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katiesharms · 4 months
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65 (or march 6th) for @paulmezcal - love is a laserquest by arctic monkeys
i can't think of anything to dream about/i can't find anywhere to hide
it's weird to be haunted by someone who isn't dead.
bradley's well used to hauntings at this point in his life - his father looms over his career, his mother over his house. mav over his trust issues and most reckless tendencies. and jake over his heart.
he hasn't seen jake in years - 5 to be exact, almost to the day. since their leave ran out post mission and jake broke out of the daydream they had been in together, like he'd never even been there.
"this has been fun," jake had said, that same smirk he always has affixed to his face. "we should do it again some time."
and then he got in his car and drove off, leaving bradley in the parking lot, watching him, frozen in place. he's still there, in a way. it's weird, maybe concerning, how much everything reminds him of jake. the blanket across the back of the couch that they had laid down on the floor and fucked on top of the second they got home, adrenaline and relief taking them both to the edge in record time. the mug in the cabinet that jake dropped one morning when trying to prove he had the balance to be a waiter. the shampoo jake left that bradley started using, and kept buying even after it ran out.
it's not like he hasn't tried over the years. he's dated others, but it's all fallen away and all that's left is the stain on bradley's ceiling from the time jake opened the microwave and the butter exploded.
it's all pathetic. so pathetic that when he answers the door on a sunday afternoon, bradley almost doesn't believe it.
"jake," he says dumbly. maybe this is just another one of his daydreams.
"bradley," jake says back, more sure. always more sure. "you gonna invite me in?"
wordlessly, he steps aside to let jake come in. the man wastes no time getting comfortable, seemingly still acquainted with bradley's home after all this time. jake sits at the small table in the breakfast nook, so bradley sits across from him. he's struck with the memories of sharing their morning coffee here.
"what are you doing here, jake?" bradley asks when the other man is silent for a long time.
"i, uh, just got home from deployment," jake's not looking at bradley; instead, he's tracing his fingers over the wood grain of the table. "i got into my car and started driving south. didn't realize where i was going until i hit bakersfield."
it's not an answer, but bradley's too confused and too tired to fight. "and why did you come here?"
"i guess i was just thinking of you. it was just your birthday right? 40?"
bradley starts. he didn't know jake still kept those facts about him, stored away in some private file.
"yeah," he confirms. two weeks ago, he turned 40. the same age mom was when she was diagnosed.
"when i saw the date, i remembered how you used to look in the mirror sometimes, for so long i was afraid something had happened. and when i would ask you, you just told me you had to remind yourself that you're still here. i guess i was just wondering if you still had to do that. or if you've found something else to ground you."
for a long time, bradley thought jake would be that person. he almost was; by the end of there few months together, bradley's nights spent studying himself, picking out the differences and similarities to his parents, shrunk and shrunk. instead, he let jake kiss it out of him.
"not yet," bradley settles on as an answer and tries to decode the way jake's brows scrunch together, how his shoulders droop.
"i'm sorry. i know that's what you wanted."
it feels cruel, almost. that jake is sitting her and dangling what he refused to give bradley in his face.
"of course," jake continues, "you've never been very good at asking for what you want."
the truth of it burns, and bradley feels hot.
"what about you?" bradley volleys. "i remember distinctly feeling like this whole thing was some kind of game to you."
"it was," jake admits so easily that it shocks bradley, just for a moment. "i never felt like anything was real. i liked to move fast and not care about what i left behind."
"used to?" bradley echoes back carefully.
"yeah," jake confirms, looking deep into bradley's eyes. "used to."
"what changed?"
jake shrugs. "i think i finally feel my age. and i think i finally realized that i need to stop pretending you were just some lover, like all the rest."
bradley sucks in a sharp breath. "jake, you can't say that. not now."
jake's face crumples. "look, i know it's probably too late. but i'm sorry and i miss you and i want to try again. for real."
"what's changed?" bradley asks again, trying to quell the hope crawling up his throat.
"nothing. except for me. if that's enough."
bradley doesn't know if it is. but for now, it's good enough for him. he reaches across the table to loop their hands together and squeezes.
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frownyalfred · 27 days
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it’s basically a rite of passage for every one of Bruce’s robins to sneak behind his back, try on Batman’s cape, and then nearly topple to the floor as they realize it’s close to 25 lbs of reinforced Kevlar and insulation.
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catpetterz2 · 2 years
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some dess stuff
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carolinanadeau · 3 months
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"this female character is underdeveloped" TO YOU. I can read subtext and I know all about her backstory and her rich inner life. also she told me personally
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c6jpg · 3 months
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Well? Have I convinced you yet?
