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werenotacoupleyesyouare · 3 months

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Theyre exes. I just know it

I have so many headcanons about these two pls ask me abt them I promise i won’t bite haha (IBITEIBITEIBITERAHHHHH)

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reapersynth · 1 month

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for a moment, we were just creatures in heaven

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daily-hanamura · 7 months

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#p4 #p4g #persona 4 golden #persona 4 #yosuke hanamura #hanamura yosuke #and now you're in couple clothing #funny how that works #not to mention how to definitely do more than just talk (like hugging obv ahem)#but on a serious note “someone to talk to” is so URGHHH because it's so flippant but also #yosukes unwittingly admitting to how lonely he felt before in front if everyone (also bold move with chie and yukiko being right there)#i just think yosuke's feeling at the start of the game were so complicated and yet so much is revealed here #yosukes belief that he couldnt form any connections here. his reluctance in letting them reach out to him even when they wanted to.#his embarrassment over living in the “country” and partaking in their “country ways”#(if you are reading this rn this is your sign to pls read the magiciam manga)#but also here. in this moment. the hopes that he had placed on yu when yu arrived in Inaba #how those hopes were dashed in part but also lived up to in a way beyond yosukes wildest dreams.#GAHHHH #he's good with his queue

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saintbleeding · 1 year

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[ID: Four digital drawings of Martin Blackwood, a fat white man with freckles, ginger hair, and round-framed glasses. The first shows him from the waist up, standing against a wall that shows his height of 5’6”, and he is posing as though for a mug shot. The paper in his hands says “Peter Lukas is a punk bitch”. The second shows him reclining on a bench seat dressed in boxers and a silk robe which is slipping off his shoulder. There is a lollipop in his hand and he smirks off to the side. The third shows him sitting on a chaise in a collared shirt, tie, and suit trousers. His skin looks pale and his hair has dulled to a medium brown. In the last, he is shown from the shoulders up, laughing as he holds a red pen between his thumb and forefinger. The background of the image is mustard yellow with lighter scribbles surrounding each drawing. End ID.]

1) martin blackwood is fat n sexy n these two qualities are inextricably linked

2) yes these are all reffed from harvey guillén’s modelling shots thanks for asking xoxo

#the magnus archives #martinblogging #described #tma #martin blackwood #my #saint draws #bare chest #partial nudity #listen i am so ready to fight about marthins. so ready. lets go #also im starting uni tomo and since i didnt get my chapter done i wanted to post something so. marts. youre welcome #ALSO PLS DONT TAKE THE SIGN SERIOUSLY ITS NOT ACTUAL PLUKAS HATE #JUST A JOKE. XOXO

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chordassinationtechnique · 5 months

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It’s absolutely nuts to me that some people on here are saying that was a filler episode and that it’s slow moving. When so much plot exposition happens each episode and so much character insight.

I think some people forget that not all of us have read novel spoilers and therefore actually need the plot played out lol

#this is honestly so annoying to me #also not everyone holds unhinged US made dramas where there is a new narrative arc every ep as the golden standard lol #pls spare me #the sign the series #the sign #usually i just let this be but this honestly so unreal to me

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revenantghost · 11 months

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Just a heads-up since I know a number of people were waiting for this:

Trigun Stampede’s dub is up on Hulu!

ETA: THERE ARE SUBTITLES FOR THE DUB!!!

#Trigun #Trigun Stampede #Tristamp #VERY curious if this means the dub has subtitles now #Because I'll 500% sign up for a free trial to watch it #Since I NEED subs #If anyone has access pls let me know #I beg #Now I attempt to pass out as the pain is slightly less ow #Very slightly but enough

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kumapillow · 9 months

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Also me feeding on Inuryuu crumbs this chapter ☺️😅

#ryuu remembering senpai even if because of sawatari-sensei lol #and inui already knowing ryuu’s zodiac sign 🥰#even though he’s still in denial ahaha #inuryuu #gakuen babysitters #manga #pls just let me feed on inuryuu crumbs lol #usaida knows senpai is long gone lol

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lovedazai · 2 months

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mai i wonder if your theme will be changed again once you get to this ask djsjjw, but anyways AHH this one is so pretty !! i love the darker colors & pm!dazai hehe <3 also i’m really glad your procedure went well, you are so brave ‘n dazai & i are soso proud !! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) anyways this is my revenge for how sweet your ask to me was >:) + i’m going to try ur recipe the next time i have time to bake !!

