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segycacao · 10 months

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CW// bright colours I think

Sorry for being inactive, examinations have turned my brain into mashed potatoes

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #springtrap #please don't check out my blog #you will regret it #fnaf fanart #fnaf 3 #fnaf springtrap #doodle #Steve Raglan and Shaggy Rogers have the same starting letters

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agmapansa3008 · 2 years

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VegasPete Epilogue: 5 Sleepy Moments

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--- 01

When Vegas wakes up, his arm doesn’t. For a panicked second, he wonders if the bullets did more damage than initially thought, but when he opens his eyes he sees the actual reason. Pete’s head is lying on the numb arm, the man deeply asleep, as quiet snores are barely heard throughout the room. Vegas looks around and finds Macau gone, probably back at school now that Vegas is almost set to go home. He looks back down at Pete and hesitates only a moment before he reaches over with his still functioning hand to gently card his fingers through Pete’s soft hair. He still can’t quite believe that he has this. That he has Pete. No… not has. That Pete chose him.

He watches him nuzzle into Vegas’ arm, a soft sigh escaping as he is slowly roused from his sleep. Vegas lets himself smile as he continues to wake Pete.

--- 02

It’s only their third night at the new house when Vegas sees Pete descend the stairs, sleep still heavy in his eyes. The former bodyguard mumbles a “morning” to him, pausing briefly before he brushes his hand over Vegas’ arm in a gentle addition to the greeting. When Vegas only watches him, Pete gives him an awkward smile and pulls his hand away. Vegas almost asks him to put it back. Almost. “Macau should be down any minute, I woke him up a while ago.” Turning away, Pete starts up the coffee machine, movements still a little sluggish.

Vegas just continues watching his movements. Despite the awkwardness, the occasional caution, Pete seems so comfortable here. So comfortable living with both Vegas and his brother. Hell, he takes care of the both of them like it’s nothing. “He will start calling you mom, soon.” It’s meant to be a joke, but his voice comes out entirely too earnest for that.

“Oy.” Though, Pete’s affronted look doesn’t fail to make Vegas chuckle. “At least let him call me dad.”

The chuckle turns into a helpless laugh. “That’s what offended you?”

Before Pete can answer anything, they are both alerted by frantic sounds coming from the stairs. Macau stumbles in, tie crooked and bag almost sliding off his shoulders. “No time for breakfast, I’m late!” He yells, almost flying out the door.

“Wait.” Pete’s voice isn’t even loud, but Vegas still observes his brother - his rebellious, stubborn brother - freeze on the stop. “You wouldn’t be late if you got up when I woke you.”

Macau mocks him, but his grimace quickly melts into a full-blown smile when Pete offers him a thermos with piping hot coffee, an unimpressed look in his eyes. “Thank you, brother-in-law,” Macau singsongs and then hurries away before Pete’s well-aimed punch can catch his arm.

“Brat,” he mutters and rolls his eyes as he moves around Vegas to return to the coffee machine. He doesn’t drink the second coffee, though. He holds it out to Vegas instead. “Here. Energy.” And it’s the way he thought about Macau first, about Vegas second, that makes Vegas’ heart pound. When Pete jiggles his hand slightly to hurry him along, he grabs the mug from him and watches as Pete finally makes his own coffee. His breath comes out in a quiet sigh, a little shaky as he smells the comforting scent of coffee and finally realises that this is real. Pete is here. To stay, hopefully. Vegas will do anything to make him want to stay.

Taking a sip, he hums and reaches out to brush Pete’s arm, like he has done to Vegas when he came down. Pete looks over at him, sleepy smile on his face and Vegas can’t help the way his hand reaches up to brush Pete’s hair behind his ear. Pete’s eyes widen a fraction, seem a little more alert as he clutches his coffee to his chest and Vegas lets his hand sink. “Thanks… dad.” He isn’t as fast as Macau to dodge the hit against his thigh.

--- 03

Some of the casinos are still under Vegas' care. It was in the agreement he made with Korn after being released from the hospital, now that the minor family was under Porsche's thumb. He doesn't mind most of the time, still holding power where he goes. If people question his authority, they still regret it very quickly. It's not quite the same, but the pressure is also off. It's… different.

