#so here have this
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Jerry Maguire + my first watch live reactions
+ bonus:
#jerry maguire#tom cruise#filmedit#movieedit#filmgifs#moviegifs#cinematv#userbells#userpayton#userfrench#tomcruiseedit#i've been having a jerry maguire breakdown for a week#no ending in sight#so here have this#ft. my extremely unhinged reactions#i really did just go silent for the entirety of the ending btw#*mine#*my graphics#tc
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one night in helsinki moodboard
#so i've seen them bojere moodboards and i absolutely love em#so here have this#bojan cvjetićanin#käärijä#bojere#bojere moodboards
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Details from yesterday's piece! (See the full piece here)
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*buck looking to eddie suggestively as they brush their teeth*
buck: are you a bottle of toothpaste? cause i’m squeezing out every last drop
eddie: buck it’s 7am
#idk i found this in my drafts#i crack myself up#so here have this#buddie#evan ‘buck’ buckley#eddie diaz#911
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Stalker who’s so obsessed with you, they hacked your phone long ago so they could watch you whenever, but it’s not the most ideal way of watching you, so they’ve already snuck in and installed cameras because of course they have. Stalker who’s so in love with you and so turned on by every part of you, your very existence, that even you in your grosser moments gets them sweaty and leaking. You’ve been in an episode and haven’t showered for a couple days? They bet you smell so enticing, they yearn to press their face between your legs and breath you in, nose nestling in the coarse hair, tongue dripping drool as they try to taste everything.
#I had more in mind but the sleepy time meds are kickin in#so here have this#toasted sugar cream#yandere x reader#I don’t personally like using ‘yandere’ but#I guess it is
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Damask, 2005 - vee the vampire
Angelface had walked away to the back room for something—she’s been assuming it’s a storage room of some kind, hasn’t been back there yet as so far she hasn’t needed anything. And thus far being left alone at a well stocked bar before there are even any patrons has been plenty entertaining. Mainly because she doesn’t get to touch anything otherwise, mostly she washes dishes in the bar sink and listens to Angelface chat up patrons all night. It’s not glamorous, but it’s also not being cold on the fucking street.
Notes from this latest foray into digging through the back bottles: Whatever that green label one is tastes fucking awful, like melted licorice. Disgusting. Conversely, there is something down there that reminds her of toasted marshmallows and that’s making up for the awful one.
The next thing she picks up is in such a dark bottle she can’t even see what’s in it. Which isn’t fully abnormal, some of the bottles are frosted or opaque. Rather than dirtying cups she’s taken to putting the little shot spouts on and then giving them a quick rinse afterwards. It’s saved both time and suspicious dishes.
This time is no different, after double checking that she is still—in fact—alone, she tips the bottle up holding the spout a few inches from her open mouth—she had missed the first couple times but the spout is surprisingly consistent no matter what’s in the bottles, and she learned fast—and gags.
It’s thick like some of the creme bases are but—fuck—it’s salty and metallic and the bottle slips out of her hands with the shock of it and shatters on the tile behind the bar.
Sending bright red spraying across the floor and the bottom shelf glasses.
She doesn’t really process it, busy heaving over the sink.
It’s not until she hears the door open and shut at the far end of the room that she looks back at the floor in panic.
So whatever it was sucked, but it was probably expensive and—
—no.
No that was blood.
Something about seeing the way it’s spreading on the floor. The color it turns as it soaks the bottom of her jeans. The taste. When she wipes a hand across her mouth it paints her skin the same way a nosebleed would, and she’s stuck staring at it, feeling very suddenly like she is going to be properly actually sick—what the fuck.
“Cassidy?”
Her gaze snaps back up to Angelface, who has made it all the way to the little half-door blocking the back of the bar before she even noticed he was there. “I—I didn’t—”
“—are you hurt?”
Relief.
He looks more—amused? Than anything else. But there is genuine concern in his tone. She thinks.
“Was that—that was blood—what the fuck is that doing under—”
“—Cassidy.” That word is sharper. She’s still getting used to connecting it to herself. “Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Good. Hop up on the bar, I’ll take care of the glass.”
“Answer my question first.”
“Blood is a medical hazard, Cassidy. Get on the bar.”
She plants her feet, the tile slick under her boots, arms crossed. “No. Answer my fucking question.”
Angelface sighs, stepping carefully around shards of glass until he’s close enough to—is she really that small or is he stronger than he looks?—pick her up and set her none too gently onto the bartop. It happens so quickly that she doesn’t really have time to react until it’s already done. “Ridiculous. It’s like you don’t have a goddamn survival instinct at all.”
The reaction he’s having feels so out of place that she’s struggling to find any sort of response. She just watches him start picking up the larger chunks of glass from the floor, listens to the little plopping sounds as blood continues to drip from the bottom shelf.
In the end it takes until he’s fully cleaned the floor and filled the sink with blood spattered glassware for her to speak again.
“Am I fired?”
He gives her a look. It’s the face he makes every time she asks a stupid question.
