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edwa0243 · 1 year
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Lucky Again Lyrics
"If you believe that guy is Superman There selling tickets at the cinema"
Imagine if Louis sang
"If you believe that guy is Superman
They're selling tickets to the restaurant!
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andi-o-geyser · 1 year
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local gang of dnd players intimidate and viciously bully game show host sam reich, threatening to push his ass down the stairs like he's a 90-year-old grandma in a retirement home. more at 8
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thatgirl4815 · 8 months
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You know what absolutely kills me about this? Sand doesn't even look surprised. He isn't teary or wide-eyed. It's a look of pure disappointment. The kind that says he knew this would happen from the start, and he's utterly powerless to stop it.
While seeing Sand breaking down in tears would have been devastating, there's something very achy about this reaction. It's hard to put into words.
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doortotomorrow · 6 months
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SHIPS IN THE SPOTLIGHT : clexa edition happiness looks good on them
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aimbutmiss · 2 months
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The sun was setting as the two sat on the beach in silence. Buggy stared out into the sea with sad eyes, feet buried in the warm sand. Shanks was familiar with that look; it was something his friend did every now and then, after he ate the devil fruit. Buggy was the one to break the silence, asking him a question without taking his eyes off the horizon:
"Do you know what it feels like to have something you want literally in your grasp, but never being able to have it?"
Shanks stared at the man with longing. His blue hair was flowing with the evening breeze, and his eyes were fixed on the vast ocean in front of them. The final rays of sunlight were illuminating his skin, and all Shanks wanted to do was to touch him. Even one brush of his fingers against his cheek would be enough, but he held back, looking away from the other.
"No. I don't know what it feels like at all."
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pfpanimes · 4 months
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⌕ one punch man - genos.
like or reblog if you save/use.
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emblazons · 8 months
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THE PHOENIX & THE DRAGON
Joshua Rosfield & Dion Lesage Mirrored Swordplay in Final Fantasy XVI
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Kevin Day doesn’t have a legal middle name but something in my bones tells me Nicky had called him Kevin Elizabeth Day at least once
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bunnyreaper · 8 months
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johnny has noticed you've been growing distant, so he asks ghost to help him out.
(18+/mdni, dubcon/noncon, toxic behaviour, manipulation, infidelity)
johnny wasn't sure the first time he noticed it, but recently something had changed. where before you used to react to his smothering with clinginess of your own, lately, you've started to withdraw. you squirm free from his tight hugs, make excuses not to have sex, you don't tell him how you're feeling anymore.
he knows he's losing you, knows you're slipping right out of his grasp and he doesn't know what to do to stop it. at first he tried to hold on stronger--would make more excuses to be around you, but it never worked.
ghost is at his wits end watching johnny climb the walls--with his actions growing more reckless, his temper flaring up so easily. its ghost who offers his help, expecting johnny to invite him out for a pint and a chat.
what johnny asks floors him, what floors ghost more is that he accepts.
it was almost too easy, johnny knew all your usernames, knew the communities you liked to frequent. ghost just slipped into one like he'd been there the whole time, an anonymous face following you and sharing your interests. a few comments here, some likes there--and you were so nice, so willing to make friends. it was easy for ghost, or his fake persona, to work his way into your dms and your confidence.
late nights texting until the early hours, all while you slipped further and further away from johnny.
ghost coaxed so many things out of you, cute selfies, stories about your life, conversations about your boyfriend.
and that whole time, ghost was your shoulder to cry on, ever so slightly pushing your boundaries at johnny's request, while you desperately try to stay loyal. he was always there to listen when you and johnny had a fight over god knows what, and he was always so balanced, trying to get you to see your boyfriends side, trying to get you to concede how your boyfriend was doing these things because he just cared so much.
your new friend confused the fuck out of you. on one hand, they seemed interested in you, some comments that could be misinterpreted as flirting, and they always gave their undivided attention, and yet they always played at being johnny's advocate. maybe you wanted to read too much into it, maybe you wanted them to want you because you wanted them--the distance between you and johnny having become too much.
you tried to flirt back, tried to get to know the stranger more, and he always gave you just enough to keep you hooked, but not enough to make you cross any real lines. johnny seemed to have long given up on making things work, having withdrawn himself. when the guilt and the loneliness overcomes you, you wonder how you can rebuild things with him, how you can back to where you were, but it all seems so futile.
you missed the way you used to feel with him, how certain you felt of everything--but these days none of it made sense anymore.
the breakdown comes swiftly, you're gently and unknowingly coaxed to it by your online friend, while johnny waits to sweep in and pick up all the pieces. you find yourself crying and begging for your new friend to meet you, to give you just a bit of light in such a confusing time.
he gives you the name of a hotel, a time and date, and a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time. you find yourself slipping into a nice dress, some makeup--putting in effort so your new friend doesn't think you're a mess. that's what you tell yourself.
you're a nervous wreck as you make your way to the room number he gave, the door ajar when you arrive, coaxing you to step inside. this is it, the moment of no return, where you step away from johnny and step toward him.
imagine your surprise when you step into the room to see ghost waiting there, sitting on the bed.
"fuck, simon?! don't tell johnny, please." you beg and plead, panic coursing through you.
ghost just smirks behind his mask, leans back casually.
"don't tell johnny what, bonnie?" you feel his sickening touch on your skin, the feeling of him slipping behind you, you smell his familiar cologne. "tell me that you were coming here to get fucked by somebody that isn't me?"
he snarls, hand wrapping around your neck as you try to explain yourself.
"well ghost, she came here to get fucked. what d'ya say we give my girl what she really wanted?"
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corrodedcoughin · 2 years
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steve starts carrying around a lighter when starts to get feelings for Eddie. he noticed that Eddie always forgets his own. Steve tells himself he can get away with it because he’s the ‘mom’ and looks after everyone, he’s just looking after the newest member of the group.
What he tries to keep secret from himself is that he lives for the times eddie forgets his lighter. in these moments Steve can let himself get close, cup his hand around the cigarette and sometimes Eddie’s own hand, trying to keep the flame going. He doesn’t have a problem with liking Eddie, he feels more alive than he has in months, feels like he’s coming back to himself with these desires to wine and dine The Eddie Munson.
What he’s worried about is scaring Eddie off. He’s got this wonderful, loud, hilarious, inexplicable boy in his life and Steve doesn’t think he’d manage without him now. So he bides his time, trying to see if he can collect enough evidence to prove to himself that turning on the Harrington charm won’t end in him losing a person he’s suddenly come to think of as home
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Author Update
Hey guys, I'm sorry for not having any new material posted. These last few weeks have been pretty hectic and rough, and finding time or motivation to write has been pretty challenging. I hope to have something posted soon. I can't make any guarantees when that'll be, but I really appreciate your patience through all this!
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undemolitioned-lovers · 6 months
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to me. the word lesbian gives off the vibes of a water nymph in a lake making flower crowns and the word dyke gives off the vibes of a tough ass biker who wears leather jackets. please say someone understands
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andsua · 2 months
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'cause we know that we are alive!
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happy suyun day :3
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bethhiraeth · 11 months
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there are three things I want out of season 5:
A good plot
byler endgame
nancy wheeler calling someone a motherfucker and punching them in the face
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atlaskrr · 5 months
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You know what artists who overly feminize one character in an mlm pairing thank you. Whenever im scrolling through the tag and a relative takes notice i can always just say its some random ass het ship. The one thing this is good for.
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catiuapavel · 5 days
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POV you are battling a determined ram
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