't mean to.
but when he realizes that you mean to, that you want to—
it has him skyrocketing. surprises him terribly, the affect you have on his body, and how quickly, because not even he can always have that affect on his own body.
you reach up to push some hair out of his face and your fingers skirt his cheekbone and he feels like a stupid gross disgusting puddle of mush. you loop your arm through his and lean into him while you're walking and he feels like a prize, like he's yours and you're his and you want everybody to know and that gives him a rush of pride that makes his head woozy.
he's dropping you off at home after date number he-doesn't-know and you're staring up at him outside your front door and he knows he should kiss you so he does and his whole body lights up with a heat he doesn't recognize at all. just from that.
and then he finally gets it: that heart-aching, stomach turning, body shaking want he's only ever heard about, and now finally feels.
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ofswordsandpens · 8 months
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actually I also wanna talk about the part where Percy convinces Bob to kill Hyperion because even though Percy never says anything outright sinister, the way he handles the entire situation with such cool ease, playing on Bob’s emotions... its so insane???
Because Annabeth’s reaction to the three of them encountering Hyperion reforming is: “oh this is bad we need to get out of here” She knows if Bob remembers himself, that it's not going to play out well for Percy and her. She also thinks about how they're being pursued and don't have a lot of time. Her solution to the problem, seemingly, is to leave.
But Percy's solution is to work the situation to his advantage. He re-affirms Bob's loyalty to him:
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Percy then re-establishes Bob's moral code: "Some monsters are good. Some are bad. This Titan is bad. He tried to kill me and a lot of people. He's not good like you are."
And it ends with Percy leaving the choice of whatever to do with Hyperion to Bob but of course, is it really what Bob chose to do? Bob decides to kill Hyperion. It's not what he may have done, if Percy hadn't intervened. But it's exactly what Percy was oh-so-sweetly leading Bob to do.
And listen, I'm not claiming that it was exactly morally bankrupt of Percy to take advantage of a once-evil titan who could get him and his girlfriend through hell in one piece. Percy, Annabeth, they manipulate monsters and enemies all the time. Annabeth ended the previous book with manipulating Arachne into weaving her own web. So it's not exactly like she's against using manipulative tactics, in theory.
But Bob, at this point, is not just some monster. He is so painfully sincere in his belief in Percy and their friendship, so yes, it does feel a bit sinister whenever Percy uses Bob... and he really uses Bob.
And I think what makes the scene so unsettling, it isn't just that Percy manipulated Bob, its how well Percy manipulated him. He manipulates Bob so well that Percy doesn't even have to kill Hyperion... because Bob does it for him. He manipulates Bob so well, that Annabeth couldn't tell if Percy was purposefully trying to manipulate the situation. (Newsflash, he most definitely was). Like holy shit.
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bellamer · 11 months
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Hobie getting Miles a bonnet because Miles is just out here sleeping with no protection for his hair.
The first time Hobie sleeps over at Miles', Hobie's putting his hair up in his bonnet and when he looks over at Miles, Miles is just... straight up laying there. No bonnet, no turban, no nothing. And he just stares at Miles.
"...What are you doing ?"
"Where's your bonnet ?"
"My what ?"
"So you just go to sleep with your hair all naked and shit ?"
"Hobie, what are you talking about ?"
"Nothing. Night."
But Hobie doesn't sleep because the fact that Miles is just sleeping soundly with no hair protection and the next morning, he's just staring as Miles struggles to detangle his hair.
So the next week, Hobie drops a present off at Miles' with a note attached to it
"Took me forever to find one that you'd like, but I feel that this one is perfect for you. Wear that shit. I'm serious, Miles. I cant sleep at night knowing that you sleep like that. Hair protection is no joke. - HB"
And Miles takes Hobie's present out of the box, and there's a satin bonnet with sunflowers on it. Miles puts it on and it feels... really comfortable and is amazed when he starts waking up and his hair is less frizzy and that there's way less breakage and that he wakes up with less knots and tangles and doesn't have to spend all morning detangling his hair.
And the next time Hobie comes over, he's so proud to see Miles wearing his bonnet, even in his downtime.
