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poiub55 · 2 months
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when someone brings up a hand or a tissue to cover, but they hold it far enough away that it's basically a token gesture and they just end up sneezing vaguely towards it and being completely ineffectual at covering in any way
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detectivechen · 11 months
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The Vinyl Countdown: Okay, here's how this works. When it's your turn, you pull a record from the crate in front of you. Then you'll have to get your partner to guess the band or artist listed on that record.
THAT'S MY JAM (2021) presented by Jimmy Fallon Ep 206 ft. Chloe Bailey & Adam Lambert
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jolteonmchale · 1 year
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harlowhockeystick · 1 year
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Midnight Rain & Sidney Crosby! 🫶
meet me at midnight | contains: fem!reader, a n g s t (yk it's my jam) | "and he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv"
i've been wanting to test this water for a while (the water of news reporter reader). i'm taking the opportunity, if you want me to rewrite i will!
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sidney has done everything in his power to avoid you. you, your friends, your friends friends, your coworkers- anything that involves you, he has tried his absolute best to avoid you. but all that work for the past four months went up in flames as he sat down on his couch, and turned his tv on.
it was simple, it was out of habit. sitting down late at night, a glass of bourbon in his hand while he propped his feet up on the coffee table and turned the damn tv on. there he saw you, in your solid blue dress that he liked so much, hair straightened, red lipstick on, sitting behind the reporters desk.
you were on his tv, you might as well have been right in his living room. sidney couldn't even tell what you were saying, his gaze was so transfixed on your face, on your body, on how the camera did change some of your appearance but not all of it. for a moment, just a teeny tiny moment, a grin came on his face and he missed you.
he missed you, for just a second, he missed you. he missed the smell of your perfume and how he could smell it on his blankets. he missed how you'd always greet him with a little poke to the arm or side. he missed when you'd come in his house and go straight to the fridge to grab a drink. he missed how you would, no matter how many times he told you not to, parked a couple houses down from his. he didn't think it was safe.
but then he remembered. he remembered the pain and hurt you caused him. he remembered the pure agony and sadness he went through for a solid month; he's still going through it. the pain of the breakup of the woman he thought he was going to marry...nothing compares.
he remembered and the frown quickly went away. he hadn't thought of you in at least a few weeks and then he sees you on his tv, and now he knows he's gonna need at least three more glasses of bourbon to go to sleep tonight.
he controls himself by turning off the television and taking a deep breath. he finishes the glass that he just poured to only go make another, and another, and another. by the third glass he's huffing up the stairs with every step he takes.
sidney turns on a movie to distract his mind to go to sleep, but he's angry in his dreams too. he sees you in his dreams, and he dreams of yelling and screaming and throwing things, but he knows that in real life he could never do that. no matter how much he was hurt by you, he couldn't bring himself to do that in person. so, he does it in his dreams. where he then dreams of getting over you, but he knows that won't happen for a while.
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sidewalk-cracks · 1 year
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Alright, consider Danny being affected by a ghost with mind powers or something- his perception of reality has been completely twisted and warped. He's hallucinating left and right, seeing and hearing things that aren't there, and it's nightmarish stuff that's working him into a panic attack tizzy. Vlad's there for this occasion- they'd teamed up, begrudgingly, to fight the ghost, because he was causing some serious problems for Amity, and he'd even tried controlling Vlad, who had not taken kindly to such an attempted violation. Said ghost has since been dealt with, banished back to the ghost zone (and likely Walker's prison), but unfortunately not before he'd been able to sink his claws into Danny's mind. They know for a fact that his power will fade away with a little time, but right now Danny's decidedly Not Vibing.
He's literally in the throes of a violent panic attack, probably because all he can see is Dan, lurking in the shadows of his peripheral, Dan, killing his loved ones, Dan, setting Amity on fire— but Vlad doesn't know this. After a moment of hesitation, he decides it's easier to just let Danny sleep through it, as they've seen that that works. So he knocks him out as (relatively) gently as he can, and carries him back to his house.
Maddie and Jack are away on a ghost hunting trip (which is another problem Vlad fully intends to address, once Danny's okay) and Jazz is at college, so Vlad doesn't have to worry about extra complications. He gets Danny dumped in his bed and was originally planning on just leaving, but,, the ghost's been dealt with. Everyone's been rescued from its powers, except for Danny. Vlad really doesn't have anywhere else to be... So he ends up sitting a quiet vigil in Danny's desk chair, making sure nothing else goes awry and Danny makes it out alright.
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d-criss-news · 1 year
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One Song, Many Genres: Darren Criss Performs "Toxic" by Britney Spears
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sequentialprophet · 1 year
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The Dark Order really said we’re gonna step for you even when you don’t deserve it.
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faytelumos · 1 year
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Lucky, pt2
spicy (mild)
cw: self deprecation
previous
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Sidekick stayed still, unwilling to move too much for risk of breaking anything. The loveseat was plush and squishy, but they were too anxious to sit back and relax. And they didn't want to presume anything.
