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falling in love with the most obnoxious character like

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"the proposal"

courier six kind of forgets that yes man has a extremely laid out detailed plan of ruling new vegas and was just having a joyful whimsy time following her robot companions orders. i kind of just forgot that i like killed every potential leader of the mojave (i was blinded by love for yes man). self ship comic

also. i have a toyhouse for my fallout nv sona FALLOUT NV SONA on Toyhouse

#SO CUTE

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i could fix darryl wilson just gimme a joint and a brokeback mountain dvd

#SAMEEE #also. Glenn says this

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Ooo! Could you draw Darryl?

here you go :D darryl has always been harder for me to draw since i unfortunately spent a lot of my life only drawing extremely skinny ppl or like one body type but im working on getting better at stylization and diversity in my art

#DARRYL!!!

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STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 117.5/327

9.7 Bad Boys Written by Adam Glass Directed by Kevin Parks Original Air Date: November 19, 2013

#im going to kill john with my bare hands

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"forced proximity prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ — “we never speak of this again, do you hear?” " For Willy?

TW: Willy hits and chokes my s/i out. Their relationship is NOT "stable" or "good" or anything like that.

"We never speak of this again, do you hear?" Willy sneered, roughly holding Tricks' face between his thumb and index finger. There was a flash of his teeth as he spoke.

Tricks should've known the smirk growing on his own face would've only made Willy more mad but he couldn't help it.

Smack.

The hit stung. Even after Willy grabbed his jaw again, fingers digging uncomfortably into his flesh. The grip made his jaw ache, and Tricks hissed, followed by a string of words Willy couldn't understand, but took as an insult. He roughly pulled Tricks forwards, his hand never leaving his jaw. "What did you just say?"

"That hurt." Tricks answered, looking up at Willy. The man scoffed, straightening up to continue to loom over Tricks.

"That didn't hurt. You're being a pussy."

"You just don't wanna admit you just fucked another man." Tricks said cheekily.

The following hit made him yelp, like a struck dog, his vision dancing for a few seconds. Willy's hand moved to his throat, squeezing dangerously hard. "Watch your mouth."

Tricks swatted at Willy's hand, as Willy squeezed harder. "Do you wanna listen to your new leader? Can't believe I'm even asking."

"Y-yes Stampler." Tricks wheezed out, missing the y, focusing the last of his breath on Willy's name.

Willy looked down at him, until Tricks' hand dropped down, and Willy felt the fight start to go. He pushed the other man to the ground, watching as he twitched, gasping, for air. A wet, hacking cough shook his body.

"Pathetic." Willy grunted out, turning around. "Shouldn't even keep you around. I don't know what Barry was talking about. You weren't even a good fuck." He looked over his shoulder as Tricks pushed up from the ground, and clambered up onto his feet, shaking as though he was unsteady for a few seconds. "Jesus Christ. I didn't even hurt you that bad. Stop acting like it."

Tricks kept his mouth shut, falling behind Willy, a few steps behind, becoming his shadow.

Just as Willy wanted, as he had planned from the start.

#HOT

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Darryl appreciation post

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"forced proximity prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ — “what if y- “¹ “if you seriously propose that i sit on your lap, i will kill you.”² " For Willy?

Tricks woke up groggy. Groggy and confused. He groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was confused, eyes lazily scanning the features. "I didn't... Fall asleep here?" He said aloud.

His voice carried oddly, and he wondered if he was still asleep. Wasn't there something about that? "You can't think in dreams. No... That isn't right. Ugh, it's something."

As Tricks continued walking, the scenery started to morph. Flickers of what he was used to, to something else, to nothing to, a room? Certainly this was a dream now.

"Did you miss me, Tricks?"

He knew that voice. His heart sank. His hands are clammy. As he turned, Willy Stampler sat on a stone throne. Legs spread, arms resting on the sides, a grin on his face. "It's been a long time."

"I--" Tricks started, losing his words as soon as he breathed again. "You got locked up. I heard it through the grapevine. You can't be doing this."

"Don't tell me you actually thought those idiots would win. One of their dumb grandkids let me out. I thought you'd be happy to see me." There was a glint in Willy's eyes that Tricks hated. A soft, purple haze colored them darker than he remembered. Willy becomed him closer, and, despite now wanting too, Tricks found himself stepping closer and closer to Willy.

"I was better without you in my life. We're done."

"Oh we are not done." Willy sat up straight, his eyes glaring at Tricks. "We have so much to do."

"Absolutely not. I'm leaving here. Wherever here is!"

Willy scoffed, crossing his arms. "What if y-"

"If you seriously propose I sit on your lap, I will kill you. You don't control me anymore."

Willy was silent for a moment. As he stood up, Tricks immediately regretted it. He took a step back, then two, then three, as Willy followed him. Willy grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer. "I know I've been gone, but you can't speak to me like that. I think you forgot what you are, Tricks." Willy was talking in his face. Lip drawn in a snarl. Tricks squirmed, desperately trying to get away. With his free hand Willy grabbed his face. "I own you. We made a deal. Even you know the rules of a blood contract."

