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latteandjacks · 2 days
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At first I was ready to accept this was Stolas being upset at Blitz or something but because of Blitz smile I came to three conclusions
He and Blitz found out about something Andrealphus, Stella and/or another antagonist is planning and are working together and this is Stolas telling Blitz about his badass plan and how they're gonna do it
Things were tense between them after Full Moon and Apology tour and this is him cracking a joke in the middle of their conversation to ease things a little (it worked)
He's ranting about his love book "Can you FUCKING believe she would do that?" type of shit with Blitz laughing
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spudkinart · 5 months
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An unexpected visitor at Dawn Winery...
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d-uckz · 4 days
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I love the idea of early S1 Tim and Sasha giving (unwanted) advice on how Martin should ask out Jon
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brainrotcharacters · 8 months
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peak scorpio behavior ♏
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johnslittlespoon · 3 months
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the "i'm falling in love" gaze idc.
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transvomelsass · 1 month
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So no one is going to care about how, when you return to Nibelheim, Aerith straight up admits to wanting to watch Tifa in her room from the water tower? Like, she asks you "Did you peek from there" and when you say yes she says "I would have done the same".
Nobody here is mentioning it? They didn't just serve crumbs, that's a straight up canonical admission that, at least, Aerith has feelings for Tifa. There are so many signs. Aerti having a meagre slice of confirmation I swear
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bluejaysgonerogue · 28 days
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Watching La La Land with Simon
Watching my favourite movie with my favourite boy <3
Warnings: Crying? idk... La La Land induced pain
I tried not to spoil the movie tooooo badly, but that's harder than I wanted it to be with the nature of this fic... SO GO WATCH LALA LAND. Also this is the first time I'm writing simon and I... wow I really need to work on my writing. Any serious feedback is appreciated!!! I'm literally typing this at midnight instead of playing COD or doing my homework, so me noggin's a bit blended ya feel?
ANYWHOODLES! ONTO THE PAIN
Initially, Simon didn't understand why you were so excited about watching the movie with him.
"S'just a movie, love."
You defended it against that implication, citing the various awards, amazing cinematography, acting, and music that somehow rolled into the best movie ever.
So there you two sat, bowl of popcorn and drinks of choice on the side table, lamp dimmed low and comfiest blanket wrapped around the two of you. His arm on the couch behind your head, your leg resting on his and your hips connected. He watched on in amusement as you sung along to the first numbers, surprisingly on-key with the fast-paced melodies, and wiggled along to the beat. A smile tugged at his lips, his chest warm and fuzzy watching you so happy over the movie.
He didn't understand why you squealed every time Sebastian and Mia were on screen together, or why you pointed out the color of Mia's clothes until the end, when you started sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's an engagement party, love, what's so bad about that?"
"He just missed her PLAY, Si! She worked for months on it and he had to stay at the stupid photoshoot and-"
You broke out in sobs when they broke up. Simon paused the movie to comfort you, dragging you into his lap and wrapping your soft body in his hard, strong arms.
"Shh, s'alright love. All movies have a happy ending, right?"
He knew he messed up when you started crying more, tears larger and trembles more prominent. When you calm down enough, through his kisses and soft strokes along your hair, he bundles you in the blanket and begins the movie again.
When it ends, he sheds a few tears as well. "Damn." He let you cry it out through the playing of the credits, wrapping you in his arms and carrying you to the comfy shared bed, Riley waking up from his nap and following into the bedroom. Simon laid you down on the bed, removing his shirt and tossing it in the dirty bin then kneeling on the bed to get between you and the door. He engulfed your frame in his, wrapping his limbs around you like a vice and shoving your face into his chest. He smelled of clean musk and cigarette smoke, his warmth lulling you into a doze.
Before you fully passed out, he whispered to you;
"I'll never leave you, love. You're too perfect, an' I'm too selfish. I love you, sweet."
His heart skipped in his chest when you returned his feelings.
