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rollinrabbit · 9 months
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🔥 the plastic's gonna melt if you're the one to make it hot
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clarkewayne · 6 months
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Since when do you care about anyone not named Jordan?
Jaz Sinclair and London Thor & Derek Luh as Marie Moreau and Jordan Li in GEN V (2023 - present)
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sparrowmoth · 11 months
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This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.
Please do not use, edit, or repost my art without permission.
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shaylai · 5 days
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I would've loved it if they fought side by side 😭
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cupofmilkyway · 3 months
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I promised old man yaoi and I HAD to deliver
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dykejaskier · 2 years
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Mason Alexander Park as Desire in The Sandman
I really got under your skin this time, didn't I? Next time, I'll draw blood.
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mockingjaysnakes · 2 months
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"i just wanted to say goodbye"
"i'll come with YOU"
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orkazh-arts · 6 months
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"Alex and I love each other deeply. And we are committed to each other deeply." ✨
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lackadaisicallizard · 7 months
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Sundays
Growing up, Regulus hated Sundays. 
Sundays were mornings spent in church, pretending to the world that they were a perfect family. Sundays were stuffy clothes and tight ties wrapped around throats spouting nothing but lies about the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. 
Sundays were carefully coordinated games disguised as family lunches, the entire extended family coming together to outdo each other in just how well they were doing. Sundays were masterclasses in manipulation, lies and deceit. 
But now, fifteen years later on the most ordinary of all days, Regulus can hear voices coming from the kitchen. 
“I think that’s enough eggs, Haz, why don’t you add more flour now?” 
“How much do I need to add?” 
“I have no idea, just pour until it looks right.” 
Sliding on his slippers, Regulus makes his way out of the bedroom and down the hall, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen. He leans against the doorframe for a moment, watching the scene in front of him. 
“How’s it going there?” His husband peers into the mixing bowl that seems to have more eggs in it than any hen could feasibly lay in a year. 
“The flour won’t come out of the bag,” Harry says with a frown. 
“Try banging on the end of it,” James suggests and before Regulus can even consider stepping in to stop him, their son does just that. He is far too much like his father for his own good sometimes. 
Flour ends up everywhere. 
“Papa’s going to kill me,” Harry groans through a layer of white dust. 
“Papa doesn’t have to know,” James says, “you finish the batter and I’ll clean it up.” 
Harry stirs it, a puff of flour rising into the air. “I think it may be beyond saving now, Dad.” 
“J’en ai marre,” their heads whip around at the sound of Regulus’ voice, both faces a similar mask of concern. “You two are useless.” 
He steps into the kitchen now, holding out his hand for the bowl, which Harry passes him with a guilty expression. “I love you?” 
Regulus’ own expression softens completely at that and he places the bowl on the counter before holding out his arms for his son. Harry moves into them without hesitation, being pulled into a warm embrace and leaning into his father. “Tu es la lumière de ma vie,” Regulus says, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry’s soft curls before pulling back and looking at him in the eyes. “That doesn’t mean you can get flour all over my kitchen though, compris?” 
“Oui papa, désolé. We were just trying to make you breakfast in bed.” 
“It’s true,” James cuts in, a smile pulling up the corner of his lips, “we know you’ve had a long week so we thought we’d make some pancakes.” 
Regulus smiles back, he can’t help himself. “I’m not sure which one of you thought you could pull that off considering the great scrambled egg fiasco last month.” 
“Those eggs were delicious and you know it!” 
“I had to go to the store for more and make them myself.” 
“… my comment still stands,” James says with a grin and Regulus rolls his eyes at his husband. 
“Harry, go and fetch the chocolate chips from the cupboard and I’ll attempt to salvage this.” 
Harry disappears into the pantry and as Regulus starts to decanter as much flour as he can from the very floury bowl, he feels arms wrap around him from behind. 
“I’m sorry about the flour,” James’ voice is low in his ear. 
Regulus hums. “I would say I’m surprised, but I’m not.” 