There was a flash in Tricks eyes that made Willy's grin grow wider. "You remember what'll happen if you break it?"

"Willy..." Tricks started, as Willy let go and shoved him backwards laughing as Tricks fought to keep his balance.

"I'm not done with you. You're going to help me get what I want. Seems like you need to be trained again. Typical. I'll see you soon. And Tricks? That collar looks real good on you." Willy snapped his fingers before Tricks could interject.

Tricks bolted awake. His blankets were a mess, kicked off and bunched. He was sweating. His eyes wildly looked around. Willy wasn't here. Willy wasn't here. Willy wasn't here.

He sighed, running a hand over his head, as he dragged his hand down his face, his thumb brushed something around his neck.

Willy's collar was still firmly locked around his neck, just a bit too tight, as it always had been.

Tricks suddenly felt cold. Willy was out. Willy was out and he couldn't do a thing to escape.

It was over. He'd lost.

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"forced proximity prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ — “god, here- just hold my hand.” " For Willy?

Willy stood still, his eyes scanning over the body of water. Tricks glanced backwards, head tilted slightly. His eyes flicked downwards, then back up, taking the sight in. Willy Stampler was scared.

A grin slowly creeped onto Tricks' face. "Willy, c'mon," he said, gesturing. "We gotta go this way if we're gonna get anywhere."

"No."

"No?" Tricks turned, hands on his hips. His ear twitched, and he flashed Willy a toothy smile. "It's just some water. It ain't even deadly." He was teasing him now. "I mean, I guess some water here is. But I assure you this is just a little ol' pond. Hell, kids play in it." Willy glared at him, taking a small, but subtle, step back.

"I'm going a different way. You're all backwards here. Not a damn bridge anywhere to use."

"Watch your tongue, Stampler."

Tricks sighed, rolling his eyes. He didn't know what Willy's deal was entirely. The pond wasn't even full. It was low for the season. "God, here- just hold my hand." Without waiting, he grabbed Willy's hand. Willy was about to protest, but Tricks dragged him forwards, wading into the water. "This is the quickest way. You know, your magic won't get you everything." Tricks squeezed Willy's hand harder as they walked through the pond. "Don't worry," Tricks cooed, "I won't let any scawy monsters hurt you Willy. I like you. You're an interesting thing. Look! Almost done."

Willy stayed silent, listening to his own heartbeat. This thing holding his hand was a monster. It was also the only competent monster he'd talked to in Faerûn.

Once they had crossed the pond, Willy wrenched his hand out of Tricks', glaring at him. "Don't touch me again. Helpful or not. I don't want you touching me."

Tricks huffed, then sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're not gonna get anywhere talking to people like that. Trust me. Ruling out of fear only gets you so far."

"And what would you know?"

Tricks grinned, waving his hand. A shimmer of dancing lights was cast, making longer-than-normal shadows dance across his face. "I know lots of things Willy! I've been using magic a lot longer than you have!"

Willy scoffed. "Right. I'm gonna let the kid tell me about magic. Nice shadow puppets. I have actual power. That's cute."

"I like to think so Willy!"

"Right. Sure. Whatever."

#YEAHHHHH!!!!

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Tumblr stole my dms and 95% of the notifications on this blog....

#bev.love

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*flirtatiously* bleeding out all by yourself, handsome?

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SUPERNATURAL,1.01: PILOT

#HES SUCH A DORK 💕💕💕💕

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listen, dean is a special little princess

#THANK YOU SPNDISCOURSEBOT #SO TRUE

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DEAN WINCHESTER in one random episode per day ‣ 313/327 8.10 TORN AND FRAYED

#hes eepin! #awew

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fetishizing that old man’s self destructive tendencies

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"forced proximity prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ — “never figured you for this much of a cuddler.” " For Glenn?

"Never figured you for this much of a cuddler." Glenn said, causing Tricks to stir. Tricks groaned, mumbling something into Glenn's chest followed by a hiss as he tried settling back down. "You know, I never cuddled much. Sometimes with my kid when he was younger ya'know? Nightmares and all that so I'd let him sleep in my bed."

"Mhm."

"My dad didn't do that. But Morgan, she always said her parents did. So I... I did it for him. For her."

"She'd be glad to see how much he's grown, babe." Tricks said, his words laced with sleep. "'S too early. I know Henry's up at the crack of dawn. It looks dark out."

"Dude, it's one in the afternoon. You've just been asleep for a while."

In an instant Tricks was sober. Fully awake. And also blushing. "You...? Glenn you just LET me sleep that long on you!?"

He quirked a brow, head tilted a little. "Yeah? You looked cute."

"I-Glenn-You--"

"It's not big deal. You didn't ruin my clothes with drool this time."

"THIS TIME!?" Tricks wailed. "Do I fall asleep on you a lot?"

"Oh. All the time."

Tricks covered his face, now bright red out of a mix of embarrassment and something else. He said something Glenn couldn't quite catch but it made him laugh regardless.

"You can just ask next time."

"No! No "next time"."

"Sure thing Tricks. Right."

#AWW