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Because I have watched the long trailer for Unknown at least fifty times, I'm praying we get this scene at the beginning of episode eight where Qian wakes up and looks at a sleeping Yuan
Because it looks like he is wearing the same shirt that he passed out in at the end of episode seven
Therefore, even though Yuan left his room that night and closed the door, he still snuck into Qian's room during the middle of the night to watch over him.
But did not get in the bed with him like he did in the past.
It would make sense that Qian is going to be discombobulated next episode after waking up to this sight.
Amen
#unknown#unknown the series#please give me this#Yuan is too gone for Qian to play hard to get#I deserve this scene at the start!#so does Qian
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I need a Ghostmaker movie that has a bunch of flashbacks of Bruce like he's one of those dead wives. You know those movie's?
#and he needs at least one scene wearing a flowy white dress with wind is his hair as he jogs away laughing in slow motion#please give me this#batman#ghostmaker#ghostbat#bruce wayne#minhkhoa khan#dc#dc comics#dc characters#he is also not dead#and trying to call him but khoa just keeps declining
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Losing it over the original comics, PLEASE DONT LET ME DOWN SYFY, GIMMIE THE HARRY AND ASTA CONTENT I CRAVE
#harry x asta#resident alien#harry vanderspeigle#asta twelvetrees#dark horse comics#PLEASE GIVE ME THIS
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THE DANCER AND THE MOON
The air was alive with the vibrant melodies that resonated from every corner, drawing in a kaleidoscope of dancers. Yet, amidst the throng of moving bodies, her attention remained steadfastly anchored to the lone dancer who seemed to transcend the chaos around her.
The woman moved with an effortless grace, her body fluid and sinuous as if each movement was an extension of her very being. Her limbs traced delicate arcs through the air, weaving a tale of passion and emotion that captured Nesta's undivided attention. There was a raw beauty in the way she moved, a magnetism that held Nesta captive, unable to tear her gaze away.
As the music swelled and ebbed, the dancer's expression shifted, reflecting the myriad emotions coursing through her. There was joy in the curve of her smile, longing in the arch of her back, and a hint of melancholy in the depths of her eyes. Each movement seemed to tell a story, a silent narrative that spoke volumes to those who cared to listen.
Nesta found herself drawn into the dancer's world, swept away by the tide of emotions that pulsed through the air. For a fleeting moment, she felt a connection, a thread of understanding that bound them together across the expanse of the crowded street. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the dance unfolding before her.
How had she even ended up here? She had been walking, lost in the turmoil of her own thoughts, consumed by the familiar ache of anger that always seemed to simmer just beneath the surface whenever her sister's name crossed her mind. Yet, as if drawn by some unseen force, she found herself drawn to the heart of the festivities, the music pulling at her like a siren's call.
And now, here she stood, a silent observer in a sea of swirling colors and laughter, her eyes trained on the lone dancer who seemed to dance for no one but herself.
Feyre had extended an invitation with forced cheerfulness to Nesta, an attempt to bridge the ever-widening chasm between them. And so, begrudgingly, Nesta had accepted, though the prospect of spending an evening in their company filled her with dread. As she stepped into the warmth of the familiar interior, she was met with a deafening silence that seemed to stretch on for eternity.
Feyre's attempt at a greeting fell flat, her words lost in the heavy air of tension that hung between them. Elain's gaze was distant, her eyes betraying nothing as she stared into the distance with an unreadable expression. Nesta took a seat at the table, feeling like an intruder in her own sister's home.
The atmosphere was stifling, suffocating, as she watched the others engage in idle conversation and laughter. Cassian and Morrigan shared a private moment, their affection evident as he ran his fingers along her feet, eliciting a smile from her lips as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
Meanwhile, Feyre and Rhysand seemed lost in their own world, their minds elsewhere as they whispered quietly to each other, oblivious to the outsider in their midst. Nesta felt like a ghost, a mere spectator in the lives of those she once called family. As the evening wore on, Nesta sat in silence, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of bitterness and resentment. She longed to flee, to escape the suffocating weight of their expectations and judgments.
But instead, she remained rooted to her seat, a silent observer in a world that had long since moved on without her. Until she couldn’t anymore.
With a heavy heart and a sense of suffocation tightening her chest, Nesta quietly slipped away from her sister's home, craving the solace of the open air. The streets greeted her with a cacophony of sounds—laughter, music, and the rhythmic beat of dancing feet. It was as if the world outside existed in a separate realm, untouched by the silent turmoil that had gripped her within the confines of her sister's house.
As she wandered aimlessly through the vibrant streets, Nesta felt the weight of her burdens begin to lift, replaced by a sense of liberation she hadn't known in ages. Everywhere she looked, people danced with abandon, their laughter filling the night air with an infectious energy that was impossible to resist.
