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vivitalks · 3 months
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julie and the phantoms is a beautiful band of queers alex was luke's gay awakening and luke was reggie's gay awakening and julie clocked all that shit from day one and no one can tell me otherwise
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wiltkingart · 1 year
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resident babygirl
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mossssor · 2 months
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this totally didnt take me. checks wall clock. like at least 8 hours. ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! ive been meaning to do this template for ages ! twas very fun working/reworking designs i already had or making whole new ones like for scott. a lot of these hybrid headcanons change whenever i feel like it lol but i went with the cuter ones (like fox etho) for this ^^!
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joonie · 3 months
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She's an icon, she's a legend and she is the moment - Miss Min Yoonji [random RUN BTS sets]
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pineapple-split · 5 days
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Ok ALSO (and then I promise I’ll shut up and dive in to the celebratory rewatch): EVEN IF IT WERE TRUE that Black Sails only has queer subtext (and let me make it clear, it absolutely is not true) that still doesn’t invalidate it as a piece of media?? The queer characters aren’t the only reason we love this show. We love this show because it’s beautiful.
It’s heart-wrenching. It dares to ask the questions “what if your civilized society isn’t all that civilized? Who does it leave behind? Whose blood is it built on? What lengths will people go to and what will they sacrifice for even the tiniest bit of agency and freedom in a world that is actively trying to kill them? Are they justified? Can you even make that judgment call?”
It’s a story about storytelling. It has narratives within narratives and foils and tragic flaws and parallels and overarching themes that begin in the very first moments in episode one and last all the way to the end. It’s a Greek tragedy put to the screen. It’s still so hopeful somehow, even when so many things fall apart. It’s the epitome of “the love may not have been enough but it’s important that it was there.” The writing is wonderful (mostly, I have a few hangups but that’s not important here), the cinematography and score is almost reverent. People who worked on this show still gush 10 years later about how it was their masterpiece.
Those headlines of “the best show nobody watched”? There’s a reason for that. Those of us who love Black Sails love it passionately, and the complex and wonderful queerness of it is only one of the reasons.
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terezis · 6 months
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iiii eat old dead dudes with my umbrella?
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buckttommy · 25 days
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OLIVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OLIVER STARK!!!!!!!! HE. HIM. HEEEEEEEEE <<<33333333 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧💞💞💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 HIM????????? HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OLIVERRRRRRRR <33333 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
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pancakemolybdenum · 5 months
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glad lucia alla swedenstuckare
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teenytinyapprentice · 5 months
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NPC appreciation week - Day 7: Free day
Nils from Miracle Mask
I almost forgot about the last day!! fjdhfd SO I went with Nils, I really liked him! His design is super cute and I loved all his almost snarky commentary and smarts about the goings on in Monte d'Or... and it's lacklustre police force haha. I just thought he was a lot of fun - and maybe kind of ripping off Henry's fashion sense jdhfsjdf
@layton-npc-appreciation-week
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rubia-peregrinart · 3 months
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little groups i like :}
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piratadelamor · 10 months
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skip and loafer ch. 53
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shima seems to see romantic love as a combination of different attraction factors, where liking someone as a person (for their personality) can be compensated for other things, therefore your standarts are lower when you're romantically attracted to someone. the way he sees it, the highest form of steem you can have for someone is to like them as a person, where these other factors don't matter and what you truly value is solely their personality.
i think it's interesting how mukai introduces this conversation by building a hierarchy of feelings, where romantic love stands on top of the feelings of friendship and of liking someone as a person, because that's one concept i've been personally focusing on deconstructing in my life. it's precisely by differenciating these types of feelings and putting them on a hierarchy that so many people end up in romantic relationships with people they don't really like, or why so many people drift away from their friendships when they start dating someone.
through everyone else's eyes, shima's feelings are romantic, and he doesn't feel like they are, because romance to him means something else. the lines between liking someone as a person, as a friend and as a lover are blurred. and listen, that's how they're supposed be. to love someone as a lover is supposed to mean you love them as a friend and as a person as well. a friend and a lover shouldn't be too different, and liking them as a person is supposed to be the core of both feelings.
