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#the brainrot is real
klararoman · 4 hours
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Got the flu, but decided to be gay. WIP of a piece inspired by @havanillas' ratiorine mermaid AU
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cass-foxx · 2 days
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Can let the gang know I fw the headcannon that Izzy is trans 🏳️‍⚧️
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Just finished OFMD and I will never recover from it.
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So, I’ve been thinking.
Buck has some seriously bad taste in girlfriends over the course of these glorious 6 seasons, before he decides to see if the other side can bring some light in. I mean, all of the women he has seriously dated had some strong likable qualities to them and they all wanted what’s best for Buck (I’m trying at my own share of optimism here). I think, from all of them, Abby was his most successful one (before it obviously crashed and burned and shattered his big wonderful heart). It had something none of the other ones had. Acceptance and honesty. Abby accepted his job, listened when Buck was caught up into his head about the stresses of the job. Buck accepted her problems with her mother and helped her through while she was alive and for a good time after she passed. Buck was honest with her, as she was with him. They had been through their fair share of trials and tribulations. Up until she left for Europe, I honestly liked them together.
Once they’re officially over, all the other relationships he has either miss one or the other.
Ali couldn’t get over the dangers Buck was open to while on the job.
Taylor fully accepted his job, even was honest and genuine with him at some point. Buck didn’t reciprocate either. He couldn’t get over her intense ambition for every new story she could use to her benefit (to which she obtained by breaching his trust, both when they first met and when they were well into their relationship). He wasn’t open with her, again, in many circumstances. Even cheated on her with Lucy, for whom he didn’t have any sort of feelings other than attraction. When you get drunk, the truth comes out. There’s no devil, just a complete lack of self-restraint. If Buck truly loved her, which we know he didn’t, since her answer to her confession was literally “Good.”, getting drunk should’ve confirmed his affections, not completely contradict them. Buck, seems like an affectionate and happy drunk, since that’s who he is. If he loved Taylor, we should’ve gotten a sequence in which he calls her and starts spitting dramatic declarations or even comes home to her because when you love someone, they’re your home. Your instinct is to go them, not kiss the next person you see. Then, he lies, once he gets to his apartment, after this ‘mistake’. And asks her to move in. Because he got nervous. He couldn’t be honest with her. When they found out, they brushed it off quickly, never to be mentioned again. As if they wore both scared. They break it off, eventually, after a story that should’ve remained private made the headlines. It was an important breach in trust, but it shouldn’t have been enough for Buck, considering how loyal he is (just look at how much he waited for Abby). But it didn’t need to be too much, since there wasn’t anything too significant or tethering between them to begin with.
Natalia was fascinated by his death, which was an instant message that this wasn’t going to last in any way, shape or form. Buck is also dishonest with her, about Lucy and his history with her, again. We can understand this, it shines a bad light on him if he confesses he has cheated before, but didn’t he say she sees him? Shouldn’t that bring out at least some kind of easiness into ending up saying the truth? Apparently not.
We can see why the majority dislike Buck’s choices in the women he dates long-term. Ali and Natalia never get fleshed out. Abby and Taylor do and you, as a watcher, can even sympathize with them, but they both end up really hurting Buck. So, what can you do? Settle for what the show gives you? Fandoms don’t do that, especially when they aren’t satisfied.
Okay, so who reaches those two requirements and is constantly present in Buck’s life, who is properly fleshed out? You guessed it.
Drumrolls, please.
Eddie.
Do we even have to talk about acceptance? Come on.
Eddie has been here since season 2. Through a near death experience, then another one, then a lawsuit and then another one (there’s a lot, enough to fill a whole card-based game). Buck has also had to suffer through two of those near-death meetings with Death that Eddie has had. They’ve fully had each other’s backs within the first 48 hours of meeting one another. Honesty between them is natural and that is expressed in a lot of scenes. To list a few, we have Eddie having panic attacks when he thinks of committing to Ana. He goes and talks about it with Buck and Bobby and then breaks it off with her. Secondly, when Eddie finds about the fates of his army friends and destroys his bedroom through a fit of rage brought on by helplessness and fear. A very vulnerable state to be in (let’s be honest, how many damn people have seen Eddie cry his eyes out?). Buck goes in, listens to him, gives him advice and we later see them both patching up his wrecked bedroom walls. Thirdly, we have Buck going to his house to get some reprieve from the constant worry his friends have for him, knowing that he won’t be pushed here, but comfortably accompanied. He falls asleep immediately (let’s ignore couch theory before I go bonkers). That’s both of them expressing vulnerability and raw honesty. More than they’ve done with any lover, no matter how fleshed out.
