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maze-mind · 2 months
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So, I have decided to give myself a dopamine rush and talk about my headcanons for Thominho, Thomas being scared of thunder.
Ever since thunder almost turned Thomas deaf, Thomas has an internal PANIC when he sees lightning and thunder.
The lightning is mostly because he thinks of Minho— how he was so scared of him dying. How something could *hurt* his love.
(^ important to note, I also believe in both adorable and comedic ideals that Thomas gets mad at anything that hurts Minho, even if it's an inanimate object. "HOW DARE YOU HURT MY BOYFRIEND, YOU HAVE COMMITTED THE GRAVEST OF SINS" then he just kicks the chair Minho tripped and landed on his face because of)
Anyway, Thomas REFUSES to let Minho walk outside while thunder is going on. He would most likely blame himself
^ Minho wouldn't push this, because he knows how much Thomas cares about it, even if it's dramatic overreaction
Thomas SEETHES whenever Minho teases him about thunder, and Minho soon learned to NOT MESS WITH TOMMY WHEN HE'S BEING OVERPROTECTIVE, that's how you get a couch to sleep on
*But Thomas never lets Minho sleep without him with thunder going on. He wants Minho constantly beside him.*
And Minho like. Kind of finds this annoying but he is also worried about thunder soooo
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2knightt · 2 months
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5 things dallas winston hated about you.
—even when you were on his last goddamn nerve, you were still everything to him. is he still everything to you? after all he’s put you through?
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-> in no way is this me changing my style nor should this be taken seriously…i’m just bored. and sad. and bored. and i miss my boyfriend. posted on queue!! i’m probably either studying, working on asks + event, or sleeping. either one.
(I.your snarky remarks.)
“did nobody ever teach you how to properly play uno of all games?”
you asked, a chuckle in your voice as you held your one card in hand. dallas glared at you from across your table, holding 12 cards. this was the 5th game you two played. he was never one to accept defeat easily.
“this game is just fuckin’ stupid. n’ you’re a dirty lil’ cheater.” he grumbled, staring down at his all red cards, eyes shifting back to the green 3 that you had placed down. dallas wanted to say more not-so-nice words, but knowing you fully, you’d say something even worse back. he hated that about you. you always said that it was apart of your charm, he always disagreed.
“why would i ever need to cheat when you can’t seem to count?” you snapped back, brows furrowed. you referenced the fact that dallas tried to pick up only 4 when he had to pick up 6, thinking he was slick.
dallas just huffed, picking up another card from the pile before mumbling a small, ‘go.’ there was a tug at the corners of your mouth, causing you to grin a little too hard as you placed down the winning card. for the 5th time in a row. dallas threw his cards down, clicking his tongue in annoyance. he leaned back into the chair, his head turned away from you as his arms hung off the chair.
“stop bein’ a baby and help me clean this up.”
“no. it’s your house.”
“and you’re the one who’s bumming around in it. clean up with me before i let you walk those streets. again.”
(II.how important your looks were to you.)
you stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, fingers running through your hair as you starred at yourself in the window of a convenience store.
“are you serious, y/n?” he asked, pockets in hand. he stopped walking when you did. he said it was so nobody hit on you. in reality, he liked it better when he had his eyes on you 24/7. he likes knowing you were safe. even for a second.
“yes, dallas. i am.” you replied with an eye roll. you grabbed your pink lip gloss, re-applying it for the 4th time today. sure, you were willing to admit it slowed you down—your focus on your looks. but were you gonna change? no! if someone doesn’t like it, who cares?
once you were done, you continued walking, leaving dallas to rush to catch up. he walked beside you after speed walking behind you for a few seconds. your lips shined under the hot tulsa sun, eyes glowing along with them. dally couldn’t help but wrap an arm around your waist.
he grew more and more aware of the men around. he held you closer, even when they paid no mind to neither you or him. he felt almost threatened for a moment.
