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voicestm · 4 months
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wardenmop · 25 days
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save me undead cowboy...
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orphetoon · 5 months
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since people liked my mitski + totk art im morally obligated to show yall my botw mitski comic
it’s available here, its pwyw with includes a whole total of free if u just want to see it
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carpp · 2 months
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lilith pays sera a visit, things escalate
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frecklystars · 7 months
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💔♪♫♪ GOT ALL THESE TEARS ON MY PIANO ♫♪♫ 💔
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lover-of-mine · 21 days
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i'm afflicted by the not knowing
Pairing: Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz (911)
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But he's also feeling the need to confess, and this is the closest he can force himself into. So he drops into the chair and finally meets Frank's eyes. “I broke up with Marisol.” “I'm sorry to hear that,” Frank says in the calm let's talk about how that makes you feel voice that used to drive him up the wall. Maybe it still does. “No, that's not the problem,” Eddie shakes his head and he nods. “Alright, what is the problem?” “I lied to Buck.” or Eddie needs to talk about how he's feeling. That's what therapy is for, right?
read it on ao3
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quuma · 1 year
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i feel like everyone and their mother has spoken about this before but james potter is 100% the biggest puppy bf i've ever witnessed in literature !! like bro has MAXIMUM puppy dog stats
he's the kind of bf to INSIST UPON carrying your textbooks/bags for you and escort you to your classes class,,, like he would literally REFUSE to not do either of them,,, he gets so worked up about it that it's actually kind of pathetic (in a cute way),,,
you wouldnt even be able to carry them for 5 mins in his presence before he's scooping them out of your arms ("james i quite obviously have two perfectly functioning hands just let me hold my books pls" and his completely serious response would be "but im your bf??? and my hands are also free rn??? it's literally my job to hold your books just stfu and let me")
continuing the escorting headcanon he always ends up having to sprint to off to try and make it to his own class in time BDAHBFDH as soon as you retreive your books and walk into the classroom you try to look back and thank him,,, but there's literally just a cartoonish cloud of smoke where he stood not even 5 seconds prior (he insists that it's a good warmup for his quiddich practice)
he's also the kinda bf to literally SHOVE himself in front of you to beat you to the door, just so he can open it, dramatically wave his hand, bow, and say something cringey like "for you, my lady/liege" (BARF THATS SO CUTE IM LITERALLY GOING TO THROW UP)
OMG ALSO HE'S JUST INSANELY OBSERVANT WHEN IT COMES TO YOU????? to the point where it would be considered creepy if it wasnt james,, yknow?? there was definitely a time where upon meeting you at the door of the potions class you just finished (yes he is flushed, out of breath and sweating,,, no, he isnt going to admit that he sprinted from his C.F.M.C class 5mins early to make sure he met you at the door in time) and he does a double take and looks genuinely concerned before saying "???? pookie??? what happened to your hair???? did you do something different?? it looks different from when i saw you this morning !! D:" queue you responding with "?? wtf? i cut off a singular strand of hair for one of the potions how the actual fuck did you notice that??"
he is so babygirl i love it
i swear im not even a james stan but i can't help but ramble abt his bbygirlness
hes such a puppy dog bf
he just has the biggest heart eyes for you bro ( -3-) follows you around like a lost puppyyyyy
you dont just have him wrapped around your finger - you have him tattooed and superglued onto you istg
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doodlebug-aboo · 2 years
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Steve doesn’t like to admit it, but he likes to snoop. He’s a nosy guy. Anytime he’s in someone’s house for the first time, he snoops through their bathroom when he’s in there. He lies to himself and says it’s to be prepared for anything. Figure out where they keep the painkillers, the first aid kit, the extra toilet paper, the towels, but really he’s just curious. He always has been. He never snoops around when the person is there, but he can never decide if that’s better or worse.
The first time Steve is allowed into Eddie’s room, when he isn’t fighting for his life against creatures from the Upside Down that is, Eddie’s words catch him off guard.
“Get your snooping done now, man. There’s a lot of shit to sift through.”
He doesn’t ask how Eddie knows he likes to snoop, but he takes the opportunity after getting express permission while Eddie leaves to grab them some drinks from the kitchen. There is a lot of stuff, like Eddie said, but not in a way that’s messy. Steve wouldn’t call his room messy, just maybe a little crowded. In the best way possible, though. It looks lived in. Like a lot of love went into creating this space just the way Eddie likes it. It’s comforting.
The one place Steve pays the closest attention to is the small desk, littered with crumpled papers, notebooks, maps of fantasy worlds Steve has never heard of, pens and pencils, dice, you name it. Looking through the papers, Steve sees most of them are notes about a new campaign he knows Eddie has been working on for the kids. Steve knows Eddie’s been pouring over it endlessly because Will is visiting for the whole summer and the kids begged Eddie to write a campaign and play with them, and Eddie wants to make it the best possible game for the kid.
