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kdjonesmtb · 6 months
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rausule · 8 months
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Gape v. gaps v. Latynse. Die gehoor het gegaps toe die towenaar die meisie in die helfte sien: staar oopmond, staar verwonderd, staar dom, wys verstommend, ag met ontsag, loer, staar, kyk opgewonde, loer, staar; Rubbernek slang. 2 Na die harde klim het hy na asem gegaps: maak die mond wyd oop, hyg; gaap. 3 Die hemp gaps waar die knop afgekom het: deel, skeur vlieg oop, klief, brei uit, maak wyd oop, sprei uit; eng. gaped as the: stare open-mouthed, stare in wonder, stare stupidly, show aston- ishment, regard with awe, gawk, stare, look excitedly, peer, gaze; Slang rubberneck. 2 he gaped for breath: open the mouth wide, gasp; yawn. 3 The hemp gapes canne off: part, split fly open, cleave, expand, open wide, spread out.
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thethcministry · 9 months
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lee-luca · 5 months
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X-Men: Sharks
Fassbender's Magneto has been described as having a shark-like smile. I have decided that a Blahaj would complete the look.
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valcaine · 1 month
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eat your friends
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muchmossymess · 3 months
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Merlin: uh oh looks like I can't manipulate mansplain manservant my way out of this one
Merlin: manslaughter it is
Arthur: meRLIN NO!
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linkcharacter · 4 months
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gomzdrawfr · 3 months
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it's hard loving yourself
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lotus-pear · 9 months
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never forgiving bones for fucking up this scene
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Bouncer Ghost blurb
Just thought about Ghost as a bouncer
Thinking about how you and your friends would go to the pub/club he’s working at, the large man catching your eye and keeping your attention the second you spot him at the entrance
Bouncer!ghost is big, shoulders broad, towering over everyone, has biceps bulging even through his hoodie as he has arms crossed somehow leisurely over his chest, hands big as paws wrapped around those thick arms, the face-covering and hood pulled up making him no less intimidating
For some reason, bouncer!ghost would have you nervously fishing out your ID, fingers tapping against your upper thigh as his darks eyes flickers from your face and down to your photo
A grunt would be the only thing preceding bouncer!ghost’s eyes falling to yours before he hands your ID back again, and you wouldn’t be able to contain the shiver running down your spine as he cocks his head backwards, directing your group inwards as he retake his previous position
Bouncer!ghost would not leave your mind, no matter your friends trying to entice you with the guys scattered around the place, the memory of the huge man making you scrunch your nose at whoever they pointed towards
Each time you glanced around the space, you would drag out the moment when you looked in the direction of the entrance, indulging in how you could watch bouncer!ghost through the window
And as if the universe hears your debauched thoughts about the man, your friend excuses herself to go for a smoke, an opportunity that you jump at quickly enough your friends are almost shocked
You don’t smoke, yet still you exit the building with your friend, something in your chest fluttering as bouncer!ghost’s gaze meet yours briefly, enough for you to give him a small smile as a formal greeting much like your friend did just second earlier, before moving past him and to the arranged smoking area
With bouncer!ghost in your close vicinity again, the drinks you’ve had suddenly feels a lot stronger as you giggle along with your friend as she lights a cig
As someone else asks your friends for a lighter, you advert your eyes to bouncer!ghost, appreciating the view he offers at the entrance as he talks to two guys who even they need to look up at him, god he’s just so big
You would return back inside with nearly dragging feet once your friend is done, having no reason to remain, but your chest flutters a last time as bouncer!ghost spots you nearing and hauls the door open for you
Your smile would be much timider this time around at his action despite telling yourself it’s nothing but custom, yet as you enter first and look back to talk with your friend, your eyes move over her shoulder to meet the brown ones looking after the two of you, feeding your delusion that maybe, maybe there was another reason behind bouncer!ghost’s action
Less than thirty minutes later, without your friend this time, you excuse yourself from your group, needing some fresh air
You don’t even know why you did it, the air not much fresher due the smokers scattered in the caged-in part of the sidewalk outside the building, or yes you did, your eyes flitting and briefly meeting bouncer!ghost’s as he notes your presence as you angle your body to pass him despite the lack of queue to enter
You exhale heavily once you lean against the building’s facade, stone digging into your back, the smell of smoke less potent with much fewer smokers huddled in the area compared to earlier
You try to make your glance around smooth, but when you look to the left, your eyes briefly connect with the pair of brown eyes already upon you
Something about bouncer!ghost makes a warmth erupt in your body and your attention to hastily flicker away, instinctually to the ground before you catch yourself and try to look to the side at the other people catching a break form the stuffy air inside
“Forgot your fag?” The slightly muffled but clearly deep voice catches you off guard, eyes widening as your attention is pulled to the side, bouncer!ghost now having his mask rolled to the bridg of his nose, cigarette currently being lightened between his lips
“M’no”, you answer makes his eyes flicker side-ways to eye you, releasing a deep exhale of smoke into the air as he drops his hand, pocketing the lighter
“Didn’t think I saw one earlier”, he says before taking another inhale, directing his eyes forwards before surveying the immediate area
“What?”