i don't think shima is being innocent, like i've seen so many people saying on twt since the chapter came out. i think he's touching something very deep about relationships in our society that so many stories that focus on romance fail to address. in most of these stories, romance is the final goal. that's where most of them end. that's not the case here. i was already surprised when mitsumi and shima started dating, and even more surprised when they went back to being friends. that's not the usual narrative for this kind of story. because here, it doesn't seem like this hierarchy matters. and i think it's beautiful and i think it's HUGE how both shima and mitsumi value their friendship above everything else. not only them, because friendship is one of the main themes of this story. both as a dynamic and as a type of love as well.
but people have different perspectives on love and how love feels for them. it's different for mitsumi, for shima, for mika, for fumi. the way you're taught about love in your family or as a child in general has a big role on shaping that. we saw the matter of mitsumi having received lots of love in her family and childhood friends being brought up before as an explanation for her confidence. then, on the other hand, that's why we see shima acklowledging this on the next panels:
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we know a few things about shima's family and their complicated relationships. shima never realized his little brother liked him because he saw his behavior as coldness or indifference, when he was actually being considerate of the distance shima was putting between them himself. he felt the need to please his mother by acting in order for her to love him, or for him to be worthy of her love, because their relationship was too anchored on exploitation. his father was having an affair, which not only made shima watch the failure of his parents marriage but also perceive romantic love as something superficial (as in "people break up and move on to the next person") and possibily as something that pushes people away. then shima's first girlfriend only liked him because of his looks, and so many others confessed to him without barely even knowing him. how could shima trust his own feelings after all of that? if he spent most of his formative years in an environment of appearences where love was tied to selfishness, interest, volatility, coldness, pain? shima learned to supress all his feelings and be a people pleaser as a survival mechanism. don't get too attached, live up to others expectations, keep your distance, smile and wave, bottle it all up. he is a kid that doesn't know a single thing about love and is scared as hell of it. love feels as if something is about to break.
that's why liking someone as a person feels more important to him. and that's not only the highest feeling he can have for someone else, i think this is the highest form of feeling he thinks someone could have for him too. it's the kind of feeling he thinks his own mother couldn't have, because acting was more important to her than who he actually was. it's the feeling he unconciously doesn't allow others to feel for him, because he never shows people who he truly is. so shima understands mitsumi's words as a love confession back in chapter 41. she didn't say "i love you", she said "that's what i love about you". and he asks her out, not only because he already knows mitsumi is different, so it seems more reasonable to give it a try, but also because he thinks this is how it's supposed to go. this is what he thinks it's expected to give her in return.
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when society puts romance on the top of the relationships/feelings hierarchy, it builds an insane amount of expectations around it. i think it's crazy how friendships feel so free while romantic relationships feel so enclosured. they have too many rules. you're supposed to do this, and that, and behave in certain ways. if you start dating a friend then suddenly your friendship dynamic changes. a boyfriend or a girlfriend have responsibilities that friends don't have. it's a weight. i can't imagine a person like shima feeling any other way about a romantic relationship. for him, this is a big, big weight. that's why he puts an emphasis when he says "i thought that i could be a 'boyfriend' too". a boyfriend is a social role. when he phrases it like that, he's using the word "boyfriend" as an outside concept: he doesn't know what it means to him, he only knows what it means for everyone else. and that's not something he can do.
mukai is absolutely right when he tells shima he shouldn't be going out with anyone. shima isn't ready to be that close to anyone, not even his closest friends. i can't even describe how sad i felt when mukai said this to him:
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shima is just so, so lonely...
but this doesn't mean that shima's supposed to become ready to be a "boyfriend" on those terms. i just think he's still trying to figure out what all of these things mean to him. and the good thing is that mitsumi is also trying to figure out these things too. the difference between them is that mitsumi is a few steps ahead, because she already understands what friendship love feels like. and when it comes to that, she gave us one of the most special love confessions i've ever seen.
