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cinemajunkie70 · 2 years
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67 is too damn young! Henry Hill has left us! Rest In Peace Ray Liotta!
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fisheito · 4 months
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This is what i mean
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chaoticshark98 · 10 months
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werewolf/vampire bruabba 👍🏽
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ganondoodle · 5 months
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utterly random late night panic thoughts but
if you read my zelda comic and like it i love and appreciate you but i really do need to be upfront about it being very much a self indulgent enemies to lovers story with a villain at the center that has done bad but isnt bad at his core and is struggeling to come to terms with the fact that he doesnt actually want to be the evil beast he and almost everyone else believes he should be
yes im one of those people ... fake villain fans or something ... i think .. i dont know the rules to that ... q-q
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sanguineterrain · 7 days
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save me jason todd competency kink. jason todd competency kink save me. save me ja-
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thehappiestgolucky · 28 days
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Dragons Dogma 2 has me by the fucking throat I love the pawn interactions they're so full of personality im so normal about them
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nerdy-talks · 7 months
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Kitty Cat Lucifer has me curious about one thing :
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Do you think Satan wanted to film this for blackmail AND because he found Lucifer's kitty-talk cute?
Personally, I think so ( ≖ ᴗ ≖ )
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Bring it on, Mr. GrumpyPants lol
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meatriarch · 4 months
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re : danny and his views & bonds with the friend when maria goes missing.
was chatting with beth last night and this cropped up and feel its very important to note for danny's character because by god my emotionally stunted Fool needs his friends to know ( indirectly ) how important they all are to him and how much he loves them each.
we already know that danny's rough around the edges. he's been thru it, never had a great support system, never had a strong core group of friends. family is essentially nonexistent - as much as he'd like to say his mother & half-sister are exceptions, the fact that he to this day still rarely gets the chance to get in touch often hinders those connections. if he had to claim anyone as family? it'd be the flores'. it'd be maria, and ana, mrs. flores and their entire family unit - save for maria & ana's father. there's alot that he's jaded by. alot of distrust in new, unfamiliar faces; and that really only grows stronger when it comes to maria.
he knows she's too trusting, too kindhearted, too caring to really stand up for herself most of the time. he knows she's passive and will at times let people walk all over her, use her, etc. because she feels like she's giving them something when its clear that no, they're taking and taking and they don't actually give a shit about her. and it's frustrating to him to observe, yet at the same time? he also doesn't want to snuff out that soft side of her, all her warmth and love for the world. he might be an ass, he might be jaded and cold and hard-headed but fucking hell, he doesn't want the world to make her the same way.
there's strength in being soft, strength in being kind, and while to a point yes that can also be a hindrance? danny doesn't want her to have to go through shit that may cause her to harden up instead, lose that side of her.
this all being said,
when maria goes missing, danny is down at the southern coast of texas for his welding trade training / schooling.
he gets that call from ana almost immediately after the flores' are notified that her car was found abandoned. he, initially, plans to leave immediately but, he gives ana contact info to get in touch with the rest of the group - just to be sure none of them have heard from her, seen her around, anything. i feel he reassures her, too, to allow james to keep an eye on her apartment - on juniper - since he's right there
but its the period of time between maria's disappearance and the events of the house that truly solidify danny's thoughts on the friendgroup entirely and individually. by the time he gets up there and starts searching with them, to when they've gotten out of that hell and are being treated for their injuries, danny's love for this band of misfits has grown to just shy of ( if not completely on ) the same level as his love and devotion for maria ( & ana ) has been.
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within the friendgroup, julie and connie are the two danny ( & maria ) have known the longest. he knows how strong and how important both of them have been to maria. they are her ride-or-die best friends and he's seen how they've grown on one another, seen how the three look out for each other, adore one another.
he also knows how soft-hearted julie is, and so watching her put on a brave face to help look for maria, how he can tell how terrified she is during the events of the house but how she doesn't let that fear paralyze her - she keeps going, she keeps helping, keeps doing whatever she can to stay alive, help the others, even when her face is tear-stained, even when she looks like she's on the verge of cracking? there's a hell of a respect danny has for her for it, for pushing past it to keep fighting, keep looking, to get out. how julie fights to stay optimistic at the start, during their searches around newt. a gentle voice trying to reassure that maria must be okay, must be alive, that they'll find her, that they'll bring her home.
