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txdeathmatch · 19 days
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i love rewatching wrestlers' indies era like this mf was wearing luchasaurus' shoulder piece but that shit was so big he wore it like a backpack i'm cryn
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sithzuko · 2 years
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boba: i fucking hate bo-katan
din: hey! watch your mouth in front of grogu!
boba: oh sorry, my bad
boba: i fucking hate…
boba, covering grogu’s ears: …bo-katan
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maaarine · 2 years
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The Bridge (Bron/Broen) 1x09
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corysius · 1 year
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Them ❤️
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relmint-draws · 5 months
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Don't mess with her and her daughter
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sisterofficerlucychen · 7 months
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that tweet about there being a chenford scene we never knew we needed lives rent free in my head right next to the fight sequence as lucy reminds tim that they have a chance but only together and then how tim is protectively holding lucy as nolan opens the door for them to get them into safety
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mblue-art · 1 year
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comfort ship for the soul 💕💜💙
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happy valentine’s day to asheiji
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shirecryptid · 8 months
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I caught a hint of movement out of the corner of my eye. Eight shapeshifters slipped out of the woods and flanked me, with my husband popping up on my right like a jack-in-the-box. [...] Curran grinned at me, his gray eyes happy. "Hey, baby. You come here often?" I laughed. "Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you." He squeezed my hand with his warm fingers.
— Magic Claims, Ilona Andrews
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floaromaxtowns · 3 months
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Inspiration taken from
Hades x Gemini/Sea dragon Kanon
Reblogs appreciated!
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bakubunny · 4 months
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I would straight up ask #1-25 for both Emet and Thancred, cause I'm freaking curious but I won't get greedy- #1-10 for tragic white-haired ffxiv man of your choice (>ᴗ•)
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saved this one for last bc i knew i'd spend a ton of time on it willingly. i'll answer as many as i can for both because why not? gonna start with thancred x wol z’hana because that (self ship) doesn't stray too far outside of canon unlike the soul bond au, and i’ll post emet-selch x wol separately. fair warning tho, i'm not great at writing thancred... hence why there's so little of him in my works... but here we go! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
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1. Do you get jealous or protective over your partner?
z'hana: i did get a little jealous in the beginning, but now that i know him well, not really. and i only get protective when he's overworking himself. thancred: me, jealous? never. and perhaps i might be more protective if she hadn't already bested me in combat more than once, but i'll never shy away from a fight to keep her safe. (lies. he gets v. jealous.)
2. What are your pet names for each other?
z'hana: babe, darling, sweetheart, handsome, honey thancred: the ones i can share, or the ones i can’t?… (cue glare from z’hana as he grins.) darling, love/my love, sweetheart.
3. What is your idea of a perfect date?
z'hana: i quite enjoy traveling with him. i still remember the time he whisked me away for an evening on scion gil right under tataru’s nose…. she was not happy, but it was an excellent night nonetheless. thancred: i don’t ask for much…. a home cooked meal and the love of my life.
4. What are your names saved in each other phones?
z'hana: thancred thancred: z’hana
5. Do you like cuddling? Why or why not?
z'hana: i enjoy it a lot, but too much and it’s overbearing. thancred: i would agree, i’m much the same.
6. What do you think the others love language is?
z'hana: physical touch thancred: physical touch
7. What’s the one trait about each other that annoys you the most?
z'hana: he still tries to brush things off with bravado and charm, even after multiple years together. thancred: she’s the most stubborn woman i’ve ever met, right after y’stola…. don’t tell her i said that.
8. Coffee or Tea?
z'hana: coffee thancred: coffee
9. What was your first impressions of each other?
z'hana: he was attractive, perhaps a little over confident. thancred: she was pretty. a competent ally.
10. What attracted you to each other?
z'hana: over time, it was our friendship…. it certainly didn’t hurt that he’s a sight for sore eyes. thancred: i should say her tenacity.
