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sheegons · 25 days
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i feel like you could make one thousand pages of damian angst but still nothing will ever hurt me more than putting these two panels next to each other
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machineryangel · 2 years
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Vasiliki Halastaras
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carentizando · 22 days
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Quando uma pessoa te ama de verdade, ela faz questão da sua presença, da sua companhia e você não precisa lutar por isso, você não precisa pedir pra entrar, ela vai te dar a chave e te convidar. Se você está em um lugar, onde tem que insistir pra estar lá, sugiro que dê meia volta e se retire, esse lugar não é seu. Acredite, quando é pra ser, as coisas fluem e você não precisa pedir e muito menos implorar por isso. Nos lugares certos, você consegue perceber nitidamente a sua importância.
Caren B.
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arrowheadedbitch · 2 months
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Captain Boomerang, ig: Why does superboy have his arm on you like that?
Tim, with Kon's hand on his shoulder, rolling his eyes: Because he thinks I'm gonna try to kill you or whatever
CB: That's ridiculous.
Tim: i know, he thinks he could stop me
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lostbluejayart · 5 months
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In my Spike Spiegel era.
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071318 · 2 years
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renovador · 4 months
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duchesst0mat0 · 10 months
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itscharlie4u · 5 months
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curibawl · 7 months
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Maintenance
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sheegons · 2 months
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if i had a nickel for every time Damian was a vampire that was also a vampire hunter I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
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eoieopda · 8 months
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helloooo! i saw you were taking requests, esp for skz, and i could not resist asking for changbin x reader, please! dealer's choice for genre & whatnot, but maybe with a lil' pining in there somewhere? 🥺💕
order up!! 🥰
the one with changbin and the houseguest
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pairing: seo changbin x gn!reader type: drabble (fluff) au: roommates to ?, mutual pining rating: pg13 wc: 1.5k (oops) summary: there’s a new tenant in your two-bedroom apartment, and it is not on the lease. it is, however, on your ceiling. a/n: just a couple of cowards moonlighting as idiots in love! 💘 ft. a pov switch, a spider, and one of my favorite tropes. 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.
Changbin can’t say he’s used to being ripped awake by the sound of shrieking, but living with you has resulted in him being surprised more often than not, so he tries his best to expect the unexpected.
For what it’s worth, he also tries his best to kick his feet free of his blankets. He fails — flails, more like it — and winds up crashing to the ground with enough force to make his nightstand shake. The army of cups he keeps forgetting to bring to the kitchen wobbles ominously but stays standing.
Even though his body is nowhere near awake enough to handle this level of activity, he peels himself off the ground with shocking speed. Nothing that comes next is graceful. Bleary-eyed, he stumbles towards the door and reaches a fumbling hand out for the knob.
As he jerks it open, he calls out your name. You must not hear it over the thwack of the door hitting the wall, or the cha-ching of your security deposit being forfeited, because he certainly doesn’t hear a response.
“Fuck,” Changbin hisses to no one in particular, picking up the pace.
It dawns on him after nearly kicking your door down that he probably should’ve knocked first, but he’s less worried about finding you indecent than — well, deceased. Thankfully, you’re standing in the corner of your room, fully clothed and fully alive. You’re cowering, though, which he’s not at all a fan of.
Voice still heavy with exhaustion, he asks as urgently as possible, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
All you do is point.
Straight up to the ceiling above your bed, where it’s way too dark for Changbin to spot the problem. He frowns, wondering if he’s blind, pranked, or both.
“Spider,” you finally peep.
And oh god, your voice is a fatal combination of soft and scared. He barely survives his heart squeezing in his chest at the sound. Then, you have the nerve to look at him with your giant eyes shining like that. 
You repeat yourself even more quietly, now even more embarrassed by his silence. “There’s a spider — above my bed.”
Oh.
Oh, no.
Changin would love to be brave for you, but he’s drawn a firm line here, and he’ll be goddamned if he lets eight disgusting legs cross it.
He skirts around the perimeter of your room on tiptoe with his palms pressed flat to the wall, giving the spider a wide berth. He knows exactly how ridiculous he’s being, but doesn’t care. His focus is dedicated solely to grabbing your hand — not thinking about how small it is in his — and pulling you out the door behind him.