“…let’s go home.”

the hospital is exhausting. dazai knew this well enough so he ensured that he always got you home as swiftly as possible. though he wasn’t a doctor, he thinks it’d be much better for you to recover in the safeness and coziness of his arms than back there.

you opened the door, relieved to finally be back, when you noticed a familiar, delicious smell permeate the room.

cookies, no stranger to you. you loved to bake them and dazai loved to snack on them. you even had your own recipe that promised the best cookies to your taste.

however, you were caught off guard despite the common aroma because you hadn’t been home. you walked into the kitchen, the smell of freshly-baked cookies getting stronger.

“osamu? did you bake?”

dazai wasn’t the best cook. he could make basic dishes if he had to, but he preferred your food above all. so he seldom created anything for fun.

but your special recipe on the counter and baking tray of cookies answered the question for you. and you could see the effort that shone through in his baking. they almost looked as perfect as yours.

“i tried making these to celebrate you getting through this,” dazai said from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. “and also because i missed your presence. the kitchen didn’t smell of vanilla or sweetness.” he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“thankfully, i got the place to smell like you! and not like something burned down.”

IT DIDNT CHANGE AGAIN I PROMISE but thank u <33 !! oh my gosh u win this round…i cant believe u wrote this for me erie i adore u (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) i read it over & over all day today & it made me so warm & fuzzy every time. i wish i could hug u so so tightly, ur the biggest sweetheart in the world i swear. u singlehandedly erased all of my pain w this ask !!!! imagining dazai in my apron w a little flour smeared on his cheek :< ugdjsh him trying to bake my recipes when he misses me is my new fav selfship headcanon, i hope u dont mind if i steal it from u but it’s literally all i’ll be able to think ab from now on !! u may have made me teary eyed w this one but THIS ISNT OVER ERIE >:( I’LL GET U BACK

#valentines #signed by erie ⟡₊ ⊹#♡ . . . osamai #pls let me know how the cookies come out if u try them !! <33

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cankersoregirl · 4 months

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Can’t believe it’s only one month into 2024 and we’ve already got the best kbl of the year

#LET THIS BE A SIGN WE’RE IN STORE FOR MORE REALLY SINCERELY GOOD KBLS PLS #GOD THAT WAS FUCKING INCREDIBLE #IM SO EMOTIONAL NOW FUCK #love for love's sake #b.txt

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urlocallesbiabs-reblog-sideblog · 1 year

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the last time reigen let dimple possess him, it was, well, — it felt fucking great, despite everything. standing in the eye of the storm, indestructible, fast, strong, agile, powerful, together; having entrusted him with reigen's useless old little body and gotten a 200% return on the investment! so what if he wanted to feel something at least a little bit like that again, if he missed the crowdedness under his skin? so what if he's been feeling kind of lonely lately, especially when off work, what with mob being busy, and himself not being all too close to tome-chan yet, and not letting himself get all too close to serizawa? so maybe reigen starts letting dimple possess him from time to time, just, casually. most of the time the possessions aren't even justified, but it's not weird if they don't talk about it. dimple enjoys being able to breathe, and says exactly that; reigen enjoys being together, and says nothing of it.

reigen never admits any of his reasons, obviously; neither does dimple admit that he deeply appreciates what reigen does for him. it's just a weird little thing that happens between them, largely unacknowledged, mentioned either not at all or through crude lighthearted jokes, with emotions welling in the whitespace between words.

over time, reigen gets his head out of his ass, and him and serizawa become good friends, best friends, boyfriends, even, and later move in together. the thing with dimple continues to happen because there's no real reason for it to stop, and frankly it's not like they ever discuss that; it just carries on. katsuya's been noticing for quite a while that Something has been happening, but he never felt like it's his place to ask, especially when it seemed so silent — nearly non-existent, despite being very real. well, whatever arataka chooses to do with his free time, right?

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one night katsuya stays out drinking with his school friends a little later than he was expecting, and comes home a little drunker than he was going to. he finds arataka in the kitchen, chopping some vegetables, main lights off and over-the-counter lights dim and amber around his frame; he's so, so pretty, and katsuya hugs him from the back, reaching to try and place a kiss. arataka turns around, his face flashing a wide grin and very bright red cheeks. "oh hi," dimple says. katsuya backs off clumsily, and stammers, "ah, i'm so sorry! i was expecting arataka to be here, but it's you, ah-h-h, this is awkward, again i'm so sorry!"