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somebluemelodies · 5 months
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cellbit saying at the end of last night’s live that he might have a little surprise the next time he goes live (without specifying it would be wednesday) and the eggs are supposedly waking up today? in this essay i will—
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crustyfloor · 2 months
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about to go to sleep but what if Till goes into round 6 ready to absolutely decimate Ivan so that he can get to finals and go up against Luka to get revenge for Mizi but then the girl shows up in her new haircut with her new girlfriend and clocks Till with a "dawg stop this madness I don't like you like that"
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comphyjost · 7 months
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this is where the chapter ends. a new one now begins…it’s hard to walk away from the best of days, but if it has to end i’m glad you have been my friend. in the time of our lives — tyrone wells “time of our lives”
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awarcraftblog · 11 days
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I think its kinda funny how people see a new female character that's (presumably) around Anduins age and go "OOOO LOVE INTEREST FOR ANDUIN" and its like.... honey, I don't think he should be paired with ANYONE until he gets his shit together. Better yet, I don't think Anduin having a partner is entirely that important to his arc. plus... even if Faerine Lothar isn't directly related to Anduin Lothar, I find it kinda weird to marry/fall in love with a guy whos named after a relative of any sort. Imagine falling in love with someone who you know is named after your late great Grandpa. That'd be weird no???
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iridescentpull · 8 months
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《 Maybe Next Year 》
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Summary: Anthony doesn't win the 'Show of the Year' award. Ian comforts him.
TW: N/A
Fandom: Smosh
Pairing: Ianthony (ambiguous)
Note: This is a work by a fan for other fans. Please no harrasment, block me or my tags.
《 I wrote this to heal myself from this night lmao. Fuck C, all my homies hate C 》
《 Fic under cut - reblogs appreciated - ao3 》
Anthony feels his hands shaking, trying his best to calm his anxiety down. It's the final award of the night, and his show is nominated. His show. His show that he poured his blood, sweat and tears. His show that saved him when he didn't know what to do with his channel. His show that was a stepping stone in fixing his and Ian’s relationship. His show.
As Mat stood on the stage, the curly-haired male felt a hand poke his arm. He looked to his left and saw Ian give him a reassuring smile. "Breath." He reminded him, grabbing one of his hands and gently holding it. "You can't accept an award if you're passed out."
Anthony laughed, shaking his head. "You're right." He said, quieting down when the nominees were being said. 
He felt an unbelievable sense of pride when his show was announced and the crowd cheered loud and clear. Maybe this year he'll win. Maybe this is his year. Those past three nominations were just stepping stools for this. This was it. 
The taller felt his body freeze when Mat revealed the tables had the answer hidden in them. He felt like he couldn't move, anxiety and adrenaline paralyzing him. He could see Ian stand up immediately, turning over his chair and searching underneath the table cloths. Ian was frantic, asking Ale and her partner to search on their seats as well. He turned to Anthony, adrenaline on his expression. 
The table shook their heads, confirming there was no paper on their table. Anthony's eyes looked around, trying to see if tables around him had the papers. He felt his heart quicken when he saw an E and a D. 
Maybe. 
Just maybe…
And then there it was. He looked to his right where a woman was walking to the theater, holding a piece of paper containing a singular letter. 
And that letter was a C. 
Anthony felt the adrenaline leave his body. He felt his body crash against the chair he was sitting on, exhaustion finally crashing on him. He lost. Again. For the fourth time, and now third time in a row. 
He could feel frustration tears well up in his eyes but he forced himself to stop. The dark-haired male took a deep breath and forced a smile, standing up and clapping when the show of the year award was announced. 
Feeling Ian's stare, he cheered for her at her speech and laughed with those around him. Then the final song came on, and he felt Ian quietly move to stand beside him. 
They stood beside each other, watching the dancing and singing around them. They stayed quiet, observing and processing the night they just had. So much had happened in so little time. 
Eventually it was over, and the after party began. Ale and her partner said their goodbyes, once again congratulating Anthony on his nominations and wishing them both a good-night. Both men wished them a quiet good-night, before turning to each other. 
