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sammyche · 3 months
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rosquez pictures that drive me insane series
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“I am so in love with you.”
The words rush out of him, all in one breath, and he can no more hold them back than he can stop a star from going supernova. Than he can stop the Earth from spinning. The sun from rising. His love for Lance has taken over slowly, pricking it’s way under his skin — much like the man himself, he thinks wryly — until it became all-encompassing, until it ran in tandem with the blood through his veins.
A flush lights up Lance’s face, and his expression goes mushy even as he tries to look scolding.
“I’m — I’m not even doing anything, Keith. Where did that come from?”
Keith shrugs helplessly, because the answer to that is that it doesn’t come from anywhere and Keith just loves him so much, all the time, but if he says that now Lance might explode.
“I dunno. Sometimes I look at you and I — I just have to say it. It’s everywhere, y’know? I love you so much I can’t think. You’re distracting.”
Lance is a little embarrassed, Keith knows he is. He gets overwhelmed easy. But his lips quirk up anyway, and his brown eyes soften. (Beautiful brown eyes, warm and kind and strong and God, the soul really is reflected in the eyes, and he thinks of Lance every time he sees the colour on the cover of a book or the endless height of the trees of the heady power of the earth or the heat of his coffee, Lance Lance Lance everywhere all the time.)
“I love you too, you know. You’re — you’re important to me, too.”
“I know.” Keith says it quietly. Quickly, matching the rapid beat of his heart: I-know, I-know, I-know. Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.
Do you know, he whispers in his head, the lengths I would go for you? The mountains I would move? Do you know how I look at you and I see the future glimmering before us?
Lance had once looked at him, in front of their friends and family and an omnipresent sociopath, determined and nervous all the same and said with a steady voice I choose Keith. He’s the future. And Keith felt his heart pound in his fingertips and his toes and the very hairs in his head and he’d said with his whole body trembling I choose Lance because I followed him across the universe and I know everyone else will too.
It’s the most honest he’s ever been. The truest truth he’s ever spoken aloud. The biggest part of himself he’s every shared, terrified but determine to follow Lance’s example, to stand by him, because when Keith thinks of who he is he thinks he’s the person who will stand next to Lance, always, every time, until the end of the Earth and the universe and beyond.
Lance smiles at him, now, before glancing away, twinkling of the stars reflecting in the whites of his eyes, earrings shining gold to mirror the fire he coaxes to life between them. Keith clenches his fists in his lap and forces himself to be patient, to wait until Lance is ready. He can wait. He can wait as long as it takes.
He knows it won’t be long, anyway, although he would wait if it was. He would wait for Lance for the rest of their lives, sustained only by the quiet affection always bubbling between them. (Sometimes he thinks of how angry and miserable and hopeless he was, for so many years of his life, and imagines how he would tell that kid that he grows up to love so many people unconditionally and be loved unconditionally in return, and how one man will be the beat of his heart and the surge of life that runs through his body.)
“You make me excited to keep going,” Lance whispers, after what feels like years have passed, time stretched thin around them, and it sounds like a confession. “It’s, um. It’s been a long time since I was excited for my future. But I think of you and it’s — joyous, I guess. You made me feel joy again.”
Keith’s next inhale shudders, lungs trying to accommodate the sudden growth of his heart — I think of you and it’s joyous. You make me feel joy again — because he was right, before; it is a confession.
“Lance.”
Lance keeps his face trained on the dancing flames of the campfire he’s brought to life.
“Lance, look at me. Please.” He’s begging, he knows, but he can’t bring himself to care.
Lance, he thinks, can’t deny him anymore than Keith can deny Lance.
He knows he’s right when Lance swallows, waits a beat, and looks up at him.
“Yes?”
Keith doesn’t bother with words again. He’s said everything he needs to say. Instead he reaches over — slowly, so Lance can pull away if he’s not ready, but Keith feels the buzzing in the air and knows he is — and cups rough, calloused hands on either side of Lance’s face.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, thumbs stroking carefully over Lance’s cheekbones. Lance’s hands come up to rest on top of Keith’s long fingers wrapping carefully around his wrists.
“Please,” Lance says, and Keith doesn’t waste another second.
(He sighs, when their lips finally touch, because it feels like peace. Relief. Like the moment your sorrows melt away, like the moment you realize you’ve been holding your breath and you can let go, like the moment you’ve dreaded passes and you came out just fine, like the moment you realize everything is going to be okay. He taps his fingers where they rest on Lance’s temples, three times in succession over an over again: I-love-you I-love-you I-love-you.)
(Lance sighs, too, and squeezes his wrists gently, twice in a row, over an over again: I-know I-know I-know.
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.)
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based on this art by @intrepid-class
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chaostified · 1 year
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By the logic of the Undertale mechanics Error must be STONKED. The dude has all the money in the world I tell you, man.
He has killed so many people, he probably has enough of a fortune to go live in a surface AU and it will be enough to last him his immortal lifespan.
Think about it... Error setting up a date for Ink and him in an AU unaware of the Multiverse's existence, being able to rent an entire restaurant just for the two of them because he doesn't like crowded spaces but Ink simply once voiced that they would like to have a date like that and Error couldn't resist but be a major simp and set up the date.
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natashaslittlegirl · 1 year
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my gf napping is the cutest little thing
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mlm-blues · 7 months
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“lmao imagine liking men” OK!!! ON IT BOSS 🫡🫡🫡 it’s beautiful here
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daincrediblegg · 5 months
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OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:
You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)
BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES
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You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable
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THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION
And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.
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vivi266 · 7 months
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crabussy · 24 days
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IM GOING TO PUNCH A HOLE IN SOMEONES CAR
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thatrandomblogsays · 4 months
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Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)
Percy, listening to this on the train
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mintytrifecta · 7 months
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[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all (blank) a very pleasant (blank)" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant rosh hashanah". In front of Bugs there is a jar of honey, a stack of apples and pomegranates. In front of bug's mouth there is a shofar.]
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itsbrucey · 4 months
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Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.
Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.
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noperopesaredope · 5 months
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I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.
Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.
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andi-o-geyser · 8 months
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a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind
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kavebot · 2 months
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hes on my mind…
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noknowshame · 1 year
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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eemamminy-art · 1 month
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I love that they added these new bits of dialog about how much he likes eggs—
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I'M SORRY????
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