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#n I don’t wanna hear
catwouthats · 7 months
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There has to have been at least one person on the creative team for Loki that was like “hey if we do all this, it will look queer. Like very gay.” And they definitely shot that person down with the “not everything has to be gay” and the “we’re just trying to show a strong healthy male friendship! :)”
Bro warned them defo.
They defo didn’t listen.
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maskyartist · 5 months
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I haven't been able to stop thinking about Clay getting stuck in his own head and thinking he's just hallucinating his brothers and Viva when they come to save him. I could see him even cowering away from them when he is finally freed from his prison, because he's so, so convinced that if he tries to touch one of them, his hand will pass through them like a ghost and he'll be thrown back into the reality of still being trapped and dying all alone in that bottle again.
SORRY I HAD TO POST THIS WITH SOMETHIN ALONGSIDE IT SO HERE HAVE BITTERSWEET-
“♫ Just let me take you to a~ ♫”
“♫ Better place~ ♫”
With one, final, harmonized note, the Diamond containers are filled with one final, bright light before they shatter, leaving each brother freed of their cages. Including the one trapped inside for months, who slowly makes his way to the floor.
Clay is transparent, white and cold, his body drained of talent as he hits the ground. Quickly, he’s surrounded by his brothers, panicked and frantic, and Viva, who holds his face with wide, teary eyes.
“Mr. Clay! I did it! I found your brothers, we can bring you home!” She cries, squeezing his cold cheeks before slipping her hands to one of his paws. “Please! Wake up!”
“Please, Clay…” Floyd pleads, attached to his left side next to Bruce, teary eyed and trying desperately not to let them spill. “I haven’t even gotten to hear you say hello…”
“You know you’re stronger then this, Clay, we all know you are.” Bruce mutters, a quiet anguish on his face.
“I-I built the bunker, Clay! Remember? The doodles?” Branch admits in desperation, reaching for his brother’s side with tears of his own barely held back. “There’s a reading corner, just for you. Plenty of books…”
John Dory has his spot next to Branch, taking his brother’s face in his hands, brows furrowed and mouth wobbly. “Clay…Clay, I’m so sorry. I forced you to be someone you weren’t for so long…” He whispers, gently running a thumb across his brother’s fuzzy cheek. “Please… You have to wake up. I need to make this right. You’re my little brother…I love you…”
And yet, all they’re met with…is silence.
Soul crushing, heart breaking-
“Mm…when’d you get sappy…John Dory?”
“CLAY?!”
“MR. CLAY!”
“You’re okay…! HE’S OKAY!”
As the brothers rush for their missing link, as Viva holds tight to Clay’s empty paw, as Poppy stands next to her boyfriend with tears of her own and a smile on her face, Clay blearily blinks away sleep and exhaustion as he stares up at the blurry faces of his brothers, his Queen…
A hiccup escapes him, before shaky arms cover his eyes. He can’t hear the joyous, slightly worried sounds of his name. Reassurance that they’re here, that his family is here again, that he wont be alone anymore.
If this is another dream, then please…
Please don’t wake him up ever again.
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stayclser · 10 months
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Charlie Hunnam + Sydney Sweeney crackship/edit
(you can find my first crackship edit for them here)
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drurrito · 2 years
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Lost
a/n: needed some comfort after 7s tonight.
warnings: suggestive, maybe cursing.
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You drop your bag with an unceremonious ‘thud’, Natasha takes a look at you. Your face and body is littered with cuts, bruises, and turf burn. Your head is low with tired eyes and shoulders caved in so far they might fold under the crushing weight in a blink.
“Oh baby,” Natasha gets up, practically floating over to you.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you try to wave her off but her hands frame your face with such care you stop in your tracks. Your rough palms cup her arms and your thumbs work in circles on her skin.
“Are you okay?” She asks, checking over your body two, three times before you open your mouth to say anything.
“I will be,” you say softly, “just being a sore loser is all.”
Natasha hums in understanding, her fingers travel down to your shoulders. You let out a satisfied grunt when she digs into your aching muscles. Her lips press against your neck and trail up your jaw for a few moments before she kisses your lips sweetly.
“How about you take a shower and I’ll help you unwind? I’ve been told I can be a good distraction,” she grins and you playfully scoff.
“Deal,” you kiss her again before slipping into the bathroom. You let the hot water loosen your taut muscles. Your mind is still stuck on the game. Every missed tackle, flimsy pass and weak run loops in your head.
You step out of the bathroom in some fresh clothes. Natasha is waiting for you in that silk robe she bought on some girl’s night with Maria and Carol. Your mind isn’t fixed on the game anymore.
“Come here,” she tenderly beckons, she can make you do a lot of things by just asking in that tone. You don’t hesitate to meet her halfway and let her take your hand. She pulls you in front of the couch and eases you down. Gently, she lowers herself onto your lap, your brain is still blank.
“Just relax for me, okay?” She whispers in your ear before digging her fingers into your shoulder some more. Your head grows heavy, your eyes do too. Her touch makes you believe in magic.
