#OH FUCK HE'S HOT

[chocolatemicenwhiskey]

As someone who's been around since the OG Scream (1996) days, I am already calling it on people tumblrsexyman-ing Matthew Lillard as Afton in the FNAF movie. I've been doing it for years.

#fnaf movie #fnaf afton #matthew lillard #i just watched 13 ghosts and was like #oh fuck he's hot

[softiepedrito]

King of my fucking heart

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #pascalispunk #pedro pascal x you #joel miller #the last of us #the mandalorian #pedrito #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #hes so pretty #HE'S SO FUCKING HOT #AND THE LONG HAIR??? #so hawt #OH GAWDDDDD

[mazeyphaedra]

love seeing brennan get rocked so hard in the dome that he has to physically sit back down

#and hold a hand up to his head like he actually got hit #other things i love: emilys cackle. siobhan’s hot purple birds. zac having READ THE FUCKING BOOK #you can SEE the 1d4 psychic damage hit. #dare i say 2d4? #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #d20 #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #uh oh!

[just-null-cult]

i love the more well known characters and all but im pushin them all aside to focus on those in the back. i love background characters so fucking much. ino..... ino come back..

#ino takuma #takuma ino #jjk #jjk fanart #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanart #ino x reader #ino takuma x reader #<- ? #assume everyone i draw is in love w you #ino.. ino save me.. save me ino........ #btw what i meant by 'different kind of thief' is that he gives off that vibe that you wanna spoil him so he takes your money #hes so cute what the fuck.. #also yes hes being carried bc when yuji caught him my first thouhgt was 'that shouldve been me' #oh and the bandages are bc he got his face beat by hot dude guy #ino without his beanie is a god sent.. what is this

[bruciemilf]

Kinda really want an AU where Krypton survived and Clark still came to Earth, and the Justice League is established.

Naturally, everyone wants a smiling, helpful, God Made Man on their team. But it's safe to say Batman isn't everyone. Not when he knows sunshine both burns and heals.

Regardless, he can't deny Clark is a huge help (literally. The guy always has to slightly bend down when talking to him, and that beard frames a starshine smile too well, and why is he smiling around Bruce for? No one's happy around Batman)

"Thank you for your help. But we're not looking to expand the team at this time, --"

Surprise is clear and concise on those baby blue eyes. It makes Bruce bite the inside of his cheek. " Team? Oh no no, I'm trying to court you! Do they not have mating rituals on earth?"

Bruce does the mature thing and vanishes with a smoke bomb. Only slighting tripping over his cape.

#clark: :00 where did mate go! oh bruce you and your tag games!!!! #bruce: no you dont get it you like batman! #clark: oh i know you're bruce wayne! you always say ' hm. yummy' unded your breath when you drink tea. its the cutest thing #bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #superbat #clark kent #batman #bruce x clark #krypton survives au #also its black suit superman. for no other reason than it fucks and hes hot

[emedeme]

When the relentless flirt is faced with raw honesty.

--

[previously on this]

#hades and persephone #greek mythology #hades #persephone #comic strip #long post #from the creators of 'he realised he's in love and he fucked up' #now enjoy 'she realised oh no he's hot' #*confetti!!* #alsn

[bizarreandjarring]

harrier if you didn’t want this to be romantic why did you wear your most boobylicious shirt ???

#answer the question harry #shoutout to alex brainrotdotorg for helping me with the dialogue options :3 #i haven’t been that active so i’m just like *drops this like a hot potato and runs from the room* #i think i’d pick 3 or 5 #man i STRUGGLED with this piece #i literally went to outback steakhouse and got a bloomin onion with a friend as research for this #i tried like 5 different versions before i got a drawing i didn’t despise #it’s been an uphill battle making this stupid fucking comic #i’m gonna cry myself to sleep now #my art #disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #oh also kim is drinking a dr pepper and harry is drinking a fancy juice. in case you were wondering #he loves juice. he’s just like me