"no big deal," dimple waves off, and turns back to chopping. "fyi, usually when i'm here, it doesn't mean reigen's not — i don't displace him, yanno? just hanging around in his head, it's like buddy time." he grins again. "right now he isn't, though: i'm just puppeteering the thing. he passed out on the couch waiting for you, and i thought y'all wouldn't appreciate not having shit to eat for breakfast. i'll whip up some stir-fry for tomorrow and dump this back where i found it for a good night's sleep, dw about it"

"ah," katsuya says eloquently, "thank you."

he doesn't leave the kitchen, still — changes positions, getting comfortable, leans on the counter, and watches dimple work. his quick movements, his(?) elegant hands, his concentrated expression, his(?) golden hair, his red cheeks. he looks so handsome like that.

"you look so handsome like this," katsuya says before his brain-to-mouth filter catches up to the rest of him.

dimple puts the knife down and stretches his(? arataka's?) hands out before him, admiring. "it's a beautiful body," he admits. it's not a grin, but smile, softer this time; private, even. "don't tell reigen i said that, but — i really enjoy this; being like this. not just the whole getting to be alive, running around and breathing and eating thing, though of course that too, but also — you know what i mean," he shifts a shoulder up. "possessing anyone is fun, but possessing reigen..." he runs one of his(?) hands down another of his(?) arms, lightly — almost reverently. "it's nice."

katsuya's breath hitches.

he's standing closer than he remembers being. arataka is so pretty like that, in this soft lighting; dimple is so pretty like that, in this soft body.

"i still want to kiss you," katsuya whispers.

dimple's breath, just for a flashing moment, hitches too; he wouldn't admit it. "go ahead," he says, louder than a whisper, but way quieter than his voice.

katsuya does.

it's not chaste and not desperate; gentle-slow and quick-curious, soft, warm, almost exactly the same as every kiss he'd had before, just like this, but so unlike them, and almost tangibly new.

it feels great.

"it feels great," dimple breathes. "it's been a long time, and i've kind of... forgotten what it's like. so i've always wondered how it would feel if i did it."

"you mean, kissing in general, or?..." katsuya makes a terrible, embarrassed pause. "...kissing me?"

dimple shrugs, and turns back to the cutting board again. chop-chop-chop! katsuya stares, maybe a bit dumbly.

***

katsuya wakes up in the middle of the night, slightly less drunk but significantly more disoriented, and stumbles towards bathroom, and gets arataka's phone flashlight shone right into his fucking face (and then quickly towards his feet with a bit-louder-than-necessary apology).

" 'm going to the bathroom", katsuya explains.

"ah, i'm just heading back. samesies moment!" arataka jokes.

katsuya buffers.

"i kissed your boyfriend last night and i'm so sorry!"

"...you are my boyfriend, tsuya," he raises an incredulous brow, and then a hand to brush at katsuya's forehead. "you alright, buddy?.. uh, do you mean you gave me a kiss while i was asleep? if so, it's fine, you shouldn't worry about little things like that-"

"no! i mean kinda yes? agh, i mean dimple-was-posessing-you-while-you-were-asleep-and-i-kissed-him-and-he-kissed-me-back-i'm-so-sorry!"

"ah yea he does that someti- you What? dimple WHAT? wait, did you just call dimple my BOYFRIEND?"

***

the conversation that ensues is horrible. not because anyone's fighting — no one is even angry, unless you count violent bafflement as a subtype of anger — but because a honest, serious, 3-way conversation regarding dimple, gayness, feelings, and gay feelings for dimple, by definition can not be not horrible. arataka takes a smoke break in the middle. (he quit 5 years ago, but a guy needs exceptions). katsuya feels the closest he's ever felt to a heart attack, and that's including all his previous life experiences. dimple grows out a weird little perfunctory foot to tap it in the air.

but they try their best, and they figure things out.

in the end, not much changes; they still don’t talk about too often, but now it feels more like comfortable lack of necessity rather than avoidance; they all just get it. and occasionally, dimple possesses arataka while he kisses katsuya, and oftentimes vice versa.

it's nice.

