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tepikvinxi · 6 months
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obnoxious aussie man terrorizes the french with "the power of love"
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idubiluv · 7 months
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how svt would comfort their stressed s/o
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a/n. probably my last post for a while :( i will miss u tumblr dot com but i will be back !!!!
genre. hurt/comfort
wordcount. 0.8k
warnings. crying, stress
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seungcheol
if you cry, there’s a 99% chance he’ll end up joining you. he just can’t stand watching you struggle or just be sad. you both cuddle on the couch, with your head on his chest and bawling your eyes out to some hallmark movie as an outlet for your emotions. he'll kiss your head when you fall asleep halfway through it, wishing only good things your way.
jeonghan
you want to cry? he offers his shoulder, the shirt he’s wearing is old anyway. you don’t wanna talk about it? simply holds you and strokes your hair and whispers into your ear how much he loves you. you want to cuss out every single person and thing that pissed you off today? he’s already wishing the worst upon them because how dare they inconvenience his baby >:(
joshua
“aww, what happened?” it’s so easy to talk to him. he’s attentive and such a good listener. holds your hand throughout your entire rant and wipes your tears away with a fond smile, dragging you to eat the bowl of your favourite soup he made you. there’s no way you could continue feeling down when your boyfriend is a positivity bug.
junhui
listens to you patiently and offers advice if you need it. probably tries something cheesy to cheer you up instantly, like making you dance with him right there in the living room to some stupid love song. when he spins you around and pulls you close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat feels like everything will be okay after all.
hoshi
he’d probably want you to tell him what’s bothering you, since he’s a vocal person and would be able to understand your situation better that way. but if you don’t feel like talking he’s still there for you, ready to give you anything you need. a hug? a kiss? a cookie? a tiger plushie? he’s got them all and more, just for you.
wonwoo
he’s not the best with words, but he'll listen to yours. hears out every single thing you have to say, and offers some pretty solid advice if you’re willing. afterwards, he’ll either force you to play cooking mama with him or just wrap you up like a burrito instead, safe and sound in bed. he’ll read to you till you’re fast asleep.
woozi
tells you to breathe, breathe and breathe. once you’ve somewhat calmed down, he’s all ears. when you’re done with your rant, he might just pick up the guitar and play some song he wrote about you a million years ago but never had the courage to show you. tells you that you are his star, his inspiration, and that you’ll be just fine.
minghao
patience in human form. he handles you with so much care, as though you were a little flower with petals on the verge of breaking off. he has you figured inside and out, so it’s no surprise when he understands exactly what you are going through. hugs you and tells you that it will all be okay and that even if it won't, he will still be by your side.
mingyu
he would be absolutely heartbroken. would probably hold you like that one time he did with drunk hoshi (you know the one) with the biggest pout, and listen to you– even if it all comes out jumbled with your cries. kisses your tears away and makes you a warm mug of hot chocolate with the tiny marshmallows because he knows it always makes you smile.
dokyeom
one thousand percent would cry along with you :( at one point, you’re both just hugging each other and crying about what went wrong and how nothing is fair in life. collects himself for you and rocks you back and forth in his hold to ground you and then sings you to sleep.
seungkwan
“why is this happening to you?” bursts into tears at the mere sight of you not being able to form comprehensible sentences because of how crushed you are. suffocates you into a hug, kisses your entire face and your head and your hands and repeats that you are strong enough to face anything, till you begin to believe it.
vernon
nods along, adding appropriate reactions wherever required. “oh, screw them actually. i hope there’s a cockroach in their food tomorrow.” would hold you for three hours straight and not let go first even if his arm has been in the same position for so long that he can’t even feel it anymore. he’d rather his whole body go numb before ever letting you go.
chan
he’d be on the verge of tears, but would put on a pretence for you. would do everything in his power to ensure that you don’t continue feeling like shit– be it buying you flowers you once mentioned that you loved as a child, or taking you out for pancakes with chocolate chips and a whipped cream smile that resembles his own.
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the-witchhunter · 5 months
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DP x DC: Danny x Danny
So, sometimes I just like to imagine ridiculous pairing and then I have a moment that makes me go "actually..."
So Danny Fenton aka Danny Phantom(he/him) x Danny the Street(they/them)
If you're not familiar with Danny the Street, they are a literal teleporting street that's essentially a gay neighborhood. They are a safe space for people who don't fit into mainstream society, and is a big ally of the queer community...
