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swish swish ❄️
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Dear tumblr newbies of #196:
#196#memes#im sure someone has already done something like this before#but here#a little orientation meme
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#pokemon#my art#submas#pokemon black and white#pokemon legends za#legends za#not sure if anyone has done this yet#but here
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I've been thinking about Kim and Harry in their mid twenties again. Sighs
#i posted those wips and then it took me like a fuckin week to get em done#but here#also in this au harrys still a teacher but kim's doing his time in processing#bc he mentions that he spent some time working processing and i think abt it a lot#anyways#he gets a haircut when he finally moves out of processing and into juvenile#also you can pry Kim with Acne out of my sweaty fucking gorilla paws#disco elysium#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#harrykim#kimharry#disco elysium art
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Remember when I mentioned a separated au well I got the concept it’s twin time except they don’t know their twins they are just Very Best Friends and definitely NOT brothers
#rottmnt#disaster twins#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt seperated au#I have no name for. it#but here#I’ll do mike n raph. later#these fits may not be final yet btw#idk yet#this au is on the bottom of my list of aus to do rn#prodigy au
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#Kylo Ren#Ben Solo#allthestuffimade#The Force Awakens#Star Wars#swedit#starwarsblr#starwarsedit#swsource#trying to make my gifs look higher quality#i'm not sure i'm succeeding here lmao#but here#have a pretty kylo anyway
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You know why I love the idea of jegulus? It’s cause they choose each other. They don’t make sense and by all means they should never have crossed paths or even had a civil conversation but somehow they do (also shh, we’re ignoring canon) And they keep choosing each other despite all odds. They have the type of love where they fight for it - they never give up on each other. It’s the type of love that creeps up on them and both of them have an oh moment where they realise that this - this is love, always making a choice to love each other no matter what happens
#it’s 3am guys#idt im making much sense#but here#haven’t posted in a bit so#regulus black#marauders era#jegulus#marauders era funny#marauders era textpost#harry potter#marauders#james potter#starchaser#sunseeker
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Major ORV spoilers!!
obsessed with how haunted every inch of orv feels, how its entire narrative, every sentence, every inch of dialogue is haunted by kim dokja
because like when you take a step back and look at it, orv never had kim dokja in it at all
the entirety of orv is created and written by all of kimcom, except kim dokja to find and save kim dokja
they had to take their memories of him, the constellation's memories, (probably past live streams let's be honest) They had to use what they knew and fill in the blanks whatever fit best
and kim dokja was definitely there. their memories of him weren't wrong, I'm not saying orv is a lie, but no matter how accurate their interpretation of kim dokja was, he still was never there, in the story, he never helped them write it, he was gone, and this book is their gravestone of him
This time, if he's able to come back, all he'll need to do is knock on the coffin that they've laid next to it, that they don't have the courage-- and probably never will-- to bury
and when you re-read orv with that fact in your head, it kinda fucks you up?
you're in his head, but you're separated by more than just a single wall this time, The fourth wall that comes with all books is almost enhanced by barrier after barrier (kim dokja's own fourth wall, his unreliable narration etc. etc.)
and kim dokja was never really there-- not yet at least, and you're left with the ghost of him, haunting every interaction, every unlucky smile, every single happy moment, and you can feel everyone's pain bleeding through the paper, begging you to read this and love him and love yourself
kimcom is haunted by kim dokja, the book itself is haunted by Kim Dokja, even the reader, after they finish, might be haunted by him
and I just want to make it clear I'm not saying all of the things in the book are false! they are kim dokja, just 99% of him
the other 1% is what the fragment of him determines in their head
but you get my point, that it's that single one percent that kimcom can never achieve on their own that fuels the book, that single one percent that haunts them, like a carrot on a stick they'll never reach
#i have genuinely no clue if what I'm saying makes sense#but here#take it#orv epilogue spoilers#omniscient reader spoilers#orv spoilers#orv kim dokja#orv#kdj#omniscient reader's viewpoint#omniscient readers viewpoint#omniscent reader's viewpoint#omniscient reader novel#kim dokja#orv kdj#kimcom
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i could write a whole essay about why i think roman roy is gay but the scene that really convinced me was when logan said "i never figured you for a faggot" and roman feigned surprise while looking genuinely hurt and uncomfortable. it was truly so sinister because actually, yes, logan did figure him for one, and the idea that anyone wouldn't clock roman as gay is the joke. kieran culkin played that scene so well. it obviously wasn't the first time roman had been called a faggot but consider how he reacts when he's insulted in other ways. roman, you're a moron. you're not a real person. someday you're gonna have to fuck something. he gets his feelings hurt and then he lashes out. it's always fuck you, fuck off, leave me the fuck alone. but the word "faggot" hit him in an entirely different way. the way he went "oh. wow." and faked a little laugh... you just know that word had been used against him so many times before. that he spent his childhood and adolescence hearing it. that it hurt his feelings, but it didn't surprise him, not really. it was like logan was getting dangerously close to nailing down what's "wrong" with roman. i never figured you for a faggot, but actually i did, because you are small and weak and passive and effeminate. i never figured you for a faggot (but you are, aren't you?)
