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silverfoxlou · 10 months
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Texas giving us the best Louis’ shows feels so wrong idk 😭😭😭
Texas and Ohio.... like what???
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mssoapart · 4 months
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uh… apparently I have a type.
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Some fresh stuff.
And this style of coloring is pain.
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somewillwin · 7 months
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First kofi request by @armoralor of toxic wolfwren ✨ thanks for the support ♥️
Kofi event
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not-another-robin · 6 months
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Birds of Prey '98
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mitsies · 6 months
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❊ turn me down - michael kaiser . . loving you might just be the unluckiest fate.
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there is an ache in kaiser's chest that he can't get rid of.
it's been lingering for far too long to be normal. like a broken wire, sparks fly down his spine, burning from the inside. he's already tried writing it off as bad sleep. he's tried explaining it away as lifestyle, or certain foods, or other irrelevant factors. but no matter what he tries, this dull pain, it persists. it lives inside him; a parasite.
he feels it when the train slows to a stop. he feels it in his history lecture when his professor says something dull. he feels it on the football field when he really, really shouldn't. kaiser can't escape the sensation. it follows him like a shadow, like a bad omen, like a ghost.
and the only solution, he's found, is your touch.
this is discovered on a rain-soaked monday. the both of you had been taking cover in your apartment, and your roommates were all out. it hadn't been awkward, not at all. because before anything else, the both of you were friends. you'd met in a chemistry class a few months back. your friendship was new, and it was easy; it was even easier for him to fall for you.
maybe it had happened that night, when the two of you had shared your first kiss together. when you'd both agreed to be a little more than friends, but not much more. when he'd first touched you the way he wanted to. or maybe he'd fallen for you before that— back in the class, back to your first study session. or maybe it was sometime after. he doesn't know. he may never know. but as it stands, that's where he is; hopelessly, pathetically infatuated with you.
he thinks of it as something like a blessing. the way you talk to him makes him feel tethered and real. the way your hands trace familiar pathways down his back on late nights makes everything feel right. the way you care about him makes his whole body burn enough to forget the stupid ache in his chest.
you've always been hard to read. he can never quite tell what you're thinking, although he itches, burns, to have every single piece of you learned and memorised. is it just for fun to you? or is it more, like it is to him? do you think about him when he's not there like he thinks about you? does his touch make you feel okay for once, too? he hopes so. he needs it to be true, really. because there is something desperate about the way he loves you. like he's grasping at something that's always just out of reach. like you're the only cure for his pain. like you're the only good thing he has, like he can't let you be just a friend.
but that's all you are, really; just friends. nothing less but also nothing more. an unfortunate conundrum. and even more unfortunate is the fact that in his blindness, he'd neglected to account for the fact that friends-with-benefits was no kind of commitment, either.
the bar is muggy and crowded on friday nights, and tonight is no different. kaiser is usually by your side, but he's let himself get pulled away by some of your friend group for a game of pool. but when he's done, and searches for you, you aren't alone. there's a stranger seated in the barstool where he once was, making conversation with you— and you look amused. a hand is propping your head up and your body is tilted towards the stranger, and your eyes crinkle a little around the corner like they do when you find something funny, and kaiser is angry. his body aches, it burns. an ugly feeling melts into his bones, mixing not-too-well with the alcohol already in his system as he moves to where you're sitting.
maybe it's ego. maybe it's envy. or maybe, just maybe it's desperation, as he inserts himself between you and the man with a crooked grin in your direction. "everything okay here, darling?"
you might be hard to read at times, but there's no mistaking the venom that burns behind your eyes as you glare at him. it should hurt. but you're looking at him, so how bad could it be?
you feign a smile and play along, presumably to avoid embarrassment. "yes. yes, actually, more than okay. in fact, i'm ready to go now. mind paying my tab?"
he likes you when you're irritated. he likes you all the time. he'd pay your tab even if you didn't ask. kaiser can feel your anger swell as the man you were speaking to dismisses himself, and as he leads you out of the bar. but he can't be angry. not now, because you take his hand when it's offered. he knows it's to avoid a scene, but he'll pretend it's more than that. your hand in his sends warmth down his body in sparks, enough to make everything else disappear.
"what the hell was that?"
you're mad. he knew you'd be. but he loves you so he just smiles like an idiot.
the street outside the bar is mostly empty. no one is close enough to hear your conversation, and only a few bar hoppers remain, waiting for a cab or stumbling to their next destination. a streetlight shines down on you, turning you amber in its light. you look beautiful. you might've been waiting for him to respond, he's not sure; but when he doesn't, you keep going.