“are you even listening?”
you chimed in, breaking his train of thought. dallas nodded, head empty. he didn’t hear a single thing you said. was he going to admit it? no. he didn’t want these other guys to know about how terrible of a boyfriend he was.
you just hummed, walking to your house in silence. any insults, compliments, comments, or cries would fall to deaf ears as of now.
(III.how you were blindly loyal.)
“i cannot believe you right now.”
“i jus’ said she was pretty. god forbid.”
he muttered as he entered your car, sitting in the passenger seat. dallas knew it’d be a terrible idea to try and make you jealous. boundaries, you’d shout. boundaries!
“i’ve told you how many times on how uncomfortable that makes me.”
“m’sorry, doll. i…i know. it was the alcohol.”
dallas lied right through his teeth. in all honesty—he’d been hoping it’d make you want to show him off. he was stupid for ever thinking you’d so something like that.
your silence scared him. you usually would’ve spat something back at him without a single thought. a sigh left your lips as you started the car, finally speaking up.
“i know.”
you muttered quietly. goddamn, maybe loyalty was gonna be the death of you. he didn’t mind much, though. at least you knew where home was. with him…right? right, y/n? he wanted to ask over and over again. dallas wanted the reassurance. he needed the support.
for what? he didn’t know. he just wanted to make sure you still felt the same way he does.
(IV.the way you fought.)
“she got you good, y/n.”
“oh, shut up, dal.”
you muttered, washing your bloodied and bruised hands under the faucet. you stood there, spacing out, letting the water run off your hands. dallas tapped you on your shoulder, snapping you out of it.
he handed you a clean shirt, a couple of bandaids in the other. you ushered him out of your bathroom, closing the door to put the clean shirt on. ‘she got you good.’ what does that even mean? was there seriously no, ‘are you okay?’ you wondered to yourself as you opened the door.
dallas sat you down on the toilet, brushing the fresh blood that slowly streamed down your cheeks with his thumb as he placed bandaids all over your face. he kissed every single one after doing so.
he wanted to make sure you still knew he likes you. that dallas winston liked you a whole lot.
“you’ll be alright, doll.” he comforted, patting your head. he thought back to your several other fights. you fought strategically and with honour. something he’d never do. but, recently, you’d been fighting just for the fun of it.
when you fought before—he felt a little angry. he didn’t like seeing you fight, but he didn’t like knowing you were good at it. knowing you were at the same level as he was at something he took pride in hurt him. dallas was frustrated at you and himself.
maybe his bad habits were rubbing off on you. a way to remember him, as dallas thought about it. he said he’d talk to you later about it. he never did.
(V.how quickly you were able to move on. faster than he ever could.)
you realized you needed better. dallas didn’t treat you like he used to. why? you didn’t know. you tried to be the best girlfriend he’d ever have, so why did he have to ruin it? was it your fault?
you kept on asking yourself questions like this when the reality of it all sunk in. that same day, you left dallas winston.
he felt his world crumble before him. this whole, self-sabotaging thing that pony warned him about was catching up to him. dallas felt hatred for you. well, at least he wanted to. he wanted to feel angry. hatred for you.
he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. even when he watched you move onto another guy. from afar, he’d see you giggle and flirt with him. like how you used to do with him.
even when you’re with someone else, you’re still everything ti dallas. would you ever forgive him if he said sorry? would sorry even fix the way he treated you?
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wannabemylover · 7 months
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rewatching the first episode of Hannibal and holy shit I forgot how good this is but it's actually insane that Brian fuller set up the ep like this, he introduces will and Hannibal by first briefly showing them at their core, at the darkest, most vile part of them---we get a glimpse behind the curtain---and then its gone, the curtain is snapped shut and we see their masks, their human suits.
Will empathizes with killers because he likes it, and he wants to kill but he refuses to give into the urge because he knows how much he'll like it and he won't be able to stop. So he lives vicariously through other killers, satisfying his own dark urge by feeding it little morsels of secondhand blood lust. Every crime scene he works gives the urge something that satisfies it, not enough for it to grow, but enough for it be sate. Enough that he can ignore it for long enough that he can walk around and be Professor Will Graham who is Weird, Brash, and Non-sociable.