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(art by Zal-Cryptid)
So, a street that is a safe haven for weirdos AND the queer community... Kind of the perfect place for a half ghost boy being hunted by the government... especially since trans Danny is a popular head-canon... and the fact they share the same name is kind of funny...
Damn it, do I now ship Danny and Danny the Street together?
Just imagine them talking to each other Danny the Street using TVs and signs and Danny just talking out loud as he works through so trauma and bonds with them over coffee...
and just the slight tragedy that is not being able to hold your lover's hand but at the same time the romance of being able to feel your lover's affection for you all around because they are literally all around you
Idk there's just something kind of unhinged yet sweet about the whole thing
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lilydoesdrawsometimes · 10 months
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Drew what I thought the Narrator would REALLY look like - I mean, if he was just a random human guy
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I don't draw old people so I think this was a good practice :)
I know I have my design(s) for my old man but I do really imagine him as just... some sweet old man like this.
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Norrington but my only goal was to make him as shaped as possible
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floofdeloop · 6 months
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5+1 ; hate to be lame
Summary: 6 scenes: 5 times Gavin thought he loved Freelancer, and one time he knew. Pairing: Gavin & Freelancer Word count: A sweet 1800 Rating: teen, nothing explicit, just some things hinted at. Mostly death by fluff.
Based on this song by Lizzy McAlpine:
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1. " It's always on the tip of my tongue. I read an article on the Internet - told me that that's how you know you're fallin' in love, Don't really trust what's on the Internet, but maybe just this once..."
One empty pizza box, two Big Gulps, comfortable and cross-legged on the floor: nights like this have started to become commonplace.
Gavin looks up from his laptop, not quite sure what to make of what he's read. They're sitting opposite him, surrounded by papers, textbooks, various screens....locked in. No exit, no shortcuts, no escape till they've gleaned every piece of knowledge required. It's a strange sight to witness: a self-inflicted levee, somewhat resembling charmed salt circles like those believed to keep out evil spirits... monsters... demons...
It's laughable - futile even. It would be too easy to lean across, break the barrier, take their attention to more pressing matters. Take them away from their books, away from their work...take them upstairs... take them right here, perhaps. Thoughts of the night ahead mingle with memories of nights past, bringing a smirk and a subtle blush to his cheeks as he continues quietly observing freelancer from across the room.
His core flares up ever so slightly - a subtle sensation that's common enough these days for him to recognise it: desire. Not theirs, his. Not quite lust, nor that familar hunger, but something else. Something... more.
His eyes glance back to the screen in front of him, "what's it like to fall for someone?"
He sighs, closes his laptop, leans forward and takes the textbook from their hands...
2. "It's always on the tip of my tongue, but I stop myself from sayin' it, tell myself it's not the right time or something dumb But then you kiss me like you do, and we're right back where we started from"
Bedsheets, no clothes, touch me like nobody else does... mornings like this have become commonplace.
He watches intently, eyes transfixed on the slow and steady rise and fall of their chest as the first brave rays of sunlight dare to peek through the curtains. Blotches and lines of pink and purple mark their skin; memories of last night now imprinted across their body, his hands, lips, teeth like that of a cartographer mapping out paths taken towards pleasure, roads travelled to ecstacy just hours before...no wonder they're still asleep. His hands move to hover over the darkest marks, healing them instantly, but this has happened enough times now that he knows not to heal them all - they like seeing them the morning after. No, they want to see.
He contemplates this thought for a moment, hands hovering over their torso, core thrumming with energy and excitement and... something he can't quite place. He observes them in silent admiration, reverent prayer perhaps, to whom he isn't quite sure.
He should tell them. He should just tell them here and now. But he's been here before...too many times. It's never the right time. Fuck, is there ever a 'right' time? He should just ask them-
Their eyes flutter open, breath catching, deepening as they rouse from their sleep, "Gavin?" "Good morning, deviant," he breathes in a hushed whisper, hand coming to rest on their shoulder, "sleep well?" "I always do when you're here with me."
For a second he swears his heart stops. Tell them, just tell them, just ask them-
"Are you okay?" "Hm?" he responds, their question bringing him back to reality, "You look kind of...all up in your head..." they muse, eyes flicking between his in an attempt to see what's going on behind them. just fucking tell them- "Just thinking about last night...and the night before, and before, and befo-ow!" A playful shove to his chest stops him in his tracks, allowing them to push him onto his back so they can lean over him. "How about you stop reminiscing and do something about it?" they ask, a suitably deviant smirk appearing on their lips, eyes bright with excitement as they lean down towards him, "I don't start till after lunch, and unless you've anywhere else to be...", breathing the words into his lungs, "we could just stay in bed..."