[medicalunprofessional]

dump of some recent scribbles

ibispaint ui jumpscare

#psychonauts #trainofthought #sasha nein #caligosto loboto #crispin whytehead #(WITH A KNIFE. HE HAS A KNIFE. angerous) #holy bajeezus is that the milkman #hes fuckin grilling…… #the milkman #<— actualyl rlly proudnpf thay doodle…. #i loboto allowed to slay... oh lord. #im soo fucking hungry #its so hot over here i hate north carolina #also listen to kraftwerk thx

[hotchbabygirl]

Looking handsome and hot while sitting in the Sex Red Chair. 🔥

#yes that’s THE SEX CHAIR #and I wanna fuck him in that chair 😏 #he just looks so hot and powerful and sooo 😩 #oh to be his good girl sitting on his lap #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #hotch

[minzbins]

CHANGBIN "DLC" Video MAKING FILM

#stray kids #skz #changbin #seo changbin #createskz #bystay #kiwitracks #staytay #usersun #userbeepls #usersa #userlau #meltracks #usersrin #!melstuff #5star #*goes insane and explodes* #he's so fucking hot #like oh mygdofhegiuoweihwooidw #the way he winked?? so rude

[jellyfishhutcherson]

#fnaf movie #fnaf #josh hutcherson #coquette #creamy mami #fanfic #i love men #meow #praise #jesus christ #oh my god #he’s so fine #he’s so #he’s so babygirl #hot as fuck #he’s so ugh #cutie w a bootie #cutie pie #josh futturman #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schimdt x reader #x reader #smut #photoshoot #joshua ryan hutcherson #meowmeow #kitty purrs #on my knees #oiledup #new poets on tumblr

[norman-fucking-reedus]

My eyes are rolling straight into the back of my goddamn skull, toes curling, literally climbing walls, foaming at the mouth, barking, howling, SCREAMING at the top of my lung while literally taking off my motherfucking clothes are you actually KIDDING ME 👁️👁️

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl x female reader #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #twd #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion smut #twd daryl #norman fucking reedus #norman reedus #oh wow #hes so babygirl #hes so fine #hes so hot #hes so beautiful

[tiddygame]

i’ve stared at this for so long that i now hate it and think ive lost all concept of how to write so take this and get it out of my google docs

the introduction is rough and the medical depictions (and accuracy/realism) could use some (a lot of) work but whatever! here it is, my vague yet still oddly specific idea of how the face reveal would go in @myriadblvck ’s streamer au:

tw: description of a panic attack? i think?

[this takes place post first irl meet but before they’re officially together]

imagine ghost has a glasgow smile but on one side they carved a little too deep and left some nerve damage. time and surgery helped, after which he could eat unimpeded and talk without a lisp, but there's still some facial nerve damage and/or skin contractures from scarring, specifically around the corner of his mouth.

now, everytime he smiles, be it shit eating grin or a full genuine joy filled smile that not even grumpy mcgrumperson could hold off, it always looks wrong because one corner doesn't raise fully like the other.

everything else is fine, there isn’t any facial paralysis, he just smiles… wrong. especially since only one eye properly squints when he smiles, giving him the look of someone who got stuck mid wink.

if he wants to look “normal” (or as normal as he could get it) he has to manually squint his other eye. still, it always felt weird; you don't realize how much those muscles affect the rest of your face until they're gone.

it's why he learned to always wear the mask.

when his expression is neutral, you don’t really notice it. if you can see his mouth when he talks however, it’s obvious that there’s something wrong. he wouldn’t say he’s necessarily ashamed of the scars and damage itself, but it’s the stares that are the worst. before he started hiding behind it, people would openly gawk or even glare at him as if he was some ne’er-do-well gang member that got what was coming to him.

he still remembers the cosmetic surgeon that had been talking to him about fixing the contractures— the whole appointment was a fucking nightmare. the cuts had healed nicely enough especially considering how bad it could have been; he was lucky to only need a little cosmetic help. the only reason he was there was so he could fucking eat food without struggling to open his mouth.

the doctor spent god knows how long breaking down everything wrong with his face like he was a fucking car mechanic lying about how dirty your filter is. the guy constantly mentioned that while he was under, they could also fix his jawline, do a rhinoplasty, trying to break him down to agree to more work.

he was already fuming my the time the doc brought up how kids would react. asking ghost if he wanted to scare children since “you cant expect the little youngins that are still learning about the world to not get scared by something scary,” and that “even some adults would cringe at the scarring.”

what stuck out most was the condescending smile he had when he said it. as if he was pointing out the obvious and ghost was being stupid and shortsighted by not agreeing.

he declined everything except what was medically necessary. the procedure went fine and after an aggravatingly long recovery period, he could eat solid foods again without issue. but the comments still stuck with him.

