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kirstyth · 1 year
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If I had any form of video editing skills whatsoever, the first thing I’d do is make a little edit that starts with that one line from Boomtown of Nine saying “Cardiff, early 21st century. Safest place in the universe” and then immediately cuts to a Torchwood Three chaos montage.
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bluzebub19 · 7 months
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NO SCARAB FICS?!! WAKE UP TUMBLR, WAKE UP, I NEED FOOD
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rpgchoices · 3 months
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Someone teach me how to mod games
I have ideas to expand marazhai's romance ... Please ..
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natjennie · 3 months
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do i have permission to say something horny.
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twilightarcade · 4 months
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Girls will just fuck up Big Time
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daddyn3xus · 5 months
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By going feral, would that mean you fucking me hard and cum multiple times then yes please.
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perhaps perhaps.....
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the-fatal-impact · 1 year
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There wasn’t any reason for Guardians of The Galaxy vol. 3 to break my heart like this, but they sure did…
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new turtle iteration but I can’t write so I’m just throwing down notes instead
m too yired
anyways
Raph and Mikey are twins n the oldest bc why not
They’ve got a slightly messier dynamic w each other bc twins are like that but with their younger siblings they’re a little more consistent
Mikey’s the hype man, the comforter, the “hey, it’s gonna be okay. c’mon, let’s go get you a Barbie bandaid and some stickers.” So very full of love
Raph’s a little more gruff like “…good job, kid”noogies and stuff uhh yeah
be very careful when Raph cries or Mikey gets pissed. both are extremely rare and indicative of a very serious situation. (Often Raph crying is what sets off Mikey)
so so I’m thinking Raph actually has anxiety (may haps??) and sort of converts those nerves into anger bc that’s easier for him to deal w. He hates feeling like a coward (maybe when he was little he ran away from smth important and vowed to never be afraid again) so he hates backing down from anything n can be very reckless. His main character arc would probably be learning that fear and courage aren’t mutually exclusive, and that acknowledging and accepting fear is a kind of courage in and of itself. Also being able to back out of something if it freaks him out.
uhh then Mikey’s actually the one with anger issues lmao (maybe??) he tries to hard to keep everyone positive bc his little brothers and twin rely on him to lift everyone up. He’s always trying to cheer people up n make sure everyone’s having fun and feeling supported. He hates hates hates any of his brothers being sad or hurt or upset, so he tries to keep them as happy and carefree as he can. (They’re already missing out on so many normal aspects of childhood, he wants to preserve what he can) He’s what keeps them afloat, so he never allows himself to be heavy. He shoves down his anger and messy feelings until he literally can’t anymore and then he goes deep into the sewers and like idk violently paints or screams or smth. His arc would probably be that it’s ok to not be happy, and to show that. Kinda like rise Raph’s whole thing abt relying on his brothers as they rely on him, but like,,, emotionally. He’s still a very cheerful, positive person, but he learns that having negative emotions and showing it is okay. I’m not sure any of this makes sense lmao
Uhhhh
Donnie the ultimate middle child (rip) craves validation like there’s no tomorrow, seriously it’s insane. The main reason he makes all his crazy tech stuff is bc he loves it when his family compliments his work. Dunno abt his main personality that’s more open to interpretation uhh. His arc would be about not only knowing he’s valued no matter what, but to value himself as well. Not attaching his entire self-esteem and self-confidence to what other people say, being able to take pride in himself. Idk.
heehoo it’s the baybee
Leo is a funny goofy silly little guy who’s always trying so so hard to catch up to his brothers. His brother Raph is so strong and tough and always knows what to do and Mikey is so nice and creative and funny, and Donnie is so smart and he does all these cool things and knows everything about everything. Leo’s just…. Leo. It’s frustrating for him, when his family praises his (idk) uhhh doodles or whatever the same way they praise Donnie’s projects because he knows it’s just because he’s the littlest and they don’t want to hurt his feelings. Nothing he does is really that special. (He’s jealous of Donnie for his many talents, being able to earn his brothers’ trust and pride. Donnie’s jealous of Leo because he gets all the love and affection Donnie wants without even really trying. Obviously this is mostly deeply buried bc they get along okay and really do love each other, but could be a reason for conflict n bickering often w that underlying tension) His arc could be some stuff about how you don’t have to be really really good at one thing in order to be an important member of the team. (It’s never been about being loved/valued bc he knows he is, it’s about earning it. Proving himself and truly deserving their pride and trust) and idk stuff surrounding that (I’m not a youngest child idk what goes on in their brains)
uhhh anyway that’s it
eye dee kay
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i-kvr · 11 months
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If I Only Could (Ivy Chronicles #5)
[x] [Full work available on AO3]
<< #1: "A7" I | << #2: The Bet | &lt;< #3: “A7” II | << #4: Butcher #5: If Only I Could _______________________________________________
Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Minho, Thomas, Newt
Summary: Thomas and Minho cope with Newt's loss at the Safe Haven.
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If I only could
Thomas heard the singing-humming as he entered the kitchen. It was Newt by the counter. His back turned to the door, he didn’t notice Thomas enter. Thomas didn’t make a sound; he wanted to appreciate this moment for a second longer before interrupting.
