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louthelost · 2 months
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Lothal is my home
Ezra Bridger, the character that you are...
(progress shots under the cut)
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jventureart · 7 months
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hi ofmd friends
I offer you one (1) oluwande, as a treat
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yunville · 8 months
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"what are you doing, love?" riki asks as he steps into the linen lighted room with a slight vanilla scent airing through the room. putting down his bag to the corner of your room and sitting himself on your bed.
"hmm? i'm still on my assignment babe. why?" you replied, gaze not leaving your lighted laptop. college has been really tough lately, it does not help that you have assignments daily leading to sleepless nights or 12am earliest.
"you've been on that for hours. have you eaten at least?" he asked in worried demeanor. he observes that you constantly neglect to eat whenever you're confronted with assignments that are time consuming. his question was then met with silence – knowing that only means that you have not had your dinner.
"babe!!" he whines. "you're always doing this, you're lucky i bought some food before coming over. you were complaining this afternoon about being hungry, did you eat then?" he questions while walking to your desk.
you look up at him and smiled sheepishly. you gave him a quick peck on his lips before turning back to your laptop. riki, not letting this slide, gently puts your computer screen down. he mocks your smile, not wasting a second to drag you out of your seat and into the living room.
while he was engrossed in his meal and his show, you silently admire him from the sideline appreciating his keen observation skills that ensure you were well taken care of by him.
'my handsome boy' you smiled a little before finishing up your meal and thanking him not forgetting to give him a big fat kiss leaving him dumbfounded.
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ineed-to-sleep · 11 months
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Well you see they're just very good friends
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bloodfreak-boyking · 4 months
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okay but can we talk about a few things here. First of all, the way dean's looking at sam throughout all of these is fucking insane.
Second of all, SPECIFICALLY the way he's looking DIRECTLY AT HIS LIPS...WHEN THEY'RE BASICALLY PRESSED TOGETHER.
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LIKE COME ON. ARE YOU GUYS SEEIN THIS SHIT?
Third, the way he looks so DISAPPOINTED in the last two.
Conclusion: Dean wanted his little brother to pull him in by his lapels and kiss him stupid and he's bummed the fuck out it didn't happen.
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cptnleviackerman · 7 months
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"Am I your lockscreen?"
jean kirstein x gn reader
content - modern au, fluff, jean calls reader pretty, jean gets embarrassed when you look at his phone words - 1k
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"Do you seriously think you have better moves than me, Kirstein?"
Jean tilts his head, but keeps his eyes focused on the screen, not wanting to let your taunting get to him. 
The two of you had been engaged in a close battle of video games all afternoon, currently playing a 3 round game of tennis on the Wii to decide which one of you gets to choose the place you'll order food from for dinner. 
"Babe, just watch this serve and you'll be eating your words." He brings his arm back in preparation for his tennis serve. "Just like you'll be eating Chinese food for dinner!" 
Jean ends his sentence with a whoop, clearly already planning his victory as he prepares to undergo what he assumes will be his final few swings. 
The first swing is his serve, a nice and solid start in which he had you leaping to cover your end of the court. 
"You know if I win this set I win the entire match, right? It's match point, baby."
You scoff, trying your best to ignore him. 
His second swing has your heart beating frantically, and even though your eyes have been trained on his every move on screen, you still almost miss it—managing to save it by the skin of your teeth. 
"I love you baby, but there ain't no way I'm letting you win right now."
And he's right. His third swing is his most forceful yet, and you're pretty sure he almost let go off the Wii remote—thank god you told him to use the remote straps. 
You groan the second your Mii misses the tennis ball, but it's drowned out by Jean's incredibly loud, and giddy, cheering. 
"Wooooooo! Aw yeah, ah ye— did you see that, babe?—ah yeah, I'm a genius, I literally nailed that!—that was amazing." 