Different might not be bad.

But being in charge of the casinos means many days where he returns home well into the night. And even though today might be a Friday, he is still a little surprised when he arrives home and sees both Macau and Pete on the couch, the light of the playing TV flickering over their faces. Only when he sheds his outer layers and shoes, does he notice that Macau is fast asleep, head rolling against Pete’s shoulder, chest slowly rising and falling. Pete, though, is awake, if barely. When he hears Vegas enter the room, he raises his hand, careful not to jostle Macau awake, and waves with a small smile.

Vegas finds himself smiling back, only stalling for a second before he moves over to sit down on Pete’s other side. “Hey,” the former bodyguard mumbles while looking at him, eyes having followed his movements.

“Hey.” Their eyes meet for a long moment, Pete’s hand that isn’t trapped by Macau’s body, falling onto his thigh, the touch oddly grounding. Vegas finds himself relaxing as he looks towards the TV, the volume on whatever is playing set way low. It’s some weird action show and he frowns when he sees a character talk to apparent air. “What’s this?”

Pete chuckles, quiet like their whispering has been. “It’s a show Tankhun made us watch with him. I think we watched it three times since it came out.” He leans his head back and sighs. “It’s really stupid, but I kind of missed those nights today, so I put it on.” He must see something fall on Vegas’ face because the hand on his thigh squeezes gently. “Don’t look like that. I like living here.” He smiles reassuringly. “It’s just… sometimes I miss the routine.”

Nodding, Vegas lets his fingers slide through the ones on his leg, returning the squeeze. “I get that.” For a while, they both watch the action show, hands remaining interlocked. That is, until Vegas suddenly feels something fall against his shoulder, warm breath tickling his throat. He, in turn, stops breathing for a moment, moving slowly to look down at Pete’s head, his cheek squished against Vegas’ body.

Well… he supposes they are sleeping on the couch today.

--- 04

Pete often accompanies him to the main house. While Vegas is dealing with either Korn or Kinn and sometimes Porsche - reluctantly, there’s so much history with everyone, but he doesn’t really have much of a choice - Pete leaves to see the other bodyguards or Tankhun. They always leave together, though, Pete always tells him to just text him or find him when he’s ready to head home. It always sends a small thrill through Vegas’ body, whenever Pete addresses their house as ‘home’ in front of the others. Even Macau comes with them sometimes, mostly to annoy Porsche or hang with his little brother. When those two even became friends is absolutely beyond Vegas, but he’s happy that his brother doesn’t seem lonely, even outside of his school friends.

Today though, Vegas went alone. Pete has come home late the night before. It happens from time to time, now that Vegas urged him to go to the movie marathons with Tankhun again. He never fails to come home, though, never fails to be there in the morning. But Vegas’ meeting with Kinn was very early, so he kept Pete’s room door closed and didn’t try to wake him. A shame really, because Vegas always feels infinitely more comfortable walking into the main house with Pete by his side. It feels less like his arrival before the attack. Less like he is supposed to pull a gun on the bodyguards greeting them. It reminds him that everything in his life has flipped on its head and that that might be a good thing. Yeah, Vegas doesn’t like going to the main house alone.

However, when he returns, the tense awkwardness still thrumming through him is almost worth it, because Pete is lying curled up on the couch, occasionally stretching towards the sun like a fucking cat. He has to stop in the door for a moment, has to take the sight in.

The thing is, Vegas isn’t easily flustered. His upbringing, his character, his life so far have done everything to assure that. He isn’t easily faced, isn’t easily surprised, caught off-guard.

Except when it comes to Pete.

Everything about Pete is a fucking enigma. He’s a puzzle that Vegas can’t seem to crack. And he has tried to crack him… both literally and figuratively. He doesn’t really like to think about that.

Here and now, though, Pete shuffles around, pushes his face deeper into his arm and Vegas has to swallow.

