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sunsetuniverse · 14 days
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"There's a power in seeing yourself in another, in resemblance..."
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buckypascal · 5 months
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Bucky Barnes and Scott Lang: an iconic duo
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secret life Ep1, let's go!!
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lunarblazes · 2 years
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listen. listen okay i try not to discourse on this account, i really do, and i try so hard to keep an open mind about the dream team because i used to adore their content and i don’t think they’re bad people, but i’m so serious when i say that this time they’ve actually ruined mcc for me. the behavior they continue to display in these events would have gotten anyone else benched and they don’t seem to be aware of it at all. openly picking a fight in the game chat with a mod as a twenty two year old man and then having the audacity to sarcastically comment about it in the next game to make fun of the choice would have gotten ANYONE else banned and the fact that all three of them have been doing it for TWO STRAIGHT YEARS with no fucking consequences is insane. the only reason they’re still in this event is because they have huge audiences who would be absolutely rabid if they were kicked. i get being an overly competitive person—i am as well, i don’t do well with losing, i’m a perfectionist—but when your competitive spirit actively hinders the mood of people around you or causes you to lash out you need to take a step back and breathe. the fact that dream has been doing this for two years without doing ANY of this or taking responsibility for his comments is astounding. the noxcrew seriously should stage a fucking intervention and reality check these assholes, (not that i’m blaming them for their horrid behavior). the teenagers on orange are doing better and have BEEN doing better at sportsmanlike conduct than these grown ass men for years. fruit is entirely right about dream saying stupid shit in the chat. they are in this event as a privilege not a right and i think it’s time they’re reminded that they’re here on good graces just like everyone else. unbelievable.
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emily-mooon · 3 months
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So honey take me by the hand, and we can sign some papers
Forget the invitations, floral arrangements, and breadmakers!
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aimseytv · 1 year
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there will come a poet, whose weapon is his word he will slay you with his tongue oh lei, oh lai, oh lord
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white-weasel · 3 months
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Thinking about the au where Brit and Mallick become apprentices again and moreso thinking about Dr. Gordon watching all of it unfold.
He sees himself in Brit, professional hotshots, too busy with work to care about other people’s thoughts or feelings. Through their time in their traps they are pushed to realize that there is no weakness in emotion and that relationships built with others can push people to do what they need to, even in life or death situations. They made a connection within the game and that connection changed their entire life.
In Mallick he sees Adam, both men who seemed to be surrounded by people who said they cared, but never actually did. They wanted to escape from life and didn’t realize just how much they truly wanted to live until they were actually faced with death.
And sometimes when he looks at the two of them, Mallick saying something dumb and Brit rolling her eyes but not quite being able to hide the corner of her mouth twitching up, he can see it being him and Adam instead. In his mind, they’re living out the exact same “what if” scenario that Lawrence has been playing out in his mind for years — a scenario that could have been real if only he had kept his promise to Adam
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flowercrowngods · 1 year
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in which i have the steddie&clarkson (wayne/mr clarke) brain worms and decided that teacher student steve should get some help from mr clarke. everyone is soft
🤍 also on ao3
Eddie grabs the massive mug Wayne just filled with coffee and leans against the counter beside him. 
“Have they made any progress at all?” 
Wayne just grunts and takes a sip of his coffee, neither of them taking their eyes off Steve and Scott at the dinner table. “Your boy’s stopped groaning. Guess that counts as progress.” 
Eddie snorts and smiles into his mug. “Oh, that’s definitely progress.” 
They watch as Steve despairs over turning the vague plan of his lesson into a detailed, fleshed out, all things considered version. He gets frequently gets lost in all the possible ways that things could go wrong that he loses track of the golden thread that Mr Clarke keeps reminding him is the most important thing.
“I’m an idiot,” Steve mumbles where he has face planted into the papers and books laid out on the table in front of him. 
“You’re not an idiot, Steve, and you never were. Being overwhelmed is the most natural thing, it happens to the best of us.” Mr Clarke has a hand on Steve’s back and talks in that kind, patient voice that everyone in this house loves so much. “Do you wanna play it through?” 
Steve perks up at that, lifting his head from the paper just barely to look at Mr Clarke. “How do you mean?” 
