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coastielaceispunk · 2 years

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On my “Aging Like a Fine Wine” bs

Adds discouraged head swing to leave to the Pedro-isms pile.

#I love everything about this man #aging like a fine wine series #fine wine #my series #comparison #marcus pike #javier pena #pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

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theshylittleelfgirl · 1 year

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❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Happiest Of Birthdays

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

To This Wonderful

Sunshine Of a Man

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

#Happy Birthday kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro rengoku #best boy #set your heart ablaze #he truly set my heart ablaze #i miss him #stupid tears #i love everything about this man #demon slayer #kimitsu no yaiba

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z-ppy · 9 months

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just realized that alcal probably spells favorite and color like favourite and colour... <3

when he says "eh" or "aboat" ? love.

@dawg-motif this isn’t insane right

#being weird about alcal #i love everything about this man #alcal #alexander calvert #what's the canadian version of teaboo?#14 y/o zoe is screeching #zoe speaks

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roger-s-maracas · 1 year

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WHO IS YOUR LOCKSCREEN AND HOME SCREEN HE'S CUTE

Well well well, he is indeed so cute and beautiful, isn't he? 😄💓

He is Mikhail Kuznetsov. To be very specific, him as Fyodor Basmanov from the movie Ivan The Terrible. I think you might've seen the whirlwind of posts I reblogged of this movie 😅

That's it for now. I love him SO MUCH I'm afraid I might get carried away, you know?!

#and it even gets better when you actually watch the movie #his voice #his facial expressions #i love everything about this man #mikhail kuznetsov #fyodor basmanov #ivan the terrible

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phantomrose96 · 11 months

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The realest part of the Barbie Movie was when Barbie was like "okay but what if this hurts his feelings? what if this makes him sad? :(" after Ken stole her house, stole her car, and stole her agency, because as a woman you still have to second guess everything you do on the assessment of whether it might hurt a man's feelings.

And then that apprehension was proven right one million times over by the entire Conservative Internet Manosphere pissing and shitting and screaming themselves hoarse over Barbie daring to hurt a man's feelings.

#barbie #barbie movie #also if the genders were reversed and Ken's character was a woman everyone would fucking _hate_ her im just saying #'petty bratty bitchy girlfriend wants to steal everything her boyfriend owns because she learned about feminism'#everyone would HATE her #but because Ken's a man everyones pissing frothing review is about how shittily he was treated and how shitty the men are treated blah blah #(I fucking loved Ken in the movie but I'm saying this with confidence: Everyone would hate female!Ken if this was reversed)

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hailsatanacab · 6 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!

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queenoftheboard · 1 year

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❛ you’re only asking questions about me, why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself ? ❜ (Levy being charming, in the beginning, when he's playing himself down to be exactly what he knows will get him in her good graces.)

♕ quotes from stories I never finished . accepting

Fundraisers were among some of the most dreadfully boring activities that Eirene forced herself to endure for the purpose of building a solid, remarkable brand for Quinn. Eastsiders cared an awful lot about appearances - it was no different for the businesses that hoped to thrive in DisCity; furthermore, donations to certain charitable endeavors were also helpful in allowing a degree of flexibility to explain oscillations in reported revenue as necessary.

And yet, no one present at the hotel selected for the event would be able to tell as much simply by gazing at the CEO's face - the woman had a pleasing smile in place, all the sweet and honeyed words about 'corporate responsibility' and 'sustainable governance' dripping from painted lips like a speech memorized eons ago and which Eirene delivered flawlessly. For one that didn't know any better, the president of the Quinn conglomerate was as concerned for the future of DisCity as any other good, upstanding citizen.

But it wasn't until Levy entered the picture that the smile on Eirene's face reached her eyes - not because there was some sudden warmth or generosity there, but rather a sincere business interest in him and his family's heritage. After all - everyone in Eastside was aware of the one individual who openly flaunted his wealth and the privilege associated to his name. A collection of imported cars, rotating magazine cover models clinging to his arms, the legendary parties and the amounts spent (or lost) at cassinos - Levy was the personification of opulence, but handled it in a complete different way than Eirene did with her self-made empire.

And besides, given the looks that Levy had offered her... Eirene knew that his blue orbs were interested in what the cut of her dress alluded to, which was frankly an advantage. Many older, rich Eastsiders had assumed the blonde to be a perfect little victim - only the Sinner was more dangerous than any of them, able to kill every and single one of these vultures on the spot with her powers or merely crushing them under the heel of her shoe with the right move with Quinn.

