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inafieldofdaisies · 10 months

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John Seed, a fashion icon, confirmed.

Not me accidentally finding a possible inspo for his outfit from a fashion show. First, LOOK AT THE VEST. Buttons, fit, even the smaller details match to the one he wears. Then we have the same color belt, shirt (unbuttoned and rolled up), jeans and boots. Even a watch.

Tagging, @adelaidedrubman @strangefable, thought you might like this find 😂

#john seed #john seed core #i'm just rambling don't mind me #fc5 #far cry 5 #character reference #far cry 5 fandom #fc5 fandom #character inspiration

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i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end · 1 year

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Can we please talk about the fact that Watson receives a telegram that Holmes has fallen ill and immediately rushes down to Lyon in just 24 hours?? The urgency and the devotion of it is just breaking my heart :,)

And Watson and the story in general are taking mental illness seriously and treat it as phenomenon mixed with but not reduced to Holmes' physical exhaustion. Holmes is sick, he needs to rest, but at the same time he's intrigued by the new case and Watson is just trying to make sure he doesn't overdo it again. I especially like the domesticity between them at the beginning. :)

And then the local inspector gets Holmes to work the case, and comes back some time later a bit confused like Uhm, are you sure Mr Holmes has recovered, he's acting really weird, and Watson, despite likely having mixed feelings abuot Holmes getting back to work already just says Nah, he's always like that <3

And Holmes is just in such a good mood, Watson, your country-trip has been a distinct success, I have had a charming morning, and all of this just shows how close they are, I can't get over it. :) Seriously, where's all the fanfic about this? :)

#sherlock holmes #john watson #acd canon #letters from watson #the reigate squires #I'm just rambling don't mind me

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tinfairies · 11 days

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Lucy loves with her whole heart and soul. She has so much kindness to give. So much happiness to spread and seeing her be completely broken at the end of the season had me in tears.

She didn't deserve that. Rose didn't deserve that. Max didn't deserve that. Shady Sands didn't deserve that. The NCR isn't perfect but they were trying.

They were people trying to live and Vault Tec came in and destroyed the oasis they made all because Hank was butthurt that his wife didn't want to be a part of his capitalism cult and obey their rules.

It's so true to real life that it makes my chest hurt.

#tin talks #lucy maclean #fallout prime #monkey d garp #fallout 2024 #I'm just rambling don't mind me #The NCR is definitely corrupt in some ways don't even get me started on Bitter Springs

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ghostshug · 4 months

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The thing about Dottore is that I prefer him to be grotesque. I want him to be monstrous and cold and unforgiving.

Imagine an individual who seldom blinks, their mere presence evoking a sympathetic welling of tears in your own eyes. Regardless of his outward demeanor, an unsettling undercurrent persists. As if some forgotten instinct within you warns of a lurking predator...

Despite this, he can play to his strengths. With a mix of charm and manipulation, he skillfully earns your trust only to orchestrate your death on a whim.

#il dottore #I'm just rambling don't mind me #...#I ordered a plushie and its super late and I'm going to go insane if I don't get that plushie hhhhaha #soooo writing about dottore here #why??? idk #headcanon #or something #whatever #genshin impact

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goldenworldsabound · 7 months

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Awhsvsjshdjs still flailing over Kerioyl sksgsjshd I did finish that first kiss prompt art though... that's probably part of why I'm still vibrating actually- aksvsnsbshs >//////< I'm just down so insanely bad I cannot. Convey.

He's just so... the little tidbits the light novels give are really nice... just little bits of characterization. But one big thing is they really highlight how much he cares about his people. And that he's quite strong and capable himself. They talk about him sparring with one of the protags who has essentially super strength and he still wins because he has skills and she really doesn't wlsgsjshsjhs

But um I went oh 😳 we could sparring...and that's about as far as that thought got because I got a bit flustered sksbdkdbdkgd I think he would typically win since I'm more of a long range evasive fighter but- wkshshs

Ends up pinned, no doubt ///

#duo of dorks #I'm just rambling don't mind me #read 3 LNs in 2 days sjshsjshhd #are you normal or-

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truetgirl · 2 years

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Been thinking lately and just. It is so hard to convey how huge it has been to realize my life really, truly, belongs to me.