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so many people talked about this scene already, but now, in the light of chapter 53, her saying "i really like this person" has a whole new meaning. this is the most honest love shima has ever received from anyone. no romantic confession could top that. no romantic feeling could heal his wounds the way these words from mitsumi can. this is a treasure shima can't afford to lose.
we're taught that romantic love will save us. that it will make us the happiest, that it completes us. we grow up believing that we can't survive without it. what we really can't survive without are our friends... skip and loafer is putting friendship above everything else, but more than that, it is questioning how romantic love is supposed to feel. some people feel it, some people don't. i think most of us don't really know what it is. we think we do because we read enough, we saw enough movies, we listened to enough love songs. i think i felt it a few number of times in my life but everytime i felt it for someone new i asked myself, was it really love before? what is it, really? if i never read those books or saw thoses movies or listened to those songs. would i recognize it? would i know it better? would it even exist?
aren't shima's feelings for mitsumi already valuable enough? big enough, true enough? would they change if he called them romantic? mitsumi has SO much to teach him about love, about himself, about others. their encounter is so beautiful and so rich. we see how much he's changing, how many new things he's finally starting to understand about himself, how many important steps he's taken since they met. is finding romance at the end really the most important thing for their story?
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dr-cameron · 6 months
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House (2004) | Season 2 Episode 7 "Hunting"
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hauntedppgpaints · 5 months
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on the inherent impermanence of friendships in the nhl.
( x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. )
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borzoing · 11 months
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Couldn’t focus on working on other art til I got this out of my system.
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mitchievousness · 1 year
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happy ides of march!
three types of people on tumblr this week:
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mandiemegatron · 6 days
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔
𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝒄𝒊𝒔!𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
『 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 : 18+, 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰. 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒄, 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 😤💪 』
@sparoart asked ;
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Hi Sparo!!! Thank you SO much for all the support you've given me and for this fabulous request! I've been wanting to write something for Crocodile for a hot second so it's perfect that you've asked for something from him 🤭🤭💖💖
I hope you enjoy and thank you again!!! 💖💖💖💖
No beta, we die like men 💪
Songs to listen to ;
♡ Beast Within ; In This Moment
♡ I Miss The Misery ; Halestorm
♡ Black Wedding ; In This Moment & Rob Halford
♡ Kryptonite (reloaded) ; Jeris Johnson
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A silent sneer settled on Crocodile's face as he watched you move from table to table, your barely clothed form distracting the casino patrons just enough to lose their winning streak.
Even though it was his idea, he found his hand clenching tightly around his highball of whisky a little too tight, the glass shattering in his grasp as one man pushed his luck by sliding a heavy hand across the back of your sheer dress.
He began to rise from his desk that he'd situated in front of the large, one way glass window that overlooked that entire casino, only to stop as he watched you grip the man's wrist and twist it behind his back, hissing something into his ear that caused him to choke on his words and turn beet red.
The dealer at the table watched between the window and you a few times, nervous sweating slowly sliding down his temple. When the patron finally relented, the dealer sighed in relief, moving onto the next player as the man rose and stalked off, grumbling to himself.
You fixed your black sheer dress, the thin, yellow gold chains that adorned overtop slightly askew. The dealer gave you a small nod when you gave him a look of “I look okay?”, giving him a small smile in return before you moved onto the next table.
“Miss Y/N,” came from behind you, causing you to jump slightly, startled by the sudden voice.
“Yes?”
Two men dressed in all black motioned for you to follow them, your heart sinking in your chest as your eyes flickered up to the mirrored window of Crocodile's office, knowing you were about to get an ear full after that little stunt.
You sighed and nodded, following behind them closely, ignoring the curious looks the patrons gave as you were escorted upstairs. Both men lugged the heavy, wooden doors open and nearly pushed you inside, to which you gave them both a dirty look before straightening yourself out once more.
“You're walking a thin line, darling.”
You rolled your eyes and walked over to Crocodile’s turned chair, leaning over the side of it to wrap your arms around his massive shoulders and pressing a chaste kiss to his temple.
“You act like I'm jumping at the chance to let any of these disgusting men touch me,” you started, choking back a gasp as the tip of his gold hook swung up, pressing into the side of your neck and pricking your skin to the point that a thin line of blood slipped from you.
“You seem to forget that you are mine,” he hissed out, a thick stream of cigar smoke floating from his mouth as he pressed a little harder, pulling you closer to him as he gave you a side-eyed glance. “You are my property, and anyone who touches you gets their punishment.”
