Tumgik
#tangerine my beloved
eternalslover · 6 months
Text
Bullet train incorrect quotes:
Tangerine: Do you want to play 20 Questions?
Y/n: Sure!
Y/n: Whats your favorite color?
Tangerine, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?
13K notes · View notes
archieyelash · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
259 notes · View notes
tighnarly · 1 year
Text
Please someone send me Tangerine request, the brain rot is real.
13 notes · View notes
poppy-metal · 2 years
Note
omg wait you watched bullet train??? what did you think poppy!!
i loved it!!! it was very fast paced and fun and my kind of humor so i was having a blast. i loved all the cameos hehe.
15 notes · View notes
probieravi · 2 years
Note
okay tell us something new about the amnesia au pls? 🙏🏼
buck gets a cat bc maddie tells him he’s lonely and it’s orange so he names it orange and then chris comes over to hang out with him while eddie (and isaac) are at work, and chris meets the cat and buck tells him her name is orange and chris says “that’s dumb. her name is now tangerine”
14 notes · View notes
chaosyippee · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
He is so fine . I am going bonkers. Insane, even.
2K notes · View notes
angeltorresgf · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
this gif has my eye twitching, my panties soaked, my jaw dropped, my toes clenched, my legs spread, and my back arched 🤭
557 notes · View notes
babygirltangerine · 10 months
Text
i often think about how the environment plays such a big role in the storytelling of the bullet train movie while also shaping the story itself, and all of the characters have such a unique way of interacting with their surroundings, with their belongings, and with objects in general. i'm also interested in the meanings they ascribe to these objects, so of course i have to make a post about it.
for the wolf, objects remind him of where he's been, what he's been through and what he's accomplished: we see his identity tied to the wolf pendant he'd been given as a boy, and he takes clothing articles from the people he kills (like the sunglasses, shoes, and hat) as he rises through the ranks of el saguaro's organization. it's also very meaningful that he wears his wedding suit to the train (and part of that is a belt that says mexico on it).
objects for tangerine signify who he wants to be - a lot of his identity management is wrapped up in portraying himself as polished, as wealthy, and as in control, and again, clothing and jewelry is a big part of this. also important to mention is his kleptomania and his compulsive need to accumulate as much as possible (which i interpret as a symptom of his growing up in poverty) and this is just one way the story clarifies that his image is an expression of desire and a crafted self rather than an authentic one. tangerine is constantly grappling for control and objects play a large part in establishing this theme, but objects are mostly in control of him, not the other way around.
objects for ladybug are tied to survival, not only for himself but for those around him. they're distractions and decoys, they buy time and disarm his opponents in intentionally non-lethal ways. he doesn't like guns. he doesn't like to kill, and he is incredibly resourceful in his pursuit of nonviolence. ladybug is in a constant state of damage control and the objects he chooses to discard or keep in his possession give him some sense of control over his bad luck.
objects for lemon provide a means of communication and a lens for understanding the world and the people around him. the sticker book objectifies the role thomas the tank engine plays in his life, and acts not only a reference for him to categorize personalities but also as a way to express his beliefs to those around him. percy sticker, diesel sticker, thomas sticker. i also like that objects for lemon tend to have protective qualities - the bulletproof vest saved him from the gunshots and tangerine's medallion saved him from drowning. when i rewatch the movie, i appreciate how this makes me feel like he's never in any real danger despite the massive target on his back as a black man ("i don't bleed").
objects for prince provide a way to get what she wants. she uses weapons - taser, rigged gun, explosives in the briefcase - and disguises to achieve her goals. she uses objects to manipulate people and paint a picture of herself as innocent and harmless. at the same time objects reveal her true nature, such as the shibumi novel she reads and the dangerous scissors-inspired hair clip. the hornet uses objects similarly. for her it's also all about stealth and weapons and disguises.
objects for shigeru relate to his past, the knowledge he's gained from it, his goals and his beliefs. thinking of the cane with the sword inside, how he fights with both, and the flowers - how he went into hiding and became a florist. we see him with flowers at various stages in his goal to get revenge on the white death (in the hospital room with wataru, as he boards the train, and when the white death has finally been defeated). when i think of shigeru and flowers, i also think of his trust in fate, the natural world and the forces of the universe.
for the white death, objects signify beginnings and endings. i associate the white death with his mask (again, identity management, the mask signals the birth of a new criminal empire and the emergence of its new leader) as well as the car he was meant to be in, and his robe and slippers. the beginning of his reign and the end of it, how objects symbolize his rise to power and the consequences he's now facing.
the importance of objects in the story can also be seen through the prominence of the briefcase, the water bottle, the rigged gun, the wolf's knife, and the tangerine and lemon truck, all of which serve a narrative purpose and have a presence in the story from the beginning to the end.