#mob psycho 100 #vikarambles #reigen arataka #dimple mp100 #serizawa katsuya #ekurei #serirei #ekuserirei #got no interest whatsoever towards ekurei where dimple posseses the guard guy — no hard feelings just doesnt scratch my brain any good way #ekurei where dimple posseses REIGEN though??? ohhh SIGN ME UP for that shit i LOVE ghost romance i LOVE posessions #i LOVE supernatural/mind-bending displays of affection!!! that's the good shit!!!#and EKUSERIREI where dimple posseses either of them?? you mean i can take HAPPY GHOST ROMANCE and add POLYAMORY to it??????#it's like a lethal doze injection of adhd right to the frontal lobe. it makes me feel SO #either way i got half an hour of sleep last night because i was busy writing this. *bows down and keels over* bone apple teeth or w/e #real talk tho if you dont like this Pls do not let me know im a poor sensitive little flower and i'd like to live in peace #also uh #writing #i guess #word count 1.1k rating pg13 jsyk #aint much but honest work

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hella1975 · 1 year

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you ever have a fic get you in such a chokehold you start pacing your room and talking to yourself

#THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN FOR ME SPECIFICALLY #BURN IT ALL DOWN BY DOROTHYCANFLY ON AO3 THIS IS GENUINELY ONE OF MY TOP 5 FICS OF ALL TIME EVER #IT'S GOT THE BEST DABI CHARACTERISATION IVE EVER COME ACROSS IT'S GOT REALLY WELL WRITTEN DABIHAWKS #THAT FITS BOTH OF THEM LIKE THEY'RE MEAN AS HELL ABOUT IT AT FIRST #IT'S GOT STUPIDLY DEVOTED TOUYA-SHOUTO IT'S GOT PROTECTIVE BIG BROTHER TOUYA #IT'S GOT MENTAL ANGST WRITTEN LIKE A DREAM THE WRITING IN GENERAL IS INSANE #IT'S ACTION PACKED BUT DONE WELL SO THAT IT'S NOT TEDIOUS IT'S FUNNY IT'S GOT TWISTS #IT'S KEEPING ME ON MY TOES I NEVER KNOW WHAT'S COMING OR HOW FAR THE AUTHOR IS WILLING TO GO #IVE LITERALLY READ 300K WORDS IN TWO DAYS AT THIS POINT LIKE I AM ABSOLUTELY FINISHING THIS TONIGHT #WHAT THE FUCK EVEN AM I GONNA DO WITH MYSELF AFTER THIS #EVERY NEW THING THAT HAPPENS LITERALLY HAS ME GETTING UP TO PACE ABOUT #I CLOCKED OUT OF MY MUM TELLING ME OFF EARLIER BC I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC #DO U KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS BASO JUST SIGNED MY DEATH WARRANT BUT I DIDNT CARE #losing my goddamn mind respectfully <3 if anyone has read this pls yell with me about it #and if anyone knows mha and wants a fic rec PLEASE let it be this one it's my fav mha fic ever and ive read A LOT #it gets quite smutty in the middle but if that's not ur thing the author tws very well and u can kinda just scroll #so that u still get the important character developments without it being just pure smut lol #god this FIC. holding it in my fucking fist and squeezing the everloving life out of it im going INSANE #i cant remember the last time a fic got me this way im literally giggling about it all #HE FOUND A REASON TO LIVE AGAIN THEY TOOK THIS MANGLED BLOODY BOY AND SAID WE LOVE YOU #YOU ARE GOOD YOU CAN STAY YOU CAN REST NOW WE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU AND HE CHOSE THEM! HE CHOSE THEM!#OVER HIS REVENGE AND HIS RAGE HE CHOSE THEM! IM GOING TO BE VIOLENTLY SICK #like the author LETS DABI BE A CUNT. the first chunk of the fic he's actively not a good person #and his coping mechanisms are shot to shit and we WATCH HIM GROW FROM THAT i have cried several times over the most mundane shit #goddddddddDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDAKSJFJKAGSFIUAHGJKAKG #mha #fic rec

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lovelyunholyc · 2 years

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"here comes trouble," he says, by way of acknowledging your presence.

it's as if he has a sixth sense specifically designed to notice you as soon as you come into view, as soon as you enter any room.

the bell above the door jingles when you enter, and it's as busy as usual at the tail end of the lunch rush, but you hear him over the bustle nonetheless. as if you have a sixth sense of your own, designated to pick out your lover's comfortingly familiar voice above the rest of the noise.

osamu tilts his head down in a poor attempt to conceal the happy little grin that graces his lips at the glimpse of you, the brim of his baseball hat just about covering his eyes from you, but you know he's looking at you, thick lashes fluttering, waiting for you to reach him where he stands off to the side behind the counter, helping his other employees pack orders.