#kelly things #it's a game changer #really grasping that #god so many things #so many ways I didn't realize I was in pain #I'm just rambling don't mind me

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kingpippthe2nd · 8 months

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It took me until this week to realise how much season two has changed my perspective on... well almost everything Good Omens.

I finally rewatched season 1 for the first time since Neil broke my stupid little heart. Honestly, I had convinced myself that I was over the heartbreak.

Do I torture myself on this website on a regular basis? Yes. Do I refuse to read fics without a "hurt/comfort" tag? Yes. But I was fine. I was healing. I was good. I was over it.

Did episode 3 hit differently after everything I'd been through after S2? A bit. But nothing I didn't expect.

And then there was S1E6. The Ritz. Nightingales. And I just wasn't ready. I had heard that song a thousand times throughout the last few weeks. But context does seem to matter. Because here I was, three notes in, sobbing mercilessly.

This scene used to be a safe space for me. A warm little patch of sunshine to curl up in, when I felt down. It was hot cocoa on a rainy autumn day. It projected to so much love and comfort. And now it's all twisted.

The contrast to S2E6 couldn't be sharper. Oh, what a beautiful web of similarities Neil has woven for us. Here are our two favourite idiots, smiling at each other, so in love, not a care in the world, because the world is safe and they are toasting it. Yet I know, what the future holds for them. I know, how incapable of truely communicating they are. I know, how they will break each others hearts, paving each others way to hell with all the best intentions.

You have to hand to Neil. He really knows how to tell a good story.

I haven't dared to listen to " A Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square" in the last week. It will take me a good long while to work up the courage again.

I don't even know, how to end this mess of a post. I just hope, Neil will bring the song back in season 3 and make it be all fluffy and comfortable and lovely again.

To the world, my friends.

#no hot takes to be found here #i'm just rambling #don't mind me #I'm fine #nightingales or no nightingales that's the question #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #neil gaiman

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unclewaynemunson · 7 months

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Alt version of this post bc too many people asked for both <3

It's Saturday night and, like almost every Saturday night, Eddie wishes he didn't have to be at some jock party. The flashing lights, the scent of cheap mixed drinks, the incredibly mediocre loud music... And worst of all, the fucking jocks. Everywhere.

'Eddie!'

He looks up to find Steve, with a dopey smile on his face, basically skipping towards him and throwing his arms around his neck. Oh. He didn't know Steve still went to parties like those. Hadn't seen him at any of them in a while. But as soon as he gets wrapped up in an enthusiastic full-body hug, he decides there's one jock, and one jock only, that he doesn't mind running into at those parties.

'Eddie, what're you doin' here?' There's an unfocused look in his eyes and he wobbles on his legs a little bit, grabbing tighter onto Eddie for support. The touch burns through Eddie's t-shirt and he tries to ignore the shiver running down his spine.

'I didn't know you liked parties!' Steve drops his voice, slurring: 'I thought you hated the jocks.'

Eddie can't help but smile. 'I hate all jocks but one, big boy,' he tells Steve. 'Not here to party, only to get some cash.' He rattles with the metal lunchbox in his hands to illustrate his point. 'Can you let me go now so I can get on with my business, pretty please?'

'Noooo,' Steve says with an exaggerated pout. 'I'm too happy you're here! Dance with me!'

Eddie chuckles. 'I don't think you're in any state to dance right now. Jesus, Stevie, I don't think I've ever seen you this wasted before. Thought you were planning to pick up a girl tonight?'

'I was,' Steve says, suddenly sounding oddly serious. 'But it doesn't matter. Just needed to forget. The rum helped, too.' He frowns. 'Til you showed up.'

'Forget what?' Eddie asks, trying to make sense of this drunken string of words.

Something happens; something that's been happening quite often lately. Steve's eyes flash downwards, just for a second, right to where Eddie's lips are.

Eddie's heartbeat involuntarily picks up speed.

'What did you need to forget, Steve?' Eddie asks again.

'Can't tell you,' Steve mumbles so softly that Eddie can barely make it out over the loud music. 'I don't wanna make you feel guilty. I'm not judging you, y'know. 'S fine.'

He abruptly lets go of Eddie and takes a step away from him, stumbling right into some girl who pushes him back with an annoyed scoff; if Eddie weren't still standing right behind him, he would've fallen on his ass for sure.

'Alright, you're not making any sense tonight, big boy, but I can't in good conscience let you stay here by yourself. How 'bout I'll drive you home?'