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erwinsvow · 2 months
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when rafe meets you for the first time, he feels something he’s never felt before. you’re surrounded by your pogue friends and his stupid sister, laughing at a joke jj says, pushing pope’s arm gently, making a face at kie. he stares, lost in his own mind, wondering what the hell they’re saying to make you laugh like that, make you smile like that. 
he’s leering, he knows—wishing he could pull his gaze away but having more trouble doing so than he expected. you smile all pretty at your friends, lips pink and glossy, shining in the sun enough that he can see from where’s sitting. a beer rests in his hand, droplets of condensation gathering on his fingers. he can’t drink though, he’s too distracted. 
the way you twist your hair up and clip it with something silver. the sweat gathering on your neck, along your hairline, how you wipe it with the back of your hand. one of the boys—he can’t tell which one, and he’s glad, otherwise he’d probably go over there and start throwing punches—offers you a hand to guide you into the water, presumably to cool off. 
you shake your head to say no, and sweetly is the only word he can think of to describe how you do it. to describe you, everything about you—it’s so fucking sweet, he can taste it from over here. some of the others go into the water. you stay sprawled out on your beach chair, book resting on your stomach. you fiddle with the straps of your bikini top, yellow—that’s all he can make out—before you stand up, settling the book on the chair and walking towards him. 
he’s under the shade of the little bar on the beach, watching shamelessly, thinking he should look away now that you’re walking over, at least try to play it cool. he doesn’t. he takes a long sip of his beer, putting it down with a slam, harder than he intended.
as soon as you enter the cool shade, you sigh with relief. you take out the clip and let your hair fall down how it was, strands sticking to your neck where he wishes he could lick it off. you’re not two feet from him now, can’t really ignore how he’s staring at you either. 
“can i get a lemonade, please?” you ask the bartender politely, glancing over quickly at rafe. he’s still looking, making you flush and feel even hotter all over. you turn away within a few seconds.
“spiked?” the man behind the counter asks. rafe does move his gaze, finally, to stare at the guy—trying to make sure he’s not making you feel uncomfortable. 
you shake your head and the bartender turns back to get your drink. your eyes keep wandering back to rafe—big, bad, evil rafe. the one your friends always talk about. he’s cruel, they say, violent and angry and treats them badly. just for the principle of the thing, you should hate him. so why can’t you stop your eyes from flitting back to him every few seconds?
“that’s a good idea,” rafe starts. he’s quiet, just so the two of you can hear him, but you have to lean in further. the gap is shortened to just a foot now.
“hm?” you question innocently, not hearing exactly what he said. you’re surprised he’s even talking to you. 
“s’good idea, not to get it spiked. with this sun, you’ll get sick an' tired.”
“but you’re drinking,” you comment, gesturing to the beer in his hand. it looks almost empty.
“i’m not a fucking lightweight, though, that’s the difference.” he turns to see the bartender, chopping up a lemon for your drink. he thinks he has another minute, maybe two, with you.
“how d’you figure that? you don’t even know me.”
“you can just tell.”
“yeah?”
“yeah, kid.” he holds eye contact for a second too long, and you turn away smiling, face feeling so hot, like you’ve been basking in the sun for hours. rafe thinks mission accomplished for a second, smirking, but it dissipates quickly—your drink is ready and he sees jj walking up to where you are.
“can i get a straw?” you ask again, smiling all friendly at the bartender. he grabs you one from behind the counter and peels the wrapper for you.
“kie’s not gonna like that,” jj says, smiling down at you. you look at rafe though, which makes his heart thud in his chest. he likes that, a lot, more than he should.
“well it’ll just be our little secret, then,” you say, thanking the bartender and then taking a sip of the cold drink. 
“you ready?” jj asks, ignoring the entire situation in front of him. 
“yeah, just need to pay-”
“i got it, kid,” rafe says, grabbing his wallet before you can move. you look at him curiously for a second, eyes big, pretty smile shining again. 
“wow, how generous from the millionaire. c’mon,” jj says, and you get up but you don’t want to.
“thanks, rafe,” you say, even sweeter than before. he enjoys how your name rolls off his tongue, wishes he could hear you say it again. 
“no problem,” he says quietly. jj puts his arm around your waist to guide you away, which would normally be enough to warrant at least a single punch, but you look back once, then twice, sneaking a glance back at rafe, still smiling big, bringing the straw to your mouth and sipping. “i’ll be seeing you around," he says, under his breath, just to himself.
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millenniumscreampuff · 3 months
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"I won't let you harm my friends!"