…okay, maybe he’s a little ashamed.

scaring kids with your face doesn’t feel good and being reminded of everything you’ve lost when you try to smile can really fuck you up in a way words fail to describe.

so yeah, he hates it. he’s gotten used to the mask, both skull clad balaclava and simple medical mask, being a permanent layer of armor. even now that he’s a bit more comfortable in his own skin it still feels wrong to pull it off.

when he gets close to soap, it still feels like a layer of vulnerability that he’ll never be prepared for.

the first time he let soap see his face, there hadn’t been any grandiose build up, no extravagant planning.

simon had arrived just a few hours earlier. he hated commercial flights with a burning passion but it was always worth it to see johnny.

with soaps twin out of town for the week, he had decided to take leave to spend time with his friend, a friend that he most certainly did NOT have a crush on (a disclaimer roach and gaz heard everytime they started snickering over ghost taking leave.)

johnny had cooked something nice and simple for dinner, saying that simon had spent too long with MREs and deserved real food (ghost only agreed if he was the one washing the dishes, soap had laughed and told him he's not so kind as to let him off the hook for chores).

when they ate, it was always in the living room with johnny taking care to always stay angled away from simon, never trying to catch a glimpse, regardless of how much he wanted to see what was under the mask. the obvious gesture of kindness and respect for his boundaries always left him feeling all weird and fuzzy inside. but, then again, johnny seemed pretty good at triggering that feeling in general.

their finished plates were on the coffee table and johnny was watching whatever dumb movie he had put on. he was pretty sure the man spent more time talking over it and making fun of everything than he did actually watching it (it was simon’s favorite way to watch a movie.)

ghost however, was watching soap. thinking.

in the end, it was an impulsive decision made after a strong three seconds of consideration.

“you uhm— you can look by the way,” ghost stared at the can of soda in his hands, immediately regretting the words.

“what?” soap didn’t fully turn, just shifted slightly to hear him better. a simple gesture to show he was listening without turning to face him. it normally made simon happy to see that johnny was more than willing to accommodate for his boundaries. now though it made him feel stupid for robbing johnny of a normal face to face conversation, a normal human interaction, just over his idiotic insecurities.

“my face, you—,” he felt his heart block his airway and tried clearing his throat before continuing, “you can look if you want,” christ he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. why was he getting so fucked up over this?

“are you sure?” he hadn’t turned yet, but ghost could see his pensive expression from here. this should be nothing. realistically, he knew johnny seeing his scars wouldn’t suddenly make him hate him… right?

“yes.”

but it was more than the fear of hatred, wasn’t it? he was scared that johnny would see him. see more than just the scars, see all of the ugly idiosyncrasies and insecurities laid bare. afraid that johnny would see the truth of how unlovable he was.

jesus he was getting so fucking worked up and dramatic over nothing.

ghost didn’t look up. he made an effort to not focus on his peripheral vision. he heard soap turn, heard the intake of breath. the silence was loud only for a second. then, deafening white noise surrounded him, inescapable, suffocating.

fuck.

he didn’t regret giving permission but god did he regret everything else; the stupid scars, the stupid nerve damage, the stupid way he had managed to fall for someone so fucking good like johnny while he was unequivocally unworthy of his love.

stop being so fucking dramatic. you are not together, never have been and never will be. reality was blatant in front of him but it didn’t stop his heart from foolishly hoping.

he heard soap stand and walk closer. saw from where he was still staring a hole in the can his feet step in front of his. saw johnny’s hands raise. he took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and with a great deal of effort didn’t flinch when soaps fingers grazed his cheek.

both of his hands came up to cup his face, holding him and ever so slightly tilting his face up, giving him the chance to pull away. he didn’t. he may be a coward but he wasn’t backing down.

ghost eventually opened his eyes to see soap staring at him with wide eyes. he looked away, staring off to some point on the right. he hated not knowing what soap was thinking.

they stayed there for a while before soap broke the silence, muttering, “i fuckin knew you had freckles.”

it was stupid but it shocked a laugh out of ghost. he meant to drop his head, embarrassed that something so dumb made him laugh, but accidentally just pushed himself further into soaps hands making him blush.

he looked up and saw soap staring even harder than before. the chuckle died in his chest.

