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transvampireboyfriend · 8 months
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thinking of Eddie going completely incoherent whenever Steve casually changes his shirt in front of him.
they're hanging out in the Harrington house and they realize they need stuff to cook dinner so Eddie trails after Steve just talking his ear off as Steve gets ready and he's mid-sentence when Steve changes his shirt and he just sort of short-circuits from where he's sitting on Steve's bed. it's like one second there's no chest hair and the next there's so much of it and Eddie just-
"yeah we need the burger buns for sure. also remind me to get a- this um, the where uh, not um want, no, and he uh, he didn't tell me what it was"
Steve gives him a puzzled look "wh- who? what?"
Eddie blinks, looking lost "I uh- I think I forgot what i was saying"
and Steve just goes "oh. ok :)" and starts discussing other stuff about their shopping list, completely oblivious. no matter how many times it has happened already.
later, after they get together, Eddie will just straight up stop talking and if possible he'll lean his chin on his hand and just happily watch Steve be shirtless for a bit.
he'll say stuff like "you have great tits. you should be allowed to do whatever you want"
and Steve will preen a little and say "I agree." before giving Eddie a small kiss that Eddie accepts like it's the most precious gift <3
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aemiron-main · 7 days
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me, watching people post the edward stuff to twitter literally copy pasted from my posts & act like they came up with all of it like
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ehlnofay · 8 months
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I've been having fun dipping into martin's perspective lately... it's helping me flesh out my interpretation of him and he never fails to be suffering tremendously in a way that is excellent to write
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quixoticrobotic · 9 months
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i love you joanna i love you erin i love you nimue i love you eliza i love you mirror!margaret i love you at4w girl characters
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samarecharm · 1 year
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we are brothers in arms because i have a pegoryu slowburn friends to lovers joker palace au thats been stewing in my brain for the past 6 months and i haven't done anything with it. akira is a fucked up lil jester who never stops smiling and ryuji stumbles into his palace completely by accident. ryujis leg gets caught in a bear trap at some point. they kiss in the end. this has nothing to do with your actual post i just like infodumping about this
This is literally fucking us
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moonfireshadow · 1 year
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Anyways I have a fic idea I want to spit ball to someone but none of my friends ever read Death Note or Interview with the Vampire or Dracula Daily so I need someone else who is in this niche to the proverbial rubber duck on my desk that will listen to me rant (any maybe proof read if they'd like!) Lmk if anyone is interested!
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rosielav · 1 year
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*opens tumblr*
Oh boy, 38 notes! I wonder if any of my text posts got some attention! :D
*two people accidentally clicked my blog and rbd and liked everything, based on the amounts*
Ah. Ah I see. I'll take it haha I'm glad people are enjoying the choice posts today :) I have good* taste
*good isn't the word but just taste sounds pretentious. You know how peoe say this is the post of all time, yea, it's like that. I have taste but a word is missing in front of it. I don't know that word. But it's there.
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mothric · 2 years
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having listened to the full ASC playlist and watched two episodes, I can conclude with 99% certainty that Allen Stone was one of the only good things about it and I shouldn't have bothered.
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All it takes is 1 Google search to see how a character's name is spelled. 🥲 please. I'm begging yall to say AND spell characters names correctly.
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ot3 · 8 months
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can i please hear your thoughts about franema. blease. i know they have something going on between them
oh yes yes.... franema happy to talk about it. for starters just everything about how ema behaves herself in aa4 makes me believe that would be some excellent yuri because bitch4bitch femslash is always so important.
in general though i think they're two people whose lives are very centered around their work (as much of the main ace attorney cast is) but they center their work extremely differently in a way i think would cause the other person to question a lot about their own perspective. I think a situation where two characters can really ruffle each others feathers just by existing in proximity has a lot of good ship fodder.
i think in many ways franziska is what ema wanted to be. she's a child prodigy, competent and excelling in her field and earning respect from a very young age. meanwhile when she's several years older than fran was passing the bar ema is still just a high school student just dipping her nose into forensic science for the first time. by the time she's in her mid 20s ema still isn't at the level of career success fran reached in her teen years, being stuck as a detective after failures to pass the forensics exams. and i think it's really worth paying attention to the fact that Detective was specifically the job that lead to her sister's life turning to shit, so i think the longer and longer she stays trapped in that position the more she's gonna start feeling like the walls of her life are closing in on her. i know we don't know where fran is at career wise during this point in the timeline but my personal headcanon is that she ends up doing a lot of work with interprol and primarily specializing in prosecuting cases that take place across various countries' jurisdictions, and has had good success doing so.
