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#LET THIS MAN REST
comatomato · 1 year
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when there’s only one episode 💀
The instant gratification gremlin in me cannot handle this. So naturally I had to draw this meme to fill the void.
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Ngl tho this is Din internally throughout the seasons cuz this man literally CANT CATCH A BREAK AND MAYBE TAKE A NAP FOR ONCE.
Check out more of my art over on Instagram! ✨
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deathbyfiction · 9 months
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He's just so done with them 😭
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sarcasmo-mexicano · 10 months
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The Spot/Jonathon Ohnn Sleeping Hc's  
Even before he became the Spot, I strongly believe that, this man has a hard time falling asleep.
He looks like the type of person that has a lot on his mind -would it be work related or just plain anxiety- and those very thoughts wont let him rest.
Johnny boy would be all tucked up, tired as fuck but still unable to properly sleep.
He survives his day on a coffee/energy drink basis, Im sure of it.
Tries everything to relax himself before bed: Tea, humidifier, white noise, asmr (positive affirmations or comfort ones) heavy blankets.
Uses a /lot/ of pillows.
Likes to hold into something while he sleeps (he's lonely :c)
Messy sleeper.
I can picture him tossing and turning a lot before falling asleep.
Either he sleeps on his side holding into a pillow or starfish.
Or like a dad, on his back with a hand on his chest.
Snores.
Its softly, but he def. does.
Sometimes talks on his sleep.
This man probably sleeps on his briefs but also i can see him using socks too.
Spot/Reader
Spot is a little ankward when it comes to cuddling.
Dont get him wrong! He /wants/ to cuddle with you but all he has ever held are pillows and not a living, breathing person.
He respects your boundaries, so usually he waits for you to initiate the cuddling.
Spot its the little spoon, you cannot fight me on this.
He likes to be held, please hold him for the love of God.
Likes to feel your body pressing against his, it helps him feel grounded and this way he falls asleep easier and faster.
He can be the big spoon too, as a treat.
Its nice for him to feel your heartbeat.
There have been accidents of your arms or legs going through one of his spots.
I feel like Spot becomes a little jumpy and wakes up in a panic when he cant feel you in the bed with him (maybe you just went to the bathroom or to drink water) and will start calling you and looking for you.
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irafook · 1 year
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mrsfeiix · 6 months
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Fox: I’m not a piece of art, I’m a piece of shit
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xo-bug-ox · 1 year
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Ahh hi! I just wanted to say I LOVED your last Erik fic and I was wondering if you could write another? If you can’t that’s fine :)
Maybe him and the reader have a cottage and it’s after everything he’s been through and they’re finally happy and just spend a quiet evening together? Feel free to change anything and if you can write this tysm in advance <3
Omg what Bugs is writing a fic again?? For the first time in over a month?? Crazy I know, but here I am. And yes ofc love!!
Strawberries
Erik Lehnsherr x reader
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Warnings: none that I’m aware of!!!
The air was cool as you lay down the soft blanket onto the grass in your back garden, you sat on it calling for your husband to come join you, he came out holding a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, Erik sat down on the other side of the blanket to you. As he opened the book you crawled over to him cuddling up into his torso, “now where did we leave of?” He asked. You thought for a moment, “chapter 12 I think” you hummed reaching over and popping a strawberry into your mouth pulling out the leaves and placing them into a separate bowl. Erik smiled down at you before taking a deep breath in and beginning to read aloud to you. His voice was soft and calm as he read, you gazed up at him watching him speak for a brief moment before gazing towards your little house.
It was a quaint little cottage, stone walls with vines crawling up its side and windowsills, you knew you should cut them before they covered the actual window itself but you couldn’t bring yourself to ruin perfect scene. Eriks chest fell up and down with each breath he took as he spoke, you continued making your way through the small bowl of strawberries repeating the same motions of pulling out the leaves and placing them in the bowl until you’d finished. Erik had stopped talking, “You stopped” you said looking up at him, “well I didn’t think you were listening, plus we finished two chapters” he smiled kissing the top of your head gently. Your face flushed smiling at Erik.