When you’re both clear, Changbin all but slams the door shut behind him. His back immediately presses against it, forming a barricade that’s far from necessary. Panicked eyes flick over to find you standing there, now looking more amused than afraid.
You purse your lips together to keep from smiling. You don’t laugh at him, though, and you don’t let go of his hand, either. He’s grateful on both counts.
“What now?” You whisper, gazing pointedly at the room you’re definitely not sleeping in tonight. “If I won’t catch it, and you won’t catch it — what the hell do we do about it?”
“That is her room now.”
He’s dead serious, and yet you giggle so hard that you snort. Your free hand slaps over your mouth to muffle the sound, but it’s too late. He’s already a goner, too endeared to survive.
When you manage to stop laughing, you start pouting. “Do you think it’s laying eggs in my bed?”
“Oh, absolutely.” Changbin responds, earnest. 
The second he says it, he clocks the way your anxious eyes go wide again. 
Nope, hate that. 
Quick to fix it, he fashions a band-aid out of a joke and a wink. “And now our rent is going to skyrocket because there’s gonna be a thousand new tenants on the lease.”
As soon as Changbin rescued you from your bedroom, you knew exactly what would happen next:
You’d move to take up refuge on the couch; and he’d refuse to let you. He’d offer his bed; you’d insist that he didn’t need to lose additional sleep because of you. The entire time, there would be a little voice inside your head praying for an alternative outcome. Some secret third option where you’d wind up together somehow. 
The result you expected — pulling an all-nighter to watch movies in the living room because you’re both too stubborn to cave — wasn’t the one you got.
Instead, you got Changbin glancing you up and down as he assessed you. A shrug when he shared his findings, sans context: “Eh. You’ll fit.”
Before you could demand that he elaborate on that finding, he was circling around behind you. 
Thankfully — for once — he didn’t hoist you off the ground like he usually does. Apparently, he’d learned his lesson after the last time. All it takes to knock sense into someone is an accidental elbow to the skull, it seems.
Unexpectedly, you felt the weight of his tired frame leaning into your back; two palms flattening gently against your shoulder blades. Just like that, he guided you forward towards his bedroom door, as if he was pushing a sled at the gym and not an entire human being. 
Carefully, though. 
Always carefully.
Now, you find yourself on the left side of a bed you’d only ever wondered about sleeping in. Sweatshirt hood pulled up over your hair, blankets pulled up to your chin, shivering. Happy, nonetheless.
Changbin’s eyes are closed — a fact you learned by staring at him in a distinctly normal and platonic way — and his breathing is slow. Even. But then he speaks out of nowhere and shatters the illusion that he’s been asleep since he laid back down.
“D’you want me to close the window?”
He sounds so tired, all groggy and gravelly in a way that makes your stupid heart flutter. Before now, you thought it was his morning voice that was designed to ruin you. His middle-of-the-night voice is especially dangerous, unfortunately for you.
You shake your head, which he can’t see with his eyes still shut.
Duh.
“No,” you reaffirm in a whisper, like disturbing his sleep isn’t a ship that’s long since sailed. 
You don’t say the quiet part out loud: you’ve burdened him with enough of your problems tonight, and you’d rather die than have him make another concession on your behalf.
Changbin likes sleeping in a cold room — you know this — and you will suck it up, even if it kills you.
He cracks one eye open. The second he sees the way you’re bundled up, he chuckles and you swoon a little more. “Why don’t I believe you?”
Probably because I’m lying.
You don’t say anything, you just burrow further into your cocoon to hide your shame.
“Come here, then.”
At this, you balk. “Pardon?”
“You heard me,” he insists. To emphasize his point, he grabs the comforter and pulls it up and away from his chest. “I’m not gonna sleep for shit if you’re over there shaking. You’re not gonna sleep if you keep pretending you’re not cold —”
Honestly, you have no idea why you fight him on this, but you roll your eyes in spite of yourself.
“— So, come here.”
“Fine,” you groan, like this isn’t exactly what you wanted. 
Like he’s the unreasonable one, and not the unfailingly thoughtful person your subconscious keeps shoving into your dreams, unsolicited.
You wiggle over to him like a lovesick little caterpillar, try to keep that certifiably dopey smile off your face when his arms wrap around you and pull you close. Hesitantly, you let your head fall in the crook of his neck. A beat can’t pass before his chin comes down to rest softly on the top of your head.
You peep, “Is this okay?”