You hum in response, one of your hands moving to grip around his hook and pulling it from your throat before moving away from him, instead leaning against his desk to stare down at him.
You were about to respond when the doors flew open and the same two men in black threw in the offending patron from earlier, the poor man hitting the ground hard enough that a loud crack echoed in Crocodile’s office. The man nearly wailed, cradling his broken arm to his chest as his watery gaze moved to you and the massive man sitting next to you.
“Y-you! You fucking slut, what did I do to deserve this?!”
You hissed at him, eyes narrowed as you spat back,
“You dare-”
A large hand moved up and cut you off, Crocodile’s dark gaze shutting you up completely as you crossed your arms over your barely covered chest.
Crocodile slowly slid from his chair, standing to his towering form to walk over to the sniveling boy before him, another sneer set on his scarred face as he took in the weak patron.
“You come into my casino, you flirt with my prize, and then you insult her?”
A soft, disappointed tsk left Crocodile, plucking the cigar from his mouth to tap the ashes off right above the whimpering man before moving behind him.
“Apologize.” He demands, reaching down to wrench the man up by the back of his knock-off designer shirt, dragging him over to your feet and slamming him back down into the cold marble.
There's nothing from him but sniffling and whimpers, the sounds causing your face to contort into an expression of nothing but disgust.
Crocodile’s foot meets the back of his head, pressing the man's face into the floor as he roars out,
“APOLOGIZE.”
The man full on sobs at that, shrieking out a loud, “I'm so sorry!” as Crocodile adds weight to his head, the pressure cracking both the man's skull and the flooring beneath it.
A slow grin comes over your face as you bend down, poking a long, sharp, manicured nail into the man's cheek as you cherrily replied,
“Apology not accepted!”
At that, he begins weeping loudly, begging for mercy as Crocodile barks out a mocking laugh and lifts his boot just enough to give the man a taste of freedom.
He then brings it right back down, demolishing the man's head into the marble, spraying the floor and your legs in brain matter and blood. Your breath caught in your throat at the action, your wide eyes slowly moving from the twitching body to your lover.
He ran his hand over his gelled hair with a huff, another plume of smoke escaping his lips as he shook off the brains from his boot before looking back to you, flicking his still smoldering cigar down onto the dead man's body.
He kicked the body aside and gripped you by the waist, pulling your shorter frame to his hulking body and crushing his lips to yours, reveling in the way you clung to him.
“I do not like my things being touched,” he snarls in your ear when he pulls away, picking you up enough to sit you on his desk. He reached under your dress and hummed, pleased to notice you weren't wearing panties.
“Such an obedient pet,” he grins, pressing a large finger into your soaked core and curling upwards, chuckling at the pleasured look that crosses your face.
“Only I can touch you like this,” he huffs out. “Only I can make you feel this good.”
You nod weakly in reply as you clench around his finger, your mouth falling open slightly as he adds a second. The wet squelch of him entering you sent a shiver over his back, his cock straining against his expensive trousers to the point of pain.
“Pull me out,” he demands, crashing his lips to yours again as you tug and unbuckle his pants, pushing them and his underwear down enough to free his already weeping cock.
“Should I remind you who you belong to?” He chuckles out, trailing this hook down the side of your face as his hand pulls from you to force your legs open wider.
“Mm, I think you should,” you purred in reply, your head tilting back as he leaned down, his lips sucking and pressing into your throat. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he tugs you closer to the edge of his desk by your hip, his thick cock just pressing into your soaked core.
“Whatever my treasure desires,” he murmurs into your skin before he presses into you all at once, pulling a loud gasp from your lips as you cling to his shirt.
His hips thrust into you as his hand presses against your chest, pressing your back against his mahogany desk as he snaps his cock into you over and over. He presses the curve of his hook against your throat, though he adds no pressure. One of your hands wraps around it lovingly as you stare up at him, giving him your most gorgeous smile you could as he railed you.
His heart clenched, overwhelmed at your expression and how you held his hook. He leaned down and roughly kissed you again as he hissed against your lips,
“You. Are. Mine.”
Your bloodied legs wrapped weakly around his hips as you gave a dazed response of, “All yours.”
“Forever.” He snaps back.
You hummed with a grin, clenching around his cock as you promise,
“Forever.”
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