11. When did you know you were in love?
z'hana: probably at some point during our time on the first…. it just sort of happened for me. he went from a friend i used to share a bed with to someone i didn’t want to be without. thancred: my time on the first without her there made me realize i’d been a bit of an idiot. once we were reunited, i made a promise to myself that i’d never leave her again if i could help it… though we all know how that turned out in the final days.
13. What's the most noticeable physical attribute of your s/o to you?
z'hana: his back or his smile, i can’t decide. thancred: will i earn another glare if i say her thighs?
14. Spicy: Favorite sexual position?
z'hana: oh gosh, haha. i don’t know, missionary is nice, i suppose? (lies.) thancred: *eyeroll and a grin* she prefers modified doggy or prone bone, but i quite enjoy when she’s on top.
15. Who’s clingier?
z'hana: i am, hands down. thancred: z’hana.
16. What do you two find to be the most attractive about one another?
z'hana: his loyalty, pragmatism, dedication…. he’s steady, whereas i can be a bit high strung and fickle. thancred: i’m going to sound like i’ve gone soft when i say this, but it’s her kindness and strength.
18. PDA? Yes or No?
z'hana: i prefer it, yes. but subtle things, hand holding, maybe a hand on my back or an arm around my shoulder. thancred: early on, we never did. once the rest of our friends (tataru) found us out, we started to be more open about it.
19. How often do you say I love you?
z'hana: frequently. all the time. thancred: i say it when the moment is right.
21. Out of the two of you, who would be the one to kill / get rid of the spider?
z'hana: he is. i hate them. thancred: i am.
22. Spicy What is your secret to getting the other in the mood?
z'hana: oh, you know. *nervous laughter* now that we’re not preventing a world ending calamity, he’s not difficult to get going. perhaps a certain look or turn of phrase. thancred: a kiss or a gentle touch. i’m sure you can figure it out from there.
23. Would you rather never kiss again or go a year without sex?
z'hana: a year without sex. it would be a challenge, but manageable so long as i can kiss him whenever i like. thancred: my drive for intimacy is quite high…. i’ll make the smart decision and defer to her.
24. Would you consider yourself lucky to have found each other ?
z'hana: yes. how could i not? thancred: unbelievably so. in truth, without her, i’d have succumbed to my desire for liquor… though we don’t speak of those days much anymore.
25. What is something your s/o does that cheers you up instantly?
z'hana: he’s quite charming, i’ll give him that; he never fails to make me smile in that regard. thancred: she’s very silly from time to time. her playfulness always brightens my day.
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darkwater-reservoir · 7 months
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A bunch of silly tsv doodles I did a bit ago based on reaction images saved to my phone
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waspgrave · 1 year
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Back to my roots and playing Charlie again to romance Nate and o god I love him. I missed them.
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woozi · 1 year
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thank u for giving this lil blog lots of love even though i'm not as active as i used to be 🥰
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localcryptidboy · 2 years
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dance with the dead dreamers
// tag as dersecest i pop your fucking lungs
variation without shades + flexing this lineart brush i got its so fucking good.
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rebellicnrising · 11 months
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WHO: kaleb ripley & dante @riiseandfall WHERE: a hallway near the training room WHEN: after the tribute interviews
he's not sure how he ended up here. at some point after max had left- ( or had he left max? truthfully, he doesn't remember )- kaleb had left that corner booth, waving off more of those insistent voices that demanded to withdraw their bets ( tomorrow, tomorrow-- i'll get with you tomorrow-- ) and slipped deeper into the tribute training center, hands in his pockets and his thoughts racing. it takes him a moment to realize what this places is- another hallway that circles above the training center, doubling as an observation deck- and his steps slow to a stop, turning to approach the windows that looked down into the large gymnasium-- the equipment, the training dummies, the weapons.