He nods, careful not to crush you with that unreal jaw of his. “Perfect,” he mumbles, already half-asleep again.
Another moment crawls by in silence. 
You can’t help yourself.
Why can’t you ever help yourself?
“Changbin?”
You cringe a little, recognizing that you’re an unrepentant pain in the ass. He grunts quietly, which you take as permission to continue. 
“Do you really think it’s laying eggs in my bed?
He sounds stern — he’s trying to be — but the slight twitch of his lips is a dead giveaway. As tired as he is, he’s still smiling. “Go to sleep.”
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carentizando · 18 days
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Se o celular não tocou quando você estava chorando, não atenda quando estiver sorrindo.
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rogerdeakinsdp · 1 year
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Cinematography by: Seamus McGarvey, ASC, BSC The Greatest Showman (2017) Directed by Michael Gracey Aspect Ratio: 2.39 : 1
“Michael [Gracey] already had a very strong visual notion of the film, as he had been working on it for such a long time. He had created a range of digital storyboards and previzualised scenes to sell the idea to the studio. These were quite elaborate and took the visual look away from a photorealistic approach and more into the realms of theatricality, artifice and the magical imagination. They had a sort of handmade quality – the live action was to be blended with old-school, painterly backdrops, and other elements such as miniatures of the Manhattan cityscape.
We didn’t look at any other films about Barnum and his life. Rather we talked about developing a Technicolor-based look to support the artifice. We considered the effect of the two- and three-strip Technicolor process on colour in movies such as An American In Paris (1951, dir. Vincente Minnelli, DP Alfred Gilks), Seven Brides For Seven Brothers (1954, dir. Stanley Donen, DP George J. Folsey) and The Robe (1953, dir. Henry Koster, DP Leon Shamroy). The idea was to take the real and transform it into this vivid, imaginative, magical Technicolor realm.” — Seamus McGarvey, British Cinematographer
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theladybarnes · 1 year
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↳ With Summer finally here, you find yourself wondering what awaits for you. Will you finally find some peace after closing the gate? Can you find a way to figure out how Steve feels about you? Is there a way to get a good tan going from working at the community pool? There’s so much questions that you have to answer. Let’s just ignore the small things. Like the fact that Billy won’t stop acting weird, Dustin has recorded a Russian transmission, and the crazy chemistry that’s sparkling between Steve and his new coworker, Robin Buckley. Should be easy, right? 
A/N: This is a continued story line of adopted cousin!Henderson to keep it open for inclusive purposes. No description will be mention nor will there be use of names. 
RATING: M |  PAIRINGS: Steve x Reader (Friends to Lovers), EX!Billy x Reader  ft. Canon Relationships (s3)  | WC: TBD | WARNINGS: Cursing, Angst, Canon Violence, Slow Burn, Smut***
CHAPTER: ONE *** CHAPTER: TWO CHAPTER: THREE CHAPTER: FOUR CHAPTER: FIVE *** CHAPTER: SIX CHAPTER: SEVEN CHAPTER: EIGHT CHAPTER: NINE CHAPTER: TEN CHAPTER: ELEVEN CHAPTER: TWELVE
UPDATES: COMPLETED
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lostbluejayart · 5 months
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[This piece is a mere abstract interpretation of a conversation between Spike and Niah while the ‘sun’ slowly sets on Mars, which is where the surrounding theme of twilight in their story takes place. Originally in my mind, I would have drawn Niah in a gown with a pink sheer kimono falling off her shoulders, but I decided to go with something casual such as high-waist pants, tank, and a button-down shirt for this variation. ]
It’s a languid, moony scene where Spike walks into her yard to find her lounging on a lawn chair, sipping on some red wine and enjoying the scenery of her garden. She doesn’t appear to realize his presence quite yet, as her mind was lost in the enchantment of a daydream for a while now, making her lose partial focus on reality. But for just a moment, Spike stands still to bask in the quiet scene, eyes half-lidded beneath the shadow of his curly fringes as he watches her swallowed up in touches of red and green, smoke from his cigarette swirling across his vision. Spike can only admire from afar. At a distance. With a heart that aches at the sight of her. A heart full of yearning, tastes bittersweet upon his tongue, like forbidden fruit he desires to take a bite out of for just a measly taste. A simple drop of sweet wine that taints her lips a blushing red.
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