And Hannibal is a cannibal at night and a psychiatrist by morning.
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chained-sweater · 2 months
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I'm so in denial over Johnny and Dally's deaths that I full on hc (this isn't a joke, I'm being 100% serious) that Johnny managed to escape the church just before it collapsed bc Dallas pulled him out in time. The only serious injury Johnny got was a broken arm and he developed asthma due to smoke inhalation. Dally only suffered a few small burns on his arm and they didn't leave any scars after they healed.
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wildmrmix · 1 month
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Can I call Dally, Johnny and Ponyboy the church trio or is that mean
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battleslippers · 3 months
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Look, of course Dallas is gonna die young and violent, but I can't help but wonder what he would've been like past his 20's (past 17 really). It's such a novelty to me.
There's also Tim too.. like, would they still be buddies? Would they hang out? Where would they work? The whole Tim/Dally thing fucks me up especially w this because are they still messing around and fighting or more likely did they calm down??
Dallas is doomed character 101 (which is probably why it's so hard to imagine him as an adult for me), but WHAT IF dude..
That's not even taking into account Johnny. I think he's a little less hopeless than the blond freak over there but that's not to say he has a definite future.
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astriefer · 1 year
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We fail as a fandom if we don't talk more about the fact Alastair teaches Ari's pet parrot rude persian words (and will not be stopped even by a very tall person's opinion on the matter)
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cathalbravecog · 11 months
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Winston gang rise up !!!
(Clicky click here for a speedpaint of this)
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Movie Dallas vs. Book Dallas
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motorcycleboy9 · 1 month
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I hope that in the other universe we're not a blond&black hair duo in the US during 80's in which one desperately wants to protect the other hates the social distributions and wishes to escape the world of cruelty and live as plain normal people
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boysborntodie · 2 months
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Does Johnny/Dally have issues as a relationship (like Johnny’s rejection of violence while violence is all Dally knows)? Yes. Are they both flawed, imperfect people who will inevitably hurt each other each other at some point? Yes. Are they codependent and have the potential to be toxic? Also yes. Are they the best outcome for each other? Absolutely fucking yes. Do I think they could make it, genuinely be ‘it’ for each other? 100% yes
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geekgirles · 10 months
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I'm calling it now.
Seeing as Clarice and Lao Xi Sheng stayed in the Elven Kingdom while Emma went back to the Cosmic Realm and they still had their own Copernicus, they're going to use the Heart of the Forest to animate their creation, who in turn will end up being the current Copernicus because Merlin will send him to the past with the original Unicorn so he can create a stable time loop that'll ensure the reincarnation cycle is set in motion and Unicorn will be able to keep fighting the Evil throughout eternity.
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the-cooler-newton · 9 days
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ain't no way they've made an audio adaptation of George Orwell's 1984. there's no way they cast Andrew Garfield and Tom Hardy. there's no way ANDREW SCOTT is playing O'BRIEN. THERES NO WAY IM GETTING VIDEOS OF PEOPLE ON TIKTOK REACTING TO HOW HOT ANDREW SCOTT IS AS O'BRIEN FROM 1984.
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purplelurkinghini · 1 year
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Hasan Minhaj will reprise his role as The Riddler in a new Spotify original series
According to The Hollywood Reporter, The Riddler: Secrets in the Dark is set to premiere on Spotify later this year and promises to shine a spotlight on Edward Nygma this time around, while also briging back other Batman Unburied characters such as Bruce Wayne and Barbara Gordon. Though the casting of the returning characters, previously portrayed by Winston Duke and Gina Rodriguez, respectively, has yet to be announced.
(source)
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unproduciblesmackdown · 3 months
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laptop trackpad drawing ft. winston quantkid2 billions of course ☔
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madamsarrat · 9 months
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Look, I love shipping but honestly I rather Emmalinda being alone. She's got a lot going on and now she's focused on saving her mom (and the world). She's got no time for romance.
On the other hand...
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