“Well, you seem to worry that nobody will understand the task. Or be able to follow you. So what do we do then?” 
A frown appears between Steve’s brows and he sits up straighter, looking down at the plan he’s already made. “Try again with different wording?” 
“Exactly!” Mr Clarke says. “Or we look at the way your task is phrased and see if we can already find alternatives, how ‘bout that? Baby steps, sure, but everything stands and falls with your questions and tasks. And when you have the right question, you also know what exactly it is that you want them to find out and tell you. So, for now, why don’t we start with that?” He smiles at Steve and reaches for one of the sheets of paper. “You’ll be an amazing teacher because you already care whether they’ll get it. Believe me, you’ve absolutely got this.” 
Seeing Mr Clarke be so supportive of Steve and never once making him feel stupid or ridiculous for getting overwhelmed warms Eddie’s heart time and time again. He even jokes with Steve that he only ever comes over to spend time with his uncle’s boyfriend instead of Eddie — and the other day he’s overheard the same jab from Wayne directed at Scott. 
“They’re kind of adorable, aren’t they?” Eddie mutters so only Wayne can hear him. When his uncle doesn’t answer, Eddie looks over to find the softest of smiles on his lips, and he can’t help but join. 
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Two hours later, Steve finally has his lesson planned properly and he comes over to Eddie, burying himself in that warm embrace. 
“Hi, professor,” Eddie mumbles and Steve just pokes him in the side with a light chuckle. 
“Asshole.” Burying deeper into Eddie, he lets a beat pass before, “Hi.” 
“You all done?” He brushes kisses to Steve’s head and just holds him. 
“Really fucking done, yeah,” he sighs. “At this point I’m gonna owe Mr Clarke my entire teaching career.” 
“Not your dashing boyfriend and his sanity-saving hugs?” 
“Sure,” Steve laughs lightly. “That, too.” 
They stay there for another while, holding onto each other, an exhausted Steve recharging before he’s ready to resurface. 
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In the living room area, Wayne places a mug of steaming coffee in front of Scott. “For your troubles.” 
Scott’s laugh is like music to his ears and his smile lights up the whole room as he gratefully reaches for the mug. It’s one of the greatest gifts, Wayne thinks, the way Scott reacts to his remarks. Delight where there should be wariness, gratitude where there should be offence. It’s a gift, really, the way he just lets Wayne be himself and learned to understand, to appreciate, to… to love. Maybe. 
“You’re an angel,” Scott says before taking a long sip of his coffee. “Though you probably shouldn’t support my caffeine addiction that much.” 
“Probably,” he shrugs, before pointedly finishing the rest of his own coffee. “But that’d make me a hypocrite.” 
“Oh, we don’t want that,” Scott nods sagely, smiling into his mug. Wayne can’t look away. His hair is a little rumpled from working with Eddie’s boy for hours, his bow-tie has come off and the first button on his white button-up shirt is undone. His eyes are closed, the mug of coffee right under his nose so he can inhale greedily. He looks like he’s right at home. 
It does something with Wayne that he never really expected to be feeling. But he does. What does one do with such emotions? 
He carefully places his hand in Scott’s hair and combs it into the right direction so it won’t stick out anymore. If Wayne’s breath hitches when Scott leans into his touch, then that’s his business alone. 
“You need anything else?” he asks quietly, because that’s one thing he can do. Words were never his playing field — it’s, quite frankly, a miracle that he and Eddie are related. But bringing Scott coffee, combing his hair, massaging his shoulders where they’re tense from sitting in the same position all evening? That he can do. Acts of service, Eddie calls it. 
“No, thank you, love,” Scott says quietly before plucking Wayne’s hand from his hair and pulling it to his lips. “I’m perfectly content.” 
@unclewaynemunson it aint much but it's honest work 🤍
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mcybree · 4 months
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Saying dl!pearl didnt do anything wrong as like a joke but the more I talk the more it becomes clear Im not joking
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joron1a-stardustlor · 5 months
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yk what?
Screw it, mobility hcs
Alejandro
Cane user
The robot suit healed most of him but mobility is still strainful so the interns gave him a cane
It was hooked cane and it was quite old
He hated it it was bland,brown,old,short, and uncomfortable.