And then, amidst the throng of revelers, she saw her—the dancer whose movements had captivated her from the moment she laid eyes on her. There was something magnetic about the way she moved, a raw passion that seemed to transcend the boundaries of the physical world.
Nesta found herself drawn to the dancer like a moth to a flame, her steps quickening as she closed the distance between them. For a moment, she forgot the troubles that plagued her, the weight of her past mistakes and regrets falling away.
As Nesta lost herself in the swirling melodies and rhythmic movements, she felt a pair of eyes on her, a sensation that sent a shiver down her spine. Turning her head, she met the gaze of the dancer, expecting to find judgment or indifference mirrored in her expression. Instead, she was met with something unexpected—a soft smile playing at the corners of the woman's lips, a warmth in her eyes.
Nesta's breath caught in her throat as the dancer beckoned her closer, a silent invitation that stirred something deep within her. She hesitated for a moment, uncertainty warring with the desire pulsing through her veins. But then, as if compelled by some unseen force, she found herself stepping forward, her movements tentative yet determined.
As she drew nearer to the dancer, Nesta felt a sense of anticipation building within her, a feeling she couldn't quite name but one that filled her with a strange sense of hope. And then, as their hands met and their bodies began to move in harmony, she felt something shift inside her—a loosening of the tight coil of tension that had gripped her for so long, replaced by a sense of connection that transcended words.
Rhythm that seemed to quicken the beat of their hearts as they moved in perfect synchrony. Nesta's movements were fluid yet controlled, her body swaying with a grace she hadn't known she possessed. Each step was a testament to the raw emotion coursing through her veins, a release of the pent-up energy that had threatened to consume her.
Beside her, the dancer moved with an effortless agility, her movements a whirlwind of motion and grace. Together, they wove a tapestry of movement, their bodies moving as one to the frenetic tempo of the music. Their steps were quick and precise, a blur of motion as they spun and twirled across the crowded street.
As they danced, Nesta felt a sense of liberation wash over her, a feeling of weightlessness that lifted her higher and higher with each passing moment. The music surged through her veins, driving her onward with an intensity she had never known before. And as she lost herself in the rhythm of the dance, she felt a sense of freedom unlike anything she had ever experienced.
In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the pulsating energy of the music and the warmth of the dancer's embrace, Nesta felt truly alive.
As the music reached a crescendo, the dancer took Nesta's hand in hers, her touch gentle yet firm, as if guiding her through a dance they had both known in another lifetime. Without a word, she twirled Nesta with a deftness that spoke of years of practice and passion, their movements perfectly synchronized as they spun together in a whirlwind of motion.
At first, Nesta's instinct was to pull away, to retreat into the safety of her own solitude. But something within her urged her to stay, to trust in the moment unfolding before her. And so, she surrendered to the dancer's lead, allowing herself to be swept away by the intoxicating rhythm of the music.
As they twirled and spun across the crowded street, Nesta felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through her veins, a feeling of freedom she hadn't known in years. In the dancer's arms, she felt weightless, untethered from the burdens that had weighed her down for so long.
As they danced, Nesta lost all sense of time and place. The world around her faded into obscurity, replaced by the pulsating rhythm of the music and the exhilarating sensation of movement. She couldn't say how long they had been dancing or where they had moved to, only that they hadn't stopped.
Their steps became a blur of motion, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as if guided by some unseen force. With each spin and twirl, Nesta felt herself being carried away on a tide of euphoria, her cares and worries melting away with each passing moment.
In the embrace of the dancer's arms, she found a sense of peace she hadn't known in years, a fleeting respite from the chaos of her own mind. And as they continued to dance, their movements growing more frenetic with each passing beat, Nesta knew that she never wanted this moment to end.
#anti acotar#anti acosf#anti inner circle#anti feysand#anti rhysand#anti cassian#anti azriel#anti amren#anti morrigan#anti nessian#pro nesta#nesta archeron deserves better#please give me this#sarah you could have given nesta so much#dancer and the moon
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The more I see about Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger's relationship during my Rebels rewatch and now back on the Ahsoka trailer, the more I see how much they actually resemble Kanan and Hera's relationship and the more I am positive about the idea that Sabine may actually found out she had intense feelings for him when it was too late, just like Hera, but instead she could never have the chance to say it like Hera did
And that hurts me more than it should-
#ezra bridger#sabine wren#star wars rebels#ezra and sabine#god why#sabine and ezra#sabezra#ezrabine#im cryng#please give me this#help my brain#star wars
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Please let Only Friends finally be the show that lets me enjoy Force and Book's obvious acting talents without the script and show getting the way. Please. That's all I want. I want to be able to appreciate their talent without wincing at the story being told with it.
