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noloveline · 7 months
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MY LOVE (LIVE) Leigh-Anne - Vevo Studio Performance
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buggachat · 2 years
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Part 114 of my bakery “enemies” au!
<3 back on my bullshit
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Kofi
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cordiallyfuturedwight · 4 months
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happy new year from jin! for @jinstronaut ♡
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ricky-mortis · 2 months
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So- Spytown?
I’m in love with this au so much
Inspired by @dxppercxdxver ‘s Spies Are Forever/Hadestown AU. Also by @szollibisz incredible, just out of this world art, and @smytherines many, many text posts about it from the past few days.
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vitamin-zeeth · 11 months
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Matt is so correct Colin is just the player character in the Calorum video game. He doesn't know what he's fucking doing and literally just latched onto the first guy who gave him a Quest and has not left him for 2 years. He looks exactly like every Skyrim/Assassin's Creed/other similar game player character. I can just imagine him going around pressing X to interact
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yangjeongin · 5 months
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HYUNJIN | 231119 • LALALALA @ INKIGAYO
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guardian-angle22 · 11 months
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TK/Carlos + Touch
↳ 4.18 In Sickness and In Health (Deleted Scene)
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tswwwit · 6 days
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How would dipper propose to bill? -without any devious intentions, just pure love 😍
He'd absolutely overthink it to hell and back.
We're talking making notes and charts and a list of Everything That Must Go Right for the Perfect Setup. He's made a list of seventy-three options and eliminated half of them. He's fussed over the ring and has three different options stored in his sock drawer, one in the bottle of shower gel Bill doesn't use, and one up in the rafters. There's an excel file with probabilities for weather and temperature and the mood Bill might be in at that exact moment.
Of course, all these things completely fall apart in the most chaotic manner possible, with a high chance of 'near-death experience' to boot.
Dipper ends up blurting out 'Marry me' after the battle, seizing Bill's hand while his own are all sticky with the blood of their enemies and the survivors groan in anguish in the obliterated wreckage. And it's the most romantic proposal Bill could ever ask for.
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year
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“Eddie,” Robin says, eyes wide in a way that means trouble. “Edward Munson, I sincerely hope your last will and testament is in order, because you are going to completely and totally die when I tell you who just got hired at Scoops Ahoy.”
Eddie groans. “Don’t tell me Tammy Thompson is giving up on her Nashville dreams.”
“No, I hate you, shut up forever, you’ll never guess.” Robin pauses, then in a dramatic whisper she’s definitely picked up from Eddie himself, says: “Steve Harrington.”
“Jesus. No shit?”
“Yeah, I have to train him. Oh my god it’s the worst. He’s so bad at, like, everything.”
She shoves at his shoulder until he moves out of the doorway of the trailer, and flings herself backwards onto his couch. “Like! Okay! I showed up to my shift thinking it would be a completely normal day in which I would be bored out of my skull distributing frozen dairy products to the flotsam and jetsam of Hawkins, and Ned’s like, hey Robin, you’re showing the new guy the ropes today. And then that freaking jackass has the freaking nerve to say—” Her voice drops a full register. “Uhh, nice to meet you, I’m Steve. Nice to meet you! God!”
Eddie cringes sympathetically, sucking air between his teeth. There’s a special kind of indignity to being so completely and utterly below the radar of Hawkins High royalty, even former bearers of the crown. It’s not as if Hawkins is a big town; Eddie’s pretty sure he could pick every single person in the graduating classes of ‘84 and ‘85 out of a crowd. He’ll probably be able to do it for ‘86 too, though he’s trying not to think about it too hard. So he’ll be a senior again (again) this fall, whatever. It’s fine. It’s whatever.
Once in a while, he wastes some time really, really wishing he’d gotten to know Robin earlier in the year. Maybe even last year. For undying friendship reasons, yeah, but also because with her in his corner, he might’ve actually passed enough of his classes to fucking graduate on his second fucking try.
But he’d only actually met her, like actually met her for real instead of passing her in the hall sometimes, when he’d let himself get suckered into rejoining band. It wasn’t like he could’ve brought his guitar in, but he let it slip to Miss Genovese that he could read music and keep time, and they needed someone to wallop the bass drum, and he figured a little experience fucking around with percussion might be the one thing he could salvage from the year. He’d just…been so goddamn tired of feeling stuck, spinning his wheels. Music was something he could actually handle; something he could actually get better at. Something he could master. He's man enough to admit he needed a win.
The actual songs were all stuffy Holst and Sousa numbers, but they’d had some fun technical bits he spent his evenings hammering out for a couple weeks. And then right around the point when he’d gotten good enough to get bored and think about quitting like last time, it had somehow wound up that shooting the shit with the gangly weirdo in the trumpet section was one of the best parts of his day. Unfortunately, by the time they’d gotten close enough for her to start bullying him about homework and shit, it had been way too late to save his chance at walking that ‘85 stage with assholes like Steve fucking Harrington.
