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clotpolesonly · 1 year

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In The Stacks

Stiles didn’t go to the library very often. It was a quiet place, and Stiles was not a quiet person. He was also more adept at internet searches than he was at navigating the Dewey Decimal System, and he didn’t have the patience for poring through book after book after book looking for something that he could’ve just control+F searched for if it had been digital.

But sometimes, unfortunately, professors wanted you to prove you actually knew how to read. Thus, here Stiles was, entering the Beacon Hills Community College library for the first time, seven months into his journey of higher education. He’d been hoping to hold out the whole first year, just for kicks. He tried not to resent his Violence and Social Conflict in American History professor for requiring he break his streak and began scanning the stacks for whatever arbitrary shelf number corresponded with social conflict.

He’d found naturalism and related systems, Aristotelian philosophy, and general statistics of Europe when something drew him up short. The shelves weren’t exactly packed full—it was mid-afternoon on a Friday, the sun was shining, and the library was nobody’s first choice in those circumstances—but Stiles had passed his fair share of other students so far, none of the slightest bit familiar. But here, in the public finances aisle, was a very familiar face.

Stiles had entirely forgotten that Boyd went to this school too. He hadn’t seen him on campus all year. He’d barely seen him anywhere else either, only in passing when Scott was back in town from UC Davis and needed to do werewolf stuff, tucked into the backseat of Derek’s car or hovering impatiently at the edge of the woods. As much as Stiles had tried—and he'd really tried—he had never managed to get Boyd to look at him twice, much less be friends with him.

Him and Scott. Stiles had wanted Boyd to be friends with them, not just him. To be part of the pack and stuff. Hadn’t Boyd gotten the bite so he could have friends? Stiles had offered to be that friend! Collectively, with other people!

The specifics weren’t important. Obviously, it hadn’t worked.

Stiles was just opening his mouth to comment on how unlikely and fortuitous it was for them to run into each other like this and maybe it was a sign that they should try the whole “friend” thing again when he heard the wheezing. He stopped to actually take in what he was seeing.

Boyd had folded his considerable height onto the floor. His back was pressed up against the lowest shelf, head tipped back into a space absent of books, eyes closed tightly. His hands were clenched into fists on his knees. His breathing was strained enough for Stiles to hear it from the end of the row, sounding tight and pained and also, unfortunately, familiar.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Boyd’s eyes snapped open, flashing yellow. Stiles glanced around hastily to make sure there was no one to see, but this particular patch of the library was blessedly empty. By the time he looked back, Boyd’s eyes were brown again and his face was slack with relief.

“Stiles,” he said. “What are you—”

He didn’t finish the question, distracted by the need to breathe. Stiles approached with caution. Not because he thought Boyd might lose control or hurt him, but because he’d had panic and anxiety attacks than he could shake a stick at and company didn’t always help the situation.

He half-expected Boyd to snap at him. That’s what he’d done most of the time in high school, whenever Stiles had tried to ingratiate himself. He’d gotten a little more chill about it over the course of senior year, even going so far as to tolerate Stiles’ presence at the same lunch table, but Stiles’ presence had never been his favorite thing.

He didn’t snap this time. In fact, the closer Stiles got to him, the less tense he seemed to become. The fists on his knees loosened to reveal splotches of red where his hidden claws had dug into his palms, cuts already healed. His shoulders slumped, bit by bit, from where they’d been hiked up around his ears. He wasn’t wheezing anymore.

Gingerly, Stiles eased himself to the floor, leaving a good few inches between them. Somehow, against every natural inclination, he managed to not say anything. He just pulled a random book off the shelf across from him and started skimming.

It was a few minutes before Boyd shifted beside him. “What are you doing here, Stilinski?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Stiles shrugged. “I go here too.”

He wasn’t looking, but he was almost certain Boyd rolled his eyes. “Not on campus. I mean…”

Stiles shrugged again, his nonchalance a little less genuine this time. He didn’t look up from his book. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay. I can leave, if you want.”