After All Stars Heather and Alejandro saved up money to get him an actual cane
It was tall and had a fake (but real looking) ruby at the handle, it was brimmed with gold paint at the top edge toward the handle and the bottom edge
It had a custom golden pattern painted on it of a snake and an eel twirling aroung the cane
(For reference, Noah calls alejandro an eel, while heather has been called a snake)
Heather found it stupid
Alejandro loves it
Heather always fetches his cane for him, but sometimes playfully puts it away so Alejandro has no choice but to cling onto her
Heather likes carrying Alejandro around, wether it be on her back, on the shoulder, or princess/bridal style
Whenever he finds out he get playfully angry at heather, but she always gives it back
Heather has to often give massages to alejandro or fetch his medicine
Alejandro alway apologizes for this and feels guilty that heather has to be constantly looking after him
He often pays his respect by making Heather a delicious dinner every night
Heather pretends to hate it, but she likes taking care of him
Heather does feel bad for Alejandro and tries to be the best for him, but will still be mean to him and vice versa
When he accidently sat a table away from Noah and Owen at a fancy resturant, he hit noah where it hurts with his cane
He made sure it hurt
Tyler often visits and hold Alejandros cane while Heather makes some coffee for them
He finds it really cool and always wants to hold it
He likes complimenting alejandro on how tough he is for living like this
Hehe cutie patooties
Scott
again, trauma chair fixed mostly fixed him but not everything
Had nearly died due to loss of blood, and had been taken in by the medical resort on Playa des Losers
Was fully aware of his surrondings, just paralylized
His sister (Alberta) and his Papi took care of him
His family is poor and Scott sleeps with a matress on the floor, they were unable to give him any proper medical care other than letting his body heal itself
Once he was allowed out of the chair he just laid there on his mattress not even a singular pillow on it
Alberta was basically stuck to him, hugging him and crying on his chest wondering if he would even be able to make a full recovery, even if he was a bitch to her for most of her life and many other people she missed him
Scott could move around a little bit, whenever his sister cried and hugged him he always attempted to hug her with one arm to thank her
Once he was fully unparilyzed he had to use Leg braces (not the cast looking ones just the strapped ones) over his legs
He became very sensitive to sudden movements,loud noises/areas ,and bright lights
developed such a great fear for water he sprayed himself with a hose to shower and refused to even spill it on himself
His fear of water decreased over time,to the point he allowed himself to swim in pools but not open ocean,but the Galeophobia stuck with him forever
He tries to go someday without his Leg braces but he often just squirms and struggles to walk for a second before collapsing on the floor
Developed the worst sleep schedule, he has nightmares about when Fang attacked him often
Undiagnosed ptsd,depression and paranoia
Sam,Lightning and Brick go out with him often to hangout
Sam always brings candy incase he feels like jes about to pass out, Lightning and Brick are the huggers and scott brings his headphones to listen to music if it gets too loud
They take good care of Scott and try to make sure he lives happy
(Everyone in that friend group is mentally ill
Team dude >>>>>
Cameron
Occasional wheelchair user
Had a leg deficiancy as a kid and had to use a wheel chair for most of his childhood
He had to drink milk and take a lot of medicine to cure him of this when he was 13
Near death moment due to an accidental overdose but lived and made a full recovery
Diagnosed autism, he fixates on science,math,chemistry,robotics,etc and socially awkard,doesnt understand social norms and introverted cmon
Doctors office was basically his second home, visited about twice a month
He has other physical restraints that have physical activity be a difficulty for him
At the All Shits Finale after he had boulders dumped on him he was in the same wheelchair he had as a kid
He didnt grow much in height so it still fit him
For anyone wondering;
He had it customized for himself with a neck pillow, joystick and had painted parts of it red
Him,Gwen,Zoey and mike helped decorate it more with stickers,more paint and a small attached photograph of the four in a small slip
Huuurhfsggg them <33
Edit: pls speak ur mind in the rbs, id love to see if you have more or what you think about these hc :]
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sawvhs · 1 year
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seriously doubt adam or lawrence had any close/trusted friends which just makes their relationship in the bathroom that much more weirdly emotionally charged. codependency bait to the max
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kitnita · 2 months
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dallasstars: there will be signs 😂
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ivan-fyodorovich-k · 6 months
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I only knew four other people who had read or seen Scott Pilgrim and consequently I missed that apparently this film--featuring a thoroughly whatever dude ending up with, let's be honest with ourselves, a bog standard "scene" girl--somehow has caused unimaginable human suffering
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ghost-duck0 · 1 month
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In the og x-men show when Jean “died” Scott mourned by going to the orphanage he grew up in and saving a bunch of orphan kids from a corrupt politician, and almost kisses his childhood friend for some reason?