“Have you done something different with your hair?” You asked pulling back from his chest to inspect him, he sat still for a moment before a gentle laugh fell from his lips, “it’s just messy from today that’s all. Why? Do you like it like this?” He asked running his hands through his hair, you nodded happily telling him, “look pretty, it suits you as well”. Erik blushed before he felt a drop of rain it his hand, he looked up eyes meeting the deep grey rain clouds above the two of you, you followed his action feeling the rain start to come down on you two. You laughed slightly picking up the blanket and small bowls of fruit as you and Erik ran back instead laughing together.
You placed the bowls and blanket on the table looking out the window at the rain that was now pouring down, “it’s raining cats and dogs out there” Erik hummed wrapping his arms around your waist, chin resting atop your head as the two of you watched out the window. “I love cats and dogs”
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aster-oak · 7 months
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My favourite thing about fanart and fanfic about Peter lukas is that he can't slip into the background. That evil little big boy man can't hide from us. We've caught him in these fragments of reality and I like to revel in the pain that would cause him.
Like ooooh, you want to hide? Sorry, we know you, wherever you go, the story goes, we're with you to the end. Try and feel lonely under our relentless gaze. In truth, to Peter we're all avatars of the eye and he just wants to go home
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miami-lolz · 7 months
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LET THIS MAN HAVE A HAPPY ENDING PLEASEEE
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thefablefoxart · 1 year
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Mr Arthur “pussycat” Morgan
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navarresimp · 1 year
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guilty of the same crime
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hexellent · 2 months
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Finally got to why usopp got the name god usopp :')
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antonsblackgf · 5 months
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y’all , if he leaves riize i’m going to be so upset like sincerely
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kithj · 5 months
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anyways he's a father now i guess
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coyoxxtl · 7 months
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idk why everyone is so against Simon dying when he honestly should’ve died a Long time ago
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amariaamaris · 1 month
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Of Spite and Planned Assassinations (Teaser)
Hi all! This is a Star Wars AU that I've just started working on and would love some feedback on this little bit of a teaser. I've been in a not so great writing block/rut, but this little idea has succeeded in at least partially pulling me out of it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1: Of Ire and Life Debts
Mace Windu has two hands.
Two hands that are actively shaking from the after effects of sith lightning.
He’s not on Coruscant… He's not on Coruscant.
Instead, Mace Windu, The Master of the Jedi Order is in the middle of a forest and he has no clue what planet he’s on. He would also appreciate it if his head would stop throbbing as spikes of pain splinter through his brain.
Mace finally, shakily pulls himself to a standing position and slowly takes in his surroundings. Trying to get a better grasp as to where he is and where he should start walking to find some civilization.
He reaches out to the force with a question pressing, projecting outward and junts off his pain, fear, and worry out into the force. All he gets back as an answer is a distinct feeling of amusement and comfort. Much like the creche masters would give an amused and indulgent smile and a slightly humiliating pat on the head to initiates with silly fears. As they are cheerfully reassured that it ‘passes with time’.
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raisedbyheathens · 7 months
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Hey; so I want to talk about Arthur Lester and fatherhood for just a sec. I just reblogged a thing about him probably not being a particularly fit parent and it got me to thinking.
We don't know a ton about Bella. We know she was pretty, and artistic and she came from money. We know Arthur met her 'in school' and she either dropped out or was at very least no longer passionate about higher education.
In school is vague AF. Were they in High School? In College? Either might work. Either way, if you use just really general, 'standard' school timetables; Arthur was probably 22 or younger when he met Bella.
But, Arthur has said more than once they were 'so young' when they met.
There is a better than decent possibility that he was a teen parent. Who became a single parent at the same time he became A parent. Coupled with the absolutely untreated trauma of his parent's double suicide (and did Arthur find them?) of course he was not a great parent- he was almost certainly wildly unprepared.
Like I know my man has had a tough go, but jesus.
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