Then on the flipside I think Fran see's ema's fully self-motivated passion for forensics as something enviable and admirable. Fran is i think someone who has spent her entire life running through a treadmill of carrots and sticks that dictated what her life was going to be like since she was born. Obviously prosecuting is the family trade and she was started extremely young, then pitted against someone much older for the majority of her childhood. I think the ebb and flow of validation or disinterest from her peers and family was such an overwhelming motivator that she never had the chance to even consider whether or not there's anything she's passionate about. As an adult, i think she does come to find an honest passion in her career but it's nothing like what ema has, it can't be decoupled from external validation, and that's something she's come to understand as a bit of a weakness.
Then interpersonally i feel like since ema is much more personable and socially adjusted than fran, i could feel that being something she instinctively kind of leverages against fran to try and level their playing field. like, okay, franziska may be this bigshot famous prosecutor (just like edgeworth, who ema wants sooo bad to impress) but ema can find ways to embarrass, frustrate, or otherwise fluster her in social settings so that's totally the same as being intellectual equals right. right. right. (<- thoughts of a girl who is definitely being normal about the situation). but i feel like fran could kind of learn to be grateful for the lack of deference ema treats her with and it could be a real first step to them actually getting to know each other better.
i feel like they'd have a lot of similar opinions on the broader aspects of life. i think they'd both be fine with a more casual relationship that involves a lot of traveling for work and isn't particularly romantic by a lot of people's standards. and i think it would be fun for them to fuck each other. overall it just works imo. thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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It was only supposed to be a One night stand (Part 3)
Tw: sexual content, mentions of suicide
shorter chapter todays guys, blease vote the poll down there
Part 4
You woke up to the sound of rattling and the cold sensation on your head. You groaned, cracking your eyes open to see that a sack, made up of a towel and a bunch of ice cubes is resting atop your head. The man is holding it in place.
You and he are still completely naked, only covered by a blanket. You wonder if he prepared this in the nude.
You turned your back against him and pushed the pack of ice away. You felt the bed dip as he shifted his position, he puts it somewhere else and intertwined his legs with yours while he engulfed you in his arms.
He kissed the base of your neck and nuzzled his nose affectionately on your back.
You forced yourself up and pried his arms off you, wanting to use the bathroom. He lets out a tiny whine, weakly grabbing at you as you fend off his fingers. The man frowned when you freed yourself to leave the room.
This time, you locked the door. So you could have an uninterrupted shower and a good look at yourself in the mirror. You definitely look a lot better than before, slowly healing from this illness but the bite marks and hickeys are... excessive.
Slick and cum drip down from between your legs. You estimated that he unloaded at least a dozen times to get to this amount. Luckily for you, you can't get pregnant. You made sure of that.
It took you an hour to clean yourself up and change yourself into a fresh set of clothes. You had to take a deep breath before leaving the room to face him again.
You opened the door to see that he's not there. Good.
You return to your bedroom to see that the blanket has been displaced and his clothes are missing.
So you head to the living room, to see that the glass shards from the broken window has been swept away, and the gaping hole in the wall has been temporarily covered up by a paint stained, blue tarp. No doubt from his car.
There he was, in the kitchen with the microwave on; Fully clothed. You saw a couple of plastic bags and a receipt on the counter, you quickly deduced that he ordered food delivery. You wonder what he got for you this time.
He turned around and walked to you. Pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead. He cupped your cheeks and inspected your face, once he deems that you're okay, he kisses you on the lips.
The moment was interrupted when the microwave beeps. He lets you go, the man went up to the appliance to remove two plastic tubs of what you think is chicken egg soup. No doubt, from his usual place- it is going to be greasy.
"I get this when I'm sick." He spoke, carefully carrying them to the dining table. Once he set them down, he flicked his hands. The heat probably burnt his fingerprints on as steam wafted through the air.
He pulled your chair out for you and you took that as an invitation to sit. Like the gentleman he is, he gently pushes you nearer to the table.
He sat opposite of you, scooping his own soup into his mouth.
Again, silence. There really isn't anything to talk about, you're not interested in knowing more about him and you're not going to reveal any information that-
"Montgomery." You brought your head up to look at him. "My name is Montgomery." He clarified.
Well, about damn time. You grunted in acknowledgment and continued eating your soup, trying to dodge the oil blobs floating on it.
There were a couple beats of quietness before he spoke again. "I'm from the south." You hummed in response, that explains his accent. He obviously is seeking to make conversation with you, but you don't feel like talking to him.
"I came to the city, trying to make it big." You let him continue.
"My old man wanted me to stay on the farm... and my momma said I wouldn't amount to anything much in the city. I guess she's right." He raked his hair with his fingers.
You ignored him. Prompting Montgomery to open up even more.
"The people in the city aren't like the people in the south. They're..." He paused, trying to find the right words. "Different. I just couldn't get along and I felt lonely. So, so lonely."