“Ya didn’t have a smoke earlier, only your friend”. Were you shocked he’d noticed? Yes, you were, as you hadn’t noticed him paying as much attention to you as you’d done him.
“No, not a fan”, you explained.
“Why you here then, ain’t much fresh air?” Did you imagine the tug in his lips? No, the same cockiness making his sentence sound more like a statement than question was evident in his eyes when he looked at you.
It made you mouth fall open, before you pressed your lips together and you gave him a shrug, adverting your eyes.
Through the corner of your eye, you noticed how he crushed the remaining cigarette beneath his booth with a confident grind of his foot, suggesting your lack of answer was enough for him to know why. If he didn’t already.
“Think that’s enough air for now”, you excused yourself at the realisation, hearing a gruff sounding chuckle follow your informal end to your joint presence.
“Know where to find me”. Your head snapped upwards towards him as you turned to move to the entrance, effectively also towards him. His eyes hints at his amusement instead of a smirk as he now had pulled down his mask, but you knew the same quirk of his lips as earlier was hidden beneath it.
You couldn’t help how your eyes widened when he gave you a wink upon having caught your attention, nor how your body set alight as he stepped in front of you, making you look up at him, as he opens the door for you again
Bouncer!ghost would notch his head forward to look at you, and if he didn’t square his shoulders and grow another inch in satisfaction when he saw your flustered state
It felt like you had a searing heat in the back of your head the rest of the evening, your friends not helping as they pestered you about the interaction they’d seen
And those very friends would be the ones who pushed you towards bouncer!ghost when you wrapped up your stay to head to the next place
“Asking me on the clock?” You could bet one of his brows raised beneath that mask of his if his cocky tone was anything to go by when you stepped up to him, your friends not too far away down the street.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes despite the wavering flutter in your chest at the prospect of having bouncer!ghost reject your advance. “Can just say no and tell me to fuck off”.
The bite in you tone after a few more drinks, not nearly to make you drunk but enough to loosen your nerves, apparently amuses bouncer!ghost as he chuckles deeply and takes your phone from you, the device comically smaller in his hands than yours the brief moment he taps the screen. He hands it back locked and with the edge pinched between his forefinger and thumb, so nonchalant in his action.
“Ask your friend to take a picture if you end up on the curb”, it’s mocking, but not mean, having you shoot him a deadpan look that don’t last long as your friends squeals makes your break into a grin.
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revretch · 3 months
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Finally gave in and tried Palworld and wow, it is addictive. The Pal designs are too generic for me to get excited about, but they successfully made me love my Pals as individuals. They're helping!!
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One of my Lamballs keeps wandering into my house and hopping up on the bed, right where I can see it
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Aaaand a high-level mammoth just strode right on through my camp. That's fine, that's ok
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g00se-ars0nist · 2 months
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pov
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sourshoulders · 2 months
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me after hitting deep styro after aiming for deep styro: 😰😰
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months
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Prompt 88
  In a world where every human starts with blood that’s a very bright red, only darkening by one taking another’s life, Tim is very careful. Apparently even using explosions in warehouses and wherever else the league of assassins had set up counted as killing, to his slight horror. He couldn’t let his team know of course, even if they joked about joining him if he turned villain. 
  It was one thing to joke, but if they saw his blood, pitch black and dark enough to nearly swallow the light around it? He really doesn’t want to see the horror or disgust. He isn’t going to let anyone know if he can help it. 
  So it’s a really shitty situation when one of the henchmen of one of the rogues decides to break his nose and about fifty-something people are suddenly very aware of his very high kill count. He has a choice here. And he isn’t entirely sure if he wants to deal with the consequences of either of them. 
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fruitageoforanges · 3 months
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elia martell character of all time because she was playing the game of thrones AND WINNING — survived aerys, set up an alternate court on dragonstone, universally beloved even by most of robert’s anti-targ regime, was probably at least angling to get rid of aerys — but the literal song of ice and fire was being written around her and well. you can’t outrun your inevitable doom.
like. that’s elia’s tragedy, and what makes me so insane about her. she was in the wrong story. she was playing the game of court politics but ended up yoked to 300 years of targaryen collapse and dynastic rot instead. there’s nothing i love more than characters doing their best with the pieces they can see on the board, while the fact slowly dawns on them that the board is in the process of being swallowed by an eldritch monster.
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hyunpic · 5 months
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everything reminds me of him [red lights hyunjin]
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