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saltpepperbeard · 9 months
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Taika and Rhys: we're comedians so drama can be harder for us sometimes Me: ARE-YOU-SURE-ABOUT-THAT.GIF
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herewegobebe · 1 year
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JINKI ✦ 'No Parachute' ✦ O_NEW_NOTE 💞🐰💞
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22plus15 · 3 months
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post-match l&o with keira 🫶🌟 (via @Barcafemenifoto)
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yeonjune · 4 months
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(240119) yawnzzn instagram update: Yeonjun in Paris photo by bamgyuuuu
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Heya! Was this the piece you were talking about?
Seems to be from someone going by seyorrol
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YES!!!!!!
HOLY SHIT YES THERE IT IS!!!! THANK YOU LOVE YOU YOU'RE AMAZING MWAH MWAH MWAH
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twilighthappiness · 2 months
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Do you ever just want to stumble and fall each time you see your f/o? Like it should be illegal for someone to be this cute/pretty/hot.
☁︎ proship/comship DNI ☁︎
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Ayo Edebiri at the CFDA Fashion Awards. ❤️
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tinyleia · 2 months
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Thinking about all the love, longing and hurt between Hyunwoo and Haein
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Imagine making your f/o fall for a 'deez nutz' joke.
Imagine the power you now hold and feel.
(or maybe they make you fall for the joke idk!!)
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saltpepperbeard · 2 years
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the way stede keeps his eyes closed for an additional few beats after the kiss might end me actually
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selfshipcorner · 10 months
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How does you and your f/o's fashion styles differ or resemble one another? How does their style compliment yours? Do you both dress similar or do you both have completely opposite styles? Maybe you start incorporating aspects of their style into yours or vice versa!
Regardless of what you wear, your f/o will think you're beautiful btw!
Prosh!ppers dni
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virgosenterlude · 8 months
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pellelavellan · 2 months
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@quiisquiliae from x
The Inquisitor raised an eyebrow right back at the boy. He wouldn't consider himself the expert on criminal judgement but he had a few under his belt now. He'd seen a few different types of people while bound in chains: the fearful, the remorseful, the grand standish. None of them however had looked him in the face and described their prisons as a vacation.
He didn't know what to say at first. He'd seen the prisons. They were cold, unwelcoming, a bit terrifying when you considered the massive cliff they stood upon. It wasn't a place he'd ever be happy to spend a single night in, though he'd never spent a night in a cell....ever. He didn't want to presume this boy had but the way he was listing off the benefits of being a prisoner to the Inquisition one had to wonder.
There were eyes all around the room watching him take in the prisoner sitting in front of him, waiting for him to have something to say to squash the boy's sense of humor but...he wasn't sure he could.
He was young, possibly even younger than Pelle. Human....maybe? Despite the tattoos on his face he was quite boyish. Messy brown hair feathered about his head in no particular fashion, and his clothes did not indicate he was of any importance to their enemy. He could have been mistaken for a beggar honestly, if not for the leathers.
Pelle couldn't tell if his nonchalance about the possibility of death was because he could not fathom the idea of dying at his age or if he was so relaxed because he wanted to be here. The latter sounded a bit mad to consider. He had to assume that his attitude had little to do with his own appearance. He appeared to be smirking before he was knelt down in front of him, so it was unlikely that his inability to be serious stemmed from anything to do with him.
If he were the stone cold leader most people associated with Inquisitors or war generals he might promise the boy that he would make sure his cell was far less comfortable upon returning him to it. He wasn't. He was curious.
"Why are you here?" he asked. "I'm either to believe you think this is a game or you believe that whatever I might do to you is a joke compared to what your allies would do if you turned up empty handed." something about that last statement was in all fairness true. Pelle didn't really believe in killing people, didn't really feel it was within his right to go deciding who did and did not deserve life. He did believe in people paying for the crimes they committed, though he would reserve that judgement for the people harmed--or ask that they repay their debts in an honorable fashion.
That probably was much kinder than whatever most people believed to be the correct course of action when dealing with criminals.
He would let the boy explain himself of course, but he had more questions. "You killed people. You do understand that yes? People's lives aren't funny. Who are you exactly? Tell me your name."
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have you considered...zöo mothè bois? :D<
Of course, of course, as is tradition for the monstrous boys
They live in an enclosed building, with no windows or methods of natural sun getting in, to help with the issue of moth monsters being primarily nocturnal. The zoo has the lights turned on at night and the enclosures significantly darkened in the day- that way, the boys should all be nice and active when visitors are around. Mc is a worker there, part of the ever-growing crew dedicated to the care of the moth monsters.
Sans: He is, by all accounts, the star attraction. The newest addition to their collection of beasts, he was captured and brought in after killing and eating a wealthy/famous trophy hunter; his pretty wings have made him something of a celebrity. He dislikes the attention and constant eyes and mostly stays in his den... but like his zoo skider counterpart, he actually doesn't hate his captive existence too much. I mean- it’s free food and accommodation, right?
Mc’s been strongarmed into becoming his personal groomer, because he won’t allow anyone except her close enough to touch him. The zoo want their biggest source of revenue looking good, and someone needs to get close enough to clean dirt and blood off Sans’ wings without getting torn to pieces. He used to avoid cleaning his wings out of laziness, but now he does it because he knows the dirtier his wings are, the longer Mc will stay in his enclosure with him, brushing and grooming his beautiful wings... unintentionally performing an extremely romantic action with him for hours on end. 