He looked at you eating spoonfuls of your soup.
"I couldn't go back, I was ashamed of myself. I should have listened to my ma and pa." His voice wavers. "I was a failure and a crappy son for abandoning the farm, my brothers and sisters. I couldn't come back empty handed. So I..."
He gulped and looked into your eyes nervously. "I tried to... leave. I was a coward and an idiot that night. No one cared, and they would have been happier with an insect like me dead anyways."
Then, he smiled. Scooting his seat closer to yours. "But I don't regret it. Because my angel appeared right before me. You gave me a meaning to my life." He playfully pinched your cheek, making you grunt in irritation before swatting his hand away.
He kissed your head in retaliation, restraining your wrist temporarily so you won't push him away. Firing rapid kisses trailing from your jaw down to your collarbones. Only letting you go when you started thrashing. He frowned and backed away, feeling a twinge of hurt that you didn't want his love at the moment.
After that, he returned to his original position and continued eating his soup.
"I'm visiting home this winter." He uttered. "I want you to come with."
Immediately, you declined. Straight up handed him a firm "no".
"I promise, the country isn't as bad as you city dwellers think it is." He bargained. "Ma makes the best pecan pie and-"
You cut him off, saying that you can't take time off work. Also, you only knew his name a mere five minutes ago, he shouldn't bring a stranger to meet his family.
"But you're not a stranger..." He mumbled. "You're my saving grace." Montgomery continued, louder this time. "You're my lover, my light, my first." A dust of pink appeared on his face, he tried concealing it with his hair.
His first? You enquired him about it.
"I... um. You're my first kiss, my first love. I never touched anyone like how I touched you." He coughed into his hand. "I was a virgin before I met you." He slouches, seemingly trying to make himself smaller due to embarrassment.
Definitely a sheltered countryman.
He looked at you with his brown, pleading eyes. "Please? It would mean so much to me, I want everyone to meet my baby. I want them to meet the love of my life." He moved closer, resting his hands on your thighs. "Please? You're all that I have going on. Everyone will love you and I promise you'll have a good time there."
You stared at him, not caring if your soup had gone cold.
"I'll talk to your boss if it helps. Come with me, please?" He begged, slightly squeezing your thighs with his fingers.
You shifted your gaze elsewhere, trying to avoid the kicked puppy expression on his face that you find increasingly handsome each time you see it.
"Look at me, baby." He whispered, turning your head towards him by your chin. "Please? I love you. I'll do anything for you to come home with me." His other hand now slid under your shirt, caressing your bare skin.
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cyberdragoninfinity · 4 months
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if youre doing the ask game
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unpopular opinion for seto motherfucking kaiba? mayhaps? blease?
ok so. i wrote. like four fucking paragraphs answering this, talking about how i feel about kaiba, and then. when i went. to fucking add tags. tumblr fucked up and deleted my whole post <333 super cool website very fun to use <33333
anyway im not rewriting all of that so here's the tl;dr: i like kaiba, he's iconic for a reason, but my 🔥🔥🔥est kaiba take is just that honestly i dont think he's nearly as deep a character as people want him to be, and that's not a bad thing. He fulfills the role he has in DM's narrative fantastically well, and he has his veins of things that could be interesting to discuss, but after 25 years it feels like it's just nonstop hitting bedrock when it comes to kaiba 'analysis.' I feel like i see the same 3-4 kaiba meta posts every other week (and i do sometimes wish that level of love and dedication to character analysis got extended to. any other yugioh character. i feel similarly about atem too tbh dfghd)
like with kaiba, it feels like a massive chunk of his implied depth is things fans have willed into existence through the sheer power of I Want it To Be That Deep. and i dont even think there's anything wrong with that, it just doesn't interest me very much. i like my kaiba discussion where the elephant of "this character is in many ways defined by stagnant growth and if this is left unchecked it's going to get really fucking bad" is Very in the room. kaiba is at his best to me when he's doing digital duel links necromancy, when his interpersonal relationships beyond mokuba are under the microscope and revealed to be, uh, hanging by a thread or two!
also, just, with not being terribly interested in it all, at this point now five yugiohs in and fully out in the spinoff reeds, i gotta say, every other yugioh rival is a more engaging character to me on a narrative and symbolic level than i have ever personally found kaiba. i honestly think a lot of them are also, by their series' end, far kinder people than seto kaiba is. 🤷‍♀️ maybe in another world another life kaiba could have dueled a robotic embodiment of all his negative traits and been humbled to some degree by that. what a world to think of
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clowndotgay · 7 months
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can we have claydolls au info blease
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absolutely! so, one of the more important diverges in the (recent) timeline of claydolls is that four years after the wave of manager hires is complete (the 1.3 gang), there's another wave of hires that are outsourced. a couple of them people that follow me may have already seen before (namely Alarmist and Pack Rat), but some of them are new specifically for this AU, like these two jerks!
i made both of their models today by cobbling together existing meshes and textures like i was building a lego set.
the Observationalist is a new hire that focuses on security & privacy - specifically the breaching of those. he's been overseeing a program that has the end goal of ensuring all employees of C.O.G.S. Inc are closely monitored at all working hours. he's got a very sunny disposition despite the type of work that he does!
