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#Like It's Nothing
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The fact that A League of Their Own isn't even trending rn is honestly the worst. We lost so much but it seems like no one cares. Queer media just took a huge punch to the gut in the middle of a crowded street and y'all are just passing by.
What the hell guys, we have to DO something. Go rb posts, post your own stuff, rewatch the damn thing, anything except silence. It isn't that hard, and it will do you and the community way more good than just quiet disappointment.
Things can't stay like this, we can't let it, not again.
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dragongirlfangs · 8 months
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"Rachel is the compatible character that's written in relationships with Taylor the least despite their canon interactions even in fics about Taylor x many girls because she's butch and not conventionally pretty so people are superficial and ignore her" send post like throwing a rock at a crowd
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my child!!!!!
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rosstrytobe · 2 years
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*Athena hear someone shot*:"BOBBY!"
*She ran towards Bobby and he was alive*
Like in a famous Buddie scene 👀👀
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justawishaway · 11 months
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"I've got an idea."
Fuck you, Young Leif. Your competence and self assuredness is too attractive, and I want you to fucking stop it.
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Hi! I have a request for your amazing actor au!
I don’t know if you know this but there was a photoshooting with the train to Busan cast where Ma dong seok lifts the actress up in his arm.
Thena and Gil have to do a photoshoot for their upcoming new movie and both of them are just looking amazing. the director ask if Gil can lift Thena up in his arm so they look like a powerful and elegant couple. You can make it a bit playful for example Gil pretending to struggle only to lift her up in one smooth movement suprising everyone how easy it is for him.
Looking forward to read it I’m pretty sure it will be amazing as any other work you have done❤️
Here are both gifs as links so you know what exactly I mean :)
https://images.app.goo.gl/YGX2ZQZi4zFLZiiA8
https://images.app.goo.gl/QVHMo2yynM35thRaA
"Okay, great," the director of photography announced, declaring his satisfaction with this set of shots and being ready to move on to the next.
Thena and Gil both fell away from the stiff poses they were hitting with laughter. Thena shook her head hair out, "where is one of those wind machines when you need one?"
Gil just chuckled, picking up one of the nearest props - a clapper board - and fanning her. "I know what you mean. These lights are brutal."
Thena sighed as the light breeze hit her, "what would I do without you?"
"Hey, this isn't free, y'know."
She laughed, utterly glowing between her actual smile and the lights on them. The shutter clacked a few more times, capturing the moment of her genuine laughter.
"How much longer?" Gil whispered to her as the lights were moved for the next few promo shots.
Thena took the clapper from him, fanning him this time, "I think we have the space for three hours? I imagine it's only been half as long as it's felt like."
"Yeah, I get that sense too," Gil mumbled, tugging at the collar of the clothes they had him in for the promos. It was a nice suit, he had to admit, and it fit his character. But it didn't help him in the comfort department. He looked at her, particularly down at her feet, "how're you doing?"
Thena tilted her head, ever charmed by how caring he was. She had complained about the exceedingly tall heels they had her in only twice now. She thought she was showing admirable restraint, considering how uncomfortable they were. But of course Gil still noticed. "I suppose I can't really complain."
"Well, you could," Gil shrugged, "a little. I don't have to wear them."
"That is true," she pursed her lips at him, earning a laugh from him as a reward. "Seems a little unfair."
"Okay," the DOP spoke up as the lights were settled for their next shots. "We're looking for romantic-lead energy. I want the drama, the tension--I wanna feel how bad you want each other!"
Gil fidgeted with his suit but nodded.
"Get in character if you have to, but we're looking for sexy. So sexy I feel like I'm a voyeur just for takin' the picture--and, go!"
Thena took the advice freely, much more comfortable in the mind of her character for direction like that. When she lifted her eyes Gil also seemed in the mind of his character--the man who had leapt through the wall of a burning building for her (character...her character).
Gil pulled her to him, his hands on the slope of her waist. He was always saying that he didn't want to hold her too tight, startled by the itty-bittiness of her waist in comparison to the surface area of his palm.
Thena inhaled as his hand trailed down until it could settle on top of her hip. It hovered there, his fingers dancing the line that separated the platonic and the quiet yearning of desire. Her eyes flickered up to his.
Gil had a hell of a smoulder. He didn't think he did, but he could get this look in his eye that really made her think he was going to slam her against a wall and just...take her--do anything with her, and to her. And he didn't even know he could look like that!
"Closer!"
They stayed in the moment--in the character of the moment. They were used to having directions shouted at them in the middle of a scene; it was part of their jobs.
"Kiss, but don't!--get in nice and close and then-"
Thena inhaled as his lips hovered around hers.
"And you're being dragged away from each other.
Back to the sultry staring. Thena kept her eyes on him as her fingers trailed down his suit jacket lapel and even dipped under it faintly.