Now in X-Men 97 when Rouge loses Gambit she mourns by going on a rampage across the United States, trashing Captain America, and dropping a man from a building and I support her 100%, go girl boss go!
(Though I think rouge and everyone else in this show need better coping mechanisms)
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vivianquill · 7 months
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Tango hadn't had this much physical contact with another mer since he'd gotten separated from his pod.
He was pinned against the cold wall of the pool, Jimmy pressed against him and holding him pinned. Everything was just too much, at the moment. He squeezed his eyes shut, just focused on the water pumping over his gills as his heartrate started to finally slow down.
Okay, back up a bit, how did Tango manage to get himself in this situation?
In all truth, he wasn't entirely sure. He'd been swimming around the pool, trying to get used to the way his ripped fins changed his maneuverability, going as fast as he dared in the enclosed space-- probably faster than was advisable.
It was an anxious tick of his, pacing back and forth when he was attempting to work something out. It helped when the problem was something he could inspect with his hands and where another perspective was incredibly helpful. Not so much when the danger was unseen, unheard, and completely out of his control. At least he could pace, here, rather than being stuck in an empty tidepool not much bigger than two body lengths across.
He'd been talking out loud to himself-- just gibberish, really, thinking out loud as he worked the stiffness out of his muscles. Anything to distract from the eerie quiet. The water being this quiet never meant anything good. He was going to go insane if he had to sit here in silence, just waiting to be ambushed. And him being loud wasn't helping. the sorts of predators that made the sea go quiet were the ones you needed to be quiet to avoid.
He felt like he was going mad anyway. There weren't any predators here, not the type that sound would do anything more to attract. But he simply couldn't bring himself to shut up. It was easier to just keep chattering away to himself, because then maybe he would actually have somewhere to point the pent-up jittery sort of borderline panic that was making his scales itch. Maybe then there would be a physical threat to sink his fangs into, instead of this growing dread and certainty that his pod was dead again.
He'd lost his first pod to a silence like this.
Tango hated silence.
It only took a half a second of distraction for Tango to lose focus on his careful balance of speed and water pressure and the way his fins dragged to slow him down for the turn and-- there was movement, something was above the water.
Thwack--
Well, that hurt. Tango shook his head, at least he'd had the awareness to twist, hitting the wall with his back instead of with his head or shoulder or anything that would've snapped with the wrong amount of pressure.
Then there were bodies in the water, humans surrounding him where he lay on the shallow bottom, a mer circling around behind him for the kill--
It was a split-second decision, and a lucky glance of blond hair versus blue that let him tackle the human into the water and take him hostage.
The other two had gills, but this one didn't.
Once he had his back to the wall and the held in front of him like a shield, the other two kept their distance.
It was Jimmy, the mer he'd yelled at before, and the blue-haired half-thing that'd helped steal Tango and maybe-kill Impulse.
The human he was holding hostage was the one who'd maybe-killed Impulse. In that moment, he was incredibly tempted to bleed the human out right here and now. He was a threat.
"Woah-- woah!! just calm down. we can talk about this, right?" Jimmy had his hands out in a placating gesture, "Just-- let Martyn go, alright? He's done nothing to hurt you, mate--"
"Oh? Why don't you ask him about what happened to my human?" Tango snapped, tightening his grip.
"Don't--! You're gonna hurt him--" Jimmy pinned his fins back in a show of submission, backing off.
But the other one was trying to edge around to the side of him. Tango bared his fangs in response, twisting to face him too, "You stay right there-- don't come any closer--"
The half-thing put up his hands, "Let him go, we're not goin-ta hurt you."