Thinktank has been on board with C.O.G.S. Inc notably longer than rest of the new hires. she's been hired for a decade, but worked remotely from Suitopia. however, edith & her subordinates recently made the move over to be closer to their employers. rumor has it she's got a kid, but doesn't like talking about him.
the influx of new faces has the Resistance on edge - but it hasn't been easy for the previous hires to get used to it, either. they already had more than enough interpersonal drama as it is!
(the next claydolls post i do will have canon mgr info. promise. maybe)
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peony-pearl · 2 years
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Tell me about your atla oc... blease... I want to know about more of them
if you’ve already told me and you want to talk about them more then go to town!!!! reblog this or send an ask, whichever works best for you, I just want to know if there’s an atla oc community and if not then I want to help cultivate a good one!
Whether you’ve just made your oc or you haven’t thought about them in a long time or somewhere in between, I’d love to hear about them!!
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icannotgetoverbirds · 3 months
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blease read this quote from this book about a pair of lesbian cockatoos
under a cut because it's kinda long
Some birds bond only with other birds, some only with humans, and some with both. Sammy had shown interest in other birds at Earth Angel, and had even spent time in her enclosure with a few favorites, but she hadn't found a mate. I was beginning to think she would never bond with anyone but me. It made me sad.
I think finally being in a fulfilling marriage myself made me realize how much Sammy was missing. There are plenty of unhappy marriages in the world - as a psychologist I see more than most people do - and a bad marriage can tear two people down. A good marriage is different. It can make us stronger; the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Still, humans can survive happily with no permanent partner. It's in a parrot's nature to want a mate.
Then Sammy met Little Girl and everything changed.
Little Girl was a Moluccan cockatoo, and with her pink-tinged feathers and bright crest, she looked a lot like Sammy. Unlike Sammy, she still had most of her feathers. She had spent years in a garage, usually with the door down. In that unventilated space, most of Little Girl's days were dark and stifling. She didn't have people or birds to interact with.
Her owner came out to the garage occasionally to give Little Girl food or clean her cage, but most of the time she sat alone. She didn't even have a window to watch the outside world. She was truly in solitary confinement.
The neighbors heard Little Girl's cries, and they called the police. The police visited, but there was little they could do. There aren't laws protecting lonely parrots. The most they could do was cite the owner for the noise, and they didn't even do that.
The neighbors kept complaining, though, trying to get something done for the bird. Eventually, the owner called us. She was tired of dealing with the neighbors.
When we came to pick up Little Girl, the owner wasn't there to say goodbye. She said she was busy and left her son to open the garage for us. She'd said on the phone before we arranged the pickup: "If she wasn't so noisy I wouldn't have put her in there."
We took Little Girl out of the garage and drove her to our veterinarian. Once he cleared her for Serenity Park, it was time to find her a perch.
We decided to place Little Girl with Sammy. Sammy was never aggressive with Mango; she just wasn't crazy about him. Maybe a different bird would work. Sammy hadn't been interested in any males, so maybe it was time to test her with a female. I've observed several parrots through the years who, like some humans, prefer their own gender. Somehow, Matt and I both felt it was a good match.
We introduced the two birds slowly. First, we let them see each other for a while. Then, when they seemed comfortable, we put them on opposite ends of the enclosure. We let the birds take their time approaching one another. For Sammy and Little Girl, comfort seemed to come right away. Once we introduced them, they didn't have time for any of the other birds. The two groomed each other. They shared a perch. They seemed to talk together in a language that was their own. They were physically affectionate. Little Girl had suffered for a long time, but she was no longer alone.
Sammy was enthralled by Little Girl. She still got excited when I came to visit, and she still let me cuddle her, but she'd soon move back to Little Girl's side. Sammy had been the first bird I'd been close to and I missed our special interactions, but I was thrilled for both of them.
We had both found our mates. Everything was as it should be.
-- Lorin Lindner, Birds of a Feather, pages 204-206
@fishandchips321 us
anyways brb i gotta go cry about these lesbian birds
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toy-pigeon · 5 months
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i made these doodles for the amputee au like a month ago and i dont like them very much
im also posting this as a request to PLEASE talk to me about this au i want to talk with people about it!!! even if you dont know me / havent talked to me before ,,, Blease,,, im so constantly thinking abt it
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