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maxsix · 3 months
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Details of DPR IAN | For GQ Taiwan (2024)
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spilledkaleidoscope · 9 months
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[AUTHORITY: IMPOSSIBLE]
Titus smirks, sets down his can and mirrors Garte. The gesture is much more effective on his broad frame.
“Nah, the boys are just redecorating a bit.” He shrugs, “I can ask Tibbs if he can come by sometime next week, it’s no big deal.”
The obvious provocation lands. Garte’s face turns a ruddy, blotchy pink that spreads to the collar of his shirt. To his own horror, he realizes that he is more of a fight than flight guy.
His index finger juts out, almost of its own volition, and stabs Titus in the sternum.
“You need to get a fucking handle on your little boy’s club and Tibbs better be here tomorrow morning.”
Garte doesn’t allow himself to consider that he must look ridiculous doing this, since he has to crane up his neck, standing so close to Titus.
Titus rocks on the balls of his feet once, then leans down to Garte.
“Or what, barkeep?”
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“Rebecca, do you have a moment? Of Course. May I have a seat? Leslie, this formality’s really freaking me out. Just sit.” | Ted Lasso 3x05
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Thinking about a version of Danny who actually has the good sense to hide his identity. He has an astronaut helmet with stars reflected on the screen and a spirit box on his hip that acts as a kind of voice modulator; he only goes by Phantom rather than Danny Phantom and he actually puts some effort into lying.
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shehungthemoon · 2 months
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Me and my sister having the "does Captain Rex have a genetic defect that affects his coloring or is he just a bottle blond" conversation and that let us to the wonderful idea that bc he's constantly deployed, he asks Ahsoka to stop by Coruscant Sally Beauty/CVS when she's back at the temple to pick up his hair dye, and she buys fun new beads while she's at it and when she gets back into the field they have quiet cute spa mornings together, redecorating her padawan braid and redoing his roots before they have to march back out to the war front.
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fernsensei · 10 months
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what if we'd make v2/gabriel a thing. what would happen then
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nosfelixculpa · 8 months
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Do Hana & So Mun THE UNCANNY COUNTER S2: COUNTER PUNCH (2023)
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chaosgenasi · 1 year
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An aasimar is a medium-sized humanoid whose heritage shares a bond with celestial powers or whose soul has been touched by the divine. Most have human parents. . . Within the Kryn Dynasty, aasimar are seen as overflowing with potential, and they tend to be trained essentially from birth as dunamancers and echo knights.
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mausinly · 3 months
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BIG BURLY FLUSTERED MEN with a/o who takes one of their hands and kisses their knuckles - knuckles that have been covered in blood - and big burly man (I’m imagining König) just self destructs. Blue screens. Combusts.
Unwinding after operations is always a hassle. There's this limbo between finishing the mission and arriving back at base where adrenaline is still high, but you can't stay in one place long enough to come down from it.
Everyone is still milling about the building your unit is using as a temporary base. Counting your dead, if any, and treating the wounded before heading to the drop ships to fly back to KorTac's base.
You and König are holed off in a corner of the courtyard, you being seated on a bench with your back pressed against the wall while he sits on the ground between your legs. He rests his head back on your thigh, and you can feel the way he fidgets. Itching for something when there is nothing left to do but wait. His mask is still on, along with the rest of his gear. One of his hands idly tap your ankle, trying to find some way to release this anxious energy he has until you both can get back to base, where he knows it's safe.
You look down at him and remove your gloves, placing them aside before sneaking one of your hands under his hood and the balaclava beneath. Your fingers drag against the column of his neck, and your nails gently scratch his nape, making him groan and tilt his head back further to look up at you.
König let's out a grunt and fixes you a curious look. You hold out your free hand toward him. "Give me your hand." You murmur, and he does so compliantly.
He melts a little at the pleased little smile you give him, eyes darting down to where your hand holds his. His are so much bigger than yours, thicker too with the bulky material of his gloves. The fabric is stained red, speckles of blood still wet and crimson. He frowns a little at the idea of your hands becoming stained as well.
König thinks to rip his hand from yours, but falters when you begin to tug the leather off his fingers and down his wrist until his skin is released from the suffocating material. His hands are rough, pale and scarred and calloused. Your hands aren't perfect, but they are much more delicate and pretty than his in comparison.
You seem to disagree, though, with the way your hands trace the shape of his. You spread his fingers a little, dragging your nails along each callous and faded scar. It's almost devout in the way you study each line of his palm, the pads of your fingers so gentle against his skin.
You lift his hand up to your lips, tenderly pressing a kiss to each knuckle. You start at the base before moving down each finger, almost as if you don't want any of them to be left out. He would have laughed at the thought if his body wasn't frozen like a deer in headlights.
Your eyes fall down to his and your smile widens at the absolutely mystified look in his eyes, stormy blues flickering between yours and your lips against his hand as his pupils dilate.