She’s pretty sure that isn’t a stupid question though, so she repeats herself.
“Am I?”
“No,” He tells her, “you will not be left alone back here again though.”
It startles a laugh out of her.
“So…” She’s still sitting on the bar, the blood on her jeans has dried dark and stiff. “I’m still waiting on an explanation.”
“You’ll be waiting forever, Cassidy.”
“Is it like—sketchy?” She asks, “Like—is there some sort of black market thing going on—are there organs down there too? Is that what you keep in the back room?”
“It is not like—sketchy,” Angelface repeats, faintly mocking and ignoring the latter half of her question. “and it isn’t your concern.”
“I drank blood,” She insists, “that’s concerning.”
“You didn’t drink blood—you spit it in the sink.”
“I swallowed some of it.”
“And?”
“Didn’t you say it was a medical hazard?”
“Would you like me to take you to the hospital?”
She glares at him, and for a moment both are silent. She’s putting it together though. Between his reactions and the rest. Or maybe she’s crazy. That’s also possible.
“We’re only here after dark.” She says finally.
“It’s a night club, Cassidy. We’re only open at night.”
“There’s blood under the bar.”
“There is. You spilt it.”
“It was there before I did that.”
“Is this little train of thought supposed to be impressive?”
“I don’t think you should be able to pick me up that easily.”
He does look mildly offended by that one. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve read books.” She’s treading dangerous waters now. She knows it.
“I should hope so.” He replies, and maybe she’s imagining the slight quirk to his expression, the sour little smile. “Are you going to start making sense any time in the next few sentences?”
“Promise you’ll answer one question?” She asks, voice suddenly very quiet. “Honestly.”
Angelface gives her an appraising sort of look, like he’s weighing a risk. “One question, Cassidy.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
He smiles.
It’s sharper than it should be.
It’s almost like he’s suddenly got too many teeth.
“I certainly hope not.”
#writeblr#writeblr community#vampire writeblr#amwriting#writers on tumblr#lsdente#vampire writing#i may or may not have gotten too attached to a handful of NPCs i made#so here have this
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#I was trying to make the vinyl album I got have a transparent background but it did this instead#so here have this#lol#transparent#lisa frankenstein#holding her undead bfs hand lol
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novocaine* or whatever his name was
#wheucto#art#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc caine#some of the colors i used looked really cool in a colo palette together. i thought using the like... chalk soft brush looked really cool -#- with this color palette#so here have this#*i original put lidocaine_ which IS a drug but used for something different than novocaine. novocaine is used for like... dental procedures#- which was what i was going for here
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@positivelybeastly continued from x
ㅤㅤWhile waiting for Hank to get a moment, Bobby realizes it's be a very long time since he's heard his friend sing. He's always sung while working hasn't he? Bobby's lips press together in thought as he pulls his smoothie away. Visiting Hang at work after he left the X-Men had been a different setting entirely, not a lot of time of feeling comfortable in private or with your friends around.
ㅤㅤBobby's blue eyes jerk upwards when he hears the shock in Hank's oh. The fact his friend looks utterly floored, any other time Bobby would take it as reaching an unknown challenge. Just to get that expression on his friends face. But the fact, Bobby thinks, it's just from his appearance? The realness of the disbelief causes him to realize just how much of a bad friend he's been.
ㅤㅤSure, life's been busy. Being on separate teams makes everything more difficult. Takes a lot of effort to rearrange things. Make the time. He's done it, he has that ability. He should have made time for Hank too.
ㅤㅤA cheerful smile curves over his lips. " I'm getting the hang of it, it's nice . Krakoa's different from the school, more enjoyable. More ways to help other mutants... " He pauses a few moments to get his thoughts together.
ㅤㅤ" I feel that I'm actually getting a handle on myself.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHow about--? "
ㅤㅤHe's doing it again, pretending he doesn't notice something. He thought he'd gotten better at not doing it.
ㅤㅤBobby let out a breath, the only sign of his nerves is a faint icy vapor trail mixed within his exhale. Another glimpse of it shows seconds later as Bobby looks down, gripping his straw & tugging at it gently, making it look like he's stirring it instead of it being a tick.
ㅤㅤWhat does he even say? Words only go so far & he's found actions are better or a mixture. Would words even matter? Which ones? There are so many jokes or light japs that flow through his mind, he has to push that urge back before they start popping out.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe's gunna wing it. He's good at that right?
ㅤㅤ" I'm sorry, Hank. " Bobby gives him a sad smile, it slowly reaches his blue eyes. " Do you have time to talk? I have a few hours before I have to head out... " His hand raises to rub the back of his head bashfully. " It feels like we should. "
#positivelybeastly#bobby muse#/ loosely plotted#y'know i was gunna send this to you in an ask#but it got /long/#so here have this#also i realize i need to make more non-icy icons#/ ask response#lemme know if ya want an edit c:#bobby ask response
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*Narrator voice* "With his little rainbow flag held up and proud in his hand, Stanley is just in time to celebrate this year's Pride Month."
