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Hanta Sero's favorite band is AJR. he has the best taste in music in the class and always gets to pick the music for parties and stuff.

#you can't change my mind #this is canon #sero hanta #my hero academia #mha #hanta sero

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https://nightshade.cs.uchicago.edu/?fbclid=IwAR0VO8ViyIrSDCefAE6XOTIn0ZaHRUx7wZg6eKYRaJdyEUSSjGdSmbDiqoQ

Nightshade is out. If you are a visual artist, please consider using this to protect your work. Different from glaze, this one claimes to poison ai data sets.

Enjoy, my fierce artist kin.

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I’m not exaggerating when I say this post changed my life. Seeing this as a terrified self hating 17 year old was like finding a fresh water lake in the middle of the Sahara.

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i gotta stop explaining my attraction to characters by saying; "you don't understand, he just brutally murdered someone with a knife. how can i not be attracted to him?"

#i said this yesterday to my mom about #keegan p russ #because he's so pretty #and also scary #i need him on another level #smx

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Gods, this was SO GOOD jhsdfjhka!!

please god give me "[ CLING ]: having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder" with astarion and gale.

┊ astarion ancunín + f!tav!reader┊ CLING

His voice is a near shriek — full of irritation.

"What is wrong with you, hm?!"

"Astarion, I am not in the mood—"

"Oh, well pardon me, my dear lady," comes the snarl of a snarked jest as he follows hot on your trail, "Had I known you weren't in the mood, I would simply have kept my mouth shut and let you die!"

"I had it handled!" you fire back, throwing your hands in the starry, night air and very much ignoring the inquisitive looks from the rest of camp. Astarion does not let up, in fact he jogs to follow more closely than before — right on your boot heels.

"He had a knife to your throat!"

"Wouldn't be the first time that's happened!"

"God, you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met—"

You finally reach your tent and slam your pack down on your makeshift vanity. Inside, the stolen wares rattle amongst pinched gold and silver. A few scrolls, a few potions; enough to get you and your rag-tag team through the next few days on the road.

You'd embarked into the town at sundown, with Astarion by your side, to pull a few old tricks. You're not a stranger to the silver-tongued methods of a thief. A few plucked lute strings, a few batted eyes. Usually, it's quick work. But, tonight you'd met a bit of resistance behind the town's tavern.

At the edge of camp, it's darker. The moon is hung half-full in the sky, and you gather your matches lighter to ignite your trusty lamp. However, the moment you move to flick the ignition, there's a hand on yours.

"Will you listen to me?"

"I told you," you huff haughtily, "I'm not in the mood, Astarion—"

Suddenly, he slaps the pack of matches from your hands.

It hits the ground a few feet away.

You look up at him, brow wrinkled in shock and confusion.

"...Rude..."

His face is set in a firm frown. And then, suddenly, he's pulling you into an embrace that is as unpracticed as it is rough. Your arms are cramped to your sides as the vampire presses his face hard into the crook of your shoulder. You can feel him huff, and then soften slightly.

Your attitude melts away.

"Don't do that again," comes a quiet, desperate utterance. You swear it will cling to your throat forever more; the sound of his true intentions, "As much as I hate to admit it, you've grown on me."

Your eyes slip shut. "...I'm sorry."

He scoffs. His nose, cold and delicate, brushes the skin of your throat.

Astarion can feel the thrum of life beneath your skin there; a familiar feeling. His heart pangs in want. He knows your scent best — comforting. Home. Even if you aren't entirely aware of it.

...But, he'll keep that to himself for now.

And maybe forever.

┊ gale dekarios + tav!reader ┊ CLING

It's a long trek back to camp — and by morning, you've never been happier to smell the last embers of a fire that's burnt noon and night.

Morning rays, fresh from the dawn, spill over the horizon as you meander into the camp. There's dew on your boots and blood in your hair. The gash along your side has long since coagulated into a sticky, cold mess; your leathers are drenched in all sorts of gore. Not all your own. Most belonging to the three Gnolls who had attempted to take you along with your hunted prey for the camp's dinner.

You lost the boar, your favorite bow, and a good amount of pride in the scuffle.

The moment you cross the threshold of camp, you can taste the tang of magic in the air.

You know, immediately, that it's Gale.

Perhaps it's your own awareness of the Weave, or a particular tenderness for the Wizard himself, but you feel him before you see him.

And then, it's a crushing embrace.

His toiling is long forgotten the moment he lays eyes on you, in all your brutality, and he can't help but surge forward with enough momentum to nearly knock you both breathless.

"Where the hell have you been? Avernus?" he mutters, one hand moving to gently cradle the back of your head. His palm is warm, radiating already with a healing magic that alights the air with the smell of lavender.

"Met a bit of trouble fetching us dinner—"

"Karlach will have your head," Gale says, leaning back to eye you up and down as a warm sweep of light graces your edges. You feel it, like a touch white-hot against bare skin. Intimate. Caring. Different entirely from Shadowheart's healing entirely, "She has been out all night searching for you — Astarion, too."

"I'm fine," you mutter — pointedly keeping the fact you had been chased up a tree by the aforementioned Gnolls to yourself — hands falling to his waist, "And I'm ruining your robes."

"Hush."

The magic pulses hotly, and you slip your eyes shut at the intrusion. His sternness comes robed in warmth. A safe sort of thing.

Gale pulls away only long enough to plant a kiss on your brow.

AS ALWAYS: prompts are here, the ask box is here.

#astarion x reader #astarion bg3 #astarion imagine #gale dekarios x reader #gale x tav #astarion x tav #gales dekarios imagine #birbs writing

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hello, i’m just here to drop off some of my favorite Nico screencaps from the Lackadaisy pilot <3

@lackadaisycats

#lackadaisy #nico savoy #nicodeme savoy #lackadaisycats #lackadaisy pilot

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Captain Price again. Resting.

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Hi I love you all🖤

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#info

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I think about this every day. 

#the bear #carmy berzatto

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Fic Writer Problems

#writing problems

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JEREMY ALLEN WHITE 2023 | Steven Klein ph. for Vanity Fair’s Hollywood Portfolio

#jeremy allen white

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i’ve passed away and my cause of death is this video

#the bear #jeremy allen white

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From this post > https://www.tumblr.com/lovelyintheory/709288517081219072

#the bear #carmy berzatto

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#nice words

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Sir... 😳😳😳

Headphones highly recommended!

I'm creami- screaming!! 💦

#captain john price #cod

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happy valentine’s day to all of you! but most importantly happy valentine’s day to anyone who feels lonely, sad or disappointed in themselves for not being in a relationship with anyone today.

i want you to know that you’re worthy of love as much as someone who’s with their special person today. you don’t need anyone to feel the love, and even though sometimes it can be hard to feel lonely, love comes in any way: love is your favorite song on repeat, your favorite meal, a beautiful sunset or just you—don’t forget to cherish yourself !! that is the greatest form of love you can feel. to love yourself means much more than you believe. so, treat yourself right, you deserve it !!❣️

#nice words