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bakudekublogblog · 1 month
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i’m obsessed with this panel bc izuku why are you flirting with him during a top secret save the world ofa meeting
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j3w3l-b33tl3 · 2 months
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Dear god ive never wished i had a dick more in my life then yesterday. I had my lover on top of me and was kissing nd licking and biting his neck and they kept making these heavenly little moans and whimpers and sighs jajabsjbsjsb AAAGSGSGGAAAAJAHAHAHGGGG GOOD FUCKING LORDDDD THE WAY I WAS THRUSTING UP MY HIP WISHING I COULD FUCK INTO HIM OR RUT AGAINST THEIR ASS HHHHHHHHHH. In Conclusion i need emergency dick surgery
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feralsteddie · 9 months
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I love punk!Steve because the idea of Eddie Munson frothing at the mouth over the fact that he thinks a punk is that hot is so hilarious. Like Eddie is just always two seconds away from starting shit because he can’t believe this guy can just walk around looking that good and have that shitty of a music taste
Meanwhile Steve is so unbothered and really could not give less of a fuck about the punk v metal war around him. He’s too busy vibing and babysitting and making sure Robin doesn’t actually drool whenever a pretty woman smiles at her. He’s completely unaware that Munson is nearly hyperventilating and being held back by Wayne and Corroded Coffin by the scruff of his neck
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llamagoddessofficial · 4 months
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I love Farmtale Sans a lot. But also, living in the country isn't always sunshine cottagecore magicalness. It can suck. But... here's some unromantic country stuff that I think could actually be very romantic when you're with him.
As mentioned before, the two of you end up spending a lot of time in the car together. The nearest big store is a ways away, after all. On those long drives, the radio often cuts out for long periods of time... it can feel pretty lonely, especially at night. But when you're together, it's alright. You sleep with your head against the passenger window, your coat over you, holding his unoccupied hand through the quiet.
He gets a call in the middle of the night from someone else further into the village that there's a surprise rain shower coming through tomorrow, and they need to move a lot of kit indoors ASAP before it hits. He grumbles, but heads out anyway. ... An hour or so later, in the middle of a dark cold field, he sees your flashlight rushing over to him. You have a flask of steaming soup and a tupperware box with a slice of hot pie inside. Despite your fear of the dark and bugs, you made your way out to him. He feels himself fall in love even harder, and just like that, the task takes half the time.
When your home is as exposed as country houses can get, the wind can be really fucking loud. Especially if your room is on the windward side of the house. It can sound like a train is driving over your bedroom at night. You decide to sleep on the couch, both because you can't sleep and because you're nervous about how loud it is; it's difficult to rest when you can literally hear the roof rattling and the shingles jumping up and down. Sans, even though his room is absolutely fine, opts to join you. He lights the fire and gets comfy with you, then stays awake so you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep. You wake up the next morning snuggled up to his chest.
The weather is horrendous pouring rain, cold and damp and treacherously muddy. But the animals have to be fed regardless of the weather. You both go out into the early morning darkness, feeding the chickens and cows, checking on the crops, making sure nothing is leaking, hands almost frozen. You come home absolutely drenched in a thick mixture of rain and mud. And as much as Papyrus complains, refusing to let either of you past the porch until you strip all your dirty items... he's got hot lunch waiting for you both, dry pyjamas and thick socks hanging up over the stove, warm blankets on the couch. There's nothing like the feeling of sheltering from a tempest in someplace cosy. Even if the power does keep going out.
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kaladinkholins · 3 months
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shoutout to taigen for being the most expressive character in the entire show.
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you will never not know whatever the hell he is feeling or thinking at the moment because he will literally tell you (either very earnestly like when he traumadumps to mizu or very sarcastically which is the other 99% of the time he talks to mizu) or you will see it plain as day on his face.
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this is the textbook definition of a man wearing his heart on his sleeve. look in the dictionary for what a "simple man" means and you will find taigen's face there.
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like once you cut through the massive ego and pompousness he uses to mask his own insecurities and traumas, he is literally just some guy. he's not evil or stupid. not super kind or super smart either. an asshole but not the worst there is. he's incredibly skilled but he's not the strongest ever or even the most skilled. he is literally! just a guy!
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y'all can hate him all you want but let's be real, taigen is actually the most relatable character out of everyone. like this man is POOR, he is PATHETIC, he is COMPLAINING ALL THE TIME, and most of all he is OBSESSED WITH MIZU. if that shit ain't relatable idk what is.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months
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i wanna know more about svsss menopause
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They synced their periods together too well. Now they are synced through their perimenopause years.