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another reminder
sequel to this
#guys this is really just for me#but here#data#data soong#data star trek#spot star trek#spot the cat#animation#video#uh yea#sure#art#bumbleboyart#tng#star trek fanart#data and spot tag
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What if Halsin tries his hand at drawing, but feels unsatisfied about it and it never goes his way and it never turns out quite the way he wants to, despite drawing being faster and, in theory, easier? What if he needs his creation to be physical and not just a picture on a paper/canvas? What if whittling is his way to go because he can both see and feel how it takes shape of what he's trying to do?
So because Halsin doesn't need to sleep for as long as others in the camp, so doesn't Astarion (and technically, he doesn't even sleep, it's a trance-like state, and it's enough for him). Halsin whittles during the nights & Astarion watches him. The closer they become, the more at ease Astarion feels about Halsin and about teasing him. He sees that Halsin's project is big and it vaguely reminds Astarion of a person's face.
He asks if Halsin maybe has someone, but Halsin says, "No."
He asks, "Who's this, then?"
Halsin looks at Astarion with a warm smile and says, "Someone I like."
Astarion thinks that maybe it's one of those weird druid things, enjoying the gifts of nature and all. Maybe it's an ex lover that Halsin is extra fond of. Astarion doesn't prey.
It's only after a while, until Halsin finishes his project and comes to show Astarion the bust he's been working on, that Astarion learns what it is.
"I'd like to show you something," Halsin says. He guides Astarion to his tent and shows him the finished bust. "Do you like it?"
It's very well done, but Astarion is confused on why would the druid care what he thinks. "It's nice," Astarion says. After all, he saw Halsin carving it away, how much time and effort it took, and he doesn't want to be a jerk about it. At least, he doesn't have to be one. "I think that whoever you did this for is going to like it."
"You can have it, if you'd like."
Astarion is confused—why would he have this sculpture of a person he doesn't even know? A possible ex lover that Astarion has never met in his life? The druid is being ridiculous. "Not to be mean, darling, but why would I want that? I don't even know him."
That's where Halsin smiles, and there's so much love in his eyes. "I know you can't see yourself in the mirrors. I know you don't remember how you look, so I made this for you. It's fine if you don't want this, but you're welcome to have it if you'd like."
'Someone I like,' flashes in Astarion's head.
That's where he finally connects the dots.
#halstarion#halsin x astarion#astarion x halsin#astarion#halsin#bg3#baldur's gate 3#natiswriting#i think i'm going to actually write this in my new fic in a different way#but here#have a draft/quickie#no edited no proofread no nothing#simply having fun#not exactly a hc but one of the ways to have this
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Steve isn't sure how he got himself into this situation.
It might have something to do with the offhanded joke he'd made, saying that Eddie would dress him up like his own personal Barbie if Steve allowed him to. Next thing he knew, Eddie was grinning at him with a gleam in his eye that screamed mischief.
So here Steve was, smiling in amusement while being dragged into a clothing store he'd never shop at by a very excited Eddie. He listens to Eddie babble away, not understanding half of what he's talking about but simply enjoying the absolute light that is Eddie Munson. He browses the store with keen eyes, darting to and fro, pulling things from racks with careless abandon, adding and adding to the growing pile of clothes in Steve's arms. Eddie's ploughing through the wares, and all Steve can do is smile apologetically at the dumbfounded cashier.
After he's finished ravaging the store, Eddie turns to Steve, eyes bright, a grin on his face, bouncing on his toes. He steers Steve to the lone changeroom hidden at the back of the store. Borderline wiggling, Eddie pushes Steve inside. With a smile and a wiggle of his fingers, Steve closes the door, rolling his eyes affectionately. His boyfriend really is like an overexcited puppy at times.