When Eddie comes back into the room, Steve stops his snooping and sits on the edge of the bed.
Steve takes a look at Eddie’s desk every time he’s in his room, now. He likes to see what Eddie is working on, likes to be able to ask him about it and watch his face light up as he starts to talk about something he’s passionate about.
One day, Steve walks into Eddie’s room and sees the amount of crumpled notebook paper seems to have multiplied drastically. He normally wouldn’t un-crumple any of the thrown away ideas and stick to the ones currently being worked on, but the magnitude of papers littering the floor nags at his curiosity too much to leave them be. So he picks up a few of the balls of paper and smooths them out best he could to read what they say.
Most of the papers are filled with a litany of crossed-out words and phrases, sometimes whole paragraphs of text. After looking at each paper, Steve realizes they’re song lyrics. He knew Eddie wrote music for his band, but he still hadn’t heard any of their music. Not for lack of wanting to, simply because Eddie told him he’ll invite Steve to one of their shows when he’s comfortable. It hurt Steve a bit to know Eddie still wasn’t comfortable enough to show him his original music, but he also knows that music is much more sacred to Eddie than it’s ever been to himself.
The lyrics really stand out to Steve, though, and he tries to wrap his head around them. It looks like Eddie is struggling with one song in particular he wants to write, because the lyrics are similar but different on every page. It’s a song about someone, it looks like, and it almost sounds like a love song, but not the kind of pop-style love song Steve is accustomed to, of course.
Steve knows not every love song has to be about one person in particular, but he feels like he knows who Eddie is writing about. It’s on the tip of his tongue. He knows Eddie is writing about one specific person. Too many times are the lyrics hyper-specific, but those are always the ones that are crossed out. Many mentions of brown eyes, the way they style their hair, their lips. Comments about hands, necks. There’s even a long paragraph entirely crossed out detailing moments they’ve shared, and it sounds eerily familiar.
It’s a lyric on the last paper Steve grabbed from the floor that makes the realization hit him like a truck.
Matching scars across our skin
Can’t believe you let me in
There’s something crossed out so intensely Steve can’t read it, but he can read the lines right below it.
If you’re the king, I’ll let you reign
But loving you’s a losing game
Steve knows, immediately, who the song is about, and before he even has time to react to this new knowledge, Eddie is walking through the door to his room again.
As soon as his eyes land on Steve, he freezes. “You weren’t supposed to see those, Harrington.”
But Steve is looking at him with awe in his eyes. “Are you writing a song about me, Munson?” He means for it to come out more teasing, but his voice is soft. Almost shy.
Eddie pulls a chunk of his hair forward to cover his face, looking down and anywhere other than Steve. “Don’t be ridiculous. Me? Writing a song about King Steve?”
Steve smirks a little and walks closer to Eddie. Not too close, he doesn’t want to scare him away. There’s also a small seed of worry sitting in the back of his brain waiting to sprout that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong about this. But he really hopes he’s right. “You know, you only bring out the King Steve shit when you’re too afraid to say what you’re really thinking.”
Eddie’s eyes widen and he looks at Steve in shock. “You… noticed something that specific?”
Steve just shrugs, closing the distance between them a little more, only about a foot and a half separating them now. “I notice a lot of things about you, Munson.”
Steve sees Eddie’s shoulders relax slightly from where they raised up closer to his ears. “If you’re just saying all this to pull a prank on me or something, that’s really fucked up, Steve.”
Steve quickly shakes his head. “I’m not. I promise I’m not, Eds. I would never.”
Eddie seems to be thinking really hard for a long moment, once again looking away from Steve. He fidgets with his rings a bit, spinning one slowly on one of his fingers. Steve’s eyes track the movement. Finally, Eddie looks at him again. “Fuck it.”
Eddie closes the distance between them, grabs Steve’s cheeks in both of his hands, and slams their lips together. It’s not a graceful kiss by any means, and not exactly what Steve had imagined their first kiss would be like. If he had imagined it before, which he definitely didn’t do, especially not every day. But regardless, it’s still one of the best kisses Steve’s ever had, and he’s had a lot. Everything about it is just so Eddie, he can’t even describe it. The gentle, almost shy hesitation he can feel mixed with the desperation of a man on his death bed. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist before they pull back, smiling at each other.
Eddie’s grin is almost blinding as his eyes scan over Steve’s face. “I’m almost finished with the final version of the song… you should come see us when we’re ready to play it.”
Steve’s eyes light up. “You mean I get to finally go see Corroded Coffin perform live?”
Eddie laughs. “Yes, that’s what I mean. I’ll let you know when we’ll play it for the first time. I’m not the singer, so you’ll have to hear Gareth singing about you, but at least you’ll know the lyrics are mine.”
Steve smiles, pressing a much softer and gentler kiss to his lips. “You’re more of a sap than I thought you’d be.”
“Oh, shut it, big boy.”
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journen · 2 years
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Done for the “Kiss it better” prompt for the @codywankissbingo. Full bingo card under the cut!