98 notes · View notes
bruciemilf · 1 year
Note
I saw your Gladiator!Bruce AU idea and I happen to be a fantasy writer/worldbuilder (I hope you don't mind if I throw you a slightly different idea)—
As a prince, Bruce was taught his princely sword fighting and basic hand-to-hand skills. When the coup came, he was a boy.
He was thrown into a pit to die for the crimes of his father, because one death just wasn't enough. Bruce, 10 years old, 50 pounds, looks up to a fully grown man and learns just how inadequate the word dread can be. But the man looks down at him and cannot kill a child.
The new… tyrant, out of the good of his dusty, hateful heart, spares both of their lives.
Bruce is sent out into the ring regularly to be brutalized. Not because people like seeing a child lose fight after fight, but because they were told that Thomas was a terrible king, and they're still so angry, and someone has to pay the price.
Bruce is 17 when he finally wins his first fight. He's punished for it afterwards.
The new heir, a princess, makes her way to the dungeons. No one recognizes her. She creeps through the dark and the grime, silent and unseen, a shadow in the dark. She steps up to the cage bars, green eyes luminescent in the bleakness. Bruce is curled up on his hands and knees to keep the wounds on his back clean. The princess reaches in and rolls a tangerine to him, and it taps against his blood-crusted knuckles softly. By the time he looks up from his foggy haze, she's gone.
Years pass. Win or lose, his little mystery visitor sneaks him treats. Every time he approaches the bars, she disappears. Once he almost caught her by hiding off to the side. But he couldn't bring himself to use his full strength to hold her, and she slipped right through his fingers.
The king isn't getting any older. Bruce has a crisis where he knows he'll die here. When he's too old to fight well, when he's young but his ruined body makes moving fast enough too hard, he'll die. He doesn't even remember the feeling of silk anymore, the smell of perfume, the feeling of well-kept leather. But at least he remembers the sweet taste of berries.
It's not enough. But it's all he has.
The princess is married to some… specimen from a neighboring kingdom. She knows her father's plans to raze it all to the ground. This young man, this boy, is pretty and kind and polite. But her heart is distracted. She takes him to the games under the guise of courting him. Really, she'd just rather be spending the time with her champion.
The new prince (not a king here, either, as the odious king remains), watches with… complete and utter horror. The man in the ring is young — his age. But he wears a dented buckler and a leather skirt that's almost as scarred as his back. Ridges, canyons, burns, lashes — from his back to his fingers, this young man is a tapestry of abuse. And his pale eyes are blacker than night.
That night, the new prince sneaks into the dungeons. He's never really done this sort of thing before, but his hearing is good, his eyesight is better, and he can sneak and creep better than most any novice. He finds Bruce's cage and crouches down.
Bruce looks so much smaller in the dark. He sleeps as if bowing down to something, his back open to the air. But his head moves, and he looks up to his visitor. Bruce sees the most vivid blue of his life, looking down at him with kindness through the dreary night. He knows better than to speak. The stranger wavers.
"I saw you today," he whispers. His voice is… soft. It's airy and warm and gentle. There's no gruffness, no malice, no command. It's like what silk and satin would sound like, fire-warmed and lain across the shoulders. Bruce stares with wide eyes. He didn't know a man could sound so welcoming. "I'm sorry for what they're doing to you." Bruce gasps, quietly, but the wind is taken from his lungs. His mystery visitor never speaks much to him. But this new stranger reached right into his chest and touched the biggest wound.
Bruce turns his head to hide the silent tears. The stranger wavers. Then he apologizes again and leaves. The princess, hidden away, a pair of candies and a large apple in her hand, suddenly thinks she can learn to love the new prince.
The king ruins the neighboring kingdom. The prince is inconsolable, and it's only the princess' blade to his throat that convinces him to calm down and turn away from the thought of murdering her father for giving the order. He flees, breaking and smashing things along the way, because everyone he's ever known is dead and all of his people are being scattered to the wind like ashes. The princess lets him leave. She knows where to find him.
In the dungeon, with slivers of moonlight to cut the dark, the prince sits against the bars, his hand resting in Bruce's lap. Bruce doesn't weep with Prince Clark. That wound scarred over a long time ago for him. But he holds Clark's hand as delicately as his callouses allow, and he tries his best to trace the lines of this soft palm without inflicting pain. But Clark won't stop weeping.