for connie, he sees how she is during the entire ordeal - still level-headed, still trying to be rational, still trying to do what she can to help get them out. how even when she's exhausted, or hurt, she's trying her damn best to figure ways out, how to disarm all the familys' strange-ass traps, how to work all their locks and technical shit strewn all across the property and in the tunnels so they have a better chance. even moreso, how she helps keep him grounded. how when danny's frustrations, his temper, starts getting the better of him, she can snap him back, get him to reel it in again - at least to a point. he appreciates it.
danny's overprotective of them both and would ensure they didn't have any of the family on their asses so they could get shit done, even if he's already running close to exhaustion. they're maria's best friends and the last thing he wants is to fail to keep either of them safe and alive.
likewise, he sees how cautious sonny is throughout everything - how he tries to keep his mind clear, focused on little details, focused on the important things, focused on the places they've gone, what the cops have made public about where they've supposedly "thoroughly searched". danny trusts sonny to go over shit with a fine-toothed comb and steer them in more pinpoint directions, make sense of the bullshit the cops try to cover up. and danny's relieved they have someone on their end who can analyze all of the shit his own brains' too hazed to think clearly on and make some shred of sense of it all.
leland, especially, earns alot of danny's respect in the entire ordeal. both being one of the newer faces of the group, also just his background in general, danny had a half a mind believing that leland wouldn't have joined them in trying to find her - selfish jock stereotype, y'know? - but frankly speaking, leland both fucking stuns danny and honestly makes him ridiculously proud that he's part of the group. because frankly who knows where'd be without him being able to actually full-on fight back against the family? but its not just lee's physical strength, its also his strength in heart, in optimism like julie, that i feel danny appreciates. the reassurances, the checking in on everyone. knowing that he's got someone to have his back if needed in a struggle, if things went south. i think leland was danny's bigger surprise in all of this, and when they get the hell out of there i feel - not in the dires, in routes where they're both recovering - danny does make it a point to tell him so.
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all of this to say, dannys bond with all of the friends deepens so much over the span of this entire situation. hes seeing all theyre doing to try and find her, all their worry and concern and determination and devotion and honestly? it makes him love them so much more for it.
dannys always been so over careful over cautious on her behalf with new faces and theres always that nagging worry in the back of his mind like am i sure these people are good to be around her, is she going to be safe and cared for, am i not looking after her well enough to make sure shes surrounded by good people? and this misfit group proves that to him day after day with this whole situation. "id kill for each of them would die for each of them" sentiment truly in full force after all this. guy loves his friends- all of them.
maria's one of the most if not at that point, the most important person in his life. she was there for him, constantly, at his worst moments. she was there to help pull him back on his feet and change the course he was going down in his life. she's someone precious to him and there was always a fear at the back of his mind that there was no possible way the others could have felt similarly-
and they proved him wrong.
and he fucking loves them for it. and hes fucking proud to have friends like them.
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daisychainsandbowties · 11 months
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what i’m getting from star wars au right now is lilith 🤝 ava 🤝 making me cry actual tears about droids
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and-stir-the-stars · 1 year
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You know what's kind of funny about your tattoo artist Mike tag is that earlier I was having thoughts about a happier timeline - or even just a happier moment in the same not-so-happy timeline - where Mike gives his siblings 'tattoos' by drawing on their arms in marker. I'm not sure what Evan would get but Mike put actual effort into giving him a nice tattoo because drawing is something he really likes to do and is proud of and he privately likes seeing Evan happy with it. ~Dire Kumori
For AU purposes, earlier I was trying to figure out what job Mike might get in a happier, night-guardless timeline. The only thing I could think of at the time was something mechanical/engineering related, which i wasn't all too happy with, but now I am SO attached to tattoo artist Mike! That's so nice for him.
Maybe he starts doodling on his arms/legs when he's younger, always covering it up so William won't see. He's terrified Liz and Evan will rat on him when they find out, but they think it's awesome and excitedly ask him to give them doodles, too. Maybe one day Mike decides to play a joke on Evan and doodle something on Ev's arm while Ev is asleep; he tells Evan that it's a permanent, actual tattoo when Evan wakes up. Ev is too young to know what the tattooing process is like and believes Mike, and he's really disappointed when after a few days the doodle fades away. Maybe that's what makes Mike seriously realize he could be a tattoo artist one day.
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starsweeperskies · 7 months
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How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?
Not far actually! He's by far my least stubborn character, and would rather make things as easy as possible for everyone involved.