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nibbelraz · 2 months
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I am endlessly entertained by the prospect of MBJ just having literally no clue how human physiology works, and thus believing everything he hears (which, paired with SQH's propensity for saying dumb shit without thinking, is a recipe for disaster)
like:
SQH: ugh if I read any more expense reports my eyeballs will fall out of my head
MBJ: *frantically gathering as many expense reports as he can carry before shoving them into the fire*
SQH: *literally watching all his work burn up in flames* i-
MBJ: please hold in your eyeballs
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SQH, offhandedly: lmao wei qingwei ate so many bao buns at the festival that I honestly think he's going to turn into one
MBJ, absolutely horrified, actually gives his condolences to the (very confused) human man because this affliction which will soon take his humanity is a fate worse than death. Also he starts hiding SQH's melon seeds
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SQH: ugh I'm so stressed out i'm gonna EXPLODE
MBJ: NO-
Yes YES OH man Shang Qinghua definitely has no filter when complaining about stuff, Poor Mobei he's learning so many awful things about humans and how MUCH DANGER THEYRE IN (how much danger his favorite human is in)
He tries to learn more about what can happen to his poor human so he's spying on Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghuas meetings only to hear them BOTH dramatically explain how tired they are, Shen Qingqiu with some peak lord duties juggled with Binghe and Shang Qinghua with just the amount of paper work and how they both won't make it if things don't slow down soon which prompts Mobei to immediately tell Luo Binghe that his consort is going to DIE if he doesn't get rest immediately this second
I can see this getting SO out of hand so fast, He'd bury Shang Qinghua in blankets and hold him tight so absolutely nothing can bother him and he'd be safe
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noecoded · 6 months
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recording studio ^_^
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varilien · 6 months
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doodles from like. may or smn lol
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husk can’t cook for shit but he makes drinks like no one’s business. obviously this is part of the course for a bartender, of course he knows how to make drinks, but you can only make so many martinis and old fashioneds before it starts feeling old and boring and monotonous- so husk gets experimental with his cocktails, just for fun, and uses angel as a test dummy. some drinks are hits, some are misses, some are almost there and just need tweaking, and angel is more than happy to provide feedback
and angel, who is an amazing cook, does the same with husk. he does a lot of traditional italian meals, but again, you can only have the same eight pasta dishes so many times before it just gets bland and frustrating. so angel tries new recipes and tries to come up with his own spins on stuff, and even branches out into other cultural dishes. he doesn’t have a lot of time outside of work, but as he starts clubbing less and less, he starts cooking more and more- and he and husk can usually be found in the hotel kitchen late at night.
once they’re officially a couple, most of their date nights include husk sitting on the counter while angel cooks a good dinner and once it’s done they move to the bar, where husk makes special drinks for the two of them. it’s domestic and quiet and so very needed- a calm and relaxed getaway from the chaos that is hell. all they need is each other, and they’re good to go.
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cowboy-caboodles · 3 months
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Javey Sleeping Positions!!
I just KNOW Jack is the type of person to fall asleep anywhere, in any position, at any time, while Davey sleeps like he’s about to be cremated
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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 9 months
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"Be right back," you announced to Rosita and Carol, getting up and rushing to the front door. You couldn't help the wide smile that formed when you realized it was Daryl standing there waiting. "Hi," you greeted him warmly. "What's up?" The heat and humidity of summer had finally broken and given way to a gloriously beautiful autumn day. His wavy brown hair was lightly tousled from the wind.
He seemed nervous, shifting his weight back and forth, turning something copper colored and fuzzy over and over in his hands. "Uhh—just wanted to drop this off for ya..." He thrust the orange something into your hands and your fingers sunk into velvety soft fox fur. A pelt. "I trapped it last year and made it into scarf-kinda thing 'n—the weather's turned now and all. Thought ya might need it." He stood there looking as if he was somehow imposing on you by standing on your front stoop. "Yer always cold, ya know," he drawled, trailing off at the end.
"Thanks," was all you managed and it was woefully inadequate. You were a little surprised by the whole occurrence.
"No problem," he said, ducking his head and turning to rush down your front steps.
"Hey—Daryl!" you called after him. "Rosita and Carol are here. We were just having some drinks... Carol stole some wine from the pantry. If you wanted to come in?"
He looked like he was considering saying yes for a brief moment, chewing on his bottom lip, but he eventually ducked his head. "Nah... ya'll have a good time. I dun wanna get in the way of a girls' night."
He'd already turned to leave again when you said his name once more. "Daryl!" you called after him again. "You're never in the way," you asserted, cocking an eyebrow up at him.
He nodded, one corner of his mouth twitching up. "Thanks. But I'll just see ya around, alrigh'? Dun drink too much," he cautioned you.
You watched him rushing away up the sidewalk and disappeared back inside, turning the fox fur over and over in your hands the same way he had been.
"What's that?" Carol asked as you stepped back into the kitchen.
It took you a moment to even register that she'd said something to you. "Huh? Oh. It's a fox fur scarf. Daryl just dropped it off," you said. "I'm not sure why—but he said the weather's turned and—" Carol and Rosita exchanged a look and you saw it. "What? What was that look?" you asked urgently.
Rosita let out a dry laugh as if the meaning was the most obvious thing in the world. "Hey, stupid. He likes you," she said pointedly.