Mc won’t deny she likes her time with Sans. He’s good as gold with her- dopey and easygoing, always grinning. She feels weirdly calm when she’s close to him. But she’s still cautious... she’s still on edge. Sometimes, when she looks at him, she catches him staring at her with a frightening edge to his grin.
Red: He's bored. That’s his problem; he used to be nomadic, travelling the lands to find the best hunting grounds, meeting people and seeing the world. Being taken into this stifling zoo (all because he killed the occasional unaccompanied traveller, how unreasonable) and bundled into a single enclosure has left him feeling cramped and snappish, even more aggressive with humans than he normally gets. How good he behaves depends entirely on how bored he is.
She’s his absolute favourite. He’s a massive flirt around her, trilling out a wolf whistle when he sees her walking by. If he’s had the right enrichment he’s her favourite too, gentle and well behaved, purring while she cleans up and doing little more than fussing her clothes. But other days, the days when he’s not had anything to do for hours on end, when he’s so bored he could kill... 
... He waits until her guard is down before he pounces on her and tries to drag her (kicking and screaming) into his den. He’s strong and he’s got four arms, he’s very difficult to escape, and she’s never sure if he wants to eat her or try to make moth babies with her- Red’s moods are why she carries bug spray on the job.
Skull: This poor boy was actually raised in captivity. Removed from his habitat as a baby and sold as an exotic decoration for rich morons, years of stress and mishandling have left him with a few... issues. Neglect made him deeply possessive of food, constant stress has made him fucking huge, living in enclosed cages for years means he can't fly, he has absolutely no idea how to be a moth monster. He's a high-strung unsociable mess with an incurable hatred of humans who just wants to hide in his den and never come out. The growls he lets out, when someone comes into his enclosure, are loud enough to be heard through the walls.
... Except... there’s one light in his life. Just the one.
When Mc comes into his room he turns into a shy mess. He curls into himself, he can’t hold eye contact with her, if she tries to bring him things like food or blankets she has to leave them on the floor and walk out because he’s too nervous to approach her. He’s got a huge crush on her and it sends him into a tailspin every time she smiles or says his name, colour spreads across his cheekbones and his eyelight dilates like a cat. 
He does, however, get a little burst of confidence when it comes to stealing from her. He’s an absolute fiend for stealing her things. If she ever drops a hair tie or piece of jewellery, she isn’t getting it back. Utensils vanish too. One time, he went right up to her and snatched the jacket tied around her waist before retreating back to his den again. He’s slowly gathering his confidence.
One day he might get enough confidence to just steal her.
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sincericida · 4 months
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ANDREW GARFIELD
attends the Loewe Fashion Show.
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lokibrainrot · 1 month
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HEY this is writing for Cap that contains a litttllllee bit of lethal company v50 spoilers! Just be aware before you read!
A bright bright summer day. The air was cool but the sun warmed its skin. It could hear its sisters running about, shouting about something or other. Everest and Jolene were 12 and 8 respectively, although Jolene was turning 9 today.
Its mother sat across from it, watching the two play in the freshly cut grass. It looked out towards them, blinded by the sun at first, moving its hand to block the ray. It observed, smiling lightly. It laughed, Everest's pink dress had gotten grass stained already even though she had said she wouldn't stain it today.
Jolene pointed towards it and their mother, stumbling backwards before coming to a stop. She yelled out to it "Come play!" and it stood, smiling brightly. Its sisters ran over, grabbing it by the arms and running it into the field. A game of tag, it thought. But something was wrong now, its sisters had stopped and were looking up at the sky. It looked at both of them before looking up as well.
Something blotted out the sun. Many somethings. Things that flew in the formation of geese but were way too big to be geese themselves.
"What is that?" Its mother asked from the table, standing up herself in order to get a better view of what her kids were looking at. All it took was a couple steps forward to make her realize what was happening. She took Jolene and Everest by the hands and yelled for it to follow as they ran.
Cold adrenaline began to bleed into it, it had never seen its mother so panicked. It looked back up to the sky, hearing what sounded like a baby crying... Why was there a baby crying? What was going on?
It ran to catch up with its family, but the sky darkened, going completely black in seconds. It couldn't move anymore. Its feet sunk into the ground. It felt time fly by, years added on to itself. It was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt one moment and a military uniform the next. It had no arm, at least not a flesh one now. The crying was louder. It kept getting louder. It tried to run, to scream out to its family. All it could do was think. I want my mom. I want to go home. I want to hold my sisters. I want to visit my dad. The crying had grabbed it, cold metallic fingers gripping its midsection with a force that burned. And then it saw the front end of a gun and heard a clicking. It raised its arms to cover its face, and suddenly it could scream out again. Burning. Burning in its legs and slowly getting higher. It cried out, Screaming in tune with the Crying. Birds shouldn't cry. Cap sprang up, hitting its head against the bunk above it. Its internal mechanisms whirred and something was clicking when it shouldn't have been. It felt its heart beat hard, the damn thing not pumping anything like blood anymore. It laid back down, thankful Ricky above it was a hard sleeper. Images flashed its vision for a few more moments before it heard his voice. "Be a better asset." It nodded in response, faintly feeling something slip from its eyes. It was a phantom feeling, but nontheless it knew what crying was. It turned on its side and tried to fall back asleep. It pictured its family. Who were those people? Why did it feel so horrible that it couldn't remember their faces?
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