His cheering bleeds into something more along the lines of a song, and you can't help but laugh as you reach across the sofa to pick up Jean's phone, thinking that you may as well get the menu up and ready to browse while he finishes his gloating.
"Yeah yeah yeah, it's probably for the best anyway, you're such a sore loser—" 
Jean turns to look at you—ready to take all your teasing about how much of a bad loser he is, and how you let him win this game to save your poor ears from having to hear all his whining—when his eyes widen.
“Am I your lockscreen?” You ask, stunned.
ShitShitShit
Jean grimaces. 
Act dumb.
“What are you talking about? I… I don’t think I have a lockscreen at the moment.”
Not that dumb.
You smile, narrowing your eyes slightly in amusement as Jean’s mouth opens and closes. 
"And you're sure about that, huh?" 
"I think maybe Eren changed it the other day…" 
You stare at him, watching the cogs turning in his head. 
"I never change my lockscreen—I wouldn't even know how to—and if I did I'd only ever change it to something really good—not that you're not good—shit—I mean like, a good photo of the sky or a nice group shot or a pic of my dog—not that I think you're like my dog—you're really pretty—not that my dogs not pretty—it's a different type of pretty, you know? You wouldn't compare apples to oranges—no wait—that's not right…"
Jean looks to the ground as he trails off—not daring to meet your eyes. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. His face felt hot. His heart was racing wildly. 
God. That was a mess.
“Jean?”
He continues avoiding your eyes, willing the ground to open up and swallow him right where he stood.
“Jean?” You ask again, “Is this photo from my instagra—”
“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Jean says quickly. 
You look at him for a second—watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, and seeing how his hands are beginning to shake—and you take a step towards him. 
“Jean, would you please look at me?”
He doesn't.
“Baby, I’m serious,” you try not to smile at his stubbornness, “it's very, super, extremely important that you look at me right now.”
You step in front of your boyfriend, placing your hands on his cheeks and angling his head so he is forced to look at you.
“I’m not mad, Jean. I’m not upset or confused or embarrassed, or whatever it is that you think I'm feeling right now.” 
Jean furrows his eyebrows, but he doesn’t dare to interrupt. 
“I love it. A lot. And I can't believe I didn’t know—wait, is this what Eren was teasing you about the other day?”
Jean nods, and you're unable to stop the smile that lights up your face.
“Oh my god… you’re the sweetest guy ever.” 
You move your hands from his face, and instead settle your arms around his waist, pulling him ever so slightly closer to you.
“Why didn't you want me to know?”
“I don’t know… I think maybe I thought it was too soon…?” Jean says, his voice rising as he reaches the end of his sentence.
You shake your head.
“It’s not too soon, definitely not at all. I love it, okay?”
“Okay.” Jean smiles.
“Just promise me one thing—”
“Anything.”
“Next time you want a photo for your lockscreen, just ask me. I don’t want you to be forced to use the same photos that everybody gets to see. I want you to have something special.”
Jean feels his cheeks flare up with warmth at your words, but he nods his head.
Satisfied, you untangle your arms from around his waist and plop yourself down on the sofa, holding his phone out towards him.
Jean’s puzzled look causes you to let out a small giggle.
“Baby… You won, now come over here and order me some Chinese food.”
Jean grins, his cocky winner demeanour suddenly returning as he sits down next to you, flopping himself practically on top of you and slinking his arm around your shoulder.
“Give me that phone babe, it's time for the winner to choose the dinner.”
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blackhholes · 2 months
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Teen Wolf as Arthurian Characters
Isaac Lahey as Lancelot du Lac
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roselikeaweed · 1 year
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why do i not see anybody talking about how cute joel with slicked back hair was???
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LIKE LOOK AT HIM
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like- hes so precious please i cant
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its giving gentlemen
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like hes so fucking cute bffr
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miekasa · 2 years
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when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig
— doc dad levi anon
SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).
Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).
(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).