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appleleef · 1 year
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second chances
version without the light on his forehead bc im so proud of how I rendered his face
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toasteaa · 15 days
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Horrible, awful habit of running my thumb on my lip when I think. Holding the tip of it between my teeth, letting it rest on the swell of my bottom lip, letting my tongue just barely touch the very tip of it; cannot - will not - stop thinking about Neuvillette fixating on it.
It's nothing significant - it should be nothing significant - but oh. There's something about it. The motion of your thumb running over the deep curve of your bottom lip, up along the crest and pausing on the dip of your cupid's bow, before continuing its path back down to settle back in the middle of your bottom lip; as though it's a pillow for it to rest while you gather your thoughts. The indentation as you push down ever so slightly, just enough to let the tip slide in. It's barely enough to even count as your mouth being open; your lips are too full to let more than the barest hint of teeth show where they're lightly closed around your nail. Your tongue is just barely raised to meet the intrusion. It's almost an invisible action, but he can see the tiniest flicker of movement when your tongue presses against the tip, and it makes something in him ache.
Neuvillette doesn't understand it; how something so innocent, so casual, could send these licks of desire straight through him. How, even though it does not (fully) distract him from the topic at hand, he finds himself following every move with his eyes while you're blissfully unaware. How he wonders if you'd make the same expression if it were his thumb against your lips. Or even, how you'd look if it were something else entirely -
It's not long before he slips up. His hand moves faster than yours, and while he tilts your chin up against his fingers his thumb rests against that curved swell of your lip; he's almost lost in the softness of it. He can feel your surprised gasp through the thin material of his glove along with the startled whisper of his name you let out and - oh, it sends a flame through him. He can't stop himself as he follows that familiar path, feeling the gentle dips that he's traced with his eyes so frequently.
He blinks. His mind catches up with his actions.
"Forgive me," said so calmly, as if Neuvillette's heart wasn't racing in his ears.
Yet he doesn't stop. He lets his thumb continue that path, rest on your cupid's bow, before coming back to rest on your bottom lip. Your lips are already parted, they have been the entire time, but he can't help but gently tug your lips down just a bit further. Just a little hint of that temptation -
"I was simply curious."
Surely you will pull away. Surely you will reprimand him for touching you so freely, so...wantonly.
"Only curious?"
For the first time since he'd moved, Neuvillette's eyes meet yours, and he can't describe the feeling curling through him when he sees that telltale spark in your eyes. Though, perhaps the softly stifled groan he lets out when you open your mouth oh so slightly to let his thumb rest against your teeth tells on his emotions more than he could put into words. You tease him with a bite and watch as his pupils dilate at the action, listen as he sucks in an uncharacteristically sudden breath. Relish in the hint of gravel that lingers on his exhale.
"...only curious." A lie. A blatant lie. But...perhaps it's one you can let him slip away with for now.
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attineilde · 26 days
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how does neil pass school? throughout all three books I dont think he has ever mentioned studying ONCE
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fisheito · 8 days
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He's a magician
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hyunpic · 5 months
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HYUNJIN | 231112 INKIGAYO FACECAM
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rubysparx · 5 months
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im a fan of this guy
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also these guys too or whatever;
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(do not repost, click for a little more quality!)
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ambeauty · 5 months
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“And what if I just like completely melt… fuck up and fail?”
“I won’t let you.”
Do you know how incredibly endearing it is for Carmen to say that he won’t let Sydney fail? That he will be her strength when she feels weak?!?! That he will help carry her burdens. That he will be what she needs in order to succeed. This declaration of unwavering support is so important for Sydney who has put everything she has into The Bear.
On top of that, the way he’s looking down at her as he says “I won’t let you.” And she’s looking away from him and he’s staring at her with the most OBVIOUS look of longing I have ever seen in my life. And his face doesn’t change once she finally looks at him and he nods his head no, as a promise.
And I think this is my favorite moment from that conversation. At least as it stands today. I’m a real sap for someone taking burdens from another. In that moment, Carmy is promising to love Sydney in her love language. He’s promising to take care of her like how she takes care of others. 🥹
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milkbreadtoast · 3 months
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OH GOD OH FUCK
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softiedingo · 3 months
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DEAR GODDDDDD
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vampyre-kin · 2 months
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Damn shawty, your haunting eyes, unique nose and janky teeth have bewitched my mind, body and soul.
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