"that's not a very nice way to greet your most loyal customer," you tease, reaching up to nudge his hat back the tiniest bit, just so you can lean in over the counter and give him a quick peck without misplacing it completely. (which you still do, occasionally, when you're too eager for a kiss, and he sure wasn't gonna stop you or slow you down.) he snorts and opens the gate to the divider for you, guiding you in behind the counter with a large, gentle hand on your hip.

"hi, handsome," you greet from just inches away, lips already parted in a giddy smile as you look at him, heart swelling just at seeing his pretty face, the way those gray eyes soften on yours, lips pink and a little bit moist - in preparation to kiss you again, you hope (- you know you'll be right when he tugs you even closer by your belt loops, until your hips are pressed together and you have to fuss with him about getting your work clothes dirty by way of the apron still draped across his broad chest, your cheeks heating furiously at the display you're surely giving his staff and his customers).

osamu leans in and gives you another chaste kiss before he lets you pull the apron off of him and push him towards his tiny back office, where he's already prepared lunch for both of you. there's a small, tender smile on his face when he notices the familiarity you have with his workplace, the thing he's most proud of - and he lets you lead him through the kitchen and storage and the extra-supply-closet-turned office, admiring how you maneuver expertly through all the moving parts of his kitchen, greeting his staff as you go.

you hang his apron up on the coat hook you'd gifted and insisted he install atop the door, and when you turn back to look at him, you're smirking, and he knows he's done for. "what's that smile for?" you cock your head curiously, but he can tell you're faking it, eyes too bright and teasing. you take his hands and lean in close, devilish grin on full display. "you in love with me or something?"

osamu likes to think he's pretty strong. he doesn't play volleyball anymore or train like he used to, but he still tries to be active when his tight schedule allows, and he's confident in his quiet, unassuming strength.

but with you, he thinks he'll always be just a little bit weaker, just a little bit softer, just for you to ply and poke at, because he knows it brings you joy.

"and what if i am?" he says, one thick brow raised, mirroring your lovely, crooked grin as you release one of his hands and reach up to take his hat off.

"i thought i was 'trouble', hm?" you purse your lips, but you can't keep all of your smile in. it spills out at the corners, shines in your eyes.

osamu chuckles, tucks his chin a little shyly when you expose his hat-head, but you only run your fingers through his hair, ruffling it back up and pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, giggling when he wrinkles it on instinct. "ya are, but you're my favorite kind of trouble."

he winks at you, and you can hardly believe it, gasping and lightly pinching his bicep. "you're lucky i'm in love with you, too." you stick your tongue out at him for good measure, and a small-scale tussle ensues when he leans into those few inches separating you and tries to bite at your tongue.

there's only enough room in his tiny office for a desk where he keeps his books, a chair, and a step stool he borrows from the food storage room when you stop by. he graciously offers you his chair every time, and it never fails to make you laugh at seeing such a large man, all broad shoulders and thick muscle, try to find a comfortable position on it while you eat and recount your day so far. and without fail, you always eventually insist on giving him back his chair, migrating to the edge of the desk, and then once more until you're perched comfortably on his lap, enveloped in his warmth, fingers soothing his scalp as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, the day's stresses melting away from his shoulders.

when lunch is over, and your respective work loads can no longer be ignored for the little pocket of intimacy and bliss you've created, you share a longer, deeper kiss, full of promise and the regret of having to pull away and get back to the real world. he always follows it with one, two, three more lingering pecks, as if he can't get enough of you, until you're placing his hat back on his head and reaching blindly for his apron, scolding him half-heartedly (because you can barely get a word out between those sweet kisses, and how each time it makes you laugh a little more, lose a little more breath).

osamu always walks you to the door, always kisses you a final time, on the forehead, likes to watch your eyes close when he presses his lips to your skin, likes the way the smile blooms on your lips, gentle and soft, like a light glowing from within you. it takes his breath away, and he feels lucky to be able to spend so much time with you, even just the little moments like this, loves that you can't seem to get enough of him either. it's become a routine, but much more than that to him, he thinks - a ritual - and he could spend the rest of his life doing it with you.