There’s clearly an answer here. We’re going to wait until they find it.
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screw-the-government · 20 hours
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I’ve got Malevolent brainrot
Don’t send help, I’m enjoying it
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Hi l'd Just like to mention my struggles with writing my own creative story right now
Somehow
Every path I go down
Somehow ends up getting a cult
And a silly person with a voice in their head
Malevolent has occupied my every waking thought
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME HARLAN?!?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?
Edit: nvm crisis averted ppl in the malevolent server had some really good advice :D
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smolmousepotato · 3 days
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Tw: ooc, Boothill x fem!reader, tavern, bad writing ig, cringey i think
Midnight tavern
"What's a pretty lil' thing like ya doin' here eh?"
You can feel a warm waft of air trail the side of your neck as a figure corners you from behind. The night is still young.
You came to this tavern in hopes of drowning the day's fatigue with alcohol, with or without fun, you couldn't care less. But the relieving is a must.
Alone, you sit on a stool by the counter with your usual drink: a blueberry martini.
Your senses can't help but relish in the way the berries and vodka blend and soothe the raging storm within your soul. Everything is washed away, bit by bit along with each sip. By the end of the night, you'd expect a cleansed mood, free of annoyance and exhaust.
But this random guy who had been staring at you from across the counter might just create some more stress for you.
You were talking to the bartender when he rose from your peripheral vision. His tall form caught your attention. You notice the mechanical details on his body and the way he showed them off in a flashingly bold way.
The rim of his hat was overshadowing the half of his face. Gruffly, you see him approach.
The bartender left you with it, being occupied with another client.
And so that leads to you, being pressed against a wall by the man whose name you barely know.
He speaks to you in a low, rough voice with a thick Southern accent, towering his form over you. Chills were sent down your spine, and the alcohol in your system did the effect worse.
It felt hot. Amidst the crowd of the tavern, he traps you in one place, breathing heavily down your neck.
"Tell me."
"Just... for a little relief..." you reply with a quiet voice, looking away from his intense gaze.
"Mm, why do pretty lil' dolls like you need relief eh?"
"Personal stuff. Is it necessary for you to be this nosy?" You grumble, a little annoyed by the close proximity between you two.
"Hm, why, it ain't my business at all, in fact," the man leans back a little, noticing your annoyance. He chuckles, "I was just a lil' curious 'bout this pretty doll right here, so feisty ain't ya?"
"Not your business."
"Of course it ain't, cutie."
"What?"
"What? Got any problems 'bout that nickname I give?"
"Yeah. I don't even know you, and you're throwing nicknames at me."
"Aight, the name's Boothill. Pleasure to know your beautiful name?"
"Why should I even tell you..."
Afterwards, he eventually got your name. He grins and presses a brief little flirty kiss on your lips.
"See ya later, darlin'~"
You wouldn't think of a day you'd see someone's dignity missing like that.
He awaits you the next day you return, flirtatiously gazing at you. You can see him tip his hat.
Day after day, he'd be there, in the same spot you'd found him in since the first day, tipping his hat a little and grinning.
One day you step in to find his absence. A routine image, now you can't help but feel a little empty inside.
You take your seat, order your usual and chillax.
You sigh. Perhaps that flirt was entertaining after all.
Drink after drink, you venture forth beyond your forte, intoxicating yourself by midnight, when the tavern lessens its people.
That is when a certain man walks in, all bloody and staggering. He had a duel with another outlaw and took a bullet in the arm. The blood was the other's.
He sees you, limping over the counter, probably passed out cold. A closer distance; he smells alcohol and a mixed scent of multiple berries.
With a chuckle, he asks the bartender for some bandage and wraps his "wound" up.
His eyes wander back to where you sat, his heart swell with a need to wrap his arms around your form and pick you up.
But that'd be weird if he does, right?
So he tries his best to ignore it and acts casual, walking past you like nothing happened.
——
But she wasn't fully asleep. She can pick up the metallic scent of blood from where she sits, and it alerts her from her slumber.
His steps come to a halt when he felt a light force tugging at his arm. He turns around, a smile gracing his lips.
