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#i swear this man will be the death of me
persephone411 · 1 month
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A thing I noticed in the first John wick movie:
In the scene where Daisy wakes up John, he was hugging a pillow in his sleep. Maybe an old habit because he used to wrap his arms around Helen ?
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Vincent Price as Verden Fell - Tomb of Ligeia (1964)
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bigdaddydavex · 2 months
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illiana-mystery · 1 year
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Dayum, Wyatt
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unknownspecies · 1 year
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catching up on jjk rn lol
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betweenbreaths · 1 year
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at the fishman island arc now (in the middle of the main fight) and all i can say is my biggest takeaways from this arc are:
Zoro fights shirtless now 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
SURUME AND LUFFY'S FRIENDSHIP IS THE CUTEST THING IVE SEEN ALL DAY I LOVE
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gadsgikklesen · 2 years
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IM GOING FERAL
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cheekylittlepupp · 2 months
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The only heaven I’ll be sent to is when I’m alone with you
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inlovewithprettyboys · 6 months
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I JUST nOTICED THAT hE HAS LITTLE SHARP TOOTHIES
I MIHGHT BE STUPID BUT I JUST NOTICED THE,M THIS CHANGES EVERYTHINg
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marquis-charbon · 4 months
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Why does Gale have to kneel down so that he could connect his memories to yours. He could have just put your hand on his chest and just show you, but this man had to kneel down.
Like sir? SIR? My answer is always yes unless you're gonna ask me something else.
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krchov · 5 months
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Con O'Neill being a slut on main but being rightfully called out in the comments
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ljsarts · 3 months
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'Warlin Door! Warlin Door everywhere i look its posters for his talkshow...'
I love how chill Tim is about being stuck in the dark place but i think he should be able to go a little crazy a-la A pepe silvia moment every now and then for enrichment.
So please accept this badly drawn tim as an offering (while i try to beat my art block)
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youronlydarlin · 3 months
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Warnings: None, just a lovesick old man, extremely fluffy.
M'in my feelings again. I need a hug, and you know who gives the best hugs? Price. Captain John. Fucking. Price. That's who.
He croons at you, crossing the room in big, quick steps the moment he sees that tearful look in your eyes. The telltale sign of a bad day. He knows exactly what to do sweetheart, don't you worry bout it.
Price wraps his arms around you, covering you fully, shielding you away from the world, and in a way, it's exactly what he wishes to do. To just whisk you away into a cute cozy little cabin, in a world that's less busy, less loud. Where he can wake up next to your beautiful face everyday, and kiss your eyes 'good morning.
You'd make breakfast, while he tends to your garden, a smile forming at his face at the sight of the blooming roses. You said they'd be beautiful in full bloom, but they'll never be as beautiful as you, nor will they even be half as enchanting. He'll hear you call for him and say that 'breakfast's ready. And he's already straightening his back from where he was crouched, fixated on the two butterflies frolicking, and reminding him of the both of you. People might call him cheesy for it, corny even. That he's too old to be dreaming of a fairytale life. But to him, anything with you is possible, and it makes him want to stop at this moment right here, where he's finally retired, and just gets to settle down with you.
That's his happy ending, the moment where the world fades away, and the colors drain with it. You'll turn the page, and it'll greet you with "and they both lived happily ever after". And thus the book will close, and that book he'll read as a bedtime story to your little ones, then theirs in time, as well.
The picture perfect ending that he wants, only with you. But that can wait, as for now he drags himself out of his daydreams, and comforts you. Shushing, and whispering, "S'alright, love.. I've got you, everything's alright now, hm?.." he reassures you, kissing the space where your shoulder meets your neck, and the scruff of his beard tickles you. You giggle slightly, and he holds you closer to his chest. Let's you knows where you'll always be. And he slowly rocks the both of you to the rhythm of it..
a/n: English isn't my first language, sorry. M'not the best at writing fluff, nor endings, for that matter, but criticism is always welcome!! Have a nice day, dollface, remember to always take care of yourself..!
Yours, truly,
–dolly
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nubimera · 11 months
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OH MAN, PLEASE
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codecicle · 7 months
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no because im so fucking upset right now you couldnt possibly understand. she danced with him while he sang her a bedtime rap. he kissed her forehead while tucking her in and said he loved her before going upstairs to cry. maybe she died 20 seperate times today and maybe he is over looking too many red flags and maybe she isnt quite herself. he doesnt care. that might not be his juanaflippa but fuck it thats his daughter who he's missed so fucking much for so fucking long. he went and did tasks with her he gets to sleep in the same house as her and thats all that matters to him. he doesnt care if the warning signs are there or if hes playing right into the federations hands his daughter called him papa and said she loved him multiple times today and he could really believe it. all that matters to him right now is he can hold her again. "backflipped right out of heaven into my arms" can anyone hear me is this thing on i feel ill
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teabutmakeitazure · 1 month
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Casper has this thing where he masks his lovestruck gazes with a comically raised brow. At first, he was indulging himself shamelessly, wistfully staring at you from wherever he's settled with a gaze softer than cotton candy and a blush slowly creeping up on his cheeks. He made sure you would not, under any circumstance, catch him in the act, yet he horribly messed up while you were on a phone call with your friend.
Hands animatedly emphasising your words to no one in particular, the phone remained pressed to your ear between your head and shoulder as you paced around your bedroom. Casper secretly sat himself on the little dining table in the kitchen (the one he hauled up the stairs in one go just to prove a point), face resting in his palm as he watches you vivaciously explain workplace politics to your friend in the distance. He could care less about the drama going on at work, for he is fixated on you.
Casper feels a smile tugging on his lips, and that's when he realises he's blushing. from your grin to your occasional giggle and the way you're pacing as you talk, he can't help but feel so... so... in love. he was right. You really are a woman after his heart, but now you hold it in your grasp and he does not want you to return it.
He stays like that for a while, and though he wishes to move closer, to perhaps even grab you from behind and kiss you, he remains where he is, watching you with the most lovestruck gaze in fear of being endlessly teased by you. However, he freezes out of embarrassment when you turn on your heel without warning and lock eyes with him. Shit. This time, the blush on his face deepens out of awkwardness and the smile on your face widens because you caught him in the act. No, he will never admit to you that he loves to watch you as you go by your day and do mundane tasks. he simply never will.
Since then, he's made a point to always have a more relaxed posture. Arms crossed over his chest, anything but a smile on his face, and an eyebrow comically raised in question. This is the replacement he has found for the usual face he makes while watching you. He hopes you ignore the way his eyes still lovingly look at you.
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