Macau finds him like this, just standing in the door, still dressed, shoes and jacket on, staring at Pete like he’s a particularly hard maths equation. He opens his mouth to say something and Vegas’ body moves on its own, throwing a finger up to his own mouth and shushing his brother. They have a silent conversation, mostly comprised of raising eyebrows and up- and downturned lips respectively, until Vegas tries to push Macau away, but Macau side-steps him and throws him a grin, while he takes out his phone.

He sneaks closer to Pete and leans down to snap a couple of pictures, changing angles and everything. Vegas can’t help but chuckle, because seriously, what sort of bodyguard wouldn’t wake-

“Are you done? Can I get up now?” They both freeze as Pete’s voice rings out in the room, Macau almost stumbling onto his ass from his crouched position. “Because I know I’m adorable, but really? A dozen pictures?” His eyes open, way more alert than they should be for someone allegedly asleep, as he stretches, still lying down.

Macau clears his throat, putting his phone away. “When did you wake up?”

“When your brother came home.” Pete hums and Macau grumbles under his breath and leaves the room with a roll of his eyes. Pete only laughs to himself, eyes moving to Vegas with raised eyebrows. “And why were you just staring at me?”

Ah. This Vegas can do. With a smirk, he moves closer and leans over Pete, a hand propped onto the back of the couch. “Maybe I just like watching you sleep?” The smile slips from Pete’s lips slightly, turns almost a little coy, his eyes softening, becoming hooded. Vegas’ heart starts to beat a little faster as he remembers a similar look back at the safe house. Similar, but slightly different. Freer, lighter, Pete’s eyes seem to sparkle a little, not as dull as they have been back then.

“And why is that?” As Vegas looks down at him, he’s a little lost for words. Because if he thought Pete was beautiful at the safe house, now he is positively divine. He feels the gentle tap of fingers against his cheek, mapping a path into his hair and he almost leans further down, tempted to close the gap between them. Instead, Pete’s coy smile turns into a grin and, suddenly, he flicks Vegas’ forehead, making him flinch, the charged moment over. He lets out a frustrated huff, but Pete’s laugh might be worth it. “Did you bring food?” Amused despite himself, Vegas nods his head and heads towards the kitchen, Pete following him eagerly. “What did you bring?”

They divide the food up and call Macau to eat. And if Vegas receives a message from his brother, while they are talking at the table, with just a bunch of pictures and the caption 'You're welcome’, well then Pete will never find out.

--- 05

The morning after the first night they slept together in one bed, Vegas wakes up to a warmth against his back and a heavy arm slung around his waist. He blinks the sleep from his eyes and frowns when he sees the time on the watch on his bedside table. He tries to move, managing to sit up slightly, but the arm won't let him get far, only tightens around him, holding him in place. "Pete," he tries in a quiet voice, but only feels the shake of a head against his back. "Pete, I have to go."

"Nooooo…" The half-asleep whine is accompanied by a press between his shoulder blades and he can only imagine it being Pete's face since there is absolutely no way for him to turn around. "Where you goin'?" The mumble is barely coherent.

A little helpless, Vegas remains frozen, his arms starting to strain from holding him up awkwardly. "I have a meeting with Korn. It's about one of the gangs."

"But whyyy." Another whine and Vegas is quite sure that his heart doubles in size. "Too early."

He chuckles, lets himself sink down again, to be held entirely against Pete's chest. "It's noon, Pete."

There is a beat of silence and then a groan. "Oh." Reluctantly, the arm is pulled away and Vegas is free to sit up. He hesitates for a moment, missing the weight of it but another glance at the watch makes him sigh and he shuffles his feet to the floor. Stretching his arms above his head, he cracks his neck and looks behind him when he hears a small squeak. Pete's face is the slightest bit red and his eyes snap up, from where he was observing Vegas' naked back, to his eyes. "Shut up," Pete grumbles before Vegas can even say anything and he whacks him with a pillow when he sees the smirk on Vegas' face. "Go. Leave, be important."