And just like that, their lips are on his, his fingers in their hair, their breath in his lungs...
I'll talk to them tomorrow.
3. "It's always in the back of my mind. Maybe my mistakes are the reason that I made it back to you in time If I could rewind, would there be some butterfly effect? What if we never met? What if the stars never aligned?"
10pm on a Tuesday in that fateful 7-11 - call it a snacks run. They needed gas, that's all it was - right? Either way, taking trips like these alone are becoming a less common occurence with each passing week.
They're walking idly round the store, pausing to look at nothing in particular. Hair soft, clothes casual, no makeup. He watches from the counter while waiting to collect their obligatory slurpees. There's no need to ask, he knows which one they want - they've done this often enough now for him to know their usual order.
A slight flicker in the cashier's energy catches his attention, and sure enough, he looks round just in time to spot her not-so-discreetly checking him out. He can almost taste it, her desire, her excitement...Nothing strong enough to be intentional - it's just a momentary, unconscious flare of attraction. He feels his core reach out towards it, just a taste, just a snack, just a momentary indulgence but why is he conflicted what's holding him bac-
"Gav!"
They're laughing. Their laugh. He can feel their giddyness from ten feet away. He smiles at the cashier, swapping coins for cups. Her aura flares again, his core stretching in response, just a taste... A silent whisper from within stops him. it's not them. "Gaaaaaavin" comes a singsong voice from the aisle. His gaze snaps round to meet theirs, a trimphant look etched on their delicate features. he doesn't want it if it's not them. "Hm?" it's not them he wants them he only wants them-
"Made you look."
4. "Hate to admit but it might be true"
10am in his favourite freelancer's kitchen - he's flipping pancakes. Turning over thoughts and feelings in his mind while he watches for the bubbles to appear on the surface before they get a chance to turn too.
A soft smile graces his features as he remembers: they taught him that trick. Hands holding his, tasting batter from their fingertips, "you've never made pancakes?" ...is something burning? Fuck.
Discs of charcoal find their end in the compost bin, wisps of smoke wafting towards the ceiling- Lapses in his attention are becoming commonplace these days.
Feelings are a personal failure in his line of business, he knows this. Pleasure, sure. Feelings? No. Don't get attached. He's good at that. Attraction's objective, he keeps himself separate, his real self anyway...
God, why does he feel this way?
It started as a fling, an exploration of shared interest has since taken on new shapes... Are they friends? Are they more?
It's not just about food... Feeding from them isn't the same as with others, it's not conscious, it's not deliberate, it just...seeps into him. like they're willingly giving that energy to him, without either of them trying, like osmosis... and he's mumbling to himself again. "Great, so we're on junior school science terms Gavin? Great. Real classy. Makes sense. Why not try photosynthesis while we're at it seeing as making food the human way isn't working..."
He watches as his second attempt at pancakes coalesces into one mass of batter...Sure, he could just snap his fingers and use magic... but they would know. They always know. He wants to do it right. For them.
He's never known what love is. At least, not in the traditional sense. Sure, he's made love to people. Some ask for it soft and slow, passionate, close... he's only too happy to oblige...but it's a show, it's for them, it's giving the people what they want so he can get what he needs. Whore. In every sense of the word perhaps.
But with them...it's not about sex. It's not sex. Well - sometimes it's sex. It's great sex. Fuck...what? No. It's all the in between parts that don't make sense.
And yet, here he stands: making another batch of pancakes to carry upstairs to them. And it feels as natural as magic does - to him anyway.
5. "Hate to admit but I think you knew"
Salt. Sweat. Synergy. Heaving chests, glistening bodies, a heady scent lingering the air... you're the best I've ever had - don't you know?
Sweet, heady, rich...Like aged wine, dark chocolate, red velvet; their satisfaction, their energy, their essence seeps into him without reservation, warming him, suffusing through his core, sating his hunger, restoring his power... It's warm in the afterglow.
They breathe together.
Their aura has changed lately, but he can't quite put his finger on it. Amongst their desire, their laughter, their comfort, their happiness - there's something else creeping in.
Typically they're so constant, emitting energy as steadily as photons of light - even when their feelings fluctuate - but now... it's more like radioactive decay albeit less dangerous...
Still, the way their particles penetrate and manipulate and change the very structure of his core... he's mutating in an altogether pleasant sort of way.