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When people say they want more optimistic sci-fi, they usually mean something like Star Trek and Doctor Who, despite the fact that whilst they are both great, those shows get depressing AF and there's always a genocide lurking around the corner. We need more shit like Thunderbirds, where they had the most advanced aircraft known to man, capable of travelling anywhere in the world in a few minutes and GOING TO FUCKING SPACE and they were just like "yeah, we're going to use this to help people stuck on mountains". Literally the villain of the series was fucking FUMING that they had vehicles that could fucking annihilate any city on the planet, but instead they were like "yeah, let's stop this bridge from collapsing". Didn't even ask for anything in return. Now THAT'S optimistic sci-fi.
#doctor who#star trek#thunderbirds 1965#thunderbirds 2015#optimistic#wholesome#science fiction#nostaliga#please give me this#futuristic
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breeding kink mark breeding kink mark breeding kink mark 😭😭😭 feels so embarrassed that he’s always thinking about how his cum looks pouring out of your worn out pussy. shows up outside your door in the middle of the night w no warning bc he just needs to cum in you :(
CRYING IM FUCKING CRYING WHAT IS THIS
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I want an au where peter doesnt betray the order and the war ends with the order winning and Regulus and sirius reunite and get the chance to repair their relationship
#marauders#marauders era#sirius black#regulus black#black brothers#the black brothers#marauders fanfiction#please give me this#i need a happy ending for them
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what if, hear me out, s3 we get an apology dance except
Its aziraphale and crowley dancing together. Because they were both wrong and I AM OWED A SLIGHTLY LONGER SLIGHTLY MORE INTIMATE DANCE SEQUENCE WITH MY INEFFABLE HUSBANDS FOR COMPENSATION OF THE LAST 15 MINUTES!!!
#for the love of god#For the love of Satan#Please give me this#good omens#good omens 2#ineffable husbands#good omens 3#apology dance
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*whispers* Petty, Ever9 is in pink in that cameo in Stay by My Side. Weren’t you wondering about a favorite color? 👀 — @babyangelsky
@babyangelsky, we had the same thought at the same time! I edited it as soon as I posted it, and I just mentioned this in the comments because I will be annoying as hell if this series of shows (Stay by My Side, You Are Mine, VIP Only, Anti Reset) gives me confirmation that they are all in the same universe.
Especially if the clue is the colors.
VIP Only and You Are Mine already confirmed they are in the same universe.
But these two actors showing up in the first series Stay by My Side kissing on a college campus,
Only to end up in their own series, Anti Reset, kissing on a college campus made me do a double take because . . .
Homeboy was wearing BLUE in Stay by My Side, and is coded blue in Anti Reset!
Which means when he asked Ever 9 what his favorite color was in the first episode, then proceeded to ask if it was between blue or pink . . .
The first show already confirmed what it would be!
Please let Ever 9's favorite color be pink. PLEASE!
I'm already on another plane even thinking about it. Confirmed happy ending for the last series in the first series AND colors?! If the show gives me this, it will win a Colors Award.
Guaranteed.
#please give me this#anti reset#anti reset the series#taiwanese bl#let Ever 9's favorite color be pink#please!#the colors mean things#and they mean we already saw their happy ending#I NEED THIS#I WANT THIS#I DESERVE THIS#color coded boys in love#and robots too
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I am really praying for yuki points! 🙏🏻
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Yk what I miss? Having someone else plait my hair.
Like this is a basic need, I require someone to offer to plait my hair for me when I'm tired or stressed or just because they want to.
#God i feel so single#i want someone to want to play with my hair#its a basic need#please give me this#thank you for your time#anywaysss#adhara rambling
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Sorry not sorry I want Nesta with a dancer not like the kind of dance that Nesta does but very much wild and fast paced and then they can fall in love and Nesta ditches Cassian and she lives her best life.
#anti acotar#anti acosf#anti inner circle#anti feysand#anti rhysand#anti cassian#anti azriel#anti amren#anti morrigan#anti nessian#pro nesta#nesta archeron deserves better#please give me this
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I can't not see Sabine and Ezra in Wolves, by Selena Gomez
In your eyes, there's a heavy blue,
One to love and one to lose.
Sweet divine, a heavy truth
Water or wine, don't make me choose.
I wanna feel the way that we did that summer night, night..
Drunk on a feeling, alone with the stars in the sky...
I've been running through the jungle,
I've been running with the wolves,
To get to you, to get to you.
I've been down the darkest alleys,
Saw the dark side of the moon,
To get to you, to get to you.
I've looked for love in every stranger,
Took too much to ease the anger,
All for you, yeah, all for you.
I've been running through the jungle,
I've been crying with the wolves,
To get to you, to get to you, to get to you...
#ezra bridger#sabine wren#ezra and sabine#sabezra#ezrabine#star wars rebels#please give me this#this is her#declaring#to him
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(not my edit)
WHERE ARE THE FICS WITH HIM???😾😾😩 i read like two or three that i could find last night
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