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oliveoomph · 8 months

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Stephanie Nur as Aaliyah Amrohi

Special Ops: Lioness - s01e07 - "Wish the Fight Away"

#aaliyah amrohi #stephanie nur #special ops: lioness #special ops lioness #aaliyah x cruz #s01e07 #wish the fight away #this has me utterly by the throat #can i get pregnant from this #ovaries go boom #it's all i think about #come here #couldn't help myself #had to make these #gifs by olive

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soldrawss · 2 years

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Y’all asked and I ANSWERED

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justatree75 · 6 days

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i'm getting so autistic about stray gods rn it's a problem (and i don't want to fix it)

#stray gods #i'm dead #the sheer variety is killing me #it's all i think about #literally so me-core #i am the target audience exactly actually #i just watched an hour long video about it and all i wanna do is play it #gonna actually die

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mygirljunhee · 2 months

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Can't stop thinking about this gif of Junhee in particular:

He's dangling and fighting for his life like an anxious cat who knows he just fucked up

#look at this majestic man #absolutely incredible #it's all i think about #junhee #addy.txt

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howilyte · 4 months

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I'm currently hyperfixated on the lakes by @mrsnancywheeler and I decided to make a playlist dedicated to Conway because I relate to him too heavily-

Songs are in order of how I imagine his story (falling in love, seeing reader with Finnick, allowing her back in, and then realization during the games leading to his death~ bonus points if his death date was on the 30th)

This is still a wip so expect edits and changes!

#spotify #thg #thg oc #thgoc #thelakes #oc playlist #hunger games oc #hunger games #the lakes #the lakes fanfic #ive never done this before #so idek if it's good #im very sorry if it's ooc #i just love this fic so much #i needed to do something #the voices in my head won't stop #it's all I think about #poor conway

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chalkbird · 1 year

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with how many times zac reiterates that pib is small. so small. tiny. and also little. i think it should be canon that pib is a jellicle cat.

#it's all i think about #he is so small #just a leetle guy #tiny cat people #i love him so dearly #neverafter #zac oyama #puss in boots #pib my beloved #d20 pib #pib neverafter #dimension 20 #d20 #dropout #cats the musical #jellicle cats #id in alt text #id included

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tardxsblues · 1 year

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happy two weeks to the loss of my peace and sanity because i watched face the raven/heaven sent/hell bent all in one go

#it's all i think about #morning noon and night #i'm just just thinking about the pain #i'm so normal about media #doctor who #twelve #clara oswald #whouffaldi #dw spoilers

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purpcse · 18 days

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paul asking everybody to call him little hippy hoppy mouse that he saw with his mommy is such an uwu move

#// ooc #it's all i think about #which one of his mentors taught him the ways of uwu #was it gurney i think it was

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ashyblondwaves · 8 months

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I just want to know more about Alex and Henry as dads.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #since her AMA the other day #it's all i think about #we better get something #a sequel #another book #SOMETHING

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nightlyrayne · 2 months

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My brain is divided into four sections. One section contains Our Life: Beginning and Always content. Another containing Hogwarts Legacy Content, mainly filled with love and thoughts of Ominis Gaunt . The third section taken up by BG3 and everything in or surrounding it. And the four sections spews endless different song lyrics for Hazbin Hotel (and Helluva Boss). My Hyper-fixations that still have a tight hold on me

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #hogwarts legacy #our life: beginnings & always #olba #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hyperfixation #hyperfixations #these things consume my every waking thoughts #from the moment i wake up #to the moment i go to bed #it's all i think about

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fazcinatingblog · 5 months

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All I want in the big bash is to see another wicketkeeper defy the laws of cricket and wear short sleeves and a floppy hat

#please #cricket #it's all i think about #like all the wicketkeepers have meetings and discuss how important it is to wear long sleeves #Seb got invited to one and ate all the complimentary biscuits so they don't invite him back #he's left out of the group chat #they talk about him at meetings sometimes as a warning case #'look what happens when you don't wear long sleeves' they say as they show an x ray of Seb's bent finger #Tim Paine also gets talked about but in a different way #in hushed tones #he used to be their leader but then he disappeared and no one has seen him since

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cutiekelley · 2 years

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I know that we all already know that Would've, Could've, Should've is connected to Dear John, but like.