That being said, the thing he wants most is to be able to grant his Brother freedom and reunite with his family.
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bloodofmysword · 1 year
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I love how Hearn shows up, tells the kids to behave, casually slaps around Jin, Noel, Drei, Taro, Avenge, and CIel like it’s nothing so he can kill Sechs but the MOMENT Hinata and Es gets in his way he just stops. Which, in hindsight, should have made it extremely obvious he was Touya. 
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braceletofteeth · 2 years
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When I knew you could be in danger, I came here as soon as possible.
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willyhoos · 2 years
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🍒 YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!! 🍓
i saw the barbie x hello kitty crossover doll and had an epiphany.  misa dressing L up is the best trope. 
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chisatowo · 2 years
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Softie doodle
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cyberp-1-nk · 2 years
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Okay I have one more request in mind! So this can be a little part two to the smutty Vince and Addict fic you wrote, but this is more soft and kinda humorous.
So the morning after, Vince wakes up to Addict tracing his scars and when he seems to tense up a little so she peppers little kisses all over them to try and make him feel better and Vince even notices a few of hers.
When they finally get up, they both are just peacefully eating breakfast until Nightmare just kind of let's herself into Addicts house to see how they are doing and she freezes and notices how they both have hickies, messy hair, and they seem kinda tired, so she puts two and two together and yells something like: "YOU TWO FINALLY DID IT!" and she teases them and maybe tries to high-five Addict who in response rolls her eyes and continues eating her dry ass toast. Vince totally loves it though and happily accepts Nightmares high-five lmao-
(sorry if this is super long but I just thought it was a sweet and funny idea so please take your time and don't do this if you don't want to!!)
[ Sweet comfort - Simp Party ]
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SYNOPSIS; Addict shows Vince just how much she truly cares for him,
PAIRINGS; Vince x Addict
CONTENT WARNINGS; A hint of angst
NOTE; I kinda got really side-tracted with this, and didn't know how to really include Nightmare in this, but I added a slight twist to this if that makes up for it-- if not, I'll be glad to make a part two!
TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict
CHARACTER COUNT; 8,995
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Addict's eyes fluttered open as beams of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains. She kept her eyes open for a while, fighting the bleary feeling, inhaling the caramel scent that floated through the white sheets, coaxing her to close her eyes to catch a few more minutes of sleep.
Finally, after such a long night of tiring yet pleasurable activities, Vince fell asleep beside her. Her hands found him, swaddling them in his warmth, and she brought them to her cheeks to rub their backs against her skin. He subsciously flushed when she lowered herself to his chest, and began peppering them with kisses so soft it almost made him question if she was even making contact. There were dozens of scars he had been insecure of, littered along his body, but Addict didn’t mind. In fact, she found it all the more attractive.
Addict turned his hands around, rubbing his calluses with her thumb as she admired them and the little scars along his arm, trailing puckers of kisses. Her lips drew a trail in kisses as they made their way up his hands from the base of his palms to the tips of his fingers. She looked up at Vince, who was now awake and whose gaze flew to the other side of the room when it met hers and whose cheeks burned with embarrassment. It was endearing, just like everything else about him.
His scars were her favorite thing. They were warm and rough and beautiful and strong. His hands easily enveloped hers when they walked home together. They were Addict's solace, her sanity, the only thing that could pull her out of whatever hole the world had dug for her. The hands she loved worked so hard everyday. The hands that held her; the hands that protected her; the hands that massaged her aching muscles; the hands that tickled her sides on a bad day and made her laugh even when she didn’t want to.
Once her lips had graced the pads of each finger and every scar along his chest, she turned his hands back around and pressed them into her forehead. Vince stared for a moment, heart racing and breathing quickening, before he pulled her hands to his lips for a kiss of his own. He soon let her go, and a hand made its way to her face—thumb below her lips, index finger on her jaw, the rest of his fingers curled beneath her chin—while the other looped around her waist. They shared a few kisses as light as the ones she'd left on his hands, and when she called his name in that silky voice of hers, Vince thought he was going to faint just from the sound. The hands she adored pushed her back, ready to return all the love she had shown them.
Pressing her back further into the warm chest behind her, Addict places a light kiss on the hand tucked under her head, slowly peppering kisses on the fading scars scattered here and there. A soft grunt sounded behind her, and she smiled knowing that Vince was at the edge of his exhaustion.
“Vince,” she whispered, turning around slowly.
“Last night, after I got out of my shower and stuff; what happened between us,” Vince struggled with his words, but he managed to spit them out. His amber eyes were stern with her, letting her know he wanted a truthful response, “Did the whiskey make you do it in all the hype? Or was that all you?”
 
