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If you hate that Vader came back from the Dark Side in the end I genuinely don't get how you can enjoy watching Star Wars.
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terezis · 1 year
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crossover fic and/or liveshow where the starblaster gang goes to disneyland steeplechase using the planar belts and everyone mistakes taako for a kinda shitty taako cosplayer. someone dressed as girth the direwolf (it’s a fursuit) tells him it’s a good first attempt for a beginner but EVERYONE knows taako’s braid falls over his OTHER shoulder. if you want to be ACCURATE you have pay attention to these things. fucking amateur
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My little court jester <3
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androideql · 11 months
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My lungs feel fucked and it hurts to speak from all the coughing, but I'm fine btw
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soupthatistohot · 2 years
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my soul is too much charged with blood of thine
skk - rated T - au fic
Chuuya had a working theory: only weirdos went to the grocery store after 8pm on the weekend.
So should he really be so surprised that on one particular evening Dazai Osamu happens to be one of them?
OR
Chuuya and Dazai accidentally meet after not having spoken since they broke up in high school four years prior — and then Dazai refuses to leave Chuuya's life again.
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kiriona-apologist · 2 years
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I would LOVE to hear what inspired the band au
alright alright let me set the stage
you're me. you've just been at a small concert with some friends, you're all walking to get some food. you have spent the last sixty minutes thirsting over the drummer. you write fanfic, you like the locked tomb. your friends know you write fanfic and they love challenging you.
so we're walking, and all of us are agreeing wholeheartedly that the drummer was very attractive and that the band had great onstage chemistry. i'm discussing one particular instance of the show (in the fic it's the last song that harrow plays for gideon, the emotional climax if you will) and i say something along the lines of
"it's like a scene pulled straight out of a book or a fic, i wanna write it so bad" particularly about the emotionality and the physicality of the moment. i mean c'mon what else is one supposed to feel when a guitarist is on their knees in front of the dummer??
these friends, knowing me and my hobbies, then reply
"bet"
this, of course, was something i couldn't back down from. we spent the entire rest of the walk and dinner hashing out ideas, until i inevitably settled on gideon and harrow. it had to more than 5k words, it had to include that scene and it had to very very gay.
so i set about writing it, very thankful that i had a video of the exact moment i needed to write. and ultimately finished it a day before nona, which was a push lol
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clusterbungle · 2 years
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I'm about to start work for the day and I usually have the radio playing in the background
Today just... no, nope, can't do it.
I tuned in for less than a minute and obviously I knew it would be all about Queenie, but people are practically sobbing about it and saying what a huge impact she had on their lives and they don't what to do without her and just-
NO.
She died. It was momentous, sure. But you didn't actually know her, you almost certainly never met her (and if you did it was probably for 30 seconds), she didn't have any direct tangible impact on your life except the taxes you paid towards the upkeep of her big-ass palace!
It's gonna be very quiet in my house for the next few weeks 😑
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wanderingrei · 2 years
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I just want to be loved and adored.
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“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets. 
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.
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nerdpoe · 1 month
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Danny is about to be kidnapped in Gotham This is not a good time.
He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.
It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.
So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.
He used them to vent.
Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.
The goons actually backed off.
One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.
Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.
So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.
She brought over BatBurger and kidnapped Bruce Wayne, Gotham's bumbling Prince, to talk about college grants.
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Jeremiah and Mike’s first conversation in FNAF 2
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fumifooms · 3 months
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Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…
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stil-lindigo · 8 months
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the fox god.
a comic about a trickster.
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all my other comics
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kymsys · 2 months
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'It was late spring, the first time all year that the sunshine had any real strength behind it. Satoru was wittering on about something inane as always — Tentomon or something equally ridiculous.
There was nothing special about the moment. Not really. Except for the fact that Satoru had shrugged off his jacket in the heat. It was draped around his shoulders just so, exposing the long column of his throat, pale after a long winter. Really, there was nothing special about the moment. But when Suguru looked at the boy silhouetted against the spring sky, bright and blue and boundless and beautiful — just like his eyes, Suguru thought — his heart skipped a beat all the same. With all the sight afforded to him, Satoru never missed a thing. So it was risky, what Suguru did. Later, when he was looking at his new phone wallpaper under the cover of darkness, grinning like an idiot, he'd wonder how he ever got away with it. Yet, if Suguru's yearning to capture that perfectly ordinary moment forever was stronger than all reason, perhaps it was stronger than the Six Eyes, too. After all, not even Satoru could stop time.' - by my beloved @fushiglow ♥
(( also glo says: FUN FACT! Tentomon is voiced by Suguru's VA — ergo it's Satoru's favourite Digimon, obviously )) ---------------------------------------------------------
freshly added headcanons: • gojo at some point randomly barged into sugurus room and put glowy stickers all over his ceiling • suguru has gojo as his phone wallpaper, but keeps it a secret • suguru is a hamasaki ayumi fan • the cinnamoroll phone charm is from gojo who spent almost an eternity getting that out of a gatcha machine for him • they were happy
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tacticalprincess · 2 months
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König would whine and cum in his boxers just by eating pussy, send tweet
he’d like to say he doesn’t do it mostly for his own pleasure, but he’s never been one to lie. he’s insanely selfish when it comes to you, all of you, so of course his favorite place to be is where he can be completely engulfed by you. between your pudgy thighs, gripping them so hard the fat spills between his thick fingers, keeping you spread wide for him while he devours you like a man starved. anytime, any place, anywhere. he doesn’t need a reason; dropping to his knees and hiking one of your legs over his shoulder when look a little too pretty before you leave, pulling down your sweats while you lounge on the couch, telling you to ‘sit on your throne’ just before bed… you’re an indulgence, a sweet treat he can’t go without, and you taste like one too.
when he gets lost in the heady scent of your arousal, dizzy with the feeling of all his senses being overtaken by you, there’s no rhythm or rhyme to his movements — just sloppily dragging his fat tongue along your slick folds and suckling at your puffy clit while your hips buck skywards against his strong nose out of instinct. he’ll hump his achey cock against whatever’s available to him, cumming in his pants just from feeling the way your body reacts to him — the way your pussy squeezes his tongue when it plunges into your tight hole, how cutely you squirm against his face when you cum — let alone all the beautiful noises you make. he moans and whines like he’s the one getting head, the vibrations sending tingles up to your tummy. your pleads for him to stop, give your poor, sore cunt rest for a little bit, fall on deaf ears. just stay still, kleine hase, let your könig have his fill.
military training probably taught him to hold his breath for an extended period of time, which comes in handy, but he’ll occasionally come up for air to watch your back arch prettily off the bed, cheeks stained with tears. “one more, maus. you can give me one more, ja?” though it’s never just one more.
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alectology-archive · 1 year
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most annoying breed of author is actually someone who doesn’t respect a genre and sets out to subvert it.
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