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#the confidence is so hot
sunshineandlyrics · 9 months
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❤️‍🔥 The absolute confidence walking onto the stage and singing The Greatest!
FITFWT Forest Hills, 29 July 2023
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apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB
apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally
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fairycosmos · 4 months
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idk i feel like women who don't conform to a conventionally feminine gender role or appearance get a lot of shit in their day to day lives and ignoring that is overlooking a huge facet of misogyny
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fearandhatred · 1 month
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it's going to be so hot when aziraphale finally lets go of all the anxiety he has about being with crowley and we can see him just. fully confident in their relationship and also in general. SO hot
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ordordordordord · 6 months
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thinking about transfem sanji and "apparently-bisexual-now" zoro.
Sanji comes back to sabaody post ts with long hair and fem presenting, yet kicks zoros ass even harder than before and he's immediately smitten.
Zoro who's never been attracted to a woman before, but now all he can think of is sanjis long hair and pretty eyes and "yeah, okay, I guess this is it now."
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varilien · 7 months
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can you pls draw vash in his really nice cute bra 🥺
teehee yeah i think i can do that :3
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(now available at my shop!)
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fictional-loving · 3 months
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when he- when- when uh... when he's big and mean and... uh... records his abuse and... um... collars me and... forcefully tattoos me... yeah . . . (view the uncensored here)
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vvynia · 3 months
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ellie is so artsy and nerdy and i feel like this fandom doesn’t play into that as much as we should (yes this does mean i’m getting 12 am ellie fic ideas). like she loves drawing and painting so much to where she feels inclined to dedicate an entire space to it, she has a connection to playing guitar deeper than the center of the earth and thicker than blood, and she reads comic books in her free time and loves space and dinosaurs.
everything about this woman screams some kind of art major and i love it. she’d probably have an etsy or tattoo shop and def wants to paint you seriously but is too shy to ask bc she’s afraid you might think its weird.
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shivroy · 10 months
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re: kendalls shitty dye job i DO think it adds to the effectiveness of his character. if he had his sexy sexy grey hair and said "cunt is as cunt does" it would make too many dicks-n'-nips hard but when he's got a wet crow laying flat on his head it's easier to tell that this man has an intermediary understanding of cunt at best
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skeletonzimms · 1 year
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hockey isn’t the most written about sport in fanfiction because the players are hot it’s because at the end of every single game they do this with their goalie
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tuituipupu · 25 days
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i want käärijä to write & release a song where he just flexes about how hot he is for 5 minutes.
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layalawson · 13 days
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shortnotsweet · 1 year
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all bets are off [1/3]
Lucemond High School AU drabble [part 2], She’s All That (1999)
“Am I a bet? Am I a bet, am I a fucking bet?”
“Yes.” It comes out quietly, which makes it all the worse. Luke would have expected Aemond to sneer and look down his long nose at him like the Hightower side of the family had for most of their lives. Luke wishes he would. It would have made it easier. Aemond’s face reflects no relish, or even satisfaction. Instead, it is pale and unreadable. Fitting, perhaps; as it turns out, Luke had read him wrong this entire time.
“Would you have told me before it was over? Before you humiliated me in public?”
The silence speaks for itself.
“Alright,” he scoffs, “that’s it, then.” The bitterness in his voice has an unfamiliar edge, and it sounds mean even to Luke, but it’s right. That’s how he feels. “You played your little game, you had your fun. I get it. It’s over.”
“No.”
“No?”
“It’s not over.”
“It is if I say it is. I don’t want anything from you, and you—you can shut up about debts, or what I owe you. We don’t have to know each other after this.” It’s true; they don’t have any classes together. They run in the same circles but that’s nothing some convenient maneuvering and strategic avoidance can’t fix. Their sides of the family voluntarily meet up for a miserable dinner once every three months and holidays. Luke can make it work.
Aemond’s remaining eye widens and his mouth thins. His face is readable now, at least; he’s livid. In a second, he lunges forward and grabs ahold of Luke’s wrist, trying to drag him back towards himself, to reel him in like he had all those months ago. Luke digs his heels into the ground instinctively, bracing away from the pressure. Luke used to like how big Aemond’s hands were in comparison to his own—the encompassing warmth, the difference in size—but now his grip tightens and locks like a handcuff, squeezing Luke’s wrist to the point of crushing. It hurts. He’s hurting him. Aemond is older and bigger than Luke, he always has been, and now he presses in like a storm cloud blocking out a clear sky.