He waited for Boyd to tell him to fuck off. He’d skimmed another four pages before he realized that he wasn’t going to. Tentatively, Stiles glanced over at him. He found Boyd already looking at him, a frown on his face that, for once, didn’t look annoyed.

“I hate living on campus,” Boyd told him, unprompted. “There’s too many people. Too many strangers.” He looked away, a muscle in his jaw flexing as he clenched his teeth. “Apparently, being kidnapped twice gives you trust issues where strangers are concerned.”

Stiles couldn’t stop a snort from escaping. “Yeah, go figure. I’m not great at making new friends either. And I only got kidnapped the once.”

The huff of breath that Boyd let out, just short of a laugh, should not have made Stiles feel as accomplished as it did. In his defense, he had been trying to make Boyd laugh for literal years. When Boyd turned his face back, he was smiling. Just barely, but it was there. That felt even better.

“I was gonna get food,” he heard himself say. “I mean, I was gonna find some books, and then I was gonna get food, afterwards. If you maybe wanted to— I mean, you don’t have to, it’s fine, I just thought maybe—”

“Okay.”

Stiles blinked at him. “Wait, really? Like, actually? You’ve never been willing to be seen with me in public before. Or tolerated my presence out of either.”

Boyd definitely rolled his eyes this time, but the little smile stayed. He levered himself off the ground and said, “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Stiles saw, though, the way that he looked over his shoulder, eyes roving the stacks like he couldn’t help it. Still searching for threats. He also saw the flare of Boyd’s nostrils as he breathed in and the way his eyes were drawn back to Stiles. Empathy wasn’t Stiles’ strongest suit, and he’d never been accused of being particularly perceptive where other people’s feelings were concerned, but Stiles was almost certain of three things in that moment: firstly, that Boyd did not want to be alone right now and was choosing to allow Stiles to keep him company; secondly, that Boyd was deliberately seeking out his scent and getting comfort from it; and thirdly, that, friends or not, Boyd trusted him.

When Boyd held out a hand, Stiles took it and let himself be pulled off the floor with an ease that was, and had always been, downright distracting. Equally distracting was the knowledge that it would’ve been just that easy even without the werewolf strength—what did Boyd need werewolfiness for when he had biceps like that?

Stiles patted the bicep in question, which Boyd allowed with an unusual amount of patience, and said, “Books! Then food! I gotta find some books.”

He looked around them. They were, in fact, surrounded by books. So many books. Why did libraries have to have so many fucking books? How was anybody supposed to find anything in this place? He said as much out loud and, wonder of all wonders, Boyd laughed. A real one this time, complete with vocalization and dimples and everything. Fuck.

Boyd took pity on him, possibly mistaking his dazedness for simple library-related overwhelm. “What are you looking for? Unlike you, I actually know how to navigate a library like a normal person.”

Stiles told him, and Boyd led the way through the shelves with a confidence that was as attractive as everything else about him. He helped Stiles carry the dozen books he decided he needed down to check-out. He even let Stiles talk about them over lunch, something like fondness hanging around the upturned corner of his mouth, without a single complaint.

Maybe it was just gratitude for Stiles sitting with him, but that was okay. It was progress from where they’d started, and as Stiles drove Boyd back to his dorm, he thought that maybe he would be seeing that familiar face a little more often from now on.

#Stoyd #Stiles Stilinski #Vernon Boyd #Teen Wolf #fanfiction #fics by me #sunflowerqueen #usually i would've posted this alongside posting the actual fic which i did last night #but i forgot i'd left it in drafts on AO3 until after i was already off the computer going to bed #and had to post it from my phone #and there was no way in hell i was drafting anything longer than a shitpost on tumblr mobile 😂#so it's late but it's here lol