Anthony knew Ian wanted to say so many things, but didn't know where to start. It was fine, he didn't know if he could manage to answer without tearing up either. 
They were interrupted by some influencer, probably a TikToker of some kind approaching them. "Oh my god! Smosh!" They exclaimed, a huge smile on their face. "Can I take a picture with you guys?"
Anthony nodded, plastering a smile on his face. Ian glanced at him and bit his lip, before turning to the kid and nodding. After a quick selfie together, the person grinned. "Thank you!" They said, before turning to Anthony. "I'm sorry you didn't get it. It's wild you've been nominated four times and haven't won- luck is not on your side!" 
The male gaped as the kid went along, stopping in front of Link and asking for a picture. Damn, that comment kind of hurt. 
Ian huffed and grabbed his best friend's hand, pulling him away from the center of the crowd. They went to a less populated corner, where a few people were talking. Ian stopped them and as soon as Anthony faced him, the shorter pulled him into a hug. 
Anthony froze, not knowing what to do. Ian rarely initiated hugs or any form of physical contact. It was unexpected, yet as the seconds went by, Anthony could feel his body melt against Ian's. And it was nice. 
The brunet ran his hand against the others back, trying his best to soothe the other. He knew how much that award meant to him. To be acknowledged and praised for something he created. He understood. 
Which made it hurt more when the absolute crushed expression slipped onto Anthony's face when the realization struck him. 
After a few minutes of the hug, Ian pulled back but only slightly. He gave the other the most proud smile he could. "That was wild, huh?" He asked, glancing at the theater beside them. "I never expected to present an award with you again." 
Anthony smiled softly. "Yeah." He chuckled. "We are so not getting invited next year. Eating the mask? Really?"
Ian shrugged, amusement on his face. They stayed quiet, enjoying each others company. The brunet grabbed the other's hands. "You know I'm proud of you, right?" He started, glaring at the other when he tried to interrupt. "Shut, let me finish. I know I didn't say this enough, but I'm so proud of how you evolved your channel and the content you created."
He stopped, glamcing to where Michelle stood with her award. "And I know the award meant so much to you, but listen." He looked back to the male. "An award doesn't represent your success or worth. You are amazing, and I'm so proud of you."
Anthony felt his eyes tear up, but from completely different reasons. He let out a watery laugh. "Since when did you learn how to process emotions?" 
Ian rolled his eyes. "I've been taking a crash course." He mantioned, smiling at Anthony's laugh. "Also, don't worry too much- there's always next year."
"Next year…" The taller started, giving the other a soft smile. "Next year it'll be us. We're definitely gonna get smosh nominated on something." 
The brunet chuckled. "We'll see." He said, looking at the crown partying and having a good time. He cringed, the thought of being pressed against so many bodies not calling him. He turned to Anthony, who was also cringing at the crowd. "Wanna get outta here and have a drink at my place?"
The male pulled a face. "Wouldn't we look rude for ditching? It's part of what we were asked for, after all."
Ian waved a hand. "Nah, we were asked to present an award and we did. We're done here."
Anthony thought for a moment, before shrugging. "You know what, fuck it- lets get outta here." 
Ian smiled and pulled Anthony to the doors, leaving the building. As soon as both men entered Ian's car, Anthony looked at Ian and smiled. "Hey Ian?"
"Yeah?" The brunet asked, turning the vehicle on. 
"Thank you."
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ferahntics · 6 months
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Shattered Glass
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alteredsilicone · 4 months
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(sending psionic waves to Rebb so we get an AlbrechtLoid glyph for Star Days)
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sleepy-vix · 5 months
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when i'm procrastinating from work by falling into an internet doomscroll but atleast it was a doomscroll on tumblr and not on tiktok, am i right?
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silverstream2 · 3 months
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I'm gonna start callings Red Orbs "Robs" (pronounced like "Rob", but plural). Cause fuck it.
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