I CANNOT stop thinking about the way that the only time she sings "should've" in the song is when she sings the whole title. The other two have examples in the song multiple times ("you could've spit me out at the first chance" "I would've stayed on my knees") You know where she does say should've though?

DEAR JOHN

I SHOULD'VE KNOWN

#taylor swift #would've could've should've #dear john #midnights #speak now #idk if someone has pointed this out yet?#but i don't care #it's all i think about

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pondsphuwin · 2 years

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last kinnporsche saturday for lord knows how long

#i won't know what to do with my life once this show is over #it's all i think about #kinnporsche #kp thoughts

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sparrowmoth · 2 years

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The Midnight Train (Going Anywhere) • [AO3]

Teen | 1.3K+ (WIP) | Malvil | Romantic Fluff, Humour, Dating, Travel

A/N: This was inspired by the travel vlogs from Solo Solo Travel (on Youtube) which I like watching a normal amount and a bounty of excellent conversations with my beloved @villainsnest, who is the primary audience for this fic, why lie... but I hope y'all like it, too. ;)

CW: The only thing of note thus far is Vil's anxious thought processes and implied self-worth issues.

Chapter One: Prologue

Tonight, the moon looks twice as full as it should be. Maybe it��s just that Vil’s mind is full to bursting and he feels so small in the face of the question of, Should I? Should I ask him? He holds tense, with his arms around him, knees to his chest as he lays on his bed, staring out through the glass doors to his empty, moonlit balcony—

There is no one there, but any minute now, there might be.

“Malleus,” he murmurs—says the name like practice, like the start to a question, but there is nothing else. How will he ask what he wants when he can’t even say it—not even here alone? He’s so choked up.

With a groan of frustration, he rolls onto his stomach and stretches his limbs out, pounding fists into his mattress in a silent tantrum.

His cat, white and long-furred, on the ledge of a window across the room, turns her head to regard him with a judgemental stare. Mrow, she remarks, and when that is not acknowledged, she stands with an arched back, fur fluffed in indignation, and leaps down onto the rug.

Vil lifts his head from where he had buried it amidst the folds of his duvet. He cracks a smile to see his cat there on the edge of the bed, posturing proudly but clearly seeking attention. He clicks his tongue for her to come and offers a hand, which she draws nearer to sniff at; finally, she relents and indulges her desire, pushing into Vil’s palm and purring loud with contentment—

“You’re beautiful,” Vil whispers as he strokes her down her spine.

They lay like that a while in the dark and quiet, peaceful enough to simply drift into dreams—if Vil were tired at all, or at least his mind were quiet, too. He might stand a chance, then, but not like this—

He is haunted by the question. That, and whether he’ll even ask.

Again, he buries his face into the folds of his duvet. He sighs in a way that seems to empty his lungs. Still, his fingers weave slowly through the silk of his cat’s fur and he finds comfort enough there that he doesn’t despair long. No, instead, an idea strikes him—

“Prada,” he whispers, looking up into his cat’s eye’s. They are slits when he finds them, but he repeats her name and she blinks them partly open, showing slivers of emerald. “I need your opinion on something.” His voice is soft but serious. “Will you be honest?”

Prada opens her mouth—then simply yawns.

Unfazed, Vil presses on: “Meow once if you agree to be honest.”

Mrow, comes the delicate answer, just as quiet as Vil is speaking.

He nods and pushes up onto his elbows, glancing out to the balcony beyond the glass doors before he leans down into Prada’s face, their noses touching, conspiratorially close now—

“I want to ask Malleus on a date,” Vil confesses to the cat, who slow blinks as she listens. “I mean, a real date, off campus—as far as we can go, just the two of us.” I hope. He won’t insist on it, of course.

“I was thinking…” He trails off, biting his lip before remembering himself against the impulse. It’s an ugly habit and he won’t excuse it, even alone in his room like this. “There’s a train with private cabins that goes down the coast. No one would bother us…”

He sounds wistful, even to himself, like it’s just a daydream and not a real possibility—not a trip that he’s researched and budgeted for, not a trip that he’s ready to pack for if Malleus will just say yes—

Well, but he has to ask first. That’s the problem.

And should he ask at all, or is this too much, too soon—too unreal to even consider that Malleus would want this, that he wouldn’t just…

“Ugh,” Vil groans, his frustration mounting along with his nerves.