Eddie glances at his watch. If he hurries, he can probably still be back to do what he came here for before the good part of the party is over. He does kinda need the cash.

'Can't,' says Steve. 'Can't go home with you.' Something in his voice is breaking and suddenly there are tears in his eyes, and Eddie still doesn't understand what's wrong; he feels like he's overlooking something huge, something that should be obvious.

'Let's just go outside to talk, then?' he suggests.

'Can't. Dance with me, Eddie.'

But when Eddie starts gently tugging Steve towards the open door leading to the garden, Steve easily lets himself be led outside. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when the cool night air reaches his lungs, as if one gulp of fresh air will instantly make him sober up. But he's still swaying on his feet, making Eddie grab onto him tighter.

Eddie likes to think of himself as moderately strong, but unfortunately, hauling 180 pounds of muscled jock around is starting to take its toll on him. He spots a bench in a secluded corner of the garden and guides Steve towards it.

'This better?' he asks.

'Yeah,' Steve breathes out. Even now that they're both sitting down, Steve keeps clinging onto him. 'Look at the stars, Eddie.'

Eddie looks up at the scattering of lights twinkling far above them - but he can feel Steve's eyes still burning into his face.

When he directs his gaze back to the guy sitting next to him, Steve's face is even closer than before. The starlight is reflected in his hazy eyes, tiny specks of silver hidden in various shades of brown and black.

'I wish I could kiss you,' Steve whispers, looking at Eddie with nothing but admiration behind that glassy drunk gaze.

Eddie almost forgets to breathe. He knows that it seemed like he and Steve were headed exactly toward something like this for a while now, but he still can hardly believe that it is real. That Steve Harrington is really looking at him like he's just as precious as the stars in the sky above them.

He brings up a hand, gently caresses Steve's soft cheek.

'Maybe you don't have to wish,' he whispers back, unable to stop his eyes from flashing towards Steve's beautiful lips for a moment. 'Tomorrow. When you're not drunk anymore. If you still remember this.'

'No.' Steve shakes his head, so fiercely it makes his hair flap in all directions and his complexion at least two shades paler. 'Can't.'

'Why do you keep saying that, Steve?' Eddie asks softly.

'Cause.' For a moment Eddie thinks Steve is gonna grab his ass, but then... he randomly frees Eddie's handkerchief – the one with the skulls – from his back pocket.

'Cause of the Russians.'

Eddie can only stare at him in confusion.

'They tied me up,' Steve all but whispers. Eddie hates how small and broken his voice suddenly sounds.

He has always known – broadly speaking – about what happened to Steve and Robin miles beneath Starcourt last year. He's never actually heard Steve talk about the details, though. All he knows is that he and Robin were captured by Russian spies and somehow made it out alive. He could always see how difficult it was for Steve to talk about it whenever it came up, but he never wanted to pry. And now here they are, at some goddamn high school jock party of all places, and all of a sudden Steve willingly brings it up.

'I was with Robin,' Steve continues, still in that scared and broken voice. 'And they tied us to a chair. We couldn't move. And they – they hurt me. They hit me. 'Til I was bleeding all over. I thought I was gonna die. Robin thought I was dead.'

'Jesus Christ, Steve,' Eddie breathes out, tightening his grip around Steve's torso.

'So I can't,' Steve mumbles, holding up Eddie's handkerchief as if it's some kind of logical explanation for whatever it is he's trying to tell Eddie.

'Wh- What?'

'I know what it means, Eddie,' he says, as if he's even remotely making sense right now. 'You know John?'

'Who the hell is John?' Eddie only keeps finding himself more and more lost in this conversation.

'My cousin,' Steve says, like it's obvious, like he's ever talked about some cousin named John to Eddie before. 'The one in New York. He knows all about that shit, right? He sends me the good magazines sometimes when my parents aren't home. That's how I know.'

'Know what?'

Steve only waves around with that stupid handkerchief again.

'You're flagging, aren't ya? You like pain. Like BS... BM...'

Eddie feels his jaw drop.

'What the fuck are you talking about?' he asks. 'It's – this is a metal thing. It looks metal. I literally have no idea what you're – flagging?'

Now Steve's face finally mirrors the confusion Eddie has been feeling for the past ten minutes.