“Luke, it wasn’t—it started like that, alright? It was like that in the beginning, but not now. It’s different now, I’m not—just look at me!” There’s something frantic in his words, the way he hovers over Luke like his shadow alone will cage him in. This isn’t the first time Aemond has struck the flight instinct in him, or the urge to fight, but it resonates through Luke’s core nonetheless. There is too much of him near. “I would’t have told you because there’s nothing to tell, not anymore.” Luke cranes his neck to peer over Aemond’s shoulder, searching out the best escape route. “It’s not over. You don’t mean that. We just…this is a rough patch, that’s all. It doesn’t matter how it started, it matters what it is. It’s good now, isn’t it? I’m good for you, I can be whatever you need, I’ll keep you happy. You like me, right? I know you do. I know you like me. Just get in the car, and we’ll talk about this later. Not now. Not like this. Look at me, don’t—don’t be like this. Luke.”
“I’m going home.”
“No. It’s late. You’re going back with me.”
“Let go.”
“Not until you listen.”
“Get off of me,” he snarls, launching himself backwards and ripping out of Aemond’s grasp. “Don’t touch me.” Aemond rears back at this rejection.
“Who else is going to do it? Lonely little Luke, eating lunch alone. Stupid, useless, weak. Can’t play sports, can’t speak in Debate Club, Mommy pays his tuition. He almost wets his pants when someone pulls the fire alarm. Who else is going to touch you, other than me?” Aemond’s mouth curls into a grin; he’s done it before, all sly and cruel. It looks ugly. He never changed, did he? How did Luke never see it before? “You didn’t fuck, didn’t drink at house parties, didn’t go to the beach past bedtime—hell, you probably never rode in a car without buckling the seatbelt. You were so eager for it, and I took you so easily. No one else could do that. No one else can touch you now, not like I can.”
It would have been true five months ago. Poor, common-looking Luke, who blended in with the walls, kept his head down, and startled at car alarms. That Luke was surrounded by gems, by brothers and uncles and friends who excelled at something, who carved names out for themselves. The Luke from five months ago would have balked at this, would have shrunk into himself and cowed to the truth. That Luke thought no one watched him, but he would’ve known if he just looked up. The Luke from now knows what the truth is, for the first time, and it’s nothing that comes out of Aemond’s mouth. Luke knows himself better than he ever has, and knows Aemond like he never wanted to before.
“I don’t think that’ll be any trouble, Uncle. Don’t worry about me,” Luke snorts out without thinking. “If I need someone to give me a ride, it won’t have to be you.” It doesn’t. It won’t. “I can buckle my own seatbelt; better yet, someone else can buckle it for me.” The uncle in question stills.
“Say that again.” He blinks, a curious expression settling over his features. “Say that again.”
“I said, it doesn’t have to be you. Other people will touch me. You’re not the only one around here with a working dick and something to prove. You lost an eye, not an ear. I should’t have to repeat myse—” before he can even finish the sentence, Aemond grabs him again, fingers curling over his shoulders like talons. Luke’s breath stops in his throat. Aemond’s face is so close they could kiss. Instead of leaning into it like he might have a few hours ago, Luke cringes backwards. Never again. The wounded expression on Aemond’s face gives him some satisfaction, but then his mouth morphs into a snarl and Luke would bet anything—his mother’s money, his own life, or whatever Aemond must’ve taken when he made that bet in the first place—that both of his eyes are glowing right now. The prosthetic below the patch shines like a jewel in its socket anyway, but the working eyeball in his head works furiously, searching across Luke’s face for something.
“What did you say, you little shit?” Aemond seethes. “Is there someone else? You have someone else, you were thinking about someone else?” he hisses into Luke’s face and furiously shakes him like a child would a broken toy. “Who is it?” he demands, sounding desperate now. “When? Is it Stark? Aegon? Greyjoy, that waterlogged rat? Daeron? Did one of them touch you—did you let them? Did they kiss you? Tell me, you fucking bastard.” Luke tells him the truth.
“That’s not your business anymore.”
“Not my business? Not—hah, not my business?” He’s so angry he’s spitting. “Of course it’s my business. It always has been. You’ve always—always, there’s never been a time when—you little idiot. Don’t you get it? You’re mi—”
Luke slaps him.
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npd-jesus · 1 month
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Narcs that kiss their reflections in the mirror are extremely fucking sexy btw
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egophiliac · 1 year
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surprise! here's some Ex-Aid!
deliberately not saving this for either holiday, because...that feels like it would be weird? let's pour one out for Poppy and Dan and their bizarro mobius strip of a family dynamic. 🫗
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leathfaic · 1 year
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i love hc where ghost is anxious and overprotective of soap. gets scared when they are not on the same mission ect
but I also love simon "as long as my lover got something vaguely explosive close by he'll be fine" riley who is as confident in his johnny's abilities as he is in his own. he saw the fireworks soap lit while working his way through las almas. he's not scared, he knows soap will be in his arms soon enough maybe slightly singed but not worse for the wear
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