"and for the record, i'm pretty sure my brother is my most loyal customer," he calls with a knowing smirk when he sends you off this time, just because he likes your kind of trouble, and he doesn't think he'll hear the end of it from you later.

you're already far enough away and short enough on time that all you can do is turn back and huff, yelling empty threats that confuse those walking on the sidewalk alongside you, until he's laughing, clutching at his sides in the doorway of his shop.

osamu always watches you until you disappear from view, smile never fading, already thinking of what he's going to cook for you that night.

p.s. inspired by the song 'keep on loving you' by mat kearney

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kristies-mewis · 7 months

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[kmewis19] 📈📈📈 @gothamfc

#kristie mewis #gotham fc #pls let this be our sign that she'll play 🙏

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nuge · 10 months

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so…did gags third wheel mcdrai last night🤔

#Connor mcdavid #Leon draisaitl #Sam gagner #edmonton oilers #oilers lb #mcdrai #pls sign gags and let him retire as an oiler #also don’t trade him if he does 😩#he’s been through enough as an oiler

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pollyperks · 3 months

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lord all i'm saying is that if you all get trump elected AGAIN you have not progressed your liberal agenda at all and will probably lead to israel wiping gaza off the map so weigh your fucking options

#not happy with the half-assed measures liberals are taking? deal with it AFTER making sure the sociopath isn't back in power #what do you want him to put MORE people on the supreme court? regress civil rights back a few more years? a few more decades?#dude sat back and watched us citizens die of covid without giving a shit you think he's gonna care about a foreign conflict?#not unless he can somehow 'win it'#politics//#if you have the ability and don't go out and vote to prevent trump pls let me know so we can cut ties #signed: a fucking immigrant who has to live with all your stupid ass decisions #okay back to not political blogging i'm sorry i get scared and angry after seeing the mindset on this site sometimes

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liverpool-enjoyer · 6 months

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who would the liverpool players be if they were in mi7

this,,, is from JULY,, i have no idea how on God's green earth i didnt answer this sooner cause i will do ANYTHING to talk abt mission impossible,,, ANYTHING. anywho its been so long anon probly forgot that they sent this 😭😭 this ones for you anon, whoever you are

ok so basically what im gonna do is cast everyone as the characters role in the story rather than the characters themselves. so like for exmaple its like an au of sorts. like im saying trent would be our main man ethan not bc they share personality traits, but bc i could see trent filling out the main character kinda role.

ok so anyway!!! yeah trent is ethan!! look me in the eyes n tell me trent wouldnt have the time of his damn life as an action movie hero. i could totally see him filling out an ethan kinda role. hes still,,, relatively young ig(???) jus like how ethan was in the first movie, which in combination to him being naive led to him being betrayed. n i could see trent doing whatever it takes to get the mission done, so long as no innocents or his fellow imf agents are harmed

now WHO is ethan without ilsa!!! youre gonna hafta hear me out for this one but for ilsa im going w robbo. now HEAR ME OUT as i said this is based less off personality n more on the role they play in the story. n ethan n ilsa are equals, they UNDERSTAND each other. but the MAIN reason i chose robbo as ilsa is bc of my choice for,,,

grace!! grace would be dominik. now i chose this bc in the movie ethan (trent) is forced to choose between the lives of someone hes known n loved for literal years n understands more than he understands himself (ilsa/robbo),,, n some rando he met like five minutes ago (grace/dominik). n he ACTUALLY STRUGGLES TO CHOOSE BETWEEN EM DESPITE THERE BEING A P OBVIOUS ANSWER. now tell me that doesnt work w their lil friendship triangle. also no shade to grace i love her shes a real one but idk what mcq was thinking w that

ok for the rest a the team!!! good ol reliable luther is virgil. this ones simple. bro jus gets the job DONE yknow??? n i could totally see virg n trent having a similar relationship to ethan n luther, w equal parts helping each other out n ragging on each other

oh, my dearly beloved sweet benji,,, when we see him in ghost protocol hes a new field agent, so im going w our lil harvey. hes just starting out, but hes super promising n will surely grow into his own <3 also benjis jus a silly lil guy. n what is harvey if not that

ok i know I KNOW you said lfc players specifically but,,, there are some characters that i feel would work best w players from other teams

my beloved alanna n zola for example i kinda wanna say would be pedri n gavi respectively. yeah the ages are mixed up but why am i lowkey kinda seeing the vision of charasmatic philanthropist/secret arms dealer pedri n everpresently angry/socially awkward brother gavi. it also works that alanna n zola are siblings cause gavi n pedri are literally the same fucking person. im also realizing now that this means dominik would hafta impersonate pedri which is,,, kinda funny

paris would be sergio ramos. bc theyre fucking crazy.

OK LIKE IM ACTUALLY PROUD A THIS BUT IM SO SAD THAT THE ORIGINAL ANON PROBLY WONT SEE IT CAUSE I TOOK SO LONG 😭😭 N I DONT THINK ANY A YALL ARE INTO M:I SO DAMN

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