Addict was completely taken aback from the sudden question and her eyes went blank for a second. She could feel her cheeks heating up in a blush, but she knew making Adducf wait long for an answer might make him think twice. She swallowed hard, “It was... mostly me.”
 
“What do you mean mostly?” Vince narrowed his eyes and Addict meekly turned away from his smoldering gaze.
“The whiskey... they gave me the courage to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.” Addict's face felt like it was getting redder and redder by the second. She copped a smile and looked at him, her eyes a bit watery, “I know it’s probably not the most ideal first time between two people like that. I feel terrible it took some stupid drugs to get me to do something like we did. Too pussy to do it on my own I guess.”
 
Vince was speechless at her detailed answer, but nonetheless he was happy with what he heard. It completely eradicated any insecurity he had about the situation, and he knew exactly how she felt. Between the two of them, as much as he hated to say, it felt like a broken record lately. He could feel that type of tension between them every time they were alone, but neither of them had the courage to act on what they really wanted: each other. If he would’ve had it his way, and didn’t have his countless uncertainties about any situation regarding the girl that now sat next to him, he would’ve taken her up in his strong arms, pressed her up against the wall, and had his way with her.
 
“It’s alright...” Vince managed to stammer out after an uncomfortable silence, “Sometimes, just takes a lil’ bit.”
 
Addict nodded and fumbled with the edge of her towel in her fingers, “Well, after last night... what does that make us?”
What did sleeping together make them now? He just didn’t want anything to end; he didn’t want how they treated each other to end, and he sure as hell didn’t want the way she looked at him to end. She was just too important to him to let any of that happen. Besides, at the thought of it, he somewhat liked the idea of potentially being her play thing.
 
Addict's lips parted in slight awe and she felt the tingling sensation roll around in her stomach. The older Smith brother stared back, his amber eyes unsure of what she was going to do next. Her face became agonizingly hot and she could feel her watery eyes getting even more distraught. But Addict then smiled, completely delighted to hear what had said. Vince relished at the sight of her smile; there was nothing more he wanted than to see that remarkable smile of hers. As much as Addict wanted to climb on top of him and feel his rough, warm skin on her body, the sun was already high in the sky and she wanted to spend her waking moments. Limiting herself until the next time, Addict leaned up next to him, placing her lips on his cheek. Her lips smacked quietly as they left his skin, and slowly, they brushed up against his ear. Her warm breath caressed his ear and she smiled at the sight of goose bumps rolling up his arm.
 
“I’m yours.”
Addict then rested her chin on his shoulder and stared at him, his amber eyes continuing to stare at the water before them. She imagined everything he had to go through, knowing what kind of pain he had to have gone through during his life. She wondered how close he was to his mother and father before everything happened, but knew it wouldn’t be wise to ask at that moment. Vince, he was mostly alone after his tragedies, and it made Addict feel so powerless. Warmth crawled up the back of her throat and her eyes began to water, and as if he sensed it, Vince looked over at her.
 
“What’re you cryin’ for?” He asked a bit confused and Addict put on a smile, shaking her head,
 
“Nothing... just sad to think such a good guy like you had to go through all kinds of shit like that.”
 
“Good guy.” He smirked while scoffing and shook his head, “Never been told I was a good guy, ever.”
 
“Well, you know I have plenty before. And it shouldn’t matter what anyone says anymore,” Addict shook her head as her brown eyes stared at him, “People don’t know what you did for me, what you do for others. Let them think what they want. You saved my life and if you didn’t show up... I wouldn’t be sitting next to you right now. And it makes me sad to think I wouldn’t be here with you.”
 
Vince stared back at her, seeing her watery eyes managing to break a tear from them. He glanced down at her belly, where the sunken in scar of a knife wound glared back at him. It would always be a reminder of what terrible things had happened to her, but her presence, her eyes, her smile would always be there to show that he was the entire reason why she was still alive. He never really believed in God or all the stuff about destiny and fate, but he firmly believed that the woman sitting next to him crossed his path for a reason. Whether it was just her being there to be the only person who never judged him, him being there to be her protector, or them just being together to complete one another, he didn’t know for sure. All he knew was that he never wanted to leave her side, ever.
 
“Yeah, you’re right.” Vince nodded and she smiled, pulling herself to her knees and turning fully to face him,
 
“I tell you what,” She said enthusiastically, “Tonight, why don’t we go find a decent place to eat after we finish our motorcycle ride, and then maybe, if you’re up for it, we can go watch Varrick play.”
 
“I can deal with that.” Vince said, but shrugged, “To be honest, kinda miss your cookin’, darlin.”
 
Addict laughed under her breath, leaning forward and kissing him on his cheek, “Yeah well when we get back home, I’ll make sure to cook you whatever you want.”
"…I love you so damn much." 
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