“You’re so tense, baby.”
“I’m always wound up,” you jokingly mumble.
“I can tell,” she peels off your shirt, exposing your chest. Her hands press into the muscles there and you twitch with a hiss.
“Just breathe,” she tells you, slowly working through the knots under her hands. Your face contorts from the pain. Natasha’s robe falls open and suddenly pain doesn’t exist anymore.
You’re half asleep by the time she’s finished massaging you. She’s just grazing her nails against your scalp when your eyes flutter open.
“Tired?” She feigns innocence, you feel a second wind coming.
“Never,” you grin and pull her closer to you, kissing her bare chest. You stand up with ease and she squeals. You kiss her with a new sense of vigor as you carry her to the bedroom.
You decide losing isn’t all that bad and that you’ll simply try again tomorrow. The game completely fades from your mind when you close the door.
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maiteo · 20 days
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gooners are being embarrassingly loud and you know what that means…
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remturtle · 8 months
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Ciel/Rem || 20 || He/They - Asks Okay 👍
Commissions Open (2/8 slots taken)
REM’s Monster AU Master Post (TBA)
Current OC list:
- Yuu Yamada (He/They) (16) || Monster au ver. 18+
- Yuri Yoshinaga (She/Her) (16)
- Elis Schoenheit (He/Him) (18)
- Maevis Draconia (She/They) (500+)
- Evangeline Hunt (She/They) (17)
- Josiah Armani (He/Him) (18) (wowza!!1!! New OC!!111!!)
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Old Art dump posts:
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nabilfekir · 1 year
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AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE frankly i don’t wanna hear it anymore about psg ruining the transfer market. actually can’t take anyone who says that shit seriously anymore. not while one prem club can run fucking riot spending more than all leagues combined in one fucking winter window never mind nottingham fucking forest buying like 20 players in the summer fuck right off with ur p$g bullkaka and get with the times
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bitchdafuqyousay · 9 months
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i’m so tired
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elliesbelle · 10 months
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Idk if you meant for us to not like y/n in almost like we knew, but i hate y/n 😭😭😭
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA oops
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capricioussun · 11 months
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Genuinely feel apologetic to anyone who comes to my blog after seeing smth non utau related I’ve made and then sees what I’m really like
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(Credits : Liana Hee - Instagram)
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maskyartist · 2 months
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Feel like I should give y’all a reason why I’m not really here much lately,,,,but ngl I don’t got one
Might be kinda mia for a bit ain’t too sure. Ask box’s always ops tho.
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aesthetic-shadows · 2 years
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Shout out to the mod I installed that adds like 200 songs to Diamond City Radio. It malfunctioned and played Atom Bomb Baby on repeat for so long that I’m adding it to my Sole’s lore that he gets incredibly stressed out when that song plays
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waffled-iron · 1 year
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my dad bought this big playpen thing for a rabbit that my cat brought in like a month ago and his gf got upset because it was big and he didn’t tell her about it
he stated his position, she hers, then I did mine which was “it’s really not too big, he can be the one to take it apart and put it together, if there ‘no space’ indoors then there is outside and I can be the one to watch it” bc yk, that’s my opinion and stance on the matter, so I stated it, like they both did. I probably shouldn’t have bc it’s not my place, but my brother did as well. idk man I just regret that ngl
then she went upstairs and I asked my dad if we can go to a park, he said yes, blah blah blah, and then she was silent and angry when she came downstairs
they had a bit of an angry little bit talking about where my dad was going (he was going to get his socks so he can move the car so she can leave and we can go to the park), I angry went outside bc they made me mad for having their stupid arguments around me bc I hate that
then when I came in and he came down gf asked me “do you think my thoughts and feelings matter and should be validated” and I was caught off guard and said “yes but-“ (but don’t rope me into your arguments) and then when I started to tear up and try to leave the room, my dad said don’t leave, but then I did lol
they kept arguing and it made me even more upset so I went outside and sat on a chair
then I went inside to get ice and went to my backyard to look at some moss
2/10, for the love of god please stop arguing around me or I will cry and/or feel violently angry
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pigeonperch · 2 years
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Btw if you draw the turtles as humans (but also just the turtles in general imo) with light eyes that’s whitewashing. Japanese ppl for the most part have black (dark brown) eyes and for Raph n Mikey (who have black VAs), black ppl typically don’t have eyes any lighter than their skin tone. TECHNICALLY you can make an argument for the twins but also if you do I’m like. Kinda sus of why you’d ever do that. Just give them dark eyes
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maiteo · 1 year
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I cringe so bad whenever I see martinez now…like there was a time I wanted him to grow to be our number 1? really?🤢
I hear you fr. the irony of the argies & anyone else foaming at the mouth about “humility & needing to be humbled”
as if that mfing goofy ass looking muppet hasn’t been running around, running his mouth like he has no home training. he really needs to take a seat and tone it down. I completely understand being excited and celebrating such an enormous accomplishment but they are doing entirely. too. much.
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