Both broken princes nearly miss when the princess steps out of the dark. She hands them both caramels and sits to enjoy her own. Bruce tenderly unwraps Clark's for him, glad for the chance to be gentle. Talia watches them both, and as the caramel softens and melts in her mouth, she decides it's just about time for her father to learn about death.
.
135 notes · View notes
eggbreadboi · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
i don’t have any finished art rn BUT. i am losing my mind over my wips of the son. love him lots <3
87 notes · View notes
feralforfruit · 2 years
Note
*slips and falls as I run into the room* lemon kinks pretty please?
Oooo i have some fun ideas for this cutie!
What kinks/turn-ons would Lemon have? // HC
Warnings: NSFW, biting/hickeys, exhibitionism
Pairings: Lemon x fem!reader
Lemon is a bit adventurous when it comes to sex, I believe. Whenever you go to the movies or to a fancy restaurant, he tells you to wear a dress or a skirt with no underwear on just so he could play with your pussy in public.
“Try to stay quiet, princess. Don’t want us getting caught.”
Also fuck yeah he would call you princess like how sexy is that?! His voice is way too smooth for me to handle.
Overall during sex, he is really a gentle guy so while he runs his hands all over your body, he enjoys giving you some heavy praise all throughout to make sure you know you’re loved.
“God, I want to be buried in you forever. You take me so good, luv.” Ugh and he would do it all in your ear with all his groans encouraging your orgasm.
He also loves biting / being bitten. So hickeys are pretty much a must for him. He could leave you covered and you would do the same for him. Plus most of the time you guys do it publicly in a playful way.
“You look way too good for me to not fucking eat you up.” Lemon grabs you by the waist, pulling you close to him and bites your neck gently. “Oi, none of that in front me, you sick bastards.” Tangerine snapping at your PDA.
Love love loves grabbing your ass and spanking it whenever he has the chance. Doesn’t fucking care who is looking, if he takes one good look at you behind, he is going for it.
You walk past him in your new leggings. “Holy fuck…” he says biting his lip immediately getting his arm ready to slam his hand right on your bottom, getting a good grip. “My god, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
And he is so amazing at dirty talk. He likes to whisper in your ear when you’re out and about, telling you exactly what he wants and how he wants it.
“My cock is fucking throbbing for you, babe. How are we going to fix that? Mmm, how about you get underneath this table and open that mouth up wide for me?” He says in your ear, while shoving his fingers into your mouth for you to suck. And bro he’d probably do this at some restaurant in the middle of an outlet mall, homie does not fucking care.
Y’all I know we think of this man as super sweet and vanilla-ish but if he got the balls to blast some fucking brains, he must got MEGA balls to pull off some moves in the bedroom AND in public. No further explanation needed.
229 notes · View notes
eternalslover · 6 months
Text
Bullet train incorrect quotes:
Y/n: Hey I’m about to get in the shower. You wanna join me?
Tangerine: There’s a pistol taped underneath the island in the kitchen. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to shoot me. Aim for the head, don’t stop until I’m dead.
8K notes · View notes
archieyelash · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
Tangerine is official the little brother 🥲🥹
88 notes · View notes
persimminwrites · 1 year
Text
You're in her DMs. I'm in the bullet train tag thinking about how much I love Lemon.
We are not the same.
63 notes · View notes
nevertoomanyspiders · 6 months
Text
oh yeah re:playlists
sure I share my longass playlists with friends but that is generally if i have a pretty good idea of what they like or if they're looking for something new to listen to.
one bubbly and cutesy character may have a mostly J-pop and eurobeat saturated playlist while another may be kinda gloomy and edgy and have darkwave and industrial tunes. a 70s themed character will have 70s pop and rock (but especially prog rock lol)
but yeah. i tend to be biased towards electronic music in most cases but i do like supplementing with appropriately themed music.
music tastes can be very particular and I'm pretty picky about what i might get into. acoustic guitars are definitely one thing i am aggressively not fond of due to their overuse, but depending on how it's played, how the vocalist sounds, what the song is about may change my mind. but on most part, naw thank you. (looks at lutes in medieval and renaissance music) you're on thin ice.
edit: grabbing my tag novel from the previous post:
#i make playlists to listen to while i draw#i don't make them for some rando to try to get a read on my OCs asfdsag#that and idk i listen to mostly instrumental music#or songs with nonsensical lyrics#music to me is about The Vibes and not so much the meaning#if I was to find a perfect song to describe a character of mine it'd be weird because that is not how i listen to music#music#so yeah it's unlikely i'll try to make mixtapes anytime soon#oh yeah there's also the fact of like. the genres i like may not mesh with someone else's tastes#i ramble
11 notes · View notes
jongside · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
15 notes · View notes