This is my first fill. I was thinking about an au where Cody somehow survived everything and is maybe a part of the resistance people on Jabiim? Him and Obi-Wan reunite after the events of episode 3. It is tense at first seeing eachother again after so long, but Cody helps with his recovery from Vader burning him. 🥺
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doodlesdreaming · 15 days
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Kisses and Passionate love making is great and all.
But what about hugs?
What if, instead of sneaking into storage closets and behind shaded buildings for 2 minute makeout sessions, Ghost and Soap were more for tactical cuddling than lip contact?
It started out small; one armed hugs from Soap during casual/playful banter and protective holds from Ghost, whenever he had to yank the Sergeant out of danger(which tends to happen alot).
As their relationship began to take shape, it evolved into tender but careful hugs when Soap's anger gets the best of him, which has him dissolving into downhearted tears that he fights to hold back. Or stable and warm hugs, when night terrors lock Ghost into a panic attack, and if anyone else tried to consult him, there would be a knife to the throat.
Both men knew that there would be nothing but trouble if they were to continue this. And not just on fraternizing charges alone. But after that too close of a call with Makarov and a bullet nearly injected into the skull, as soon as they were alone, Simon and Johnny locked each other into a tight bear hug. The kind of hug that felt solid, safe, and grounding into reality. Johnny gripping his LT tight as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, as Simon held on for dear life, telling himself that everything is OK. Johhny is here. Johnny is safe. He got to him in time....
Neither one wanted to let go. Not until their hearts stopped hammering against their ribcages, and their nerves stopped working overtime. When they finally pulled apart from each other, it was quite obvious that they are very much doomed soldiers at this point. But neither one of them didn't give a frick. No one fights alone after all.
As time passed, they got slightly more intimate with each other. As one suspected with couples. But anyone who knows Ghost and Soap knew that they communicated with hugs more than anything else. (Though some would believe that is mostly because Soap is compromising with Ghost's mask.)
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orphetoon · 6 months
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i can’t believe i forgot to post these here. i made myself a little jodio
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Top 3 Markus oufits as per this poll!
1. Revolution Coat [46%]
2. Stratford Tower Suit [24%]
3. Trash Coat [11%]
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honeyhobbs · 4 months
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Quick color study from Another Country! Underrated movie and colin firth has his red hair
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kyleknight · 10 months
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(disclaimer: @jamalambbamm and @woseary made some INCREDIBLE art for this fic which is beautiful and impressive and embedded in the story on ao3; what you see above is a 5 minute edit I made using a photo I took at COTA)
More Powerful Than Fear Itself Is The Will To Win by smoothlikebutter
Written as part of the Summer 2023 @mcytblraufest
Summary: After a devastating crash ends Etho’s racing career with the McLaren Formula One team, he’s forced to take significant time off to recover. While his fans are eager to see him again soon, what they don’t know is that Etho’s crash was worse than reported; he had to re-learn how to walk and talk before he could even think about racing again. But the desire to get back in a racing car is a strong motivation, so Etho pushes himself to his limits… However, his team couldn’t wait forever. His replacement is talented and the endless competition of motorsports is ruthless. Now Etho has to prove to his old team— and to the whole world— that they were too quick to forget about him. And what better place than the 24 Hours of Le Mans? ConCorp is eager to snap up a big name like Etho. They’re entering under the Garage 56 innovative category this year, and their CEOs aren’t interested in much more than publicity so the pressure is low. But they’ve also signed Joel, a ruthless pro endurance racer who isn’t about to settle for anything less than the top step of the podium and a champagne shower at the end of the race. And honestly? That’s exactly the kind of teammate that Etho needs.
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pandalilydorlene · 5 months
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I don't think you understand how crazy I am for pandalily
Cold fire and warm snow
They are so perfect for each other,
Pandora brings Lily peace and wonder and a gentle understanding and recognition she has never felt before in her life.
Lily brings Pandora passion and intrigue and colour and light. She is Pandora's anchor, keeping her connected to a world that in her absence makes her feel like a petal being thrown around in a storm, only being able to give a hint of what direction the wind is blowing, not being able to stop it.
Alone they are child soldiers, they are a heartbroken sister and a girl with her head in the clouds, a lion in a zoo and a canary in a cage.
Together they are loved, together they are at peace, together they are Pandora and they are Lily and they can look into each others eyes and bury their hands in each others hair, feel the warmth of each others skin. Together they can exist and just be.
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firesmokeandashes · 7 months
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So, I was bored and thinking about the KatsuZuku reunion panels and how they were looking at each other in chapter 403, and because my brain is constantly playing song association, have this L.O.V.E BkDk mini edit
🧡💚
Tagging @love-is-in-the-multiverse @zoopzopp @is-bakugou-alive-yet @adoubleneliese @a-had-matter & @emmab3mma
Because I think they might enjoy this, and I want to share what I made with others that I know! ^^
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