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dreamdancerdotfile · 7 months
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DMC FANDOM HOW WE FEELIIIIIIINGGGGGGG
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burstingsunrise · 26 days
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now i don't wanna close my eyes 🖤🤍
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mountainmagpie · 6 months
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Begging HBO Max and the creators of Scavengers Reign to make an adaptation of the Southern Reach trilogy.
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rhettabbotts · 8 months
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i need him so damn bad this is AWFUL
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alwyswnadie · 1 year
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what if i just kms’d
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kalibabysworld · 2 months
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The suit?!?! Bby you're killing me
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Thinking abt Gagamaru and unintentional manhandling...
Bc he’d never do it on purpose, not unless you brought it up to ask—he treats you a little like a wounded animal, tiny and skittish and breakable, and he is acutely aware of his size & his strength despite how airheaded he comes across as—but as you two grow closer, and he grows more comfortable, he begins to relax more and doesn’t think so much. It’s little things, for the most part; tugging you into a hug instead of bending down to meet you, dragging you towards his seated form momentarily when you pass by to kiss you, moving you to the side with hands on your waist so that he can ease past you. You’ve never complained, so he’s never noticed he does it.
But sometimes, when he’s out of it, he forgets to hold back entirely.
Sometimes he’ll stumble into your shared apartment after practice, all burnt out and exhausted and wanting nothing more than to sleep, and find you wherever you are—hanging laundry up to dry, in the kitchen cooking, curled up with a book in your favorite armchair—because sleep needs to include you or it isn’t restful at all. You’ll know right away what mood he’s in. It’s different when he’s distracted, so clearly operating on pure instinct; he feels stronger, bigger, far more sturdy as he wraps arms around you. It’s fruitless to struggle, though it isn’t as if you’ve ever tried for real, and it’s difficult not to be endeared by the big puppy-dog eyes and thoughtless demeanor.
He’ll bully you back to the bedroom and tug you down onto the futon and there’ll be no escape for hours as he naps with you in his arms. It doesn’t even stop once he nods off. He falls asleep almost the moment his head hits the pillow but his hold remains unyielding through all his twisting and turning, dragging you around with every movement, grip so strong you’ve no chance of breaking free—not that you’d want to, with how easy it is to drift off in his arms, warm and safe and comfortable, handled with care even as he tosses you around like a ragdoll.
And sometimes... sometimes he gets distracted. By you, of course. There’s no greater distraction than you.
(You do it on purpose, you like when he gets distracted; so worked up he forgets that it’s rude to maneuver you how he wants without permission, so laser-focused on you and your attentions that he gets a little feral. You like the way he goes all glassy-eyed and mindless, a slave to his base impulses)
All it takes is you touching him just enough in just the right ways—fingers at the base of his neck, lips against his jaw, hand dipping beneath his shirt and tracing a featherlight brush up his stomach—to render him helpless and wanton. He’ll trail after you like a lost puppy when you pull away and then strike like an apex predator the moment you wander near a bed or a couch or a chair, reaching around your waist with an ironclad grasp to grapple you down into his lap with lips already finding yours. Big, hot palms grow heavier as your kisses deepen and your petting gets more insistent. They’ll hold you close, press you tightly into him, long fingers gripping with white-knuckled strength at your thighs and your hips and your stomach, pawing at soft, pliable flesh.
You might end up on the floor, or laid out on the couch cushions with him hovering over you, or straddling his waist on the futon. The precise position hardly matters. You’re not getting away no matter what, not with how desperate he is now, barely thinking beyond your breathless laughter cutting off with mewls and the way you squirm beneath his hands.
That’s all. Just Gagamaru and accidental manhandling.
(He likes it when you manhandle him, too; not that you’d be able to do it unintentionally like him, but his mouth always goes slack when you yank him down by his tie to press lips to his cheek, and his eyes widen a little when you shove him down onto the couch to look at the bruises he sustained at his last game. He’ll let you tug him around however you please. It’s only fair)
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dhampling · 3 months
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Im so sorry for being feral i need to be put down 😔
ask if they do a 2 for 1 because i’m right there with you
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safety-sammy · 1 year
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really obsessed with jake in this photo,, he looks sososo girlfriend, extremely babygirl coded
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ineffableuser · 1 year
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littlecinnamonroll · 2 years
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you can’t tell me that Giyuu Tomioka doesn’t randomly just look at you and say “I’m grateful you’re still here” and then go back to being himself like he hasn’t spoken at all. When he’s in love, his inner monologue is word-for-word Nothing, by Bruno Major. Most days, he can barely hold eye contact with you when you’re smiling, but just being with you in the quiet is Giyuu’s kind of love
there’s nothing like doing nothing with you <3
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monsterinmyboxers · 11 months
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josh hutcherson is SO FINE
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schumigrace · 1 year
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okay roc. where is my mick in a merc suit.
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limitlessmika · 4 months
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i am an ambassador to the grimmjow PURRS campaign
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rhythm-of-space · 1 year
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babylove
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iovetecchou · 1 year
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MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR
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