'Are you serious?' he asks, for one second showing more clarity in his eyes than Eddie has seen all evening.

Eddie nods.

'So it's not...' Steve stops himself, swallows, frowns. 'You're not into, like, hurting people and shit?'

And finally, it all clicks together in Eddie's mind: the repeated chorus of I can't, the story about the Russians, the goddamn handkerchief... Flagging. BDSM.

'Why the hell would I get off on hurting you, Steve?' is all he can get out of his mouth.

And Steve honest-to-Satan starts giggling; it sounds so relieved that Eddie kinda feels like giggling too, scary metal image be damned.

'I dunno, it's more common than you think,' Steve mumbles. 'I wouldn't judge you, alright? But I knew I could never give you that. No matter how much I like you. And then you'd get bored of me.'

'Oh, Steve,' Eddie whispers out. 'You don't need to worry 'bout that, I swear. For all I care, we can have the most vanilla sex in the world forever. Or never have sex at all. As long as it's with you... I'm good.' Eddie cringes as soon as the words leave his mouth: it sounds too cheesy, too sincere. He kinda hopes Steve will have forgotten this particular part of their conversation tomorrow morning.

But Steve doesn't look at him like he thinks it's stupid at all: his eyes are wide and he's smiling a soft smile.

'You sure? You won't get bored?'

Eddie chuckles. Now that he's being too goddamn cheesy anyway, he might as well double down on it. 'I can't imagine getting bored of getting to hold this body in a million fucking years. In any way you'll have me.'

Steve heaves out a relieved sigh before he buries his head against Eddie's chest.

'Can I bring you home, now?' Eddie asks.

There's a twinkle in Steve's eyes when he lifts his head again.

'Ooohhh... You wanna have the most vanilla sex in the world with me now?'

A chortle escapes Eddie's lungs.

'Um, maybe tomorrow, when you're not drunk off your ass,' he answers with a wink. 'For tonight, just lemme get you to bed, 'kay?'

'Okay, big boy,' Steve answers, and Eddie can't help but laugh before he presses a kiss against Steve's forehead.

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #thought i'd finally put in my own 2 cents about them hanky debate #if you even care #seriously have fun with your hc's however you like but #let's address the trauma here alright #(and let them have the most boring vanilla sex forever i guess)#can you tell i'm in my soft steddie era?#I JUST NEED THEM TO BE SOFT GODDAMNIT #maybe it's my own yearning but LET THEM BE SOFT #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #fruity ficlet #tw alcohol

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nervocat · 19 days

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Boothill gives cat vibes honestly.. like he'd be the cat to follow you around and stay attached to your hip when he doesn't have anything to do.

Very affectionate as well. Since his head is the only thing he can feel your touch from, he'll nuzzle into the crook of your neck like a cat would bump it's head against you asking for affection.

Boothill likes to put his weight on you as well. He'll lay on your chest, when your standing he'll hug your wait from the back and lean on you (which makes you stumble bc of his heavy metal body, but you manage to (maybe) stay standing. Maybe you'd fall).

On the other side though, he's very sassy. Pobably. Like Boothill would bite you (playfully + spitefully, depending), keep you from moving, say (silly) snarky remarks, you get it. Maybe.

But yeah um. I'm tired and ik I have more thoughts on this specificly but I can post more later.. gn reader btw and didn't proofread this.

#💭 — ⌗nervo rambles . ★#my tired mind decided to make a little smth for him #so #boothill x reader #not formatting with how I do when I write my fics..#I'm tired still 😞😞#eepy #this my my way of writting for him tho guys #I've gotta do chores tho I'm so overdue me cats are probably hungry #also for my mutuals I based some of this off of my cat..#so ya....#might delete later tho bc I don't rlly like this #I just think he's a silly little cat #like my little fella Tuxiedo 🫶🫶

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evol-astraea · 2 months

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Jumping onboard the Gabriel (and V1) in a dress bandwagon.

But the idea for the dresses comes from Gundam - The Witch from Mercury. :P

More specifically, the dresses for the viwes Suletta and Miorine from the ball episode (here's an official artwork by the concept character artist Mogumo).

