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megaawkwardhuman · 10 months
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my thoughts while watching the good omens season 2 finale and taking a look at the run time:
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ghouljams · 9 months
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can we get medieval slow burn crumbs pls 🤲🙏
I have had this idea with Knight Ghost bouncing around in my head since I saw an absolutely destructive to my psyche insta reel, so here it is
Ghost helps you get his mail shirt over your head, far too big and far too heavy for you to practically wear, but he's insistent. You try not to tense your shoulders at the weight of it, try not to buckle your knees when it drops into place. You knew knights were strong but to wear this every day without so much as a complaint? Plus the rest of the armor? Your eyes roam over Ghost's broad shoulders as he turns away from you to fuss with the rest of his armor. You always thought he'd look smaller without all the metal, but it almost feels like the opposite it true.
He's larger than life. Life being the operative word here. A living breathing man of flesh and blood, and greater warmth than the fire. His linen shirt pulls tight across his shoulders, revealing the firm musculature as he moves. You grab the mail shirt in your tightening fists, feel the well worked metal press its indents into your skin, still so warm from being on Ghost. You want to touch him. You won't, you're not supposed to. Not supposed to want to. You think that's what the armor is for, to keep you from thinking the man underneath is human, to keep you from wanting him.
"You alright Princess?" He asks, his voice is so low and rasping it makes you want to melt, "Thought you'd be complaining about the weight by-" He turns to look at you again, and his voice falls another impossible degree, "-now. Jesus." His eyes drag over you, fresh kindling for the fire in your stomach, the heat in your cheeks.
You must look silly in your dress and his chain mail, but the way he looks at you... God, the way he looks at you. Not even at your best dressed has a man looked at you like that. You swallow, and hold onto the mail rings a little tighter.
"It's heavy," You tell him, and although you mean it to sound like a complaint, to whine and put on the spoiled princess act that keeps all the other men away, you find your voice quiet almost reverent. Ghost nods, his warm brown eyes meeting yours. The only man in the kingdom with the impertinence not to look away, not to bow his head to your gaze.
"It'll keep you safe," He barely breathes, his eyes don't leave you, can't leave you. There's no where safer to look than your face, and no where more dangerous.
"You're doing a more than suitable job of that already," You know that twitch in his brow, the way his lips draw thin.
You remember the bandits that had ambushed your carriage, the way they're battered their daggers against your door, made slow battle with your guards. How they'd dragged you out of your safety kicking and screaming with harsh laughter. How Ghost's blade had torn through them like paper, his eyes red with fury. The physical shield he'd put between you and your assailants, the sound their swords had made bouncing off his armor was still ringing through your ears. Blood still soaked the hem of your dress.
"I'm not taking any chances," His eyes leave yours, turning his attention back to his armor. It's like having cold water thrown over your head. With you, you think, he's not taking any chances with you. "Can you move at all?" He asks, not looking at you, it feels purposeful. You hesitate, before testing the weight over your arms, hopping to feel the drag of the chain try to pull you down. You shake you head.
"Not much, I don't think I'll be swinging a sword anytime soon." He chuckles, and the heat returns to you, your heart clenching tight in your chest.
"That's good," He nods, "Violence doesn't suit you."
You wish it did, sometimes. You've begged him enough to at least show you how to properly hold a sword, but he always refuses. Always tells you, your future husband won't want your glaring to hold real threats. As if your gaze doesn't already bear his shadow, doesn't command Ghost to act as your sword. Wouldn't he come with you, to wherever you did marry? You couldn't stand to be apart from him.
Ghost lifts you up onto his horse with a quiet grunt of effort. "We'll have to take more rests, she's a strong horse but with two of us..." He shakes his head, pets a hand down the horse's neck. "Do you think you can stomach a few extra days of travel, my lady?" His hand lingers on your dress. His lady, you think, he never shortens the words like the others do.
"Of course, I'm hardly one to complain," for you, you tack on silently.
"Of course not," for me, he seems to agree.
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revenantghost · 1 year
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HOLY SWEET SPACE COWBOY JESUS
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kabutoden · 2 months
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if aradia's death was just in-character for a long roleplay, what's the deal with tavros and terezi's disabilities? did vriska have anything to do with them?