"Tell that to the human you killed--" Tango snarled, flaring his fins in threat, "You killed my human, it's only fair that I get to kill yours."
"Killed--" Jimmy twisted to look at the half-thing, "Scott, did you guys kill somebody?"
"No. No, we didn't kill him. We put him to sleep, that's all." The half-thing-- Scott-- shook his head, "Let Martyn go before you hurt him."
They-- hadn't killed Impulse? Oh. That changed a couple things. Maybe. If Impulse was okay.
A moment before Tango was going to let the human go, something sharp bit him in the arm.
Tango recoiled with a shout, shoving Martyn away.
He got tackled a moment later by Scott, everything starting to go out of focus.
They were all liars. All three of them. Liars and cheats and Tango wasn't going to let them get away with this--
He snapped at Scott, managing to get at least one or two solid bites in before the half-thing could really react. A moment later, Jimmy slammed into the two of them, knocking Tango's head spinning and taking the opportunity to pull them apart.
Tango twisted in his grip, shrieking in anger as he attempted to get his fangs into Jimmy too. He wasn't able to get around to anywhere he could do any damage. A moment later, Jimmy shoved him against the wall.
And that's how Tango found himself in this situation.
He gave a half-hearted flick of his tail, flexing against Jimmy's grip. Tango didn't really want him to let go, but he didn't want to just-- give up.
"Alright. Listen here, you." Jimmy hissed into his ear, "You need to hold your seahorses and actually listen for once, instead of just fighting us all the time. Now. Are you done? or are you going to keep trying to bite me?"
Tango shuddered, letting himself go limp as he tipped his head towards the wall. His mouth felt thick and clumsy and stuffed full of pebbles as he answered, "I'm done. . ."
"Moon and stars above, was that really so hard?" Jimmy asked, not letting Tango go, but loosening the death grip on his arms.
Everything was fuzzy, like the way it'd been when he first woken up here. Whatever it was that'd bitten him was nasty. Nastier than the time Etho had accidentally gotten Tango with his spines.
Jimmy did eventually let go of Tango, after Scott had gone back up to the surface to check on the human. Tango still had to lean against the wall, though. He didn't like his chances of staying upright with the way everything seemed tipped ever so slightly to the left.
He had to admit that he was sad about Jimmy swimming off to also check on his human after a little while longer. Even though Martyn hadn't actually killed impulse, Tango couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about almost drowning the man.
Sue him for being homesick, but Tango couldn't help but want the other mer around.
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fmajorenthusiast · 10 days
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Some of the things that I would like to see in Rocky Horror sequels plus some headcanons part 2!!!!
● The reveal that Doctor Scott got abducted years ago and knew Riff Raff and Magenta's mother. She was like the first of his adopted children like Brad and Janet are now (she's my big OC for this fandom who's story we honestly don't have time to tell in this post lol. I'll try to remember to talk about her later if yall are interested)
● Janet getting progressively sassier and more confident as it goes on.
● Brad, Janet and Doctor Scott just went back to normal after Rocky Horror happened and it's considered the "night we don't talk about"
● Columbia being the only one who can save the day due to funny circumstances that I don't know yet lol (this one's getting an incorrect quote sometime in the next few days since it reminded me of a funny quote from Game of Thrones (which is a show that I wasnt old enough to watch when it first came out so i had no less than 5 people warn me about how bad the ending was writing wise and good god they were not wrong but it was so genius until then) so keep your eyes open!)
● Drunk Magenta. Just flat out drunk. Bonus points if the scene begins with Riff delightedly running into the room and loudly proclaiming that for the first time in years his sister is drunk. (I headcanon that she holds her alcohol really well.)
● Riff Raff doing karaoke at a karaoke bar (I have no idea how we get to these circumstances) and just... flat out killing it at Bohemian Rhapsody. He nails the high B flat. He also sleeps in the car afterwards later that night.
● Another ending idea in which Riff and Magenta give Doctor Scott a lecture that if for any reason Frank N Furter is to come to life again, he is to either take the shot without any hesitation or lock him in a room, contact them, and let them come and take the shot. (I believe that there can absolutely be a third installment in which Frank escapes)
And those are some more of my thoughts!!!
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