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #gabv1el #evolarts #I'm physically unable to draw V1 correctly each time #infact I forgot the wings too but they are A PAIN to draw #let's pretend they're detachable/modular and V1 left them somewhere or else they wouldn't fit in the dress ha #also I think the colors suit them bc like #BLOOD IS RED #while that blue is 100% more fitting for an angel #just rambling at this point don't mind me

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inafieldofdaisies · 9 months

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WIP poll tag | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @black-dragon-posting and @direwombat ❤️

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

So this is going to be a bit different since I only have one main WIP and I'd be including drabble ideas I never got around to fleshing out, but still have on rotation in my thoughts.

Tagging @adelaidedrubman @jillvalentinesday @poisonedtruth @madparadoxum @josephseedismyfather @g0dspeeed @florbelles @clicheantagonist @strangefable @corvosattano @euryalex @josephslittledeputy @henbased @voidika @theelderhazelnut @aceghosts and anyone that would like to do the tag

#wip poll #wip poll tag #tagged <3 #wip stuff #i'm just rambling don't mind me #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #wip: in hope of tomorrow #oc: sabrina donovan #oc: oakley moore #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #ocs #wip tag #wip game

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petersthree · 2 years

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Someone: Hey, you okay?

Me: Noir had his face and his voice stolen from Soldier Boy both metaphorically with the movie deals and literally with their fight. Soldier Boy not only put him down at every turn, but Noir went from Earving, a clearly outspoken man who wanted to visibly be a Black hero to a masked silent supe who is now labeled as Homelander as “representing all races” because nobody cares enough to know who’s under the mask. Noir dedicated his entire life to Vought out of principle and then because he had to, and partly because of Homelander, only for him to find out it was all a lie. He imagines feeling comforted like he felt comforted as a child, probably one of his last few safe spaces he remembers. The mascots are his way of having friends because nobody actually cares to know him as a person, Homelander is content with having a brick wall to project his emotions onto with no thought on Noir’s emotions, and Noir is just scared and sad and lonely and wants comfort, and he just needs a friend, a real genuine friend.

Me: Haha nothing hbu :)

#the boys #the boys spoilers #black noir #don't mind me i'm just! emo lmao!#janie rambles #tv: the boys

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lucy-ghoul · 9 days

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can't believe a show based on a videogame (usually games adaptations are notoriously bad, which isn't the case here tho) gave me the beauty and the beast/twisted mirrors/enemies to traveling companions/ruthless antihero+optmistic but still badass heroine who takes none of his shit/age gap but make it sexy dynamic of my dreams. as much as i love maximus and i think he deserves the best writing ever because 1. he's a clever deconstruction of the aspiring Knight bro who's actually a bit of a loser and, as much as lucy, sees the world in black&white at first and then doesn't get what he thought he wanted but what he needs (or at least i hope he'll eventually get it), and 2. he's a cutie and i want an epic love story for him too, it's very funny how they tried to give us a puppy kind of romance and the tumblr girlies still fixated on the "toxic ~she bites his finger off and he cuts hers off and sews it on his hand in what we'll pretend it's a symbolic marriage rings exchange or whatever~ asshole who used to be a nice guy/good girl™ with a lot of spunk and hidden anger but unshakeable morals" kind of relationship.

#mind you idt the writers will ever have the guts to go for this pair or anything and i'm perfectly okay with the maximus/lucy romance #but still. they tried to give us the wholesome love story between two cuties with a killer side #and the fandom went ~mmmh we kinda want for that girl and the noseless radioactive ghoul to fuck nasty actually #shhdhdhf i'm sorry but this was so predictable to me. conosco i miei polli #also. i don't fully understand those who see it as a father/daughter thing? just because it worked on tlos #doesn't mean we need the same kind of dynamic here #1. despite him being an actual father (or at least. he was 200+ years ago) i've never seen a less paternal character than the ghoul lmao #2. lucy is an adult woman. young but in her mid twenties i guess? cooper had (and maybe still has) a daughter but the kid was like. 6 or 7?#lucy doesn't need a daddy she's a grown up. stop infantilizing women all the freaking time #let them be fully equals!! let them be bickering road trip companions/a killer squad/tentative allies who eventually form a real bond #i SWEAR if the writers go full parent/child bs with them in s2 because they're more popular #(at least on ao3. i don't expect the same level of insanity from the general audience)#than the canon ship i'll riot. idt they will but still #..... maybe they should go for a hot max/lucy/coop polycule instead. that would be interesting lmao #vaultghoul #fallout #val rambles in the tags #val speaks #txt

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