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kavaleyre · 4 months
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“After 200 years, you can forget how much color there is in the world.”
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spl4tling · 1 year
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the parallel between these panels …
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fujimoto please . i am at my limit
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soupdweller · 7 months
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him✨
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maryhanaae4 · 2 months
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orel holding his son
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nr-s1xxxxxxx · 5 months
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freddi stroma's adaptation of vigilante is such a blorbo i can't even find another word to describe the way i'm feeling towards him
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modjisan · 8 months
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just being normal
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half-bakedboy · 20 days
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for the buck/tommy prompts — “you’re an idiot.” “yeah, but i’m *your* idiot.”
A few months into dating, Evan asks Tommy to a family dinner at Sergeant Grant and Captain Nash’s house. Tommy’s never been nervous when meeting a significant other’s family or friends, but he sure as Hell is terrified to meet Evan’s pseudo-parents. 
You know, the ones Tommy hijacked his own helicopter for because they saved an entire ship of people from being murdered by pirates, blown up, and drowned in the middle of the ocean where they’d probably never be found?
It didn’t matter that he had met them before. How is he supposed to feel normal about meeting two people like that? 
“I can practically hear you spiraling, and I feel like that’s supposed to be my job,” Evan interrupts his, well, spiraling. Tommy turns toward him from the driver’s seat with furrowed eyebrows. 
“I’m meeting your entire family together for the first time. How is this about you again?” Tommy asks. Evan must know he means well because there’s a soft smile on his face and he reaches out to grab Tommy’s hand. If he was a lesser man, they might have been shaking. He feels like he might start when Evan’s face turns more serious. 
“You know I haven’t had the best track record with women…” Evan begins.
Tommy can’t help but interrupt. “Good thing I’m not a woman…”
“Not a woman, I know,” Evan finishes the inside joke with him. He’s running his thumb in soft circles over the back of Tommy’s hand, spelling out words Tommy wishes he could decipher. “You’re different in more ways than that, though.” 
Tommy doesn’t speak even though Evan expects it if the long pause he allows says anything. 
“You might not be part of the 118 right now, but you’re as good as family. You’ve worked side-by-side with Hen and Chim, you were part of the first team that Cap led in L.A., and your friendship with Eddie has only grown since we got together.” Evan sighs. “I’ve always been terrified of not being enough so I’ve pushed people like you away. People who I respect, who I envy, who I wish I could be like so that they can’t replace me.” 
“No one can replace you, Evan,” Tommy inserts, even though he knows he doesn’t have to. Evan knows that, but Tommy will never stop reminding him. 
“No, they can’t,” Evan says confidently. Tommy squeezes his hand with pride. “But that makes this—us—all the more serious to me. You’re sticking around for as long as we’ll have each other, and probably after that.” Evan takes a deep breath and, with vulnerability bursting out of his blue eyes, says, “I guess, this is my way of saying that I want you in this family whether you’re with me or not.” 
Tommy practically melts at the words. It’s what he’s wanted since he first hopped in that helicopter, since before his friendship with Eddie or his relationship with Evan. He’s missed Hen and Howie, and he wants to laugh with their wives about stories from their pasts. He wants to get to know the first Captain he met who deserved to be in his position, and say thank you to the first cop to shake his hand when he finally—and accidentally—came out in a fit of frustration. 
Evan knows exactly how much the sentiment means to him, and to hear him say it out loud, makes emotion swell up in his throat. He knows it’s too soon to talk about forever, but he’s never felt something so close. 
“Plus, if they’re your family, too, they can’t be mad at me for not telling them I was bringing you because the invite was implied.” 
With the moment thoroughly broken, Evan jumps out of the car and runs around to open Tommy’s door. Tommy sighs as he exits, but reaches out to hold Evan’s hand anyways.
“You’re an idiot,” Tommy mutters with a shake of his head. 
There’s so much fondness in the words, that he might as well have said I love you. 
Evan’s grin barely falters, and he kisses Tommy’s cheek quickly but firmly. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” 
It’s not an I love you, too but one day, Tommy thinks it might be. 
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doufupuff · 5 months
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kitkats-and-kittens · 1 month
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I know it will never happen because DC are cowards but the only thing I want from life is to watch Damian grow up and leave vigilantism behind forever.
He was the only one of his siblings who didn’t in someway choose to fight. He didn’t become Robin because he wanted to keep people safe or because no one else was available or because he was watching the hero that he idolised crumble before his eyes. He didn’t see it as magic or some lost connection to his parents or an opportunity to defend people who couldn’t defend themselves.
He’s Robin because it’s what he was told to be. Talia sent him to Bruce to learn from him (and kill Dick I think) but regardless Robin wasn’t necessarily supposed to be a part of that. Damian wanted it to prove his was better than Tim and because he saw being his fathers partner as being the only way to learn from him.