"Okay, got it!"
Thena and Gil fell away from each other again, although this time they were quiet, clearing their throats and brushing off their clothes. Thena instinctively moved to twist around and play with her hair before remembering there were people whose job it was to style it. People who would kill her for messing it up out of a nervous habit.
Gil caught the natural movement as she stopped it, smiling to himself at how cute it was.
"Gil, can you pick her up?"
"What?"
"Y'know," the director motioned vaguely, looking more as if he had never lifted anything in his life. "Pick her up--can you?"
"Uh, well, yeah," Gil stuttered, glancing at Thena fleetingly. "I have for, like, scenes...I guess."
"You guess? Can you or can't you?"
Gil wasn't particularly amused by the line of questioning, or how it was being asked. "I can, but what are you looking for? Do you want me to hold her bridal style or do you want me to fuckin' deadlift her?"
"Okay, okay," the DOP rolled his eyes, although he clearly understood Gil's need to clarify the method. "Well, how 'bout just up on your shoulder? Could be kinda cute, right?"
"Me just," Thena looked at Gil beside her, visibly skeptical, "on his shoulder?"
"Yeah," he waved off her concerns, already looking at the monitor for lighting, "it'll be great. Show off those muscles we're payin' for."
"I don't know," Thena frowned, more at Gil than anyone else.
"What, don't trust him?" he snorted.
Gil frowned, "she doesn't have to do anything she's not comfortable with."
Thena's hand landed on Gil's arm before he could really get into it with the photoshoot director. He would, she had no doubt, if it was in the name of protecting her. She frowned, though, "it's not that. Gil, don't you think all of my weight on one arm will be...too much?"
Gil's eyes travelled over her briefly, in just one smooth swoop from top to bottom. Thena's stomach flipped over itself. "No?"
"Gil," she huffed, crossing her arms. "I know how strong you are--I know better than a lot of people, actually."
Not to make it sound like something it wasn't.
"But on one shoulder?" Thena insisted, staring up at him stubbornly. "You don't have to prove anything to them. And I wouldn't want you to strain yourself--ah!"
Everyone looked over as Thena squeaked, leaning over Gil's head as he scooped her up like it was nothing. He secured his arm behind her knees, shoulder under her backside with a hand on her knee. He kept his back straight, using his legs to do the bulk of the lifting while physics kept her securely in his grip.
"Gil!" Thena squawked, although she quickly learned he was only swaying because of her squirming and stilled herself. She was still leaning over him slightly, one hand clutching at his far shoulder while the other one was gripping his shirt collar.
"How's this?" he asked, really and truly looking unfazed by it.
"Uh," the DOP, and several others in the room, just stared. "Y-Yeah, that's great! Thena, loosen up!"
"Sorry," she murmured, trying to relax her posture while Gil was holding her the way he might have a two-by-four of wood thrown over his shoulder. She twisted herself slightly, angling her hips and her waist and her bust just-so. Her hand gave Gil's shoulder under her a light squeeze, "are you sure I'm not too heavy?"
"Thena, stop worrying about it," Gil chided, although he couldn't quite get his neck twisted enough to look up at her. He gave her thigh a pat with his hand, "you're perfect."
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forbelobog · 6 months
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i'm still not over that wall thing.
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*simply evaporates*
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lostgeekette · 11 months
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I just heard my mom in the bathroom quietly say " I can't stand myself anymore"
What do I do with this information?
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notokayfabe · 2 years
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I Push You Off The Edge
Listen/purchase: MINUTEHAND. GLACIER. BITTERTASTE. by Jack de Quidt
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iturbide · 1 year
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have you heard of the headcanon where you can pet greavard without dying by giving it a togepi friend?
It even comes with adorable fanart
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opiumvampire · 5 months
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fuck w me
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wormy-business · 1 month
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I saw this question posed on tiktok, but I think Tumblr would really enjoy it too.
If a fae creature offered to give one million dollars for a bone FROM YOUR BODY chosen at random, how many bones would you allow them to take?
Light clarifications; The fae is not the one choosing the bones. The bone is taken at random. Each bone, no matter the size or importance, is worth a full million dollars. You must also declare the exact number first, you can't go bone-by-bone. You either say 2 or you say 10, you can't work your way up to a higher number. The bones are removed instantaneously, and the money is given immediately as well. You will not get in government trouble for acquiring the money.
Tell me in the tags/replies how many bones you'd let the fae take. And as always, reblog for bigger sample size.
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caffeinatedopossum · 1 year
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Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with
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m3djed · 5 months
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"he would not fucking say that" but you ever be looking at fanart and suddenly its "he would not fucking have abs"
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ardri-na-bpiteog · 3 months
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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
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muffinlance · 27 days
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My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"
And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."
Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden
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