With a chuckle, Vegas stands from the bed and moves towards his wardrobe. He pulls out a pair of jeans and is about to pull them over his legs when he makes the mistake of turning around one more time. Because Pete is using one hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, the other one clutched into the blanket pooling around his waist. He is wearing a shirt that belongs to Vegas and as he looks up at him, eyes bleary, lips just shy of a sleepy smile, Vegas gives up. "You know what?" He says slowly, letting the jeans drop to the floor. "Fuck Korn." And with a jump, he dives back into the bed, back into Pete's arms, who welcomes him with a loud laugh.

#this might seem ooc #but i based it on the vegas and pete we saw at the hospital scene #so the relationship is still very much off-balance and slowly returning to normal #soon they will be the bondage-enthused maniacs again don't worry #also Pete might be the mom friend #but Vegas is very much in charge of cooking #don't let my ramen-addicted boy near the stove #you WILL regret it #vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #will i ever get over that show and that couple?#i doubt it #thai bl #bl drama #darawrites

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dick-chugger · 10 days

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Why do I even study this stupid gayass language, it took me like half an hour to translate this bit and now I have to find some fucking ablativus absolutus shit and I'm not even sure what that is

#never study latin #you will regret it

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crashstanding · 2 years

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Not to be cringe, but I made this as a joke in a discord, but I’d figure I’d share for anyone else. Remember to take care of yourself! Do not run your engines into the ground! Perform regular safety checks!

#pokemon #submas #IM LOOKING AT YOU WRITERS AND ARTISTS WHO WORK THROUGH WRIST PAIN #YOU WILL REGRET IT #REST YOURSELF AND ALSO HYDRATE

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factsilike · 6 months

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I need to say this-

I hope the Israeli government knows that even if they (impossibly) succeed in wiping out the Palestinians and taking control of Gaza and therefore the whole of Palestine completely, the world will never accept them.

Do they think that the people of the world will just let them forget this? That they'll just be able to move past the fact that they've committed one of the worst massacres in history, as this is how they will go down, this is how they will be remembered in the history books since this is the hill they're choosing to die on. Do they think that they will then be able to live peacefully on the Holy Land, that they stole, that they've filled with the blood of innocents and screams of children and crying of mothers and babies. That they'll just be able to establish a State of Israel of Jews then, completely ignoring the fact that they've slaughtered millions of innocent former occupants of that State?

If so, then they're dead wrong. Cowardly leaders of the major countries of the world like the UK and US may blabber empty words like, "We stand with Israel.." all they want but those words mean nothing when the people of their countries do not agree with them and have vehemently shown so, so they have no right to utter such lies.

And the UN is also a complete joke, since one vote against twelve other votes is enough to veto a major decision.

I just.. My heart hurts. Just the whole week has been a pain listening to the constant news of bombardment of settlements and senseless deaths and the world. Just. Goes. On. Does not care. I want to scream.

Lying awake this morning thinking what a privilege it is to wake up to a peaceful sunrise while children on the other side of the world wake up half in wonder and half in despair to yet another day filled with senseless violence and death, year after year. This war has been going on since before we were even born. And it has gone on long enough.

If you have a platform on any social media sites, then please please speak up about this. And if you have the means to donate or attend protests in your area, please do so. It's the least you can do. If you have an ounce of humanity, do not look away. Do not let the oppressors get away with this, do not let them just do as they please. This is not a fandom issue or a show or a book, where you keep your opinion to yourself or say that all opinions are valid. Know that if you stay silent or adopt a 'neutral' stance, you are complicit in genocide. You are saying that you are okay with the murder of children and innocents.

#palestine #free gaza #gaza #free palestine #your voice counts #it counts more than you think #do not be silent about this #you will regret it #genocide

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apocalypticink · 6 months

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00110110.

See this? E.M.P.

Will fry any tech nearby.

No, it's not tested.

But look, I've got a great plan:

All you gotta do is this...

#poetry #you will regret it #bad ideas #emp

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skatoonyfan1234 · 3 months

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Mirabel Madrigal HATES the ending of the Dexter's Laboratory episode 'Dexter Detention'; where Dexter ended up in prison and locked up by 2 stupid pig-faced cops.