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She Did Do Those Things. vriska no!!!!!!
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glassofpumpkinjuice · 10 months
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west coast smoker live debut... i know i say this a lot but i am so jealous. (7/30/23)
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dykedearest · 8 months
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i want someone to call "my love" unabashedly and openly. i wanna be able to interlace my fingers with theirs as we share a little kiss. i want to giggle with them and cover my mouth with my hand to prevent any more rambunctious laughs from echoing about, with my eyes crinkled in the corners of joy and tender looks towards my partner. i want to dance with them on the dance floor and feel like we're the only ones in the world at that moment. i want to be someone's and to have someone be mine as well. i want to be defended by someone who i know has my back wholly, and i would do the same for them as well.
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marclef · 2 months
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OK I JUST LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW THE FAKE PEP‼️
So I wanted to know... CAN I GIVE HIM A HUG AND SOME KISSES? IT LOOKS LIKE A CUTE CUSHION IN YOUR STYLE THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO HUG 🥺💕
daaaaww, well, thank you, that's so sweet!! 🥺 and you guys have all been too nice, Fake's getting so much love lately it seems ❤❤
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(and, everyone else would agree too, that Fake Peppino makes a pretty good cushion... but he doesn't mind too much!)
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salty-says · 7 months
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Reiner as Nanami has my uterus
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star-png · 2 months
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AM's hate speech is the only hate speech I tolerate thank you.
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wikitpowers · 2 months
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i’m so desperate for a scene where part of the twp gang has to separate but ty just downright refuses to split from kit bc he needs to protect him
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qcomicsy · 2 months
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I DON'T give a shit, a flying single fuck about how reboots Marvel has for Deadpool, I don't give a flying single damn if his mind is fucked up if memories keep recreating themselves NO origin story for Wade is ever going to hit as harder than losing his mother for cancer and having a militar father, just to him to end up serving the military like his father before him and then right after being expelled he dicovers he has cancer.
Than him being a child that liked "supposedly" girly and feminine things and only feeling comfortable in showing this side of him as a joke.
Do not fucking touch me this is poetic narrative Marvel how the fuck can you fuck something so badly in the name of badly written stories and poorly planed jokes I'm biting your editorial team's emails.
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carefulfears · 10 months
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one thing that stands out to me about the IVF arc is the way that, for as much as i make fun of her for asking her coworker if she can have his babies, scully asking mulder to be involved in the biggest process of her life (and the most important thing in the rest of her life) is such a healing and reverent experience. like he says “i’m absolutely flattered,” but it’s so much more than that. it’s like…spending your whole life feeling like you should’ve died at age twelve and then being told someone just wants more of you, more and more and more, in everything.
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stormyoceans · 3 months
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THESE ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAGAZINE COVERS I HAVE EVER SEEN
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dawntoducks · 26 days
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"I fought my cringe as I halted in the threshold. Lucien was still in his travel-worn, filthy clothes. His face and hands, at least, were clean, but... I should have gotten him something else. Remembered to offer him- The thought rippled away into nothing as Rhys appeared at my side." - ACOWAR, Chapter 15
So, let me get this straight. The entire time Lucien and Feyre are travelling, he's constantly making sure she's okay. He covers her in his cloak, catches fish for them (with his bare hands, I might add ;)), etc. And LITERALLY as soon as they get back to Velaris, Feyre allows Rhys to kick everybody (including Lucien) out so they can fuck?? Lucien was sexually assaulted, just survived a violent ordeal with his older brothers, and is now in a new city with people he's never met. And Feyre ditches him immediately so she can go take a bath and have sex? I understand wanting to reunite with her mate, but she couldn't even remember to get him fresh clothes to change into after they've been traveling for a week??
AND SHE FEELS GUILTY FOR A SPLIT SECOND, BUT AS SOON AS RHYS APPEARS, SHE FORGETS ABOUT IT??? The fuck is that about??
I understand she's upset with him, but this was insane. And then Feyre has the nerve to get mad he found new friends.
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doll-elvis · 1 year
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how many times did I watch this? yes.
courtesy of elvis.planet on Instagram
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loveourfuture-c · 1 year
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I just watched a video where someone said that the hunger games is “conservative propaganda”. Media literacy is truly dead.
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