His mouth opens and closes underneath his mask, but any attempts to speak die in his throat. How could you put so many thoughts in his head that he is unable to fabricate them into words? Do you have any clue what you do to him?
You let out a small chuckle and go back to kissing his hand, trailing your lips down across his palm and the back of his hand. You pull down the edge of his sleeve just to press your lips to his wrist. König groans as your affection doesn't let up, long and pained as his head lulls against your thigh and he drapes an arm over his eyes.
"Du wirst mein Tod sein, Engel..." He murmurs, thankful that his mask hides the stupid grin on his face.
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beldaroot · 11 months
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shirahama does not have same face syndrome so why did she draw these two like qifrey and olruggio? 🤨
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sealrock · 6 months
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to hells with it. mask off.
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bonesblubs · 6 months
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Kind of weird question, but If Mu Qing got hit in the head like really hard would it be funnier if he landed and got embroiled in the world of scum villain or mdzs?
Scum villain 100%; my headcanon is that Mu Qing is somewhere on the ace spectrum or demi, so that would be a strange world to navigate for him to say the least… though a lot of the tropes that permeate SVSSS exist in his too… I just feel like he’d be extremely done/have no patience with it which could be entertaining.
For MDZS I just feel like he’d get really into the politics, though that could lead to some funny shenanigans too… and familiar territory for him too. Like does no one else notice this pure as snow guy is head over heels for a black and red themed villainous fiend AGAIN or…
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ego-osbourne · 12 days
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Does sweetheart ever see his girlfriend again? :[
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No but… he does get to see his boyfriend :]
(His girlfriend transitioned while he was away mantling Sheo)
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instantartific · 1 month
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Thinking about my shooting stars AU and rebooting the story after sitting on it for about a year and not liking it anymore.
Concept: rather than them becoming friends over the course of the story, what if that's what they once were until it all fell apart?
And what if the story follows their decision to try again?
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cpericardium · 1 year
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quietwingsinthesky · 20 days
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in the amelia pond au, amelia’s aunt does still send her to therapy between doctor adventures, but since amelia is now secure in the fact that he’s Definitely Real since both rory and mels have also met him and because she lost a tooth last week from tripping on the stairs of the tardis, she doesn’t bite any therapists this time around. and besides, her therapist is a very funny lady. she reminds amelia of her doctor, with how her voice will flip and jump in volume and accent and tone on a whim, with how she’ll talk to amelia like they’re conspiring together. she keeps the pictures amelia draws of the doctor and their adventures for her, even hangs one or two on the walls. she listens very intently to every detail, which no adults in amelia’s life do save the doctor himself and river song, whenever she’s around. and best of all, whenever she tells amelia’s aunt that amelia is doing just fine, don’t you worry, she’ll grow out of this, she winks at amelia so that amelia will know her therapist is only playing along to wave away her aunt’s suspicion.
it is a little odd, though, that she insists on only being called Missy. but amelia is quite used to odd by now.
#not the point of this post but. please do imagine amelia and rory and mels and the doctor all having escaped from Real Actual Danger#rory has the energy of a cat with its fur all puffed up and looks like he’s either going to start crying or yelling at the doctor#mels is standing on the box the doctor got her so she could see the tardis console better and studying the way he flies it very intently#and amelia is still full of energy and adrenaline and can’t stop racing around the tardis like a hyperactive gerbil. because if she stops#she might have to be scared instead but if she can run long enough she’ll forget to be scared at all and when she collapses exhausted all#she’ll have left are the exciting happy memories#and then she misteps racing up the stairs. shouts! the doctor and mels and rory are all at attention immediately. mels moves first but rory#is closer and helps amelia back up. and then the doctor is crouching down in front of her. ‘let me see. oh that’s a lot of blood. that’s.#how much blood are you able to lose again? its more than this. probably.’ amelia’s whole face hurts. but the doctor’s rambling is familiar.#it helps. and he’s only so talkative when he’s sure he has a solution. besides. rory’s head’s nestled on her shoulder and mel’s got her#hands. the doctor wipes blood off her nose and her chin. tilts her head up and goes ‘aaa’ sticking his tongue out until she does it too.#and he tells her to feel her upper row of teeth with her tongue. she does until she finds the gap.#it still hurts. hurts more when she nudges it with her tongue all bleeding and raw. but she just lost a tooth! and you know what that means.#they have to find it. or else how will the tooth fairy leave her any money?#(the doctor hears her say that to mels as they search. and he glances off to the side and makes a note to go back and make sure it *was* her#aunt leaving her those coins. and not something else. which he does. and finds out her aunt wasn’t leaving her any coins at all.#he can’t just let that stand! so the doctor becomes amy’s tooth fairy as well.)#and that is how amelia loses a tooth on the tardis.#amelia pond au
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