They squeezed their hands tighter between their knees when they remembered how they'd pulled on Supervillain's cloak. How they'd pulled and begged Supervillain not to do anything, being dragged into the elevator, completely powerless. Supervillain's eyes had darkened in a way that still made Sidekick shiver hours later, all just because Sidekick had mentioned they didn't like working with Hero.
Stupid. They were always so stupid around Supervillain. They should have kept their mouth shut.
By the time the elevator car had reached the main office again, the doors slamming open with a harsh crash, Sidekick had huddled in the back corner. Supervillain had moved like a force of nature, towering over Hero as desks and dividers rushed in to pin them in place. Sidekick had watched with nauseating guilt as Supervillain grabbed Hero by the coat. As they lifted Hero off of the ground, the furniture scattering like bugs. As they growled, low and menacing like the breath of a leopard.
Supervillain had been a different person to Hero. They were rough, unforgiving, mean. Sidekick hunched their shoulders harder, looking down and gritting their teeth. Part of them…. They hated it. But part of them had liked seeing Hero afraid.
They had to remember they were lucky to work with Hero.
Supervillain stepped into the living room. They had changed into a dark, silky, floor-length robe. Sidekick watched, leaning back so as to be out-of-the-way, as Supervillain padded gracefully to the couch. They held out their hand, and only then did Sidekick notice the two mugs they were holding, both steaming. The one they were offering was white and said, "blood of my enemies" on it. Sidekick hesitated briefly before reaching out and taking it. It was warm, almost hot, and when Supervillain let go of it to allow Sidekick to have it, they lowered the cup to find it had hot chocolate in it. Not blood.
They let out a soft sigh of relief before Supervillain sat down beside them.
Sidekick stayed very still. Supervillain leaned back, propping a leg on their knee, and looked at Sidekick. Sidekick stayed very focused on their drink, but they could feel Supervillain's gaze warmly grazing their hair.
"If you hold the cup to both palms," Supervillain uttered, "it will make you feel better." Their voice was quiet and smooth, and it spawned thoughts of warm cream and a comforter blanket.
They adjusted their grip on the cup to hold it evenly in both hands. The heat did feel nice, and Supervillain shifted beside them. They were close.
"It's a wonder how much hot coco helps the body relax," Supervillain whispered. They took a sip, and Sidekick glanced up in time to see their throat move, to see them lick the coco off of their lips, dark eyes on the cup. "I think it's the warmth."
That molten gaze snapped onto Sidekick, deep and mesmerizing under thick, dark lashes. Sidekick was suddenly very aware of their own body, the way their upper back ached from being hunched forward, the hairs caught on their lashes, the trembling in their hands, the dryness of their mouth, the pounding of their heart. Supervillain didn't let up, didn't let go, watching Sidekick evenly for the longest moment. Sidekick wished they could hear Supervillain breathing over the noise in their ears. Then Supervillain blinked and looked down to their own mug. They took a dainty sip as if nothing at all had happened.
Sidekick let go of a sigh they had been holding onto. They looked down to their cup. Supervillain moved out of the corner of their eye, and they stayed perfectly still. Soft, rounded nails caressed the skin beside Sidekick's eye, freeing the hair stuck to their lashes and trailing over their temple before tucking it behind their ear. They let their eyes slide closed, the sensation calming the trembles in their fingers.
"I'm not going to eat you," Supervillain whispered tenderly. Sidekick started to nod, but stopped when gentle nails grazed their hairline, over their scalp, into their hair. It sent tingles all the way down their back, and they shivered for it. Supervillain huffed, and Sidekick flinched and looked up to them, causing Supervillain to pull their hand back like they'd scared a horse.
But Supervillain's look was… sweet. Fond.
L… loving.
Sidekick's throat ached. They looked down at their hot chocolate, then at the coffee table. They set the mug down on a coaster just before their vision got too blurry.
Please, they did not want to be crying again….
"Oh, darling," Supervillain whispered, setting their own mug down. Sidekick frantically wiped their tears, but Supervillain was already sliding a warm hand over their cheek. They thumbed away tears, moving closer to Sidekick, and they held both sides of Sidekick's face and gently lifted their gaze.
Sidekick sniffed, one hand hesitantly resting on Supervillain's. It was very quiet in the room. Sidekick would have been distracted by the sound of their own breathing if Supervillain's eyes weren't so pretty. Almost black. With little strings of dark brown.
"Are you okay, precious?" Supervillain breathed. Sidekick swallowed dryly, sore around the fading lump in their throat. They nodded carefully, resting their hand on Supervillain's. It felt selfish to touch them like this, but they wanted it so badly. Supervillain was close, and Sidekick couldn't help the glance to their lips; thin, soft-looking, parted ever so. Supervillain brushed a thumb over their cheekbone and Sidekick looked again to their eyes. Supervillain pet their cheek again, searching their gaze. Sidekick felt their face warming in a blush, and wishing it would stop only made it worse. They swallowed again, forcing their breathing to be slow. But when Supervillain's eyes slid to Sidekick's lips, they lost that fight.
