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dumblr · 1 year

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Being close to you feels right.

#quotes #feelings #emotions #love #close to you #closer #i feel better now #feels right #love quotes #romantic quotes #thoughtful

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trek-tracks · 1 month

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sometimes, taking something out of context just feels right

#star trek #star trek tos #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #the corbomite maneuver #nathan pyle #nathan w pyle #incorrect trek #this isn't real dialogue and yet #feels right #this will be the last i post related to that cursed post

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plague-of-insomnia · 12 days

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the boys are back!

#black butler #黒執事 #feels right #let’s go #off to brighton #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #music #kuro spoilers #ch 211 #poi og #SoundCloud

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minionbuttsdotcom · 4 months

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#lol #feels right #minion #minion memes

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multi-lefaiye · 2 months

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almost forgot to post this lmao- anyway!!! my latest eden art,,, i love my boy.

this was originally supposed to be a silly doodle of him inspired by me deciding to embrace him being fantasy slavic and wanting to draw him slav squatting. but then i had way too much fun with it ASJDKFL; eden <3333

i think i've finally found a way to draw his hair that i really like.... gonna stick with this moving forward, i think. this is very close to how i imagine it.

art taglist (ask to be + or -): @lychniscitrus @transmasc-wizard @skitzo-kero @jezifster @anexor @kk7-rbs @albatris @rosesandartss @approximately20eggs @astral-runic @presidentquinn @astonishednoodle @invaderskoodge @moonflowerrss @chaieyestea @whonsper @midnight-and-his-melodiverse

#Multi's Artwork #eden linnaeus #he's just. so. <3333333 #fun fact this file is called 'fuck what the gods said.png'#feels right

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ragebear · 9 months

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special delivery, fucksticks

flying snake couriers - fast and on time, but being polite costs extra

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #suguru daishou #idk I saw this ref of a roller skater and this immediately came to me #like imagine him rolling up on kuroo and saying that and hucking a package at him #feels right #my art

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lucy-moderatz · 2 months

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added aro to ace in my bio.

feeling pretty good about it.

#feels right #ace ace baby

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silvershewolf247 · 3 months

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I will say, that even when I read the first book as a kid. It read wrong to me that Luke immediately went to murder Percy instead of trying to persuade him to their side. So I'm glad they emphasized in the show, "come with me Percy, it'll be fun"

Edit: No, this doesn't contradict with him trying to throw Percy into Tartarus. That was a necessity of the plan that was put into motion after Percy got the mission, i.e. after Luke started trying to recruit him. Luke was sacrificing his friend and potential ally for a definite victory. And when that plan failed, he decided to go back to trying to recruit him.

#feels right #although i might be misremembering the book #because it has been 12 years since i read ut #although even back then #i always preferred plots where the villain is trying to turn the hero #maybe thats part of why i like possessed andy so much #and mind control plots #percy jackson spoilers

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alabasterpickles · 2 years

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BullHop for @bonkalore 🍁✨

I had more fun drawing this than I probably should have, thank you so much for the suggestion! 😂

#my art #fanart #sketch #art #character design #drawing #animation #drawings #illustration #rottmnt #Bullhop #i think he needs sparkles or something #feels right #his mutation was a glow up #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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dumblr · 10 months

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We were never in a relationship, but when you told me you went on a date with someone else, it felt a lot like sadness.

We were never in a relationship, but whenever we’d seem to talk, the conversations never seemed to end.

We were never in a relationship, but whenever we’d go out, i never felt like leaving your hand.

We were never in a relationship, but i swear to God, i was hopelessly in love with you.

We were never in a relationship, but i know we could have been the sweetest thing in the entire universe.

We were never in a relationship, but whenever i saw a sunset, i wished you were there with me.

We were never in a relationship, but it just felt right, always.♡

#personal #quotes #feelings #emotions #writer #love #romantic quotes #love quotes #thoughtful #feels right #in love #writing #beautiful feelings #beautiful words #best feeling #feel your emotions #its complicated #hopless romantic #dumblr

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euesworld · 11 months

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"Smile if you like flowers, smile if you love the stars, smile if you enjoy friendship, and smile if you have love in your heart.. smile if you woke up this morning, smile when you go to sleep tonight, smile if you love the ocean, or better yet.. smile cause it just feels so right."

Smile today mf - eUë

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supercantaloupe · 8 months

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heard some of you liked furry opera characters

#art and soul #don giovanni #leporello #donna elvira #i finally settled on a fursona for her. iberian lynx #feels Right #anyway sorry the photos suck. lighting is probably appropriate for the level of cringe on display here #there were more sketches than this but they weren't successful enough for posting.#one of these was on the back of my fucking isorythmic motet notes. because that's a normal thing to do when you're in grad school ig

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notmuchtoconceal · 10 months

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( o ) goodimpressionofmyself

he would lose himself staring out at the wide blue vista of the sea

in the shade, warmed by kaleidoscopic bursts of the setting sun, he stood still as the rocky cliffs which dwarfed the beach. chest caressed by the salt breeze, his musculature glistened with beads of sweat, carved by the same brine and water which shaped the shoreline. the waves gently rocking, crashing in his skull. thought and sensation ran as one with the ocean in his eyes. he was flesh. metabolic heat. fatty tissue bound to bone and muscle. by what degree did the salt of his body differ from the salt of the sea? the mineral of his bone from the mineral of the sand? he could stand perched on this beach in his suit, bound to his board forever. the porous material of polyurethane and neoprene no different in texture to the spongy tissues of his marrow and brain. the heat and moisture would rot any soft membrane, but if he were stone, the animal shape of his body could endure here for millennia

the snap of the camera broke him from trance

his bro was laughing at him for spacing out again. he looked so serious when he got lost, but he was just a goofy guy inside. he smiled, more playful than ashamed, and his bro punched him on the arm.

