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winged-paki · 9 months
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House MD will spend an entire season glorifying medical malpractice, inventing new ways to be racist ableist and misogynistic, queerbaiting both within and without the narrative, etc. but the final few episodes will be the most fucked up, psychological, 4D chess introspectives you’ve ever seen that will make you reevaluate your life and the power of metaphor. Good fucking god.
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fbfh · 1 year
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I genuinely agree with that recent statement.
like I know he has a motorcycle (or at least I'm pretty sure it's been a hot minute since I watched full house) but I know Jesse Katsopolis fucks, and I know car sex with him would be the best thing you've ever experienced. You just finished a wonderful date and neither of you want the night to be over yet, there's too much chemistry to waste by cutting it short. You can't go back to his place and you can't go back to your place, so you find a cozy quiet place to park and hop into the back seat and your hands are all over each other in minutes. his breath is hot against your skin and his kisses are completely addictive. you want more and more of him. from the way he moans out "have mercy..." when you slowly sink down onto his cock you know he feels the same. he has the prettiest moans too, the kind that tell you exactly what he's thinking and feeling. after another round (maybe two) as your driving back to his place to drop him off, you think you want to hook up with him again. a friend with benefits doesn't sound too bad, especially one who likes you as much as Jesse does, and is as compatable with you as he is. he kisses you good night and it makes your legs wobbly all over again. you're about to get into your car and he's about to go inside when the door opens, and a tiny blond child in a pink night gown runs out and hugs his leg. "Uncle Jesse!" he scoops her up, asking why she's not asleep yet in a softer voice than you knew he was capable of. "I wanted you to read me a bedtime story..." he chuckles and kisses her forehead, waving goodbye to you one last time before closing the door. that moment changed your brain chemistry. you spend the next six dates trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with him, but you can't find anything. there are no red flags. all that and he's good with kids?? there's no way the perfect man just fell into your lap, right??
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bookdork1 · 9 months
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yodaprod · 7 months
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your-mom-friend · 1 year
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I can’t get over Kageyama Ritsu…everyone says he’s the more popular, more attractive and cool Kageyama Brother but literally every scene of him at school ever is him avoiding anything that’s not School Council and not talking to anyone or so much as SMILING at anyone. He’s literally Mob if mob styled his hair.
Like honestly Mob and Ritsu are the SAME amount of socially awkward but the issue is that Mob is just more blunt and WILL say he’s not enjoying your company and leave (he’ll try to be polite but it’ll fall flat) but Ritsu is Bound By This Mortal Concept of Social Politeness and wouldn’t just say that to people’s faces so everyone thinks he’s the nicest guy when in fact he’s been hoping to spontaneously learn invisibility for the last half hour
Like that time Tsubomi came to Spirits and Such did you see his face he wasn’t even as intense fighting for his life against Claw as he was hiding from her lmao
Ritsu acts like he’s completely chill but is in fact a pathetic loser (affectionate). He calls his brother Nii-San. He hates Reigen with all the hate in his heart. He found the kid that kicked his ass when he was kidnapped and then let him into his home. He let that guy burn his house down for kicks. He became best friends with that kid. He keeps a spoon in his pocket. He can and will kill people if he feels like it. He got psychic powers and immediately became a villain about it for like 3 whole minutes before getting his ass humbled. He’s literally 13 and it makes everything about him 300% better.
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pespillo · 11 months
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some more Acolyte! King stuff , ideas for the arc, scenes, whatever, stuff i came up while walking in the morning:
timeline wise in early S2 King would end up at The Owl House through shenanigans and is kept there for like a week, he hates it, he complains all the time, he doesnt run away because he doesnt trust anyone but Belos to get him (and he wholly believes Belos will be coming soon); very reluctantly theres a semblance to warming up to Luz and Eda, but before anything significant happens, Kikimora shows up to get him back to the castle, he is thrilled to finally being saved, but is really bitter about blowing up his cover as someone who Doesnt or cannot talk over the ocasional growl or bark.
On the way back King notices Kikimora is diverting to another direction on her dragon and asks what is she planning and where are they going, Kikimora reassures him that she doesnt plan anything but that they have to talk. While Kiki is obedient to the emperor´s coven, she was always loyal to the titan and had made an oath to serve King even over the Emperor´s word. She confesses that the Emperor never made a clear effort to search for him all this time until she offered herself to go.
King is obviously confused and trusts that Belos simply must have been making a grander plan that maybe she wasnt aware of, but Kikimora nonetheless tells him that theres something else, that Belos has been acting off for a while and that even with all that she knows (and she does hold information no one else knows, like the Day of Unity´s intent, that King is a titan, that Hunter is a grimwalker, knowing about the Collector) but she knows that its not Everything.
They both end up settling down in a far off forest and Kikimora shows that behind Belos back, she took something from his chambers that she has to give to King, but only if hes willing to take them, for she is risking her life for the titan ´s will.
