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Everyones fighting mesnwhile at the lake Eddie is still floating there.
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this is not au canon & very rushed but by fuck did i have a little laugh
bonus:
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esteljune · 1 month
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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish gifs [17/?]
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thirium-drinker · 3 months
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The quick time events in dbh are so funny to me bc here you have this super advanced robot that can calculate your exact moves and dodge bullets but he fucked up and fell off a building bc you pressed the wrong button
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pillsopa · 10 months
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adam oh adam. adam btw. did i say adam already (happy birthday adam parrish)
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brewed-pangolin · 23 days
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Soap MacTavish is 5'10", and Alex Mason is 5'11".
This is a particularly good ratio for you because it intales little strain on your back as you bend over between them while they blissfully fill you from each end.
Pockets Full of Stones Masterlist
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Daytime
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pippin-katz · 25 days
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Allow me to share a thought I had today.
I always talk about what goes through the boys’ minds while they’re filming different types of scenes. What kind of random things pop into their minds while filming? Usually, I’m marveling and gushing over how well they’re able to portray the romance of Alex and Henry’s relationship. How do they act like a couple, in a way that is so similar to their real dynamic, and not get all the feelings confused? It’s incredibly impressive, and I think it’s such an interesting thing to ponder, but a new one occurred to me.
This:
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I just fucking know that they have bloopers from this.
There is not a chance in hell that they didn't breakdown laughing at least once. I mean, geez, you have to stare at your friend for that long and then have a noticeable reaction to how sexy he is. 😳🫣
AND Taylor's back is completely to the camera, so he could make a face or mouth something and we'd never know, but Nicholas would. This is also the sequence after their couch scene that was the scene Matthew directly referred to when he talked about getting them to "shut up and do the scene"; I would be amazed if they didn't laugh.😂
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im-no-jedi · 1 year
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Benni claimed this mission was impossible, and Hunter took that literally 😏
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spookyveggies · 1 year
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And they were NEST-MATES (oh my god they were nest-mates)
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aejeonghae · 1 year
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Wanna do it?
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some hasty Laughingstock ft. butterfly!Howdy for your mild enjoyment...
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in-my-loki-feels · 3 months
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Indianapolis Bones and the Very Annoyed God of Mischief
In this post I proposed the idea of a President Loki + Mobius variant based on Owen's Dr. Indianapolis Bones SNL skit, and then I couldn't stop thinking about it so here's a bit of flash fiction based on that. Enjoy!
ETA: There's now a 4+1 expanded version of this on AO3!
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“It’s such an honor to have you here, sir.”
Since Loki had walked in, the restaurant's manager had been practically falling over himself with praise. He'd nearly wept when Loki handed out "Vote Loki" pins for the staff to wear. The Midgardians were finally treating him as he deserved, even if he wasn't their king...yet.
A woman ran up to whisper something in the manager's ear and he brightened. 
“Your table is ready, sir. Right this way.” 
Loki followed the man deeper into the restaurant, smirking as every head in the place turned to watch him and his collection of black-suited bodyguards. He didn’t need their protection but it amused him to think of humans throwing themselves at other humans at his behest. 
Loki caught the eye of one elegantly dressed woman and winked, causing her to flush prettily. Her date seemed entirely unamused at the “come hither” look she was sending Loki’s way. The only people who didn’t turn to watch Loki’s entrance were a group seated at a long table at the center of the room. They appeared to be in a heated discussion.
The manager paused by a small table next a window with what looked like a decent view of the river, even if Loki found Midgard’s scenery somewhat lacking compared to Asgard. Before Loki could sit, there was a clatter of dishware and both he and the restaurant's manager turned to see the source. 
An extremely nervous-looking waiter had dropped the stack of dishes they were collecting onto a nearby table. Their attention was focused on a different waiter, or at least someone dressed as such, who stood at the far end of the long table, holding a gun. Loki raised an eyebrow. This was an interesting development. 
The waiter with the gun was pointing it at an unassuming man seated at the end of the table. The man’s blonde hair was on the long side and, paired with his beard, gave him an unkempt look in Loki’s opinion. The horrible beige plaid blazer he wore wasn’t helping. 
Loki blinked and suddenly everyone else at the table had a gun out, all pointed at the man, who only smiled in response. Everyone in the dining room seemed to be holding their breath as the man took a brown fedora out from under the table and settled it on his head. 
"Now, now, let's not be too hasty." His voice had a pleasant drawl to it. He held his hands up as he stood slowly. 
“Just give us the map!” snapped one of the women at the table. 
“Sorry, can't do that,” the man replied and winked. He was either incredibly brave or very stupid given the circumstances. 