“do that again.”

ghost just gave him a confused look.

“smile.”

such a simple request, a one word sentence, but it set his face ablaze. his breath caught in his throat, somewhere around where his heart was still trying to choke him.

…he hadn’t thought it was that bad but soaps reaction indicated otherwise. fuck. was his it that awful? he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. this was stupid. he was stupid.

“simon,” of course, one word from johnny and it felt like he could breathe again.

“please?”

fucking goddamn soap and his stupid fucking puppy dog eyes and the way he has ghost wrapped around his fucking finger without even realizing.

ghost smiled. there was no real mirth, more a grimace than anything else. he just wanted to get this over with.

soap was still staring at him, his thumbs tracing his lips, following scars, drawing imaginary lines between freckles… if he wasn't so terrified it might have felt nice.

“Christ,” ghosts heart cracked more, “you weren't lying when you said you were beautiful.”

ghost huffed a laugh and went back to staring off to the right, the fake smile dropping. of course soap would try to lighten the mood with a joke.

his panic fled as quickly as it had consumed him, now just left sitting in soap's living room, face still cradled in caring hands, resigned to his mistakes.

he felt so tired and johnny's hands felt so inviting.

“i wasn't joking,” soap looked…upset? angry? wait— fuck, what’d he do?

ghost stared back at soap, confused and tired. soaps nails felt the grooves of the scar, catching where the skin was raised and lowered.

“you don't have to lie, soap. im a grown man. I'm not fragile. you don't need to coddle me,” ghost said it like it was a joke, hoping soap would laugh along and that this would all just blow over. that tomorrow morning they could forget this ever happened.

“are you calling me a liar?” soap’s brow furrowed. great. instead, he had managed to make everything worse and piss off soap as well.

ghost took in a deep breath, giving himself another shot at calming things down, “no, I'm not. I think you're lying, but you're not a liar,” he stood and stepped to the side, grabbing their dirty plates and walking them to the kitchen sink, “you just don't want to upset me, it's fine. I get it. you're a nice person but you don't have to lie to spare my feelings.”

“I am not fucking lying!” as per usual, all ghost had managed to do was make things worse. there’s a reason he had decided to stick to the battlefield and give up on domesticity.

“well alright then. agree to disagree,” he turned the kitchen tap and started rinsing the dishes, waiting for the water to heat up. just walk away. end it there. let us forget about this stupid blunder and move on. please just leave it. please, please, please—

“no.”

the force behind it damn near made ghost drop the plate he was holding. he managed to set it in the sink carefully and turned to face soap, who was now in the kitchen as well.

“i— I'm not just gonna fucking— simon,” soap took in a deeper breath and went to continue but ghost was faster.

“johnny,” he interrupted, walking forward with his hands up in a gesture of surrender, approaching slowly.

one last chance to not fuck everything up.

“the fact is they're called deformities for a reason. they're not cute. they're not pretty. they're your body’s way of healing what it can and protecting what it can't. it's not meant to look nice, it's just—”

“bullshit they’re not pretty! says fucking who?” the genuine distress in soap’s voice and force behind his words caught him off guard. “simon—”

he huffed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, pulling slightly at the strands. christ, ghost needs to shut the fuck up. every single time he speaks he just upsets soap more and more.

he needs to retake his hostage negotiations courses. clearly he has forgotten everything about how to diffuse a situation.

johnny takes another second to breathe and collect his thoughts before he speaks.

“simon. I know that— that ‘this’ isn't something that's going to fix itself overnight and I don't expect it to. but, ‘the fact is,’ I think you're pretty.”

ghost opens his mouth to disagree but johnny doesn’t let him.

“no no,” johnny put his hand over simon’s mouth, shocking him into silence. he blinks twice, stupefied.