But I kinda want Damian to grow up and realise he doesn’t need to fight anymore. I mean idk how it would go but I think there’s potential for a pretty fucked up angst filled realisation that he died at like 12 years old.
I feel like that’s a good enough reason to stop the whole crime fighting thing.
Me personally, I just want to see him settle down into a civilian lifestyle. Become a doctor or a vet or a zoologist and just live his life.
Also I think the idea of med-student Damian running on coffee and adrenaline a week before finals having like 5 muggers bust into his tiny studio apartment (because this is Gotham and shit happens) just get absolutely floored by a teenager wearing sweats and a hoodie looking like death itself is absolutely hilarious.
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tannnnblogs · 4 months
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guessilllive · 3 months
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Spot the difference!
Just two smol hamsters. Doing hamster shit.
Consistent art style? Don't know her. Wish I did tho.
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renif · 4 months
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i love this guy so much
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the-triggered-lizard · 6 months
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Abandoned, as always.
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(Click for better quality, because Tumblr is quality crusher #1)
A reference to @caitlynnrosespn post about Jack crying during the events of tainted love. That shit broke me, so naturally, I break him even more.
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tedllasso · 7 months
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CHRIS EVANS A MARRIED MAN.
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spirk-trek · 4 months
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am i the only one who knows for a fact spock has a little fish tank in his quarters orrrr
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nanaoise08squad · 6 months
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Just let my brain wander a bit instead of actually working today. I haven't finished the game yet, I'm still very early into act 3 so please no spoilers! Not proofread, just incurable Astarion brain rot:
Do you think that Astarion sits at the large window of the cottage he shares with Tav, the shade casting shadow over the edge of the house just enough for no sunlight to reach him, while he watches them tend the garden each afternoon? A small, adoring smile resting softly on his face as he watches them water the herb garden, the sunlight bathing their features in an ethereal glow he used to be able to see much closer. His gaze is transfixed on every small movement they make, commiting the way the light catches the highlights of their hair and the glow of their skin in its radiance to memory. He remembers how the summer sun brought out the freckles across your nose, how he wishes he would have taken the time to count them all while lying under the midday sun with you. It seems like a lifetime ago that he felt the suns embrace, it's warmpth forbidden to him once again after everything that had transpired. At times, he almost wished that the tadpole hadn't gifted him the ability to walk in the sunlight. To know such freedom and beauty, only to have it taken away again, part of him would always wonder if he'd made the right choice. His smile fades for just a moment as his cold hand brushes against his arm, the lack of warmth all the more present as he reminces about what it felt like to be in the sun.
His gaze had wandered miles away, lost in thought when your laughter brings him back. A giggle ripples through the air as you gently chastize your feline companions and tell them to return inside, shaking your head as you wipe the sweat from your brow. You look back to him, your smile so bright and warm he swears that it rivals the very sun he yearns for so desperately. He would give up a million sunrises just to see you gaze at him so tenderly, one million more days in the sun to hear you call him "love" each night. It was the right decision.... trusting you with his fragile heart was the right decision. You had wandered into his life so unexpectedly, nestled your way into his long cold heart so perfectly...despite his best efforts. This life, cloaked forever in shadows it may be, was worth every struggle it took to be here. Through pain, loss, fear and the demons that haunted him, you never turned your back on him. Love was a mere concept until you came along and wrecked his careful planning....now he'd never been so happy to see his plan fall apart. Despite impossible odds, you have both survived the worst and here you stood. He could hardly believe it some days, thought himself entirely too blessed to wake up beside you each morning. To call you his lover, his equal, the object of all of his desires.
"Are you alright my love?" You ask softly as you make your way inside,setting an armful of herbs for hanging onto the kitchen counter. He looked lost in thought, his mind transfixed on some unspoken puzzle he'd yet to reveal. Even so, he moves to wrap you in his arms quickly, cradling your body with such care as he feels the warmth of the sun still on your skin. He makes a point to hold onto you a little longer than usual today, tucking his head into your shoulder as he breathes in the scent of sun and earth on your skin. He may never walk in the light again, but the world is much less dark with you here in his arms. He leans back slightly, smiling as he sees the freckles he's so found of starting to become more numerous across your nose from the summer sun. His hand cradles your face, thumb caressing gently over your warm cheek as his lips press softly to yours. A small hum bubbling from his chest tickling against your lips as he breaks to gaze into your eyes.
"I am now, darling" he smiles lovingly, stealing a few more kisses before he reluctantly releases you from his arms. His heart will never beat again, but it belongs to you completely, just the same. He vows to show you every day how grateful he is to get to watch you dance happily in the sunshine, each night whisper his devotion to you evermore as he holds you close~
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