his suit pulled down too, if he held him close their bodies would be two sculptures in the same tableaux, abs chiseled from exertion on the waves, strained red, pulsating and flesh. when his bro looked at him, smiling back a second too long, he got his arm around his head, and threw him into the sand where they wrestled and laughed, grazing the soft, matted hair of each other’s pits with excited, probing fingers

they were back out on their boards before dark

it was a game they played, he guessed. his bro loved to watched him stand still. admire the serenity of his features, the untroubled contemplation of his lips and brow. at first it was something they did to relax after a long day out at the beach. his bro’d talk to him in that lilting voice until he fell asleep. wake up to find his bro wrapped around him, all coconut, bay spice and musk. with the windows open, the air blowing in from the sea, they’d still sweat huddled up together, and he’d nudge his bro in the ribs so he could get up and get a glass of water

said it was because he was such a deep sleeper, it was something he wanted to share, and he couldn’t say if it was the feeling of being out on the water, the coastal village ambiance or the way his bro would talk, but his arrival at this place already felt like a half-remembered dream

the night they met around the bonfire, he could see something in his eyes. they snuck away from the party alone, and to the crashing of the waves, the faint echoes of distant laughter, spoke late into the night. until moonlight faded from the water. until pale blue twilight succumbed to the red sun creeping along the edge of the world. at the diner, the air stale with smoke, drinking coffee and impotently spearing pancakes with a fork, in the haze of beer and lack of sleep, their glances grew longer, quieter and more intense

his bro knew all the best spots. secluded. two of them could be alone, especially this early in the season

one night, his bro’d glimpsed him in profile and blurted out

you’re beautiful

to that he could only laugh and tell him to shut up. he was all nah, nah, i mean it, still. hold that pose. lemme get the camera. he stood there for he didn’t know how long, feeling compliant and stupid

what if he just shifted ever so slightly to see if he noticed? struck a different pose, or kept this same pose on the opposite side of the room? what if he did an irish jig the moment the flash went off? would he crack him over the head with the lanyard or tackle him against the fridge?

when his bro came back, and he heard him snapping the pic, he said you got it? you got it yet? and when he said yeah, yeah i got it, he did a lil bow which his bro matched with applause and asked if that was so bad

yeah, sure. whatever gets your rocks off, bro

and he was talking in that way he did

motion was around him, but glancing back through the fishbowl of memory, he couldn’t tell if his bro was walking toward him, he was walking toward his bro, or if the earth had conspired by tectonic rift to bring them together

he was falling

falling

falling down

all he knew was that he was standing by the window,

looking out at the beach

and he didn’t want to move

he felt the warm lapping of water over his body

his bro’s hand on his shoulders,

whispering hibiscus sweetened words

hard, stable and handsome as the cliffs

he glimpsed canyons in the strata of a conch shell

cities in the filament of a seagull feather

an aurora in the muck of dinoflagellate blooms

a caress lingered down the small of his back

you make such a beautiful statue, bro

over that summer, his bro posed him on the deck, the rocks, the grass near the bay. on docks, on ferries, on main street in the dead of night. pioneering on park benches, swinging from street lamps, dueling in the thinker pose with the other slabs and sculpts, plastic, granite and bronze, matching them inertia for inertia

how long was i out that time?

almost two hours

you gotta be kidding me bro,

haha

on the night when the moon was gone, he’d pulled his suit down until there was barely anything left to the imagination. not that his bro hadn’t seen it all already, sharing one couch and bathroom with another guy, but he still froze him mid-laugh, capturing his bashful smirk

he didn’t know why he approached so slowly, moving with the timid grace of a lil boy up to a leviathan half-beached on a sandbar

there was awe in his eyes as he reached out to touch a body with no baseline tremor, no wobble from the imperceptible vertigo of an upright stance. the warmth of his skin, the beat of his heart, the tan which had only deepened over the many hours spent out in the sun, all proved that he was still flesh, and his smell was proof enough that nothing more need be staked, all was already, here and now, forever already claimed

fingering the downy brown pubes peeking out at the base of his v-taper, his bro wrapped his arms around his flank, and whispered

i think i love you?

it was always that photo at the cliffs his bro kept coming back to. said it reminded him of the poise he had on his board, like it was a part of him. standing upright. an object like a bro and a bro like an object

something about the stillness he could achieve on a good wave made him appreciate the motion, and the motion the stillness.

mutual reinforcement. everything was in balance.

and his bro moved into what he knew was headlock position

i like you when you move me too, bro

that photo would preserve the moment, tho not for millennia. they could transfer it to film. keep it sealed under plastic. it could sit on a hard drive, float around the beetle tubes of the web. it could outlive him, that image of a body in its prime, the contemplation of the moment and the yearning for the eternal. as his stubble thickened to a full beard. as his muscles filled out and he bought new suits. bigger suits. as he continued to grow. until he began to age. until his skin weathered and sagged. until his hair turned grey and fell to the floor. until his bones splintered and cracked. until he was rotting down somewhere beneath the earth, his bro nothing but motes in the light of a foreign sun. until the electronics shortened. until bit rot ate the data. until the atmosphere broiled a dead earth and the stars burnt out like marquee bulbs never to be replaced

like it was the night the world grew dark and he left the beach for home