Sidekick was shaking again, a fine tremble that seemed to buzz in their limbs. Supervillain's hands were soft and warm, surrounding Sidekick's face. But they wanted more — it was so selfish, but they wanted to be surrounded by Supervillain's arms, too. They wanted to be close, swimming in Supervillain's warmth, in their touch — they wanted to drown in it.
Supervillain's lips parted further, and they withdrew a hand to caress the backs of their long fingers over Sidekick's jaw. Sidekick was painfully aware of their own breathing as Supervillain inhaled to speak.
"Would it be okay if I kissed you?"
Sidekick flinched, they huffed, they may have even made a tiny whimper. Everything about them was suddenly overwhelmingly loud, and they licked their lips and nodded as they closed their eyes to block it out.
"Are you sure?" Supervillain breathed. Sidekick nodded again.
"Yes," they whispered, and in that moment they didn't care how whiny it sounded. Supervillain moved, and Sidekick felt a warm breath on their lips, and suddenly the room was deadly silent.
Supervillain held their face delicately, their breath warm on Sidekick's face. Sidekick opened their mouth slightly, inviting, listening to the soft swish of Supervillain's robe. Sidekick inhaled quietly when soft lips closed around theirs, a fragile kiss on their top lip. Supervillain was slow, and they supped a little before pulling back.
Sidekick held Supervillain's hand just a little tighter. It was selfish, they knew it was self-centered and greedy, but that couldn't be it, please, that couldn't be all —
Supervillain tipped Sidekick's head up just slightly, fingers caressing under their jaw, the couch whispering as Supervillain shifted their weight and closed their lips across Sidekick's.
Warm, soft, careful. Sidekick kissed back cautiously, trying not to ask for too much. Supervillain moved, their lips going away, and Sidekick whimpered. Supervillain slid a hand into Sidekick's hair, around their neck, leaning in and kissing earnestly.
Sidekick held Supervillain's hands, panting, trembling. Supervillain was so gentle and tender, even when Sidekick whined, even when they pushed a little into Supervillain and chased their lips. Sidekick's skin tingled, and it only got more intense when Supervillain let out an aborted moan. Sidekick felt like there was electricity in their blood, and they gasped and leaned in harder.
Supervillain held Sidekick and pulled away just enough. Sidekick was panting, and it took them a moment to realize Supervillain was out of breath, too. The realization drew another sound from their throat.
"You're beautiful," Supervillain panted. Sidekick blushed. It wasn't true. "You deserve the world," Supervillain went on, their voice lower now, raspy. Sidekick shivered. Supervillain leaned slightly in, and Sidekick just wanted another kiss, just wanted to get lost again, but Supervillain held them back. When they spoke again, their voice was dark, determined — the low growl of a hunting panther. "And I'm going to give you everything."
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Thank you @those-damn-snippets for your kind comment! >///<
I hope you like this, I kind of ended up writing it for me. @_@
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datshitrandom · 1 year
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Darren Criss appears on NBC’s “That’s My Jam” | “Patti LaBelle & Billy Porter vs. Sarah Hyland & Darren Criss” | March 14th, 2013 | 📸 by Evans Vestal Ward/NBC
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anime-gamer-92 · 11 months
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Alexa Bliss
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alexablissfrance · 11 months
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Photo de Lexi avec The Miz & Jimmy Fallon du tournage de That’s My Jam.
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kavaeric · 1 year
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Is there a name for that more recent genre of video games a la Kerbal Space Programme? The kinds of games which combine a beginner-friendly build interface with shockingly accurate physics that you can try out designing things to then test in a sandbox environment, usually focusing on simplifying a relatively complex thing such that you don't need to be an engineer to understand engineering/design concepts at play
I'm thinking KSP for spaceflight of course, but also how:
Sprocket: Tank Design is for tanks and armoured war vehicles
Ultimate Admiral: Dreadnoughts for warships
Beam.NG & Automation for cars and road vehicles
PC Building Simulator for desktop computers
SimplePlanes for aeroplanes and the like, but simple
Poly Bridge for bridges, also quite simple and lighthearted
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jolteonmchale · 1 year
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supermarvelgirl15 · 1 year
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When they started playing the Daredevil Theme
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Anybody else hit the beat every time that spicy horn arrangement kicks up in TAS?
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When I first started watching it was like:
*My partner and I getting the ever loving shit startled out of us by sudden blasts of horn*
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My partner: That scared the good outta me. Jesus, that's a meaty horn arrangement.
*A few days later*
Me: Oh the action gettin thiccc they about to bust out my jam!
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*Dabs in perfect unison to every single horn blast*
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I probably should not be having this much fun as a 33 year old adult watching a child's sci fi TV show from 1973. But I won't be stopped.
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d-criss-news · 1 year
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FallonTonight: .@Sarah_Hyland and @DarrenCriss are ready for tonight. #ThatsMyJam
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