( it's all falling apart. ) before the games were said and done, he would lose every cent he'd made if things kept up as they were-- even now, he knows that if he were to check his messages, there'd be dozens upon dozens of notifications full of people wanting to withdraw their bets, voicing their own pieces of that outcry from the interviews. he should've told each and every last one of them no-- told them that they knew the rules, bets could not be withdrawn past the gamemakers scores being released, like he inevitably had to tell at least one asshole every fucking year; but this year wasn't like any other year. hell, even he can't condone what the games have brought this year-- and he's too tired to argue.
it's the only way he can think to describe it: tired. this bone deep ( sadness ) weariness that drags at him, weighing him down even as he stands there overlooking that training equipment. that heaviness in his chest that ached with loss-- the loss of business, loss of his mother ( no-- no, we're not feeling that here ) and the loss of -- ( don't. ) his own voice speaks the warning in his mind, trying to fight against how that ache in his heavy chest twinges, unable to stop the memory of the rose garden and purple glittering around wild blue eyes. ( i don't care what sort of monster you think you are or what you might become because of it because i'll love you in spite of it. -- you’ll love me? …you can’t. you shouldn’t—we have a rule-- ) it's a physical pain that shoots through his chest and hands reach for that railing that lines the overlooking windows, gripping tightly as his jaw clenches- fighting to keep his expression flat- and mind echoing with those four words; how the moment they were spoken, the rug had been pulled out from under his feet.
we have a rule-- -- he never expected he would be the one to break it. it had been a joke once upon a time- a ground rule established while they came down, sweaty and panting, limbs heavy with euphoria; he'd laughed when dante had said it-- kaleb ripley fall in love? make himself vulnerable and give another person power over him in such a way? it was fucking laughable-- goddamn preposterous. he hadn't fallen in love; love had crept quietly into his heart, climbing vines up his spine and twisting around his ribs before slipping silently into his heart and covering it from the inside out. love that bloomed when dante smiled, when he laughed. it had been so quiet, he hadn't realized it at first and tried to ignore it- to deny it-- only to have it slip from his mouth unbidden ( i'll love you in spite of it ), exposing just how deeply dante had rooted himself in kaleb's chest. the door to his heart had flung open without thought- ( i'll love you in spite of it-- the door is open, to welcome you home-- ) leaving him open and exposed and--
we have a rule -- -- and it had been this sharp reminder; that's not what this was, what was between them. he could lie to himself all he wanted but when it boiled down to it, it was a business transaction. ( that victor you parade on your arm like some sort of prize you have done nothing to earn-- ) a friendship if he were to be generous though it certainly hadn't been built the way of conventional friendship. he'd wanted to claim it was a slip of the tongue, play it off but the moment those words had left dante's mouth, all it sounded like was rejection-- a hurt that he pulled himself from as hard and fast as he could, slamming that door shut and barricading himself inside. ( we have a rule-- fucking fool, what did you think would happen? and what difference does it make in the end? what has any of this earned you aside from pain? ) they had a rule for a reason and it's echoing in his mind ( we have a rule-- ) playing in the background of the memory of his father's office ( -- your mother is dead because of you-- it should've been you-- )-- the screens above caesar broadcasting those executions and his mind supplanting his mother's frightened face in their place while a peacekeeper plays back the sound of his own voice in the rose garden tight with emotion ( you want to make them choke on it? // i'll love you in spite of it )-- and he can feel notification after notification roll in, vibrating against his thigh and he knows what they're all going to say and he can practically see the numbers of his accounts plummeting and every success he had fought for on his own is crumbling around him, the games looming ever closer and the clock ticking down those moments and who knew if he'd ever get another with--
( it's all falling apart. )
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the weight of the last 24 hours crashes on him and he feels so goddamn heavy and his mind is so unbearably loud-- this cacophony of noise that runs each thought over one another in this never ceasing loop of all these failures. there was no one else to blame, he was the orchestrator of his own demise, each choice leading to another and he was just now getting to see the domino effect of those choices; he just had to stand back and watch it all burn. he's aware of the sound of steps approaching and when he turns his head to investigate, shoulders tense and there's that urge left over from the tribute ball that whispers ( leave ) to himself at the approaching figure but he stands still, turning his face back towards the glass windows, staring out into that empty room. "you did well in the interview," he says to dante, eyes still glued ahead, voice calm and detached, "held your composure and played the part better than most."
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