Steve tries on too many clothes to count. It feels like Eddie has grabbed the entire store's worth. Almost every time Steve comes out in a collection of clothes, Eddie asks him to try a different combination. There's a pair of blue denim jeans so dark they almost look black, which sit tight around Steve's thighs and ass (which Eddie smacks playfully as Steve walks back into the changeroom). In the pile of t-shirts, Eddie had managed to find one, black and plain, except for a scattering of bats in the centre. Steve gives him a dry, unamused look when he swings the door open, trying hard not to break at Eddie's proud face.
When Steve tries on the finished outfit, dark jeans, the bat shirt, and a pair of black boots, Eddie flushes, eyes wide. Steve shifts under the weight of his stare, slightly out of his element. He says Eddie's name just as the man ducks his head around the door and kisses Steve hard. Eddie pulls back, eyes dark as they slide up and down Steve's body, leaning in to whisper a promise in his ear. Steve's sure he's positively red as Eddie leans back with a smirk and closes the door.
Steve buys the outfit, including the boots that Eddie all but begs him to get. He caves because how could Steve deny his pretty boyfriend who promised such sweet, dirty things.
So Steve isn't sure how he got himself into this situation. But he's damn happy he did when later that night, Eddie fulfils his promise.
#idk where this came from#it really ran away from me#but here#have#take it#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#steveddie#steddie shopping#steve in eddies style#eddie dresses steve#souls writing
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"Every game is rigged. It's a waste of time unless you cheat."
Leverage S04E06 The Carnival Job.
#leverage#eliot spencer#molly connell#christian kane#lea zawada#oh eliot my secretly soft-centred man#all hard and tough and scary right up to when a kid is involved#and well this is the carnival job#we all know the lengths he was willing to go for her#but here#here he just got sassed#you left yourself wide open for that one buddy#i loved molly#she should come back in redemption somehow#ghostly'sgifs
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“Rise and shine, P’Kim!”
Kim reluctantly opened his eyes to a kind face smiling down at him, looking much too bright and chipper for the early hour.
“It is six o’clock in the morning. I’ve just finished breakfast—fried eggs and rice, with coffee. Cream, no sugar, and cinnamon syrup. You have a radio appearance in two hours, at eight o’clock, which leaves approximately forty-five minutes for you to get ready.”
“Thank you, Chay,” Kim groaned, rolling over and tugging the blanket over his head. The android had pulled open the curtains, and it was late enough into spring that the sunlight streamed in unmercifully. “Now go away.”
“Yes, P’Kim,” came the responding chirp, followed by Chay’s gentle footsteps as he vacated the room.
After another ten minutes the android returned, brandishing a cup of coffee, refusing to leave until Kim sat up in bed and accepted it. He sullenly sipped it, sighing at the taste. If there was one benefit to having Chay around—there were many, but Kim wasn’t feeling very charitable just yet—it was his consistency. He made Kim’s coffee perfect every single time.
Chay stood beside the bed, his hands clasped in front of himself, watching Kim in that eerie way of his. Kim still wasn’t used to it yet. It unnerved him, Chay’s constant attention, although it shouldn’t; Kim was used to far worse in his line of work. At least Chay never leered. His expression was always soft and friendly, warm no matter what, regardless of Kim’s own attitude.
Maybe that was it. Chay never reacted to him. Not even when Kim tried to shake that unflappable kindness with pointless commands or snappy comments.
“You have thirty minutes before you have to leave, P’Kim.”
He sighed.
“You know, before you, I could sleep in a lot more.” Especially when it came to radio shows, where Kim didn’t have to worry about a stylist or makeup. He could stay in bed until the very last minute, throw on a simple outfit, and arrive with minutes to spare. He rarely took the time for breakfast, helping himself to whatever snacks were provided by whatever event he was attending if he got hungry.
Chay only smiled.
“You would sleep more if you went to bed earlier, P’Kim,” Chay sweetly responded. Kim glared up at the android from behind his hair, falling soft and unstyled across his eyes. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
“I’m coming.”
Forced out of the comfort of his bed, Kim followed Chay into the kitchen, where the android finished cleaning up the mess from breakfast while Kim ate said breakfast. He laughed a little bit at the smiley face drizzled onto his egg.
“Is it to your satisfaction?”
“Yes,” Kim said, making Chay beam at him. Another odd little quirk of his; Chay was always so expressive. Every little thing seemed to fill him with pleasure. He would smile and laugh and wiggle, would bounce in place when he was excited, or flutter his hands through the air while he talked. More animated than Kim in many ways. Kim wondered if it was normal. More than once, he’d been tempted to find someone to ask, but one thing always stopped him: he didn’t want anyone else to know.
