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Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) dir. George Miller

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elderfrogboy · 22 days

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An Ezra in the worst color palette ever for the lovely @engagemythrusters!

#this is so neat???#star wars rebels #ezra bridger #beautiful art #queue

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elderfrogboy · 25 days

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hey mashblr here's radar gifs from my old blog:-)

#radar my beloved #radar o'reilly #mash #gif warning #queue

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elderfrogboy · 27 days

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people on my "making AUs for OCs" post keep going like "oh you mean like a STORY? like a BOOK? OP that's just a STORY!!" like no you don't get it. you don't get how much my friends and i play with our ocs like dolls. we're talking swap AUs. homestuck classpecting. MLP AUs. evil AU. "so just making stories" you're like a little baby to me. leave my sight

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elderfrogboy · 2 months

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Huge fan of when my speech patterns rub off on people enjoy when thay happens

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elderfrogboy · 2 months

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animals in medieval armor

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elderfrogboy · 2 months

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number 1 thing i hate on modern comics is that everyone wears "realistic" "practical" suits and theyre all boring and/or butt ugly. idgaf about practicality i need everyone to start serving cunt again give that man a giant v cleavage or so help me god

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elderfrogboy · 2 months

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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

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elderfrogboy · 2 months

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Hello! Please, could you write one shot with duke leto atreides x reader (reader could be his wife). Leto could have a bad day and on the council meeting he would be very annoyed by reader. After this reader is angry for him, cause he acting like weirdo. In the end he wants to fix everything.

Anyways i hope that you understand main idea, english isn't my mother language.

Have a nice day!

This took forever broski, my bad 😩

Parum serpens

Duke Leto Atreides x reader

Summary: read the ask :)

Warning: A little suggestive and a little plot heavy but nothing too bad. This is 1.6k words.

When you were just a girl, you bore witness to your mother's rise to power.

Ask any man then and they'd tell you she had nothing but her looks – that she was dim, she had to be because the day she married your father, she had smiled. Her grin dimpled her cheeks and her eyes shined and people thought her mad. No sane woman would smile at marriage with your father, he was a brute; oafish, vile, and dreadful and your mother had smiled as she said ‘I do’.

Your father – you barely remember the man, he was dead longer than he was ever in your life. You remember his voice though, you remembered that he was always yelling – trashing about the estate, hitting and hurling anything that got in his way. You were just eight when he hit you, backhanding you so hard to go flying to the ground. It had been the first and the last time he ever raised his hand towards you because your mother smiled – her teeth bared, glinting and sharp.

Your father had died later that night. The doctors say his lungs collapsed, a spontaneous pneumothorax set off by all his smoking and drinking– they called it Sarcoidosis but your mother called it belladonna. Just a sip, Her voice was barely a whisper as she wiped your tears away, Just a sip, that's all it took. They don't look for it, men are too good for the common ways of women's poison.

Your mother had told you to smile, to never let a man see anything but a pretty face. Let them think you are dim and dull and the moment they turn their backs– sink your canines into their throat. You were ten when your mother did the impossible– she carved through stone with her bare fist, every rock in her path reduced to dust as she climbed ranks. She had earned a title for herself, a reputation that sent those whispering.

Album Serpentis.

The White Serpent had carved a path and you were expected to follow in her footsteps. Her baby snake whose teeth glinted just as white, who smiled dimly despite the intelligence in your eyes. So, it didn't surprise you how the council called for your attention instead of your husband's.

“Well?” The older man's voice prompts, drawing you from your thoughts. Your eyes flicker away from the map and glimpse around the room– several curious eyes were tacked to your form, and you thin your lips as the man continues. “What do you think, Parum Serpens?”

Little snake. A title you haven't heard since you were little— since you got married and became Lady Atreides, really. Your teeth grit against each other as Leto frowns from beside you. To ignore your name was disrespect in the simplest of forms– to you, to your husband, to your house. Your lips twitch and there's a flash of white.

“I think…” You begin with a drawl, you sink back into your seat, crossing your legs. “My husband is more fit for this conversation, it is why we are here after all.”

The men around you laugh as if you had said the funniest thing. Their voices grate against your eardrums as they shake out of their humor and continue to talk and plan and you shift closer to your husband, placing a hand on his thigh.

He doesn't even look at you as he shakes it off.

***

“Well, that went swimmingly.” You muse dryly as you both board the ship. You nod in thanks to the servant who comes to take your coat but Leto waves them away with a grunt– his lips pulled into a frown as he settles into his seat. He runs a hand over his beard– his shoulders brought forward and tense and his eyes– the warm eyes you usually find yourself lost in are dark, lost in thought. He doesn't look at you, he hasn't since you both arrived at the meeting but that was to be expected but you were both free of that. Free of obligation and he'd usually kiss the side of your head– pulling you into his lap to mutter about the men he secretly despised. But now, he offered you none of that, “Are you okay?”