When the man slowly lowered his hand to his hip, Loki felt a brief spike of excitement. Was he about to witness a bloodbath? Unexpectedly, the man freed a long whip. With two quick cracks, he took out the light on the table and the chandelier overhead, bringing it crashing down and plunging the room into darkness. 
At least two of the guns went off after that, which made Loki roll his eyes. For how frail they were, Midgardians were always so reckless with their weapons.  
“Sir! Get down!” That was one of his men. They knew better than to grab him and simply lunged past, likely intending to tackle and disarm the gun wielders. Loki heard the sound of scuffling and was about to fling up a light—waiting in the dark was tedious—when someone did bump into him. 
“You look important and I'd hate for you to get hurt, so probably best to come along with me.” The easy drawl was recognizable, though the man with the whip sounded slightly winded now. Then he wrapped an arm around Loki's waist and hurried them both away from the sounds of fighting. 
Loki was so stunned at the audacity of being manhandled, he was outside before he fully registered what had happened. He tried to shove the man off but he’d already stepped away. Inexplicably, the man now wore a leather jacket instead of the plaid blazer. Now able to get a better look at the man, Loki was dismayed to find the bright blue eyes and lopsided smile were annoyingly attractive.
“Hey, are those a family heirloom?” the man asked, gesturing to Loki’s golden horns. “They look pretty good for an antique.”
“I beg your pardon?” Loki snapped. “Do you have any idea who I am?!”
“Of course! How could I forget with the horns and all.” The man waved again and a long silence followed his words. Then a huge grin split his face. “Actually, I don't, but hopefully you won’t hold it against me. I’m Indy by the way, short for Indianapolis. My parents were kind of kooky.”
Before Loki had a chance to inform this ridiculous Midgardian that he didn't care what his name was, or what his parents were like, the back door of the restaurant slammed open.
“There he is!” 
It was the diners who’d pulled guns in the restaurant. 
“Oops, gotta go. See you around, friend!” The man—Indy, apparently—clapped a hand to his hat to keep it from flying off and ran into the night. Gunshots rang out in response and the bullets whizzed by Loki, close enough to further annoy him. He gestured at the gaggle of people spilling out of the restaurant and, with a flash of green light, they vanished. Seconds later, Loki's bodyguards came rushing out. 
Loki wasn't impressed by their delay in finding him, but he had something more important to address. 
He pointed at the fleeing man in the fedora. “Find that man—Indianapolis…something—and bring him to me.” 
The people who’d been chasing Indy might have been able to answer his questions, but Loki had sent them elsewhere without giving much thought as to where. As half of the bodyguards took off in pursuit, Loki stalked back inside, followed by the rest. He would get his answers one way or another.
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theshadowrealmitself · 11 months
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I need other people to imagine Spiderman with all his hair everywhere being bright blue and red, with his eyes completely spidery black when he’s not wearing glasses, has venomous fangs, and he has a fit body under the spandex and stuff, like that’s his default way of looking
But when he’s out and about as Peter Parker, he wears the coke bottle thick glasses over brown eyes that can’t see for shit, he dyes his hair brown and has to wear mascara and stuff to make his eyelashes and eyebrows look like normal human colors, he hides his fangs, he wears a ton of layers of loose clothing and slouches to look as much like a weak nerd as possible
And then when he’s out as Spidey, he’ll still wear like a blonde wig over his hair after washing out the brown dye (I like to think he sciences up his own hair dye stuff that shows the color perfectly without killing his hair so it’s still soft and easily washes out with a solution he made for it), and colored contacts, and stuff
And when Nick Fury finally sees him without his stuff, like it was an intense fight with carnage or something and Spidey’s suit is torn and bloody, his wig is gone, cried out the colored contacts awhile ago, his fangs are flashing because of the adrenaline from the attack, he tears off the torn remains of his mask, so Nick Fury whips around aaaaaaannnnnd he still has no idea who Spidey is because that’s not how he walks around as a civilian
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likegoldintheair · 2 days
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i keep thinking about buck's face after he's told by eddie that him liking tommy won't change a thing and eddie's face when buck tells him that he can't stop thinking about tommy and how for a split second they both look so disappointed and almost resigned in a way and i don't think it was a concious thing either by which i mean i definitely do not think either of them went into this conversation hoping to get a love confession out of it but i am fairly sure they both left it feeling a little bit like they missed something hidden somewhere in between the lines
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hayleysstark · 1 year
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Of course we’re in love. That’s why I tried to shoot you. If we were really in love, you wouldn’t have missed.
GONCHAROV (1973) DIR. MARTIN SCORSESE
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sibylsleaves · 13 days
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I feel like we're all (I include myself in this) assuming that Tommy KNOWS Buck is completely new to queerness and kissing men in that scene but like...does he?? Or is it going to be a little bit of a surprise to him when Buck tells him next episode?
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