Androids were not… uncommon. They were exclusive, though. Personal ownership was difficult to obtain; Kim had gone through great lengths to acquire Chay from a private collector, even more so to conceal his identity while he did.
Companion androids like Chay were by far the most commonly available to the average consumer. While they were expensive to purchase, they were much cheaper to rent from any number of… establishments throughout the city.
Androids were hardy, relatively cheap to maintain—regular living expenses could be avoided—and easy to repair, making them an excellent investment for prostitution. They didn’t have to be paid, either, meaning the entirety of the profits went to the brothel owners. Of course, licensing fees were a consideration. Brothels could be fined if the conditions weren’t proven safe for clients. There have been plenty of news stories about gruesome injuries from malfunctioning androids.
The movement towards android sex work was a complex one. Some people advocated it; who cared if a client wanted to rough up one of them? They weren’t real people, they couldn’t be hurt. They couldn’t carry disease, either, and with HIV rates on the rise, that had been one of the driving arguments behind legalizing android-based brothels. No listened to the few sex workers brave enough to speak out about losing their livelihoods to the machines, and the authorities rarely looked too closely during their inspections. Certainly not close enough to determine machine from human in every single case.
Androids filled other roles, as well. They started with the police force, little more than sentient shields. Then some government officials began buying them up, adding them to their bodyguard roster. Then celebrities joined in as well, when having an android at their heel became the fashionable taboo. Fifty years later, there were over a dozen major manufacturers across Asia alone, and dozens more operating out of shady warehouses, pumping out subpar products—often salvaged and repurposed from the name brands—at a steep markup.
Kim didn’t know where Chay came from. Honestly, he didn’t really care, not enough to chase down his origins. He certainly hadn’t come with any official registration papers. In fact his legal status was in a gray area at best; one of the many reasons Kim kept Chay safely hidden away in his condo, and didn’t let anyone know of his existence.
Even still, regardless of his unknown origins, there was no doubt as to his purpose. Kim watched Chay move through the kitchen, cleaning and putting away the dishes, wiping down the counters. A perfect companion, programmed to serve Kim’s every whim. His previous owner, a salacious high-end collector with an entire room full of bodies, displayed in glass cases when they weren’t in use—Chay being one of them—spared no detail in explaining the full range of Chay’s capabilities.
Kim hadn’t fucked Chay. He had no intention to, either, he wasn’t—he didn’t want Chay for that. He wasn’t one of those kinds of perverts that couldn’t connect with another human, leaving companion androids—sex bots—as their only option. He wasn’t some kind of degenerate with desires that no sane human could safely or willingly fulfill. He just…
He was just lonely.
Honestly, it would probably be less humiliating if he did want Chay for the sex, and not because he was so dysfunctional, he was incapable of letting another person close to him. But that was the truth. That he was too mistrustful—too broken—for any kind of intimacy, yet he still craved it, desired to be close to someone, anyone, until he was driven to a blackmarket collector offering the finest piece of his collection, in exchange for a truly exorbitant price.
Kim hadn’t even tried to negotiate. He’d taken one look at Chay’s sweet face, his round cheeks, the soft curls falling over his closed eyes as he lay dormant, and knew he would do anything to have him. Two weeks later Kim hadn’t regretted the decision once.
“P’Kim, it’s almost time for you to leave. You have ten minutes before you’re late.”
Well, most of the time Kim didn’t regret it, anyway. Sometimes Chay could be even more annoying than his manager.
“I’m going.”
“Don’t forget about your photoshoot after! Or your meeting after that.”
Fuck. He had forgotten.
“Which meeting?”
“Contract negotiations with Vogue Thailand,” Chay dutifully responded, his voice following Kim into his bedroom, where he hastily dressed.
#cookie writes#kimchay#im not super satisfied with this#im brain fried#but here#android au lol#kim is a sadboy#chay is a ball of sunshine#and i promise nothing angsty happens trust me i only write happy things and no angst ever <3
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STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 3/4 (here are part 1 and part 2)
i just want to preface this by saying: as much as they tried to make this movie all about tony, and as much as they tried to no-homo the steve/bucky situation, they still somehow ended up making CACW the gayest movie in the whole cap trilogy, and that's saying something *throws confetti*
now, picking up where we left off:
aided by his friends sam and natasha, steve spends the following two years or so chasing after bucky, looking for clues as to where he could be hiding, until he eventually finds him.