“i think— no. I know you're pretty. cute even. beautiful is a given but obviously worth mentioning.”

his hand moved to cup simon’s cheek. ghost grabbed his wrist but didn’t stop him, wether it was a warning or encouragement he himself didn’t know.

johnny continued, unperturbed, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right?”

there was a pause and simon realized he wanted an answer.

“johnny-”

“ah ah!” his hand moved back to cover his mouth, grabbing his face and shaking his head back and forth, over accentuating his words, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right? yes or no.”

he stopped shaking him and moved his hand back to simon’s cheek. simon sighed, defeated, “yes. you are right.”

johnny looked smug, “good. and what do you say when i give you a compliment you don’t agree with?”

simon sputtered, “wha— i don't fucking know—”

“nothing! you don’t say anything!” soap looked way too proud of himself and he continued, “or thank you if you feel so inclined.”

“that was a trick question,” simon replied eventually.

johnny thumbed over his scars once more, again tracing them, “sure it was. now go take a shower.”

he patted his cheek twice and walked to the hallway.

“wait,” johnny probably shook the few remaining brain cells out of his head. “this whole conversation ends with you telling me that I stink?”

“yes. rancid,” johnny opened the door to the linen closet. simon was still in the kitchen. the tap was still running.

“no dipshit, do you not remember telling me that commercial planes makes you feel gross?” johnny threw a towel at him, which he caught just in time for johnny to hit him with a bath rag.

ghost had mentioned that… ages ago, he thinks. on facetime with each other, discussing the merits of bathrooms on public transport. he had said that enclosed, crowded spaces like commercial planes or buses made him feel, well, gross. how—or why—did he remember that?

“but… I’m supposed to wash the dishes?” a weak argument against the stubbornness he was faced with but simon had officially lost track of his mind and this conversation.

johnny shot him a weird look as he walked back towards the kitchen sink. simon still hadn’t moved.

“did you think i was being serious earlier?”

“yes???” he felt like he had been given a lobotomy.

johnny decided to take pity on him and explained in a soft voice that felt out of place, “i was being sarcastic. i’m not going to make you wash the dishes, simon.”

“but that was the agreement: you cook and i wash the dishes.”

johnny laughed as if he remembered something funny, “yeah, i lied.”

simon still stood there, trying to figure out if he had a stroke. johnny had been angry, completely pissed at him, but now was letting him off the hook and calling him pretty? what the fuck is happening?

johnny turned him and pushed him towards the hallway. simon could have resisted but his resolve always seems to crumble around johnny mactavish.

“now go shower, you beautiful bastard,” soap grabbed one of the plates out of the sink and started washing it with water that had probably heated ages ago.

ghost walked towards the bathroom, feeling like he was on autopilot, limbs disconnected from his brain. his cheek still felt… odd? weird? tingly?

it felt something from where johnny had grabbed it. ghost thinks… he thinks he likes the feeling, whatever it is.

he needs to sleep.

#ghost: i look like a monster :( #soap: OH NO HES HOT #[also the interaction ghost has with the doctor is based on real life experience both me and other family members have had lmao] #also also it goes w/o saying but this isn’t negative towards cosmetic surgery but rather the cosmetic surgery industry #not pictured: me having a full scale debate w/ myself over tagging the person this is literally for #look i have anxiety alright #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #unreliable narrator #(soap is so fucking in love and ghost is so fucking stupid) #streamer au #streamer! au #streamer! soap #or is it #streamer!soap #god i hate tumblrs tagging system #my writing

[morganbritton132]

Eddie goes live a little before Steve gets home from the last day of school and just ambushes him the moment he walks through the door.

There’s a tussle and Eddie manages to not only get Steve on the ground, but straddles him and pins him. Steve laughs, puts his hands on Eddie’s thighs, and asks in a tone that’s way too flirty for a live-stream, “What’s this about?”

Eddie responds by holding up shaving cream and a razor, “The ‘stache has to go.”

Steve laughs again, but stays perfectly still and allows Eddie to shave his mustache. It’s an oddity intimate moment to be watching on a live-stream.

Especially because after Eddie wipes away the last of the shaving cream, he leans in and kiss him. They stop kissing until Steve’s phone rings twice. He pulls back just enough to check who’s calling and sees a text that says, “Live-stream.”