His thumb runs across his lip and he frowns, his shoulder rising in a bland shrug. “Yes. I’m…” He trails off before shaking his head. His hand drops to his lap, clenching into a fist before relaxing it. “Sit–” Your heart does a strange flip when you notice he's nodding towards the seat ten paces away from his own. There's a seat next to him, hell, you've even sat on his lap without complaint but now he wants you further away. “–With any luck, we'll be home for dinner.”

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you nod– and the action draws his attention to your lips as you sit, folding your hand in your lap. His eyes dance over your face in silence before falling to your lips and he frowns, his eyes darting away. Well, that was annoying. “You’re mad at me.”

“No, I'm not.”

You blink at him, giving him a flat look. “I am not a fool, I know when my husband is angry.” You pause, eyes raking over him– taking in the steady rise and fall of his chest, his lips that were usually pulled into a wry smile are pushed thin– and his brows dip as he meets your stare. Your teeth flash, pretty and pearly as you smile at him, inclining your head. “Though, I can't recall what I did to deserve such anger. Will you tell me?”

He doesn't, not at first– he only stares at you with that look on his face, like he's searching for something etched into your face or if he stares long enough – you'd crumble, like you'd turn to dust and rubble, leaving only the good bits– the real you. Whether he means it to be or not, his stare is unnerving– it makes your belly tighten and you're the first to look away, to bare your neck to him and he hums– thrilled.

“I’m not mad at you.” He finally says, his voice annoyingly steady as he keeps his eyes on your slowly squirming figure. “Never at you, just… thinking.”

“Of?”

“Your mother.” He replies and you flinch, whipping your head towards him in surprise. He gives you a tight lip grin and stretches for a moment– his legs nearly reach you, his shoes ghosting the tips of your own. “Or her influence, rather. You can never escape that, can you?”

He doesn't look mad anymore– annoyed, maybe, but not mad as he looks at you– he's genuinely curious about you, about your mother, your childhood. It's a warming thought and your lips pull into a soft grin, “No, does that bother you?”

“A little.” He admits in a murmur, he runs another hand over his beard and lets his eyes close for a second before they spring back open and he pats his lap. “C’mere.”

You all but hope into his lap and he grins boyishly at you, his cheek dimpling in mirth as he presses a kiss to your neck, then your cheek. “Mm..” He cups the side of your face, bringing your lips to him, and kisses you slowly– his tongue darts across your lips and you open them with a breathless whimper. He smiles, his gaze darkening before pulling away and it makes you whine, “Leto...”

“It annoys me.” He murmurs, kissing your neck again, “That they refer to you as a snake, they never call you by your name. Never Lady or Duchess Atreides, it's bothersome.” He nips at your skin and you squirm, your hands falling against his chest as his arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer. “It’s disrespectful to you.”

You scoff out a laugh, carding your fingers through his hair coaxing a growl from his throat as he kisses your neck again. “ Disrespectful to you, you mean. Do not act like playing second fiddle to me didn't make you hot under your robes.”

He gives you that same one-shoulder shrug– pulling away to peer at you through his lashes, his face coy. “Should have left you at home.”

“Mhm.” You tease, your fingers slide from his hair to his neck, cupping the base of it to pull him into another brief kiss. “Then you would have to deal with them asking after me. Nosy lot they are–” He smiles at you, his face muddles in amusement and it makes one of your own spring up to your lips, “I am sorry, though, for my mother's reputation. I could send word to her, ask her to be less…. Less..”

“Less snake-like? Less beastly?” He jests and you bat at his chest, frowning despite the mirth in your eyes.

“She's my mother and your mother-in-law, have some class.” Your laugh turns into a giggle as his beard scraps against your neck. He nuzzles close to you, peppering kisses to your skin and you press against his chest in warning when his lips part and his teeth dig into your pulse. “Leto. We'll be home before nightfall and- and…”

You break off into a whine, arching against him as he latches onto your skin, suckling your pulse while one of his hands ghosts up your thigh. “–And, I'll write to my mother. Tell her to lay off the beastliness till you have this situation under wraps. Okay?”

“Okay.” He murmurs, he kisses the mark he worried into your skin and pulls back just slightly– his hand cradling the side of your face. “I’m sorry, it's just…”

“It’s fine.” You dismiss, your lips pull apart– teeth on full display as you smile and you let your voice drop into a coquettish whisper. “Though, if you're really sorry, I suppose you can show me how much once we reach home.”

Leto grins.

#aaaaa this is so good!!!#x reader #duke leto x reader #dune #queue #other people’s writing

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elderfrogboy · 3 months

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Jason Sudeikis and Hannah Waddingham Ted Lasso and Rebecca Welton.

#i love these two sfojosjgoi #Ted Lasso #Rebecca Welton #gif warning

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elderfrogboy · 3 months

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I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you

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elderfrogboy · 4 months

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

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elderfrogboy · 4 months

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