Mirabel Madrigal: [growls] HOW DARE THOSE STUPID PIG-FACED COPS! HOW DARE THEY ARREST AND LOCK UP ONE LITTLE INNOCENT KID JUST CAUSE HE WAS TRYING TO SNEAK OUT OF PRISON! I'M GONNA MURDER THEM! JUST WAIT TILL MY ABUELA HEARS ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENCANTO [C] Disney DEXTER'S LABORATORY [c] Cartoon Network

#mirabel madrigal #pissed #dexter's laboratory #dexter detention #angry #hated ending #if you piss mirabel madrigal off #you will regret it

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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Modern Au. Mirabel is that one friendly quirky girl in high school that despite being friendly and generally liked is still bullied. Come in her very famous older sisters (rock star/singer Isabela and gold medalist Olympic wrestler/weightlifter Luisa) to pick Mirabel up after school one day and the crowd and Mirabel’s bullies being shook.

Bonus points if you can include Isabela and Luisa defending Mirabel even though she doesn’t need it.

"Mirabel!" Isabela stepped out of the car that Luisa was driving. "Time to go home!" She flipped her hair(which had a neon pink streak in it), looking utterly stunning in her black faux-leather jeans, matching jacket, and fishnet top under a pink tye-dye crop top, her gothic boots, black nail polish, and black lipstick only accentuating the look.

"Is that the punk rock singer Isabela Madrigal?!?!?!" A girl yelled out.

"Mirabel, where are you?" out stepped a tall and elegant young woman wearing a long blue sundress, brown sandals with red bows on them, and bracelets on each hand, as well as a gold necklace with a heart-shaped locket on it, her shimmering brown hair tied back with a red ribbon, her biceps apparent for all to see. "Mom's making your favorite!" she announced as the students gawked in awe at the famous Olympic-level wrestler and figure skater Luisa, one girl completely over the moon as her eyes said "marry me!"

"She said we can stop at the cafe first if we want to grab something for dessert though!" Said a curly-haired, half-Black girl wearing a red Lolita dress with puffed sleeves, laced stockings bowknot pumps, and a head wrap tied in a cute bow, and nobody could believe they were seeing Dolores, famous actress, writer, and fashion designer live and in the flesh; she was even cuter in person!

Mirabel smiled, running up to the car. "Thanks for picking me up, mis hermanas y mi prima! Let's go home!" They escorted her into the car and drove off, leaving her bullies in shock.

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calibrationneeded · 7 months

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College professors will be like “analyze an episode of television, analyze a movie!”

I can assure you you do not want me to do that

#it’s a slippery slope #you will regret it

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bowofbalance · 5 months

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On the one hand I want to scream at people about Thirteen and on the other hand I can't scream at people about Thirteen

#if anyone ever makes the mistake of giving me blanket permission to talk thirteen #you will regret it #but i'd be so happy :)#literally ignore me

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alyricalmess0 · 1 year

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Something...

https://www.redbubble.com/i/sticker/Something-Anime-Eyes-by-Alyricalmess/143794866.EJUG5?asc=u

#avaliable on my Redbubble #something #omori something #something omori #dont buy it #you will regret it #omori #fanart #omori fanart #redbubble artist #redbubble #redbubble shop #art

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poisonedglass · 1 year

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So I just spend 5 hours researching the omegaverse and it's so fucking interesting.

I wrote 13 pages about it and it's only the first day. I am at the lawsuit btw.

If you are a normel person and wondering why? just why?

The answer is my best friend, the love of my life (platonicly), the reason I wake up in the morning, the person who calls me when they see couples, Grey, would totaly abandon me in a horror movie to die.

I have prof of this because they did it already (there wasn't any murder involved tho but it's the principal of it) so it's my revenge.

I know Grey, and they hate the omegaverse so it's the perfect revenge

and I know this because as the person who reads to them fanfiction they always refuse to listen to it

So I will force them through hours long presentation of the omegaverse

Also it's fuking facinating why would I not read about it's history.

Also also you can ask questions because there are some interesting stuff that i found like Star Trek's help in creating it and a old term for omega being " bitch males" and a series called "Cakeverse" that has "fork" people in it.

So ya preaty fuking interesting

#omegaverse #you will regret it

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pinkhairedsniper · 2 years

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