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #older brother danny #sam is one protective gal. this scene went differently in my head. way differently. but alas. i am not complaining.#sam: if bruce wayne abandoned my best friend i'm gonna physically transform myself into a dragon and incinerate him. how dare he.#bruce and damian got to watch in real time as a random girl who knows danny suddenly realizes he's related to them. which is comical to me #because she suddenly goes from being disinterested but weirded out by damian. to suddenly looking at bruce like she's gonna kill him #which is very funny to me bc from their pov at first its like this random girl just speedran hating bruce. and then her parents bring up he #friend danny and then she calls him danyal. and suddenly its starting to click into place like 'oh fuck wait we may just have a lead on --#-- finding danyal and his whereabouts.' especially after sam's mom mentions the scar on his face. like wow. what a crazy ten minutes.#not seen but def happened: sam gets her phone out to go text danny in the corner. she's not gonna bring up the bruce thing yet. she needs #a pick me up. related note: danny and tucker know she's gone to some gala thing with her parents but not to a wayne gala. if danny had know #he may have told her that he was related to damian wayne. just to prepare her for that. not so sure on the writing in this one folks #but i also dont wanna go through and edit anything its like half past one in the morning and i also dont wanna wait until morning to post #when i can just do it now. and get instant serotonin. i thought of this scene in various ways. like sam calling damian 'danny' out of shock #and then quickly correcting herself. and then excusing herself very quickly. or her mentioning that damian resembles her friend danny a lot #so she was just thrown off by him. because i def think that could happen if sam has no reason to think that she needs to hide danny from th #waynes. i also thought about her parents mentioning that damian resembles danny a little bit. only for one of them to go 'oh no no couldn't #- be. how insulting to damian since the daniel they know has this horrid scar on his face.' and then go from there. either way i thought #a scene like this would be fun. get to also kinda explore how danny looks like from his friends' povs. of which he is #'our lovable jerk who is an ex-cult member and whom we will maim someone over.'#not a scene that was added but i wanted to: sam mentioning in parenthesis that she and tucker think danny was part of a cult prior to the #fentons. and that sometimes danny will say something alarming and sam and tucker will stare at him until he frowns and goes #“that... isn't normal. is it?” and tucker will clap his shoulder and cheerfully go “no buddy. no it isn't” bc i think the idea is funny.#sam is so focused on the idea that bruce abandoned/ignored/was unaware of danny's existence that she momentarily forgot that bruce may have

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stormbluestories · 1 year

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so just in case the tumblr peeps don’t know: yugipedia is down, it has been down for two days, they have lost three years worth of backups, and if you want to volunteer some minor inconvenience towards fixing it u can google ‘yugipedia recover’ and let it search your caches for whatever files you have in there. psa over.

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh dm #yugioh gx #yugioh 5ds #yugioh zexal #yugioh arc v #yugioh sevens #yugioh go rush #(if this is a thing people know I apologize for maintagging but. If I had been able to find a post abt this I wouldn’t have made this one.)#blue originals #my iPad is currently running the recovery and it is going VERY slowly #making this post from my phone #in case you’re wondering ‘how did this happen’ well apparently they were doing some rearranging & a server they thought was empty & safe 2 #take offline. wasnt #edit yeah it’s yugipedia.com/recover I forgot to put that in the first time #yugipeda

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kikker-oma · 7 months

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#im sorry im late with this! i actually finished this yesterday #but i couldnt send the file from my ipad to my phone cus i had 0 connection all day #so im doing a double post today!#i hope sky doesnt truly have lung problems #cus hes been underwater for a while now #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanart #lu sky #whumptober2023 #whumptober

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squipdop · 7 months

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okay i know we're all still recovering from the wink but. what did they mean by this. what did they MEAN by this. the baby oil. AGAIN?

[video description: a clip from Baldur's Gate 3 Cast play D&D #1.

neil newbon (astarions VA and player) turns to tim downie (gales VA and player): "you're not going to like this." (laughter)

tim: "oh no"

neil: "so what im thinking-"

tim: "not again"

neil: "im thinking-"

mark hulmes (dungeon master, offscreen): "hes got the baby oil again."

tim: "oh no" (laughter)

neil (starting to rub tims back): "ease the tension darling"

end video description.]