He’s not one for divination, but this isn’t the same, he’s certain—

“Meow once if you think I should ask Malleus on this trip with me.”

Prada stares at him coolly, flicking her tail tip.

“No, you’re right, that was rude of me.” Vil scratches under the cat’s chin in apology. She purrs in response, closing her eyes contentedly. “Prada, please meow once if you think I should ask Malleus on—”

He’s interrupted by two meows in quick succession, at which he withdraws his hand with a scowl. “Now you’re being rude, miss.”

Prada bats at his hand on the bed, claws half-unsheathed.

“Listen, this is serious.” Vil moves to sit up, one hand braced against the mattress as he shifts into a relaxed, cross-legged position in front of Prada. “You like Malleus, don’t you?” Prada chirrups agreement and Vil smiles softly, reaching out to stroke her neck. “Well… I do, too,” he tells her, “so it’s important I make the right choice, princess. You understand, don’t you?” He looks searchingly into green eyes.

Prada chirrups again and bumps her head against Vil’s wrist, then rolls onto her back to expose her belly, blinking up at him sweetly.

Chuckling, Vil just shakes his head. “You know I’m not so foolish.”

A coy little mrow is aborted as Prada’s pupils go suddenly wider and her ears flick toward the balcony. She rolls quickly back around and leaps right off the bed, tail swishing madly once she hits the rug—

Vil straightens where he sits, heart thudding in his chest. Malleus is here—or will be in a minute. He fists at his duvet, holding tension all over. He needs to relax. He needs to make a decision. His thoughts are like wild birds locked up in a cage, all fluttering and screeching—

Breathe, he thinks, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes. Just breathe. He exhales and unclenches his fingers, moves his hands to his lap.

When he opens his eyes, there’s a figure on the balcony, silhouetted by the moonlight. Prada is pacing and frantically vocal. She looks to Vil, then outside, to Vil again, then back outside. Invite him in already.

The door is open, but he needs this. He needs to feel wanted.

Vil understands.

He slides one leg off toward the edge of the bed, moves slowly with a mind to grace. Not just that. He doesn’t want to look desperate, or like he was waiting. But of course he was. Of course he always does, every night.

Vil steps into his slippers and crosses over the rug, into the reach of moonlight streaming in through the glass doors. He takes the handle and turns it, still not sure what he’ll do—though he’s sure what he wants, yes. He’s always known what he’s wanted, especially since…

“Mal,” he greets, looking up into green eyes, faintly aglow.

Malleus seems to appraise him, taking in his dark blue leggings and oversized t-shirt. “Did I wake you, Schoenheit?” he asks with a faint smile. His face is in shadows with the moon just behind him, but Vil has known him long enough know to hear a smile in his words—

Not just any smile either. He’s teasing, the bastard.

Vil scowls and turns his nose up, placing one hand on his hip. He’s about to retort when a loud yowl at his feet has them both looking down.

“Oh,” says Malleus with a chuckle, low and rumbling in his throat.

It’s not so unlike a cat’s purr, Vil thinks not for the first time. He watches Malleus stoop and murmur greetings to Prada, easily coaxing out a purr and other happy vocalizations—

Vil’s not jealous of his cat, or the fact she likes Malleus better than him, but he does clear his throat and say, because it must be now, because he cannot waste this courage: “Mal, I was wondering…”

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated. If you’d like to leave a kudos or comment on AO3, I’d really love that, as well! ♥

#malvil #mallevil #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #yeah the title is because that song got stuck in my head the very second I thought 'what should I title this' and here we are #it's silly but it's functional don't look at me dajkgjdskg #anyway go watch solo solo travel on youtube you won't regret it #do not ask me how much I wish I was on a sleeper train in Japan rn #the answer is a lot #SO MUCH #it's all I think about #train hyperfixation unlocked #gonna make it malvil's problem

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eclectic-freak · 1 year

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I'm so normal about liking 'The Poppy War'

So normal infact that after every time I study in the library, I go downstairs to check whether or not the person who has been checking out the trilogy has taken out 'The Burning God' yet.

They haven't. And no, I did not leave them a little note

#the poppy war #the dragon republic #the burning god #rf kuang #it's all i think about #chen kitay #fang runin

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vinmauro · 2 years

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i’m watching it (2017) and all i’m getting is vecna parallels

#all i can think about is stranger things it's so bad right now #it's all i think about #acey talks #send help

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