Not that Harrington would’ve even noticed, apparently.
“Anyway, the one singular saving grace about the entire situation is that he looks even dumber in the sailor costume than I do, so at least that will make me feel better about my life until he gets fired for burning down the ice cream freezer or something like that. Eddie, I cannot stress this enough: he is so bad at this job.”
Eddie very tactfully does not bring up the litany of screw-ups that Robin’s admitted to over the last couple weeks since she started at Scoops; he just says, “Buckley, it sounds to me like you might be in need of some quality relaxation time this fine evening. I can offer you a nice cold beer, some herbal refreshment…or a fiendishly weird new song to learn with an intro riff that'll make you cry.”
Robin, inveterate nerd of his heart, sits up immediately and chirps, “New song, please!” just like he knew she would. She’s going to run off and elope with his acoustic one of these days, and he’s not even mad about it.
“Coming right up, m’lady,” says Eddie. “I promise this entire Harrington situation will be over before you know it, and neither of us will ever have to think about him again.”
(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)
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17isrighthere · 27 days
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SUNGHOON Drunk-Dazed @ MusicBank
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My little sister showed me The Mandalorian this past week and I bawled my eyes out 
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khaotunq · 8 months
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happy birthday to the most subtle actor on the planet, first kanaphan / happy one of my favourite little eclipse details day
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midkarma · 1 year
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aki and fiend reader….
he would find you SO annoying. and ohhh you make him hate himself because of how attractive he finds you. since the first day that you joined the hayakawa household it’s like you’ve been trying your best to be a thorn in his side. and the worst part? you’re not even doing anything wrong.
you pick up after yourself, you’re generally well mannered (apart from sometimes referring to him as “human” or “mortal”), and you’re able to calm down the ever rowdy power and denji. they look up to you like an older sibling, especially when they hide behind you to shield themselves from a pissed off aki. he hates it. he hates how much they trust you.
and he hates how amazingly you follow orders. you kill curses easily and with an efficiency that even the highest ranking public safety officers can’t compete with. you clean off your weapons in the living room, always taking care to sharpen and buffer when needed. you even offer to clean off his sword. maybe you should offer to clean off those daggers he’s been glaring at you, too.
the worst part is when you start looking after aki in the same way you look after power and denji. what used to be limited interaction between yourself and aki, has now become you hanging up his laundry to dry, cooking meals you know he likes, and keeping the duo off his back. aki will never admit it, but he loves that you care about him as well.
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mayasaura · 6 months
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Fearne is so alloaro to me. She adores her friends! They're her favorite people. They're so important to her. They're also very sexy, and she would sleep with any of them if they were interested because that's just one more thing she does for fun. The second Chetney started implying jealousy and calling her "his girl" she was like, "Whoa now, hold on. I did not agree to that." Shut that whole avenue down right there.
Like yeah, she's a matchmaker. She loves romance and setting people up! Just don't expect her to be more than a guest in that dynamic. I love it.
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treasureplcnet · 5 months
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someone on the bodies production team you have to release more layout/bts pictures of charles whiteman's flat please. this is a great start but i need to know him better. particularly if it's got about as much mould as a second year uni house and if he owns as many chairs as it seems LOL
#ok the joke is at his expense but im already romanticising this shit#20-something loser karl weissman moves into the worst flat of all time and makes it a home#hangs a picture of his parents' wedding against the worst wallpaper you've ever seen#just buys what he likes and calls it decor#how else can you explain the fucking model boat next to the fucking telephone. AND YOU MAY TELL ME 'oh thats just random set stuff'#NOT TO ME!#and it stays until he's in his mid 30s. develops a habit of not cleaning up along the way#the shot where he seems to have taken off his shirt/tie/jacket and then dropped them off on various pieces of furniture. HE LIVES LIKE THIS#also entertaining the idea that its his parents' old stuff that he can't bring himself to throw out ..#i will created a fully fleshed out character using 8 episodes and fever dream visions if i have to#karl weissman#bodies netflix#edit: the original tags are above but since then i joined the discord and got to add these pictures LOL#saved this post as a draft bc i was like. i cant annoy people on the tag any more than i already have#doesnt matter. forcing this into the tag like a week after i made it anyway#im still so interested in the fact that it seems like there are more rooms that we never see#outside this bedroom and living space (and the bedroom isnt clear in the show either)#like. i rly need a 360 house tour NOW.#ALSO I FEEL LIKE A TOWN CRIER NO I DONT THINK HE HAS MOULD BUT IT WOULD BE FUNNY!!!!#the chair next to the liquor rly is something. hes MY babygirl
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victimized-martyr · 8 months
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the trilogy
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