#im fine im just going politely insane about them #bloodweave #bg3 #astarion x gale #gale x astarion #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #cringe is DEAD i will post about my fantasy setting yaoi #yes i filmed this with my phone from my tablet bc i had to share it w the friend on messager and i was NOT about to figure out how to do #screen recordings. sorry

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green-alien-turdz · 2 months

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its my bday.. could u draw damien??

i rly loved ur art style & how u drew him last time!! pretty pleasee 🙏🙏

It must be a cold fuckin day in hell for this to happen

#asks #damien thorn #south park #sp fanart #my art #I have no internet so i had to take a photo of my computer #go to the fuckin library n post this bitch from my phone #Requests are still closed I was just tryna be nice n do this but FUCK me was the universe against it

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 7 months

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oh you know. just blokey hair caresses.

#when i first saw this i literally said ‘EXCUSE ME??’ out loud #don’t even speak to me about the way alex’s head tilts back so helplessly and in evident pleasure when miles tugs on his hair #the way he clearly loses himself just for a second #just #don’t even speak to me about it #this is absolute insanity even for them #it feels closer to foreplay than singing ffs #also does anyone know which show this was from??#i’ve had the clip saved in my phone forever but i have no record of where i found it 🤦🏻‍♀️#milex #alex turner #miles kane #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #my gifs #lulu posts

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mlobsters · 7 months

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gillian anderson us weekly 2001 (x)

#gillian anderson #I've had these pictures for ages on my phone(s) and i just stare at them periodically but I'd like to paint one someday #i struggled to find information on the shoot they came from and the gallery linked was the most detail i found #another post i found said they were related to promo for the house of mirth #love #wipideas

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doodlebug-aboo · 7 months

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“i have to be strong”

#ace attorney #maya fey #ace attorney trials and tribulations #aa3 spoilers #just in case #doodlebug #yeah i got some THOUGHTS ABOUT MAYA after 3-5 #i think she deserves a moment to breakdown about everything #so i had to draw her doing just that #i understand her ‘i have to be strong’ speech but my girl deserves a chance to cry and shake about it #she’s put through so much in the first trilogy (all i’ve played so far)#she deserves a chance to cry and then get a nice hug and a hot chocolate #but i digress #(dear lord please don’t mess with the quality too much i have to post this from my phone)

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mattodore · 3 months

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can y’all watch mattodore for me while i go smoke

#(by smoke i mean i finally went through the screenshots so i’m gonna go edit)#(…i took a nap jdvdnfbf)#river dipping #echthroi #ts4 #ts4 edit #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #if you saw that post i made last morning that’s where these come from #matthias’s little robe lmaoooo #phone in hand with a text just sent you knowww he was telling imani sorry he’s late to brunch again he had to take care of theo’s needs #…also yeah i did just edit these screenshots a bit just to make this post 🚶#i think i wanna make sure most of the stuff i post is edited now just bc i like looking back at even the throw-away posts #i’m just. constantly going through my own ocs tags 🤷 i love those little guys what can i say

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dangoulains-devotion · 3 months

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#arknights #arknights asbestos #asbestos #my art #<- i am moonlight elegy on twt #i had to fight for my fucking life against this drawing the entire time from the first sketch til the end #and then i post it and the pink background i see on my monitor shows up as red on my phone's screen #nail in the coffin moment im sick of this take it. TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME

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tokruta · 7 months

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I can’t explain why, but this is my favorite hilson edit ever and I can/will watch it on loop for an uncountable amount of times

#hilson #house md #gregory house #james wilson #im very bummed about my laptop dying on me and possibly having to replace the motherboard #or put money aside to buy a new one in…who knows how long 🙃#so i was looking through my tiktok playlists since i can’t do my usual late night genealogy #and i saw my house folder and got hit with a burst of nostalgia #i had already saved this edit to my phone bc i loved it so much and would be devastated if it was deleted #idk maybe it’s the lake scene in the middle that pushes the brain buttons just right #but the whole vibe i get from it is immaculate and i wanted to share in an attempt to cheer myself up lol #maybe i’ll make a mega post of my fave fics too bc why not #it’s not like i can do my genealogy work 😞#hasan't #personal #video #not my video #tiktok #not my tiktok

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Hey, what's your fave Gabe fanart you've encountered?