King tells her that she must not hide anything from the son of the titan and that she is obliged to show him, and so she shows him she took King´s broken off halves of his horns, she doesnt know in what state King came when he first was taken in 10 yrs ago into the castle, so she wants to know from King, if he can remember anything from his youngest years, shes known the greater deal with the day of unity for a while, and she doesnt ask to be spared from it, but she hopes that King can recognize his greater place in the Isles and that maybe, theres even other nations willing to join in for a greater empire (it is in her interests after all, she wholly believes King could be a greater Emperor), but first and foremost, she wants King to know the truth.
King starts remembering upon touching the horns, freaking out at flashbacks of being taken as an egg, and then waking up in a strange place, full of people who smelled like titans, but they looked, off, but still took care of him as a baby, feeding him and leaving him to nest.
He remembers Belos mask, his eyes, staring at him intently, the glint of a golden mask beside him as well, voices, arguing, shaking hands by the end, the reflection of the moon, he remembers Belos wrapping his arms around his body and walking away into a boat;
Being sat down and given something that made him dizzy, the grinding of his horns being cut off, then warmth and arms squeezing him close to a body whenever he cried. From then on, thats just his life, to be taken care of, to be told of the divine mission his father left to Belos, the blood tests, the prodding and picking, and the promises of a better world once this one is left behind to die.
King is just left wondering; who were those people, why did Belos lie about being saved from being sacrificed as a baby? is there other people willing to honor the titans for real then? Is there hope for the Isles to not be a lost cause in his eyes if he tries searching for more answers?
Kiki tells him she can send an open letter to try finding who these people are, if she pulls some strings before the Day of Unity, she does this only for the dignity and honor of the Titan´s son.
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slashingdisneypasta · 6 months
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You're walking home, or to work or school, or wherever- and you get caught in the rain. It starts to downpour. Like, big fat droplets of Gaia tears; Thick 'my son-husband has secretly hidden children within me causing a terrible migraine so welp; here baby Cronus, take this flint sickle and castrate brother-daddy' kinda rain. I'll stop with the Greek Mythology now, I'm sure you get it. Heavy rain.
You're getting soaked despite whatever you're using to protect your skin from it all (A binder, a bag, your jacket, a hat,.. an umbrella perhaps), your nose is cold, and you can barely see 10 feet in front of you apart from any street lights around, when-
A car pulls up directly next to you. You have the horrible panicked moment of 'am i going to be kidnapped today', before you recognise the car and the side door is thrown open in front of you.
Your F/O gestures and/or calls for you to get in. They knew you would be out at this time (They're familiar with your basic schedule ^^), saw the downpour and thought immediately 'Oh shit wait, Y/N's out in this'- and came right over to get you out of it.
What's their car like? Is it sleek and well taken car of? Is it a regular old thing? Does it look like its gonna break down any time now?
Do they have a blanket for you to throw over your legs? Or do they throw you their coat??~~~
Do they enforce seat belts? Are they gonna refuse to go if you just pull the blanket over your shoulders and 'forget' (Or genuinely forget) to buckle up or will they lean over and buckle you themselves?
Are they taking you to your destination or are they taking you to their house because you need a hot shower and to get warm or you're gonna catch a cold? Are they kind about it or bossy? XD
Will they stop by a drive thru to get you something to eat and/or drink? Maybe something lovely and hot?? Or are you two the crazy people who eat ice cream when its cold 'cuz it wont melt'?
Possibly most importantly; Is their any chance that your F/O would kick you back out into the rain for any reason? XD
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hwaitham · 4 months
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much of my withers n’ woes would be solved if al haitham were here to jus fuck me til i go nonverbal (╥﹏╥)
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crumbargento · 4 months
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Full Circle - Richard Loncraine - 1977 - Canada/UK
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pixlokita · 11 months
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In your into the ball pit comic, does Gregory know he’s in the past yet?