Eddie’s just like, “Yeah, totally forgot about that” and ends the stream there.

#Eddie: Mu fans will think it’s hilarious if I shave Steve’s car insurance salesman mustache #Eddie wiping away shaving cream: Oh fuck. I forgot how hot he is #fans that are a little disappointed that it stopped there try to figure out who it was that texted Steve #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[natelia-aldelliz]

"So what's his damage," Soap whispers to him as he's floating above Ghost's sleeping form, in the plane on their way to Mexico.

Roach snorts. "Would be faster to tell you what's not broken, honestly. Though I guess his fiancé dying on him was probably the final straw, what convinced him to just... Close off, I guess."

Soap's face contorts in earnest empathy. "Ah shit, sorry," he says. "Did ye know them well?"

Roach just stares at him. From the little he's seen of him in the field, he's extremely competent, smart and resourceful. He's also apparently quite dumb. He's lucky that's exactly the kind of person Roach likes.

He sees the exact moment the realisation hits him, his pretty blue eyes going wide. "Oh, you're the- okay, damn, sorry man."

Roach chuckles. "You should have said 'that's rough, buddy'. It's been five years, I've accepted my fate. I'd just... Like for him to do the same."

Soap hums. "It's a complicated issue," he whispers. "But I have to say, most ghosts that haunt their partners like it better when they haven't moved on."

"Why would I want that," Roach frowns. "I want him to be happy. I want him to have friends. I want him to live his life."

Soap smiles.

"I'll have ye know I'm trying really hard to be his friend," he says.

"Don't take it personally when he treats you like an arsehole, it's on purpose, to make you flee and allow him to keep wallowing in his misery."

Soap nods. "Thanks for the tip."

"... You really mean it? You really wanna be his friend?"

Roach finds out right now and then that Soap's smile holds the power of the fucking sun.

"Yeah! He seems really cool and I love making friends."

That's a golden retriever in human form, Roach is sure of it now. A really pretty human form as well. Anyway-

"He's also really hot under his mask." Why did he say that?? Roach tries really hard not to facepalm. The man just met them, it doesn't matter if he knows he's Simon's type (and his), he just wants to be friends, what is he doing... He doesn't even know if he likes men! He can only blame that on the five years he spent without social interaction.

Not that he was that good at social interaction when he was alive, but that's not the point.

Soap sputters for a few seconds, cheeks pinker. That's... Interesting. Damn, he really has a one track mind sometimes...

"Hum, guid tae knaw," Soap says finally, his accent thicker. Is he that flustered? Does that mean Simon has his chances?

If someone had told him years ago that he would be flirting with a co-worker, as a ghost, on behalf of his unaware still living fiancé, he'd have laughed probably.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #ghostsoaproach #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghostroach #soaproach #accidental necromancer soap and ghost roach au #roach : i've assessed that you're a suitable love interest for simon but he's a bit... grumpy... so i'm gonna flirt with you for him #also roach : *falls in love with soap himself* oh no #soap being like 'damn why the fuck is everyone hot'

[front-facing-pokemon]

#this is certainly the most goat looking angle i've ever seen for cobalion #i kinda wish the rest of the swords of justice were relevant in gti. y'know? we only saw virizion and keldeo but we never got to #hear virizion's stories about what the other swords of justice were up to. or even like. about the fact that she is a legendary pokémon #she never talked about it. no one acknowledged it. everyone was just down bad for her with no idea she's a legendary #literally a sword of justice. no “where's cobalion & terrakion” just oh FUCK you're hot #and then she gets a crush on emolga of all pokémon. which‚ fail. he is in love with dunsparce. do not take this from him #i'm so disconnected from the actual canon of pmd at this point i've become so engrossed in my own devised version #with all my own versions of all the characters with real names that just are not anything like their canon counterparts at this point #i've changed pmd so much in my own head that it's like. do i even like pmd anymore #yes. yes i do. my pmd is simply a different version of the same thing that we all love. impossible to like pmd without creating fan content #i firmly believe this. hey why don't i stop talking about unrelated things in cobalion's tags #cobalion