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smallest-moon · 11 months
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your honor im just simply in love with every version of him ♡
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crocchompers · 4 months
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he bites 🤭
Ok but I actually love this lol I love when people make him crazy for no reason <3
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fizzytoo · 11 months
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breakfast for dinner
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angelbambisworld · 1 month
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Asylum era Gene. . .
Save me Asylum era Gene. . .
Asylum era Gene please save me
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braisedhoney · 7 months
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some tragic love stories be like: if i could bottle the galaxy, i would pour it into a cup so it would be easier for you to drink. do you want them? do you want the stars? or do they suit you better as adornments for your eyes than glitter on your lips?
but they don’t want the stars. they don’t want the galaxy. but how can they not? is that not enough? (it’s too much, that’s the problem. it’s too much.)
#ney's idle chatter (random textposts)#me trying and failing to capture why hadestown has embodied Love in a way i don’t think i’m really capable of comprehending fr#but also this can be about whatever blorbo you want#when i think about that one line in chant#when hades says ‘brighter than the light of day’#‘look. look at what i can make for you—see?’#meanwhile the last thing persephone wants is to be reminded of this hollow echo of what their love is in her memories#when i think about that scene when eurydice tells orpheus they need to get food#but he’s working on his song and she makes the choice to trust him and go#to work harder and longer and search for things to feed them and trust he’ll bring spring back#THE WAY PERSEPHONE TRIES TO KISS HADES GOODBYE AT THE START WHEN SHE COMES BACK FOR SUMMER#AND HOW IT PARALLELS EURYDICE KISSING ORPHEUS GOODBYE WHEN SHE GOES TO LOOK FOR FOOD#and hades pulls away. because she’s leaving him and he’s terrified. he’s terrified and turns it into anger because otherwise he’s helpless.#and orpheus doesn’t respond when eurydice leaves because he’s working—he’s working and he’s going to give her what he promised.#but she needs his help. she needs his help now—she needs his support and he isn’t there.#thinking about the moment she takes the ticket from hades and#it almost implies she starves. that she dies. that she starves to death trying to find food for them both#i promise you however unhinged i seem about this musical i am being purposefully restrained so i don’t spam you all too much orz#holy SHIT these tags are LONG#even for me this is ridiculous there’s a whole other post down here#high five to you for reading it ig damn#hadestown
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pianokantzart · 3 months
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So if the bros actually are in Sarasaland for the sequel, why are they there? And if Daisy does appear, what would her role be? Perhaps something similar to DK’s role in the first movie?
Whatever it is, I hope they establish her as more than just Luigi’s love interest. I’ve seen some people mention how much they want her to appear in the sequel, but it’s only so she and Luigi can make goo-goo eyes at each other and nothing else.
If they are in Sarasaland, I'm going guess either
They need Princess Daisy's help either to find a macguffin or for political allegiance.
They got lost somewhere in their journey (maybe due to a malfunctioning warp pipe) and now need help finding their way home / to The Darklands to save Princess Peach.
In either case, I do imagine Princess Daisy would serve kind of a DK-ish role where she joins them partway through their adventure to give them a leg up. She acts as the muscle, mostly working in the background while having obvious on-screen importance in terms of turning the tide of battle.
As for her interaction with Luigi, I'm with you. Either I want her to have a respectful (albeit a little obvious) crush on Luigi that he stays entirely oblivious to for the entire movie or... better yet... I want them to handle it exactly the same way they handled Peach and Mario's relationship.
There's no moment that sparks fly, but you can see tiny things clicking into place: soft moments of connection and little instances of Daisy paying especially close attention to Lu's emotional state. From a distance it looks like just a strong friendship forming, but if you look harder you can see something a little stronger than that brewing beneath the surface.
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da-proti-toku-grem · 2 months
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noooooo i just remembered i actually wrote a short fic about Nace making a flower crown for Jan (and Jan failing to make one for Nace hshshs) while they sat like in this pic in front of each other and now i'm going to cry :(
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