They roll onto their side and his hand finds the curve of their waist.
Eyes meet Breath hitches Their aura flares it feels warm.
+1. "Hate to be lame, but I might love you"
"Fuck, Gavin-"
They're back here, again. Their apartment, their bed, their ecstacy suffusing the air around them... a rather delicious idea of theirs really - the blindfold, the restraints. They said they wanted to feel. That they trusted him with themselves.
"is it true what they say, deviant..? do blindfolds really heighten the other senses..?"
Their mouth opens, Their back arches, He's watching them, like, really watching them, and it feels like a knife in his chest.
He can't keep going like this.
"Gavin? Is everything okay?"
It's like pushing a beach ball under water - if he tries to hold out much longer he's going to overflow, emotion pouring out of every part of him without restraint,
it'd be ugly, but perhaps they'd think it beautiful,
"I need a minute...I... I need to talk to you"
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lipringlrh · 2 years
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flash - lrh
summary: you try to take a picture of your boyfriend but forget the flash is on
an: feedback is appreciated. requests are open for anyone from 5sos :)
parings: luke hemmings x gender neutral!reader
word count: 546
warnings: none, just fluff & kissing:)
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you were sat in luke’s dressing room on the corner couch admiring your boyfriend as was adding the final touches to his hair and makeup.
He was wearing a lilac suit, the one you chose for the night. It was one of your favourites. You were somewhere in Europe, you hadn’t had the chance to explore yet - that would be tomorrow’s task. Tonight, you were focused on Luke and another one of the amazing shows he was about to perform.
He was messing with his hair in the mirror, curling it around his fingers. He was much too focused on getting it in the perfect position to notice you taking your phone out of your pocket and point it in his direction. He just looked too pretty to leave the moment without any proof of it.
You opened the camera app and clicked on the white photo button right as a blinding light came out the back of it causing your boyfriend to turn around to face you.
You brought your phone down and clicked on the photo you’d just taken, ignoring the blonde boy staring at you. It was a little blurry - it’d captured the moment as Luke began to turn around. For once you were grateful for live photos, playing through the photo you managed to get the photo you wanted - Luke looking pretty, staring towards himself in the mirror - and a frame at the very end you didn’t know you needed, Luke staring towards the general direction of the camera with a sort of head empty look on his face.
Luke had managed to wonder across the room with you being unaware of it, leading you to get a little fright from feeling of two hands on your waist. You looked up, once again becoming entranced in the blue eyes you were so in love with. “What was that for, baby?”
“What? Can I not take a photo of my beautiful boyfriend?” As you spoke, a faint red began to appear on Luke’s cheeks. He huffed, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, followed by a few more. You let a hand rest on his cheek as you tried to deepen the kiss. You felt an arm wrap around your waist pulling you almost impossibly closer.
You were both wrapped up in each other, trying to get as much of each other as possible. Too enamoured with each other to hear the first few sets of knocks on the door. The knocks were repeated with a shout, who you recognise as Ashton, to hurry up as it was time to get on stage.
Luke broke the kiss to shoot back a muffled “coming” before pressing three light pecks to your lips. “I’ll see you after?” he mumbled leaning in for another kiss.
“I’ll either be here or near the stage. I’ll find you.” He nodded, pressing one last kiss to your lips and mumbling a small, “bye baby.”
He walked out the room with a small wave as you shouted a last, “good luck!” You sat down with a smile before pulling out your phone to stare at the recent photo you took a few minutes prior, becoming more and more excited to watch Luke perform.
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Ruby
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yay
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39mice · 7 months
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Its Maggey Byrde appreciation time!!
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random-rabid-creature · 8 months
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wow..... minecraft pond..... so cool......
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absolutemimery · 7 months
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eeemm if u know me irl no you don't ahahaha
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raeceah · 6 months
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incorporated some kpop album covers in my recent assignment 🔥🔥
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kyistell · 3 months
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Here have a quick NJ sketch. Wanted to draw Jersey again but its late, however I did not care enough to not do this so here, long hair NJ. I feel like his hair would either be like perfectly taken care of, like to an obsessive degree, or a complete and utter forest, damaged beyond repair(sorta anyway) probably because of Hurricane Sandy, I have decided that there is no in between, so I suppose this one is the actually taken care of version?
I'm going to bed now :)
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taylorswiftshipsbyler · 4 months
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ok I know I said I'd post this a couple days ago but here!!
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yay!!!!
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muzarry · 1 year
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Bad but a sad boy huh
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knightofleo · 1 year
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