None survived to tell the tale (metaphorically or otherwise) - Eirene was no prey, she was the predator and the fundraiser was a hunting ground for financing and opportunities to increase her margins even more. Levy just happened to look like her next target - and the conversation exchanged in-between glasses of expensive champagne seemed to go precisely in that direction.

The businesswoman had been doing the infallible routine - giving Levy attention, a stage for his evidently large ego to shine. The questions had been seemingly innocent on the surface but probed at his family history and certain habits; Eirene was measuring just how much she could squeeze from him before the silver-haired man realized she had no interest in him beyond his bank account, as nice as his eyes looked from behind the tinted lenses of his sunglasses.

"Something about myself?" the woman echoed, smirking above the rim of her glass and leaning against the railing of the balcony where they stood for a moment. Even in heels, Eirene needed to look up to meet his stare, but there was nothing about the blonde that suggested her being intimidated by that - on the contrary. Her free hand moved some loose strands of platinum tresses over a shoulder with a charming shrug, speaking up next, "I could go on about chess forever. I have been playing it for as long as I remember - there is nothing like the feeling of a worthy opponent sitting across the board. The adrenalin rush of battling another for victory is quite... Addictive."

Eirene trailed off, a sip of the drink taken for dramatic effect - perhaps they had been standing too close to one another for casual business conversation, but the CEO showed no intention in removing herself from such a scenario, at least not for the moment. Lips still curved up, the blonde carried on with a final invitation that surely had additional overtones to anyone who cared to listen to their dialogue.

"Do you play, Levy? It would be my pleasure to have you as an opponent for a friendly match. I do happen to own several exquisite chess sets - one of them is surely up to your aesthetic preferences."

Once more, Eirene placed herself as an innocent pawn rather than the mighty queen - a gambit that only those who were too arrogant or confident relied on. The Quinn CEO was both - and for once, initiating a game where she would be unable to get to a check mate, even if she had no idea of such fate at that moment in time.

Levy would be her greatest and most glorious mistake.

#♔ answered . this is my move #svnsworn #v: we own DisCity #gosh I adore him #I applaud his tenacity #I admire his masochism down the road #I love everything about this man

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insanesonofabitch · 9 months

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Thinking about how the plot of season 6 wouldn’t make sense if you do not acknowledge the fact that Cas and Crowley working together was an affair, or at least it felt like so to Dean.

Majority of the people that I heard saying that they disliked that conflict, say that it doesn’t make sense because Dean should’ve understood Cas’ point of view. And that Dean has also worked with demons before, more than once, out of desperation. Which is why he doesn’t have the right to be mad. And I understand that. But it wasn’t about working with demons. No. Not really. The thing that hurt Dean the most about Cas’ choice was how he chose to ask for help from Crowley, instead of him. Cas chose Crowley over him.

“Look me in the eye, and tell me you’re not working with Crowley…”

“You’re in it with him? You and Crowley?? You’re going after purgatory together??? You have, huh? This whole time!”

“No, you had a choice. You just made the wrong one.”

“I was there. Where were you?”

The plot literally doesn’t make sense if you do not acknowledge destiel or crowstiel or deancascrowley. And I think that’s insane, especially for a show from 2005.

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royalarchivist · 7 months

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Ramon: So opinions on [Bagi]?

Fit: She's legit, we can trust her. We can trust her.

Ramon: Would you rather a dad or a mom [for me?]

Fit: Uh- I- no one! No one. Let's- let's get over to Felps' Square, Ramon. [They head to the warp at Spawn, then Fit hesitates] Um, wait- Ramon. [He pauses, briefly looks at the camera, then says in a rush] If I had to choose between the two, it'd be a dad. Alright, let's go. Let's go, let's go.

#FitPac #Hideduo #Ramon #FitMC #QSMP #Ramon driving the Hideduo bus today and frickin FLOORING it #I'm a slowburn enjoyer but I do love it when the Eggs are little bastards and tease their parents like this LMAO #If I have time maybe I can compile some of the Fit/Pac moments from today #Ok but this out of everything that's happened lately re: Hideduo stuff; this really warmed my heart #idk it just felt so... realistic? I dunno how to phrase it but something about it really made me go :')#''if I had to choose between the two it'd be a dad''#man idk maybe this is just because that's how I write characters but that really spoke to me #both as a slowburn writer and as a demi-leaning person

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