Also I am very sorry about your inbox and the incident with the gnome piss anon

- kneeboiler anon

I CANT PICK JUST 1

FAN ART BLAST

https://www.tumblr.com/floating-goblin-art/709166360142495745/stgeorgepng

https://www.tumblr.com/phantom-nisnow/741235083170742272/la-danse-macabre

https://www.tumblr.com/milkymolle/740989211045478400/ecstasy

https://www.tumblr.com/hrokkall/728480077455785984/death-spiral

https://www.tumblr.com/themachine/710891941071667200/heaven-is-a-place-where-nothing-ever-happens

https://lutik327.tumblr.com/post/715977424211427328/blood-palace

https://www.tumblr.com/meiuya/713341420451381248

https://www.tumblr.com/celerys0da/731227260594651136/posting-some-old-art-rn-while-im-working-on-my

https://www.tumblr.com/spaccadt/727733278955765760/autism-creatures-comeback-as-an-allergic-person-i

https://www.tumblr.com/that--unusual-person/726328632488951808/for-2lim3rz-thank-you-for-your-services

https://www.tumblr.com/muzzleroars/725847053766377472/ecstasy-of-the-profane-form

https://www.tumblr.com/cultofthorns/723233440180371456/reversed-viscera-and-wrong-parts

https://www.tumblr.com/fmab/725428933070307328/catharsis

https://www.tumblr.com/plaguedpriest/724394015100960768/would-u-donate-ur-blood-to-them

https://www.tumblr.com/floating-goblin-art/719037383452000256/salvation

https://www.tumblr.com/dofaminos/698821974005284864/actually-my-first-full-ultrakill-fanart?source=share

https://gregemann.tumblr.com/post/674241085223190528/gift-art-for-a-very-dear-friend-3

https://hanteeyo.tumblr.com/post/648721438657921024/gabwiel

https://hanteeyo.tumblr.com/post/668242216019460096/oops-im-an-idiot-and-deleted-the-og-post-lmfao

https://dragonroilz.tumblr.com/post/720071429697175552/happy-pride

https://www.tumblr.com/dragonroilz/710445912452890624

https://decamarks.tumblr.com/post/706832090604388352/i-could-only-lay-in-reverence-carried-in-the

https://viktormaru.tumblr.com/post/706016225317306368/ive-been-doing-daily-doodles-despite-not-sharing

https://crowcryptid.tumblr.com/post/704105237758246912/silvr-i-wanna-fight-you-like-an-animal-i-wanna

https://leafy-yezi.tumblr.com/post/704965002647437312/wanted-to-draw-this-since-the-2nd-gabriel-fight

https://cultofthorns.tumblr.com/post/695321751590256640/v1gabe-things

https://zolovana.tumblr.com/post/707520516946296832/im-very-normal-about-this-game

https://hmmbo.tumblr.com/post/728765440729497600/i-cant-think-of-a-good-caption-just-know-i-spend

https://www.tumblr.com/ghxstshxrk/712175242784784384/aesthetics-of-hate-commission-for-silvervictory

https://volatilemask.tumblr.com/post/696570620260040704/ive-never-had-a-fight-like-this-before

https://volatilemask.tumblr.com/post/697662709195505665/layer-6-heresy

https://www.tumblr.com/oka-ja/700623082067558400?source=share

#im sorry if this post makes anyones pc/phone blow up #anyway #the named anons are back I’m scared #someone already sent one that I will Not be answering #ask #asks #non voice post #sorry if i included any duplicates by accident #there was actually 1 specific pic that i couldnt find and im devastated #i will describe it to see if anyone has it but the issue is that. theres a lot of art like it #its from v1s pov putting a gun against his head and hes all covered in blood n blushing u know how it be #i thought i had reblogged it on my main but apparently i didnt?????????#thats where i grabbed all these from. my mains archive #i only grabbed stuff from tumblr for convenience cause twitter fuckin sucks for trying to search through your own retweets #you have to manually scroll. i aint doing that.

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