You stared at her. "He just knows I'm—I get cold easily..." But even you sounded unconvinced.
Carol rolled her eyes and reached for the bottle of wine again. "God, all this denial is making me sick," she joked, shooting you a look. "Daryl Dixon gifting you something he made with his own hands is the equivalent of a male peacock spreading its tail feathers. This is your signal. Earth to Y/N! Do something!"
You felt your cheeks flush. "What am I supposed to do?" you asked rhetorically.
Rosita shoved the unopened bottle of wine toward you on the table, her eyebrows lifting. "Take this over to his room in the basement with two glasses and climb in his bed," she laughed. "That should be obvious enough even for him."
"Stop..." you muttered, still flushing furiously.
Carol finished pouring more wine into her own glass. "Just do something! The man is doing his best and Lord knows he needs some help," she smiled.
Prompt: "Hey, stupid. He likes you." A/N: Fuck, this is cute. Not me wanting to write this as a whole ass fic....
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ghouljams · 10 months
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wearing fae könig and ghosts clothes cause it’s cold? Would they be possessive? Do they scent mark and just the sight of their loves in their clothes cause their instincts to go wild? Or do they just want to snuggle the hell out of their loves because the oversize clothes just looks so cute on them?
anyway have a lovely day!
*vibrating excitedly* thank you for the fluff prompt I'm gonna do fae!Ghost, but they both absolutely scent mark so if u want König I can do him too.
You steal Simon's shirt off the floor while he's in the shower. You spend a few minutes with your face pressed into it before you actually put it on, you don't think you could ever get enough of his scent. The shirt itself hits you mid thigh, and you take a very pleased moment to enjoy it before going to put a kettle on.
You're starting to get good at timing your mornings out, hearing the shower shut off as you stir a second sugar packet into Simon's mug. You grab the handle and make your way back to your bedroom just in time to see him coming out of the steamy en suite. Truly one of your favorite sights. You hum appreciatively as he scrubs his hair with one of your towels, letting your eyes trace over every well defined scar and muscle until they're resting on the low hang of the towel around his waist.
Every inch of him seems designed for power and skill, but the pink towels are yours. They speak to comfort and domesticity. You sometimes wonder if Simon ever had that before you. He takes to it like a starving man, grasping at every shred of comfort you offer him and devouring it no matter how small it may seem to you.
"I made you a cuppa," you tell him, dragging your eyes back to his face as he tugs the towel off his head. He glances at you as he tosses it onto the bed, then almost as quickly as the terrycloth hits the bed his eyes are on you again. They stick to his shirt, his gaze heavy on the oversized garment you're wearing.
Simon makes a noise you've never heard before. It's rough and throaty, but it rumbles pleasantly and hits something deep and affectionate in your chest. You hold out the tea you have for him and he wraps his fingers around your wrist to drag you close. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest as he presses his nose to your pulse and inhales. You try to hold the hot mug out of the way as he makes that rumbly noise again.
"Smell like me," he mumbles. You feel his mouth open, tasting the scent of you as he breathes deeply. You give a questioning hum and he holds you tighter, forcing a high squeak from you at the squeeze. "My sweet girl, better than I could've imagined." The way he says it makes your heart melt a little, so quiet and sincere, you dont think he means just his scent. You'll wear his shirts every day if it makes him this happy.
He rubs his cheek against yours, the scratch of his stubble making you laugh and try to squirm away from him. Simon doesn't let up, and you're restricted by the tea in your hand. The rumbling is getting warmer, you are getting warmer. You duck your head to press your nose against his neck in retaliation. He smells like woodsmoke and bourbon, and your favorite body wash. And you get it when he lifts you up to take you back to bed.
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eggsploded · 3 months
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spicelantern HD remaster
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hoofpeet · 1 year
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‘I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me’ energy
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didderd · 6 months
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erm. erm. th urge to draw this may or may not hav kept me awake 👀
(vry mild suggestive)
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i do not simp many swaps but...
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rfsmith · 2 months
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Y’all ever think Branch gets hit with the reality of waking up and realizing: “Holy fuck, this IS my life.”
And still finds it hard to believe that he’s in a romantic relationship with the Queen of Pop, with a literal QUEEN.
His brothers that left him 20 years ago, are either just living outside his bunker in the village now or he knows how to get into contact with them or knows where they live now. He was alone for 20 years and suddenly he has his family again.
The tribe that made fun of him being paranoid and overprotective now see him a very essential part of the village and want to hang out with him.
He’s super chilled with several royal families and leaders of other tribes.
He can casually join any group/band and they’d be accepting of him because he’s just like any other troll even though he has some differences.
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