She, a small little thing who picked up the sense of danger and decided to be awake, though a tad bit sleepy.
"Well, what's this huh?" He chuckles, "clingy all out of a sudden?"
He can hear little grumbles from her, signifying her unclear annoyance towards him.
"Tell me, doll," he swoops in, his arms on the counter, trapping her from above, "would you?"
"Hah?"
"Would you care... if I walk in... this bloody?"
"I mean who doesn't? You look like you were dying."
"Yeaaaah, but still, that's just a side question. Here's the real one dollie, answer it honestly."
"50-50. Depends."
"Stop that."
He leans closer, his lips about to touch the shell of her ear when he whispers, "miss me?"
That sent shivers down her spine, making her weak in the knees and blank in the mind. That caused her heart to race like it's never before.
That makes her realize that she craves his presence.
"No." She spats, feigning annoyance.
———
You hear him chuckle.
"Y'know liars don't get to live so long."
"I wasn't lying."
"Sure thing, hun."
His hand grasps at her chin, pulling it upwards so that her head leans back. Those grey, unique eyes gaze into hers in a certain way that stirs up the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.
"Mmmh... what a sweet lil' thing, ain't ya?"
A pause of silence, where he looks into your eyes and solidifies you with all those feelings.
"Consent?"
"What?"
"A kiss?"
You look hesitantly at him, but your body has a mind of its own to decide on what must be done. Your hand wanders to the collar of his shirt, gripping it and pulling it down until his lips press against yours.
There was a slight halt in his breathing, as his eyes widened and his lips slightly agaped. But that was a brief moment before he dived right in, carrying passion with his kiss.
Your lips lock in a palpable passion, where your hands grip the back of his head and his hand rubs your body all over.
He chuckles as the kiss breaks. His hand grabs you by the collar and yanks you away from the stool.
"Get down 'ere, you sly lil' minx."
The alcohol in your system exposes you to being a little staggering, and an extra bit of flirtatiousness.
You grin, looking up from your height, into his eyes. There was affection and amusement in those eyes.
And then your lips collide in an intense kiss, once again. His arm wraps itself around your waist and tightens, pulling your body into his, and encouraging you to hold onto him.
So your hands do. They grasp onto his shirt, trying to pull him closer.
His hands then snake themselves under your body and pick you up, carrying you to the inn next to the tavern.
———
And then behind doors, each and every one of their kisses further lightens up the passion that has been suppressed within their hearts in fear of rejection. But now they both accept one another's feelings and are already in the same bed, it's clear that the passion blooms into lust and whatever comes afterward.
Perhaps the cowboy has found his place where he belongs, and so has she.
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fun-kyto-wn · 18 days
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this shot is quite literally insane dude I could write a whole essay about it. The director was like “Oh hey guys let’s do a close up on their hands to emphasize the importance of this gesture (as if making someone a mixtape isn’t already romantic enough), their fingers just inches apart to show have close but yet far away they are, that they share these little moments of intimacy but the weight of the unspoken feelings lingers heavy in the air oh and yeah let’s also make it look like the god damn fucking Michelangelo painting.. but nothing to see here.”
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persnickety-doodles · 10 months
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Girls Night Out! Avatar Korra is Accompanied By Her Best Friend, Asami Sato, at the Presidential Ball
It has been said they’re really ✨good friends✨
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sunspotinyourarea · 16 days
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Tumblr Brainrot
rottmnt AUs be like:
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cryptidinlaw · 2 months
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Huskerdust text posts
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nobie · 2 months
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"General." "Cody. Get Down!"
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sharks3ye · 2 months
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AGGHHHHHHH HAPPY VALENTINES DAY AAAA
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kaikai-art · 4 months
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He's trying to help 🥸
Found that phrase and thought it was really vashwood coded lmao
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kris-py-president · 6 months
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I keep thinking about Mobius noticing Loki acting different. About how he was the ONLY one who noticed, and he wasn't calm and collected about it. He grabbed hold of Loki's suit and didn't let go, because touch is how they communicate seriousness. He said what the SHIT are you doing Loki? What the shit are you going to do? This is *not* how you normally act and you're scaring me.
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turnipoddity · 1 year
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more craig and tweek doodles bc they’re the cutest fr
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fearwakes · 7 months
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Loki 2.01
He'll make it back.
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