A soft chuckle followed by lips against his hair. “I’m also sorry for ruining your Sunday, love. I know it’s the first day you’ve had off in a while.” 
But the thing is, he hasn’t. 
Because Regulus knows what a bad Sunday feels like. They’re ingrained into his brain. 
But this right here? Making far too much batter to even out the mountain of flour that he can’t salvage from the bowl. Allowing his son to add almost an entire bag of chocolate chips to the mixture. Watching his husband smother a tower of pancakes with syrup and whipped cream. Cleaning up an incredibly messy kitchen together as a family after they’ve done. 
Well, this is what Sundays are now. They’re not perfect, or proper, or in the least bit civilised. 
And he loves every one. 
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praetorqueenreyna · 2 years
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Dream creating a sexy nightmare man with three mouths that loves to suck dick: it's for the good of humanity
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urjustaguyonahorse · 3 months
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if poseidon showed up to sally as a rich ginger british ocean boy who is that sincere, nobody can blame her for falling in love with somebody she couldn't keep
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lostyesterday · 4 months
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Kira and Kai Winn have one of the most fascinating dynamics in DS9, in my opinion. All of their interactions are charged with so many emotions – pity and jealousy and contempt and longing. They are narrative foils – Kira who never seeks power yet is granted it anyway over and over, and Winn who has desperately sought power all her life but who finds herself always unsatisfied. Kira with an incredible strength of faith but who never hides her uncertainties, and Winn who tries desperately to hide her deep insecurities and the faith within herself she can never find to be strong enough. And Winn hates Kira and envies her and admires her. And Kira detests the actions Winn has taken and yet still empathizes with her and still must reckon with the fact that Winn is an integral part of the religious system that Kira places her faith in.
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morethanwonderful · 2 months
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Sorry but I cannot stop thinking about DirkJake in the epilogues. Not even them during the actual body of the epilogues, but everything that's implied about their relationship over the seven years between them winning the game and John's choice.
Like, Dirk and Jake dated for five months and broke up when they were sixteen years old. And ever since then, for the past seven years, they have apparently been caught in this bizarre on and off situationship. Dirk is so bitter about Jake in Meat, and we never even get told what happened between them directly. We just get little hints and gestures toward what went down.
We know that Dirk and Jake were hooking up at some point over the past seven years. We don't even know whether they actually tried again at a relationship at some point or if they just had sex a couple of times, but we know it was something. We know it was enough for Dirk to consider himself heartbroken over. We know that Jake has apparently spent his young adulthood having ridiculous amounts of sex with ridiculous numbers of people, which means there probably wasn't any long-term monogamy. (Not that people in committed relationships can't agree to also have sex with other people, but we both know Dirk Strider is too possessive for that). We know that Dirk continued to be overbearing enough that what Jake wants most (when not mind-controlled) is to feel as independent from Dirk as possible.
And like, the implications about the dynamic when they are together, christ. Dirk narrates in Jake's head about the last time they "didn't hook up," which "didn't happen," and the way he says it makes me certain that "this didn't happen" is a Jake line that Dirk's bitter about. Dirk also, after the last time they hooked up, swore to never enter Jake's house again. Out loud, dramatically, to Jake. Worst of all, there's one line in Dirk's villain monologue toward the end of Meat that implies he's faked and/or played up being suicidal before just as a ploy to get in Jake's pants.
Hell, in Candy, Jane straight-up calls them codependent. She's not exactly an objective arbiter, but still.
Jake and Dirk's dynamic in that seven year gap is so fascinatingly dysfunctional and bizarre. They can't stand each other they're never even dating they're obsessed with each other they're having messy sex on the regular they're "friends" they're breaking up all the time. They do an incredibly sweaty and homoerotic wrestling TV show together five nights a week. They're celebrities. Jake has the most famous dick in the troll kingdom and Dirk barely leaves his workshop. I want to study them.
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autiacorart · 10 months
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boys about to fight/kiss
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silverwolf866 · 4 days
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RadioApple fanart I made last month, I keep forgetting to post on this blog. xP
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