their reunion scene is like. i honestly don't know if i can convey the sheer, ridiculous, absolute beauty that is this scene.
the thing is, steve isn't the only one who discovered bucky's location: the bad guys did too, and they're coming. like they're coming RIGHT NOW, as sam keeps trying to warn steve. which means that he and bucky have about 20 seconds to do this, and that might sound like too short of a time, right? but honey, the amount of repressed emotions and homoerotic subtext these two manage to stuff into those 20 seconds, my god--
no because like, there's a whole-ass SWAT team outside, waiting to crash through their door and blow up the place, yeah? and instead of getting the fuck out of there PRONTO, steve, mr romeo fucking rogers, decides to spend those precious few seconds trying to get bucky to admit that he loves him, making this much yearned-for, long-awaited reunion the most high-stakes game of gay chicken in the whole of history. you might think i'm kidding, but i'm not!!!!
INTRODUCING:
in the red corner, we've got steve basically telling bucky: "i know that you remember me, i know that you saved me because you still love me, please will you just say it out loud babe"
and in the blue corner there's bucky, extremely conflicted because YES, of course he loves steve, but he also knows he's putting steve in danger just by standing in the same room as him, and steve shouldn't even be here in the first place, and anyways STEVE NOW'S NOT THE TIME PLS FUCK
so he's just (unsuccessfully) trying to deny everything, you know?? "fuck no i don't know you, just know your name from a museum, what do you mEAN i saved your ass because i love you more than life itself and that's literally the first thing i remembered when i got my memory back"
(a quick reenactment:)
but really, you'll see the love in bucky's eyes if you just look hard enough.
n- no, look harder
a bit harder?
see, i told you
so here they are, just about to slam each other into the nearest wall and make out like it's brokeback mountain and they're just two guys coming from a time where their love had to be kept a secret and they miss what little privacy they used to have in their own little bubble when they were younger and living together and then life tore them apart and they haven't seen each other in ages and they've been yearning all the while and now that they're finally standing before each other again the air feels electric between them and they just can't help but- wait. uh. that, uh. that sounds familiar. uh.
OKAY so they're totally about to snog the living daylights out of each other, but time is running out. the bad guys are here!! and- and also a bunch of other people! because apparently everybody wants bucky either dead or locked up for one reason or another!! MY BOY CAN'T CATCH A FUCKING BREAK!!
so bucky is apprehended. but before anyone can do much about it, this other guy - this movie's Official Antagonist™ - gets bucky alone and triggers bucky's brainwashed assassin persona into taking over.
no longer conscious of his own actions, bucky wreaks havoc in the building, knocking people down in his wake like a sexy buff steamroller, and tries to escape; but steve, desperate not to lose him again, goes after him and stops him.
by grabbing onto a fucking helicopter, as one does
one extremely romantic, freaking insane stunt later, steve manages to get bucky to safety. next thing you know, bucky's waking up and back to himself, and they finally have a bit longer than 20 seconds to talk. you think they're gonna be normal about this? you think they're gonna share a standard heart to heart conversation? oh hell no, babes. WHIP OUT THE BEDROOM EYES, TURN THAT SOFTNESS UP TO ELEVEN, WE'RE UNLOCKING A BRAND NEW LEVEL OF EMOTIONS HERE
seriously. you don't know what true tenderness is, until you've heard james buchanan barnes softly say, in his sweet, gruff, velvety drawl, barely holding back a smile, "your mom's name was sarah. you used to wear newspapers in your shoes."
also the two of them just. spend half the scene making INTENSE heart eyes at each other, gazing deeply and intimately in each other's eyes, just bypassing the flirting zone to move straight to eye-lovemaking lane, while sam is in the room, because they've got no chill whatsoever.
unfortunately, sam cockblocks reminds them that they don't have time for this shit (dammit, sam) as they kinda have more pressing matters at hand, being on the run from like every government in the world (and then some). also they must neutralize The Antagonist™ before he can act on his Evil Plan™, so, you know. put the eyesex on hold, guys!
(to be continued in part 4)
#stucky#stevebucky#the silly stucky recap you didn't ask for#part 3 :D#so this got too long and i thought it'd be best to split it in two parts#hence the change from 3/3 to 3/4#rillers scribbles#i'm still not 100% sure how to tag it in the first place tbh xD#but here#have some silliness in your day#cacw
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Bill and Ted at Greendale Community College? :D
bill and ted are at study room f in greendale community college! so, uh, i was under the impression that this would be a spanish study group? apparently not, dude ...
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