"kaiser, what is your problem?"
something about your saying his name snaps him out of his haze. oh. what was he doing?
"we agreed," you continue, "we're just friends. just friends. we're not anything, kaiser. we're nothing, got that?"
you're mad, you're so mad. and your words burn and sting, like whips on skin, like fire on flesh. he's silent. he doesn't have anything to say, now that the fog has lifted around his brain. you and him were nothing. he loves you like a godless man, but you and him are nothing.
"right," is all kaiser says. he lacks his usual conviction or confidence. he fears that you may be the only person who will ever be capable of reducing him to ashes. you cross your arms and stare at him with a sardonic, "yeah. right."
he loves you. he loves you like a saint, he loves you like you're all he has. and he realises, right there on the sidewalk in front of a dingy bar, that loving you does nothing but hurt.
he never ached the way he does now before he met you. he never burned with emotion too strong to contain. knowing you brought on the pain, and loving you made it worse, and being around you ruined him. this was not a blessing. this was a curse. your touch was not a cure as much as it was a cause.
it hurts to love you. it hurts to love you this much and get nothing back. he knows he shouldn't, now, he's realised that it'll only make things worse. he shouldn't. but he can't let you go, not now. he's addicted to the pain, he's addicted to the melancholy of it all. which is why he smiles. which is why he says, "can i take you home and make up for it, then?"
your face is unreadable, you're sure. and he'd never know how you were feeling at that very moment. because you're hard to read on purpose. because you're not ready for him to know. but that same pain, that same hurt; you feel it too. that same love. unrequited, in your eyes. nothing but trouble. that same love, that makes you smile back. that same love that makes you say, "it's the least you could do," as you take his hand and leave.
maybe one day one of you will have the courage to shut it down or open up. maybe one day, you'll both really end up as either something or nothing. maybe one day, the ache of love's burden will lift. but for now, the pendulum swings as one of you waits for the other to finally put them out of their misery, and turn them down.
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flower chosen: yellow rose . . jealousy
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thedgeofsleep · 1 year
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A$AP Rocky, Elliot Page, and Julia Garner for GUCCI Guilty.
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twobluecows · 10 months
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um. forgot to ever post this. got to sad.
This is an AU my friend and I were going to do something with but never did. AU where Julia lives and her and Magnus become parents to Angus :)
may or may not fuck around and make a short comic ❤️
Edit: image description by @anistarrose (i always forget to do this thank you)
Image description: warm-toned digital art of Angus, Magnus, and Julia from The Adventure Zone.
Angus is a skinny human boy with dark brown skin and curly hair, while Magnus is a muscular human with light skin and short brown hair. Julia has a muscular build and light brown skin, with curly hair in a bun. They're all wearing casual clothes and shorts.
Magnus holds Angus in his arms and Angus holds onto Magnus's shoulders, asking: "Can we get ice cream?"
Julia, who stands next to them, doesn't look up from the map she's holding as she replies: "Not until after lunch," and Magnus tells Angus: "Julia says not until after lunch." End description.
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opera-ghost · 4 months
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Could we get a compilation of times Jeremy Stolle heard “slut” when the director called “cut”? 👀
(ask is referencing this post) yes! in my research i found myself only able to focus on this one specific show towards the end of the broadway run, amazingly captured by @angelofmusicishere. and you can see why
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like. come on. the flourish when he grabs the hat? the unwavering eye contact? the cape flip????????
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slutcullis sprawl. (also him lingering after,,,,,,,)
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dude is getting his shit ROCKED
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and then he's just annoying! (slut)
and as a bonus, i have to include that time he went feral when half the set pieces stopped working during the first lair
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ewwww-what · 29 days
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Hey girl, what the fuck is your problem?
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tdpriya · 5 months
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May i request mkulia🙏🙏
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YES YOU CAN they've infected my stupid stupid brain....i may actually fully draw the 2nd pic sometime instead of it being a very sloppy sketch
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yeehawbvby · 6 months
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SCREAMING CRYING THEOWING UP
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kth1 · 2 years
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I dumped myself into the lake, I buried my voice for you ♡ for @taee 
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jenna-louise-jamie · 8 days
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alex rider + text posts pt 3
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ay-jee-el · 1 year
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9yr Me is resurfacing
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sluttyhenley · 1 year
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Focus!
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE FALLOUT (2018) dir. Christopher McQuarrie
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Celestial Spear Transcripts!
I LIED (<- i did not i'm just insane) TRANSCRIPTS ARE READY NOW!
also! i'm planning to make these through s3 so! i made a side blog @drawtectives-transcripts! any new transcript posts will go there so if you want them uncluttered with my shouting they'll be over there :D
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