Mhmhm mhmhm deal with god
Newt kept humming when he didn’t know the lyrics anymore. He only did remember one verse, so the rest was all humming. But he remembered the melody, though, and it made for a beautiful piece of singing. And Thomas loved to hear it. Cooking was Newt’s favourite thing to do; and listening to him sing as he cooked was Thomas’s.
And I mhm mhm swap our places
At that moment Newt moved to grab something and he needed to move in a way that revealed his limping. Thomas was a bit caught by surprise. It was one of those situations when you realise what feels obvious, but it took you some realising either way. The sad story behind his limping was diametrically away from–but at the same time, in a way, completely twin with–the lyrics that he sang so tranquilly.
I’d be running up that road, be running up that hill
The sound of the voice which sang absently was accompanied only by the quick thuds of a knife’s blade against the wood of the table. Minho was almost with his back turned to the entrance to the tent. It could be possible for him to notice someone arriving, but he was too in an absent-minded focus, as he got, to see Thomas there. Minho developed an intense interest in cooking after they settled down at the Safe Haven.
Be running up that building
It gradually became more and more common for Thomas to enter the tent where they had the makeshift kitchen of the Haven and find Minho there, cooking, singing.
If only I could
Thomas always had to control himself not to go to Minho and touch him. He had to remember to announce himself, or he’d cause Minho to jump to the roof in a fright. Sometimes even just talking to announce himself made Minho jump a little. That’s how focused he got. Sometimes he’d quickly turn away from where Thomas stood and pretend to be very busy at the counter. Thomas learned to just leave him to his tears when that happened and pretend not to notice. Thomas thought it was the silliest thing in the world and would almost get mad at Minho for not allowing Thomas to help him, to be there for him and with him.
I’d make a deal with god. And get him to swap our places
But he learned that each person copes differently; and they need to do their thing. Minho was getting better at not suppressing his emotions, “Letting it flow,” just like Thomas himself and Newt had instructed him to do a million times back in the Glade.
Newt.
I’d be running up that road, be running up that hill.
But deep down Thomas understood Minho, and he felt the same, in a way. The will to hide the hurt. He sighed and, before he knew it, a tear was rolling down his cheek. The sigh made Minho look. Worry crossed his face when he noticed the moistness in Thomas’s face.
“What, what’s wrong?” He asked.
Thomas shook his head a little. “It’s nothing.”
If only I could
“You look just like him.”
_______________________________________________ [x] #5: If Only I Could << #1: "A7" I | << #2: The Bet | << #3: “A7” II | << #4: Butcher
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glxssybby · 2 years
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need to go on a late night drive with no destination, good music and weed😮‍💨
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If I Only Could
Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: Y’all - this ship is living in my brain & I can’t get it out. This isn’t the last you’ll see of my Steddie work. They deserve all the happiness in the fucking world!  Word Count: ~5K Warnings: There’s a tiny bit of smut in here, but it’s me writing, so when is that not the case? Summary:
He still felt the shocking cold of Eddie’s silver rings against sensitive skin. Steve didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but the soft touch was not it. None of the intimacy Steve shared with anyone else felt so all consuming. Until Eddie decided to close the space between them, Steve had only experienced kisses and caresses that were one dimensional. They were for pleasure and pleasure only. Eddie made everything technicolor, locking into all of his senses in a way that made Steve truly live the moment. Each second was to be admired and clung to, stored away for later perusal.
OR - a sorry excuse for a little fluffy PWP!
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“Robs, I think I’m going to take off.” Steve spoke as he pulled the dull vest off. Without the uniform on, Steve almost felt human again.
Robin’s answer was distracted when delivered a moment later – she looked like she was floating on happiness and endorphins, barely acknowledging him as he walked past. Steve shook his head with fondness, throwing a half-assed goodbye over his shoulder.
The cool night air caressed his skin, drawing up goosebumps that radiated and took over. His brain immediately connected the feeling to the previous evening where guitar calloused fingers ghosting over the back of his neck brought about the same feeling. Ducking into his car, Steve distractedly settled himself into the driver’s seat. Everything felt a little floaty, the recollection stuck in his mind making everything else disappear.
He still felt the shocking cold of Eddie’s silver rings against sensitive skin. Steve didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but the soft touch was not it. None of the intimacy Steve shared with anyone else felt so all consuming. Until Eddie decided to close the space between them, Steve had only experienced kisses and caresses that were one dimensional. They were for pleasure and pleasure only. Eddie made everything technicolor, locking into all of his senses in a way that made Steve truly live the moment. Each second was to be admired and clung to, stored away for later perusal.
Steve closed his eyes, leaning forward in his seat until he could rest his forehead against the smooth leather steering wheel. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Steve managed to get himself focused enough to start the car and get out of the parking spot before Robin saw the error of her ways and changed her mind. Now that he was free, Steve didn’t want to waste a second – Wayne Munson was working all night leaving Eddie all alone, and that just wouldn’t do.
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noneedtofearorhope · 1 year
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kill the carolers in your head
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wixiany · 2 years
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fellow writers, do you also find yourself using the same OCs in different fics?? it’s literally so much fun???
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sobbing-space-trash · 2 years
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Not my sleepy ass succumbing to the mimis!!😂😂🤭
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I’m in a “do not want to be around anyone, just want to chill by myself all the time and never talk” mood lately but not in a moody way. No negative emotions. Just do not want to socialize with anyone at alllllll
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