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saphushia · 1 year
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|| part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 coming soon... ||
man sabo really thought he'd get away from ace that easy, huh? well tough shit buddy you just got the attention of one of the most stubborn men on the seas. i do wonder how this'll play out now that sabo's cornered... hehe >;3
textless versions below the cut for those who want to look at. pictures <3
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(skipped page 5 due to. y'know. it not having any dialogue)
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cosmarrrs · 2 months
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Ignore the arm ignore the left arm ignore it ignore it ignore it I spent an entire day on it and now I am deciding to leave it in my dark twisted past DONT LOOK AT IT
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jon kind of closeup + Martin unclouded yay
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satans-knitwear · 8 months
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so many flowers! 🌺
Treat me ~ Tip me ~ More of me
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fisheito · 1 month
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at last....yakumo with CHIKEN
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tacit-semantics · 4 months
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You can do whatever you want forever
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imagine Charlie getting over the initial Oooh Wings~ and Yay We're Okay Again! only to find out HOW Vaggie got her wings
out of her love for Charlie, yes sure, very sweet, Vaggie would probably say it with so much softness and pride, how her wings are physical declaration of what Charlie means to her and-
Vaggie got those wings while they were separated. it happened when Charlie wasn't there for her
like on that fucking rooftop
it's one sided AGAIN. it's Vaggie doing her emotional battles ALONE, or at least, facing them without Charlie physically there with her
three YEARS they've known each other. Dating for... long enough to be comfortable. presumably it's close to three years of Vaggie running to hold Charlie like we see her doing over and over- in the first ep after the extermination, during the reveal in heaven, before the battle when Charlie was scared-
three years. and Vaggie's wings only come back when they aren't together
add that to Charlie's habit of apologizing whenever Vaggie finds her being sad- imagine it's because, Vaggie never let's Charlie help her when she's sad.
Vaggie doesn't hide it. but she does that thing, like on the roof. Asking Charlie to leave her here. Sad and hurt and mentally not doing good. Asking for alone time (she's charlie's armor) (what's the point of her if she can't help-)
and Charlie backed off from that. respected it. was scared of what it meant? scared to find out?
she wasn't too worried though, like this whole thing was familiar. Vaggie needs alone time and Vaggie will come back. and she does
after the reveal though, part of Charlie's anger comes from fear- that if Vaggie was lying about the angel thing, what about everything else? what about her love and faith in Charlie? does Vaggie really love her? Charlie shared EVERYTHING with her but Vaggie had this secret only it's not just ONE secret is it- it's not just ONE thing Vaggie won't share- it's just a sign of how much Vaggie HASN'T been sharing- even when it's scary and sad and, she really needs a hug
what if Charlie really really REALLY wants to be THERE for Vaggie, but the wings are a reminder now of Charlie not being there when Vaggie got back this important part of herself
(of vaggie finding herself in the alone time, without charlie)
(worse- carmilla was there. someone else was there when charlie wasn't and that person was who vaggie needed-)
irony irony irony
every time Vaggie is alone trying to figure out herself and what to do and if she can do it- Charlie's the first and most important thing her mind holds onto. Charlie, and wanting to be WITH Charlie, is always what gets her to face her problem and keep pushing through
she just... doesn't do it while Charlie's actually there. and maybe she doesn't talk about it much with Charlie either, afterwards. and...
maybe Charlie doesn't know
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automatonknight · 1 year
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id: a digital drawing of data and odo from the star trek series. they’re both visible from about the hip up, facing the viewer. they’re standing next to eachother with their arms locked, they’re also looking at one another. odo stands on the left and he has a neutral expression. in his free hand he’s holding a magnifying glass. he’s wearing a hat, scarf, vest, pants and a trenchcoat, all of his clothing is colored in shades of brown, except for the scarf, which is green. data stands on the right. he’s blowing bubbles out of a smoking pipe. he’s dressed in his detective, so a grey plaid hat, grey vest, a white button up with a black bowtie and a grey plaid trenchcoat. the background is green and shows cloud-like speech bubbles all around odo and data on top of an abstract, green background. end id
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kadextra · 4 months
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oh let’s maybe reflect on how q!bad was in this numb daze of sorrow for the whole beginning of stream (“what’s the point. I might as well go be useful.”) no totems, putting on a fake smile Until he was alone to read empanada’s heartfelt letter. there was a moment he flatly stood there until he broke and started to cry
“why would you give me something so sweet right now...?”
for the rest of the day afterwards he let out his feelings more <3
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kicktwine · 4 months
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getting closer to noodling out a Guy….. still needs more hands though and different wings. I really want to bring black mage into the design a little, and somehow make the neck more clear that it has arms and legs poking out. Maybe I’ll turn it into Amaterasu fire/ice type wing circle on their back
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