Not yet :0 but he will find out at some point :>
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andy-clutterbuck · 2 years
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alrtic · 2 years
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I RE-WATCHED THANKS TO THEM AND I NOTICED THIS
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IT’S A FAMILY PHOTO!!! THAT’S HER SECOND DAUGHTER
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theinfinitedivides · 1 year
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to every single cast and crew member who conspired and came together to convince Shah Rukh to open his f*cking shirt for that glorious, glorious shot in JJP that is permanently burned into my brain. bc he is a Shy Boi ™ and Smol ™ and must be coaxed into doing so very carefully or else he will refuse altogether. tysm truly you are out here doing God's work even though they did not ask you to and i am kissing you on your hand on the forehead on the cheek on the mouth with tongue for those of you who are into that sh*t (like me *cough*)
#film: pathaan#pathaan#shah rukh khan#srk#bollywood#local gay watches Bollywood.txt#all the shots of staff holding the end of his green ensemble so he can do pushups and not trip (therefore giving us a glimpse#of waist [!!!] for us to drool over like some repressed Victorians). 10/10#he held himself up by his forearms when rehearsing for the window shot and Deepika was like 'this is an opportunity i cannot miss'#and stood straight between his legs. 10/10#yes i'm going feral over the JJP look(s) again bc YRF made me by posting more BTS footage. what of it#i was going to out myself as a thigh admirer and say something to the effect of the cake is in the legs up in the post#but i decided against it and just kept that in the tags sfjsfdnkjsdnj#look he has abs!!! and thighs!!! we are under full on hoe alert for this look in this house!!!#him complaining over FaceTime to Gauri(? i'm assuming although it could be one of the children) afterwards#'they're making me eat too much and he's [Siddharth] making me take my clothes off' crying#bby if we wanted you naked we'd ask for more than that chest shot OK rn we are settling for what we can get#but seriously tho what mode was his brain on in Besharam Rang and Dard-e-Disco. where was the switch#bc he was completely shirtless in both songs and in BR's BTS i did not see him looking at all shy#then again no one else was really dressed either so he had company??? ig???#idk idk#also Arijit cameo!!! it was only for like a second at the beginning but he is notoriously camera shy so that was a treat#and everyone vibing around the lamppost at the end#i love them so much
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daz4i · 7 months
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i am soooooo mad about waking up fr fr i wish i could put myself in a coma for a few days just so i don't have to go through today
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mindmxtters · 8 days
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tumblr: hey there, welcome to our community survey, got any suggestions for how we can make the site better me, staring directly into the eyes of my personal fbi agent in my webcam:
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bring back p*** you cowards
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eleanorfenyxwrites · 10 months
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WIP Wednesday
Saw a post celebrating leather daddies (as we SHOULD) and immediately got reminded of my little hint at NMJ and MY being into the leather scene in my 3zun extra for my 70’s AU so. Anyway I definitely 100% needed another new wip, I was running low 💀
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Lan Xichen arrives home from work to his phone ringing. He contemplates not answering — there’s a big case most of the firm has been assigned to work on, and many of his colleagues Lan Xichen has not yet had the…pleasure of working with don’t seem to have much respect for personal time like his usual team does.
The ringing stops as he’s untying his shoes, and starts again just as he’s sliding his feet into his house slippers. A little spike of worry wriggles its way under his ribs. Of course it isn’t only people from the office who have his phone number, and if it’s his family calling then to do so this late (and so insistently) would mean an emergency.
He hurries into the kitchen to answer it, the cool, heavy plastic creaking a little in his grip as he lifts it to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Er-ge,” Meng Yao practically purrs on the other end and every bit of nebulous anxiety abruptly fizzles out to be replaced by something much sweeter.
“A-Yao,” Xichen replies with a tender little curl of a smile. He switches to Mandarin to continue, “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until tomorrow, what a pleasant surprise.”
“Were you working late again, gege?”
“I was. You may scold me as much as you like.”
“So forward!” A-Yao laughs, catching the innuendo just as Xichen had intended. “You want to come out tonight? We could do something about that scolding if you want, though I actually had more of a special treat in mind.”
Xichen closes his eyes and doesn’t even try to stop smiling like a fool. He knows what he should say — it’s late, it’s only Wednesday and he has work in the morning.
“What’s my treat?” he asks instead, because anything but seeing his boyfriends a day earlier than anticipated seems like unnecessary torment, and he’s trying not to punish himself either intentionally or not anymore, as per said boyfriends’ request.
“The bar’s understaffed tonight, literally no one available to cover the first shift, so Da-ge has caved to the inevitable and agreed to do it. He’s a sight to see, I promise it’ll be worth the trip.”
“You and Mingjue-ge are always worth the trip,” Xichen argues. He smiles wider to hear A-Yao laugh and turn his head to call out what he’d said to Mingjue, barely muffled by, Xichen assumes, his hand over the receiver.
There’s a bit of a scuffle and a waspish, “Go pick it up in our room, you animal!” that Xichen stifles a laugh at, easily imagining Mingjue using his bulk and much longer reach to manhandle the phone away from A-Yao.
“You suck-up,” Mingjue grumbles in his ear, the words clumsy but tinged with his amusement. (His Mandarin isn’t quite as fluid as A-Yao’s, but they all agreed it was the best way to keep Xichen’s lily-white neighbors from overhearing something dangerous should they pick up and catch them saying something private on the neighborhood party line.)
“I only speak the truth! You’re always worth seeing, gege.”
Mingjue grumbles some more under his breath, some mixture of English and the dialect that Xichen has only ever heard Mingjue and his brother use (and barely understands even when spoken clearly), before he sighs and says, “Come to the bar, A-Huan. You’ll have fun, we want to see you.”
“Alright, you’ve twisted my arm,” Xichen laughs. “I’ll be there, ge, don’t worry.”
“Good.”
Xichen’s heart stutters in his chest at the sound of a click, someone new connecting in.
“It’s just me, I picked up the other line,” A-Yao soothes, anticipating his fear with his usual ease. “So you’re coming, yes?”
Xichen exhales the fresh tension with a hum. “Mn, I’d love to. I’ll have to leave early in the morning though.”
A-Yao tuts softly, the sort of gentle disapproval that can send both Xichen and Mingjue to their knees to apologize in a heartbeat. “That still leaves us plenty of time tonight. Just get here soon.”
“Quick as I can,” Xichen promises them both, painfully earnest in a way he knows they know to expect from him now.
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