#The Stanley Parable#tsp Stanley#theo draws#just got hit by a terrible wave of artist's block depression while trying to tweak narrator's design#so here have this
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🖤 barber!mickey & (not so) shaggy!ian 🖤
here's the 37th installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: spoiled by @very-sleepy-head
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[ read scenes one & two in their entirety ON AO3 ]
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“So, you, uh, like tacos?” Ian asks and immediately regrets.
Mickey’s head snaps up, his expression still largely unreadable. “Sure,” he says, licking his lips. “Wouldn’t trust a guy who doesn’t.”
He smirks, and the sea foaming within Ian catches fire.
They’re no longer touching, just standing awkwardly in the middle of the sidewalk, so Ian takes a tentative step forward, watching as Mickey mirrors his movements.
“What’s your go-to?”
“Steak. You?”
Ian thinks about it. “Al Pastor.”
Mickey makes a face like he’s smelled spoiled milk. “That shit with the pineapple? The fuck is wrong with you, Gallagher?”
#salkfhalskfhsfkh#i really wanted to use the prompt in a weird slightly gross way#so here have this#also for the record. al pastor is my fave. so i love him. but mickey is incorrect about this one.#also also next week -- we might be getting a christmas miracle#if it works out you can all send your love to anna of rereadanon for making it happen#WOOHOO I AM PSYCHED#barber!mickey my sweet#shaggy!ian my pet#shameless#galladrabbles#shameless fanfiction#ian x mickey
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I actually think it's really weird that Tourette is the only neurodevelopmental disorder with a diagnostic cutoff age.
It's common knowledge, medically, that tics can be dormant until triggered by environmental factors such as trauma/stress. Additionally, individuals can have a sudden increase in tic frequency in adulthood after a period of few/no tics since early childhood when tics are usually less noticeable.
Scientific evidence says that tics are caused by tic disorders and tic disorders alone. Other involuntary movements may be mistaken for tics, however, which is why it's important to increase public awareness and knowledge of other types of involuntary movement (like dystonia or myoclonus).
I had my first tics when I was 7 or 8 that I can remember, and I may have had other tics before that as well. My theory is that my Tourette was triggered by traumatic events in my childhood and when the trauma and stress died down, so did my tics (they didn't go away though). When the quarantine first started in 2020 (I was 15) I was so stressed with school and my boyfriend being in the mental hospital that my tics came back full force (unfortunately, this was during the height of the "functional tics" craze) and have been significantly present ever since.
#forgot how I was going to end this#so here have this#tourette syndrome#tourettes syndrome#tourettes#tics and tourettes
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✨ local idiot and his corndog ✨
Do you feel okay?
You look pretty low
Pretty low, pretty low
(Handsome awkward)
Pretty handsome awkward
@maibpenrai
#corndog#big dragon#big dragon the series#big dragon the romcom#mygifs#just yai enjoying his#no implications here#what no#this is a kidzs show#mama put down the weapon#thai bl#idc what to tag it#so here have this
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1) Nicknames - I don’t really have any. Katie and Kate. There used to be others but I haven’t heard them in years. I guess my mom still calls me peanut sometimes.
2) Zodiac - my money is on Arthur Leigh Allen. And I’m a Virgo.
3) Height - 5’9”
4) Last Google - Icelandic Yule lads
5) Song stuck in my head - Photograph by Def Leppard (for like the third week straight)
6) Number of followers - 1006 apparently
7) Amount of sleep - Well, last night was my worst night since I’ve been wearing a Fitbit
8) Lucky numbers - 13 (because of my birthday, not because I’m an edgelord)
9) Dream job - making art at home and selling it for enough money to live on
10) Wearing - Jeans, cami, cardigan (basically what I wear every day to work)
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Boom Apotheosis drawings
#syrup told me to post my art#so here have this#uh#yeah#I never post art except for the meme stuff so uh have this#I didn’t feel like doing lineart for the exandroth sketch so I just colored it and called it a day#my art#jrwi#jrwi fanart#phantom does a thing#jrwi apotheosis#rambling#phever dreams with phantom#and that’s all the tags you get#wait actually#body horror#<- just in case
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Are you sure this is safe? Of course not. / I can feel my body... eroding.
meljayvik week 2022 | prompt: arcane & viktor
Like everyone else, Viktor's on a journey of becoming. His is much more explicit and maybe tangible (for much of the audience) because it's focused primarily on the self. If Jayce is preoccupied with creating tools that can enable and "empower" as he sees it; if Mel is obsessed with painting the world in gold i.e. transforming the world around her to something better and kinder; then where is Viktor's core concern focused? The Self, the Body, and in some ways the Mind. It's physical, and psychological, maybe even a little spiritual, because that hexcore was quite literally communing with him even before he decides to use his own body as a science experiment and begin his transformation. Or should we call it an evolution?
#viktor arcane#meljayvikweek#meljayvik#sancta trinitas#arcanedaily#i had this lengthy screed but then i realised i was talking too much about zaun#so here have this
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