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naariel · 7 months
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its smooch time
I love this man, I'd let his hair tickle my face any day.
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wizardwomenwisdom · 8 months
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my favorite “zepotha will never have the goncharov rizz” moment so far has been seeing the google doc that someone made. goncharov’s is like 50 pages of information that’s just copy pasted from people adding; it came late in the game just to make sure new people could engage in the meme.
zepotha’s doc was one of the first piece of content that came out and everyone tried to use it to write their own story. it got shut down within 2 hours because it was so messy, and the only consistent character is alaina (whose name was spelled differently at least six times). everyone wants to be right, no one wants to succumb to the bit.
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alwaysmicado · 7 months
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My poor baby was really going through it
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He breaks my heart every time.
I just want to wrap my arms around him and never let him go. Hug him until our heartbeats synchronize and his muscles relax. Tell him he did and is enough.
Tell him he deserves to be happy.
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minnesota-fats · 2 years
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Twin au where Danny is 100% confident that he isn’t adopted and that he ISNT Damien’s twin and he takes a dna test that Bruce requested only to be proven wrong.
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wishblown · 2 years
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Estonia on film, April ‘22
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tea-time-for-bee-time · 3 months
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I’m not saying OFMD was made solely for the Queer Gaze but I am saying I appreciate seeing Izzy’s tits.
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meiiodyy · 3 months
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It's kurosawa's wild thoughts while keeping a straight face for me
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lucrezianoin · 5 months
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I will defend the right of ascended astarion to be a pathetic little bat who needs to be cuddled
LEAVE HIM ALONE, HE IS MINE, HE WAS MADE FOR ME
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bitchcake · 3 months
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no streaming services is as good as piracy feels
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tei-to-tei · 1 year
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i thought it was just me, but no they had to put her down again, they shot her right in the head how many times am i gonna have to offer my nonexistent firstborn child today
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negans-lucille-tblr · 2 months
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No, but listen, who gave him the fucking right?!
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tailsprower207 · 2 months
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thinking → thinking
about him💞 about him💞
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thinking ← thinking
about him💞 about him💞
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rialitysworld · 10 months
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Sasha Colby for LA Times
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sweetspyalienfestival · 2 months
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Gee Way
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awhoreintheory · 1 year
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Done with no redemption
Lance heard him before he saw Keith, not because he was loud or anything, but because Lance was expecting him. His footsteps have always been annoyingly light like a ninja. Lance tensed, a sour frown taking over his previously good mood. 
“Lance, I—” Lance rolled his eyes, turning around with the fakest smile in his arsenal. 
“You what, Keith?” Lance asked pleasantly, cocking his head to the side. Keith paused for another moment, his eyes awkwardly averted to the ground as he fidgeted. 
“I ran away from you.” Keith sighed, hands dropping and finally looking Lance in the eyes. Lance felt it wasn’t adequately remorseful enough. 
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and, yeah. You were right.” 
“You were right.” That single sentence seemed to just echo in Lance’s brain. Because— because his Keith didn’t just come out and admit something like that. Ever. You had to fight him tooth and nail for a half confession. (And Lance had evidence. He had to throw down with Keith just to get an answer to Lance’s real life, actual, love confession. Stubborn prick.) To say Lance was too shocked to speak would be an understatement. The shock gave way to an odd mix of amusement and seething hot anger.
“I was just running because I was afraid to face my feelings— actually, no. I was afraid of you.” Keith gnawed on his lip, thinking his words through. (Good, he’s learned his damn lesson about that.) “Because I tell you things I can’t even tell myself. Around you? My… walls are about as effective as paper is to fire.”
“Is that so?” Lance hummed, turning around and going back to folding his laundry. “Glad you’ve had some time for self discovery in the past 11 months that you’ve ghosted the team.” —and me, went unsaid, but the message was just as clear as though he had. 
“I’m proud— really! Congratulations, dude!” Lance's grin only got bigger, throwing one of Keith’s t-shirts at him. He caught it and unfolded it with a hurt expression. 
“Lance, please—” Keith’s eyebrows creased, like they always do when he’s hurt or confused. 
“Don’t “Lance, please” me, Kogane. It’s not like you ever listened to a single please from me. In fact, I don’t even think it ever even made you pause.” Lance calmly stated, wrapping up doing his laundry and storing it in Red. On the trip back to Earth with minimal supplies, Lance barely had any supplies— no moisturizer or anything! But he was making do in these trifling times.  
Keith was silent for a long moment as Lance continued cleaning up his Lion, throwing trash away and clearing out things he didn’t need as though Keith weren’t there in the first place. 
“...Is this not fixable?” It was a quiet, feeble question. 
“It was.” Was Lance’s simple response. It ignited a hope in Keith, but left him feeling uneasy. 
“..Was?” 
Lance straightened up, standing chest to chest with Keith, leaning in as though he were whispering a secret. “”I just don’t want to be stuck here for eternity with Lance.”” 
“From— from the game show? Seriously?” Keith asked incredulously, eyebrows now furrowing in anger and confusion. 
“Hmmm…” Lance tapped his finger to his chin contemplating. “Yep! From the game show. You and the team made it quite clear how you felt about me, ya’know?” 
Lance spun on his heel, plopping down and grabbing his armor to polish. “So, on that note; I need you to be civil until I leave the team.” 
“Leave the team?” 
“Yes, that’s what I just said.” 
“You can’t just— you can’t just leave, Lance! What about Voltron? What about us?” Keith’s temper was steadily rising, stomping towards Lance before he stopped and recollected himself. 
“One, yes, I can. Why would I stay somewhere I’m clearly not welcomed or appreciated? I’m going home after this shit-show. Two, there's six paladins, Keith. Simple math, even I can do it. Since, ya’know, I’m too stupid and should just leave something that complex to Pidge. Shiro can take Black back, you never wanted the position anyway, right?” Lance’s sugary sweet words were practically dripping in anger, Lance’s grin starting to annoy Keith. He knew just how hard he was hitting, and if he was honest? Lance was amused. 
“Of course we want you here! And— and, um…” Keith’s shoulders slumped, he was too flustered! He couldn’t think of an argument, yeah. He just didn’t see this coming— Lance was just confused! Keith reached for Lance’s wrist, brows furrowed and eyes oddly wet. 
“You can’t leave us, please. We need you.” 
“Well I don’t.” Lance yanked his wrist back with a disgusted turn of the lips. 
“Now get out of my lion.”
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