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respectthepetty · 2 months

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Every time I see your banner, I'm reminded how savage Chay was for blocking Kim's number. Then I remember Porsche saying that Chay told him to quit, or he would cut him off, and I fully believe that boy would! Although, with Porsche being the provider, I'm not sure how Chay would cut him off, but I am certain he would find a way to do it!

Anon, one of my KinnPorsche's post was about how KimChay were the most terrifying couple on the show.

Kim was a killing machine, and Porchay would distract people with his baby face only to threaten them and actually follow through!

No disrespect to the other couples but Kinn x Porsche and Vegas x Pete got distracted and had (non)consensual workplace relationships, while Kim x Porchay never lost sight of their focus. Kim was there for answers, and Porchay was there for his idol, so once Kim got his answers and Porchay realized his idol was a LIAR, both were holding grudges (which is why this image has been my banner since 2022!).

Because I respect. the. petty!

Which is also why I shipped Porchay with Macau because Porchay would have owned Macau, and Macau would have THRIVED under Porchay's control!

These two never even shared a scene together, but I know Porchay would have casually mentioned, just once, that he knows Macau's actions at the koi pond got Porsche choked out while petting Macau's hair in bed, and Macau would have immediately gotten up, gotten in his car, and drove to Porsche's to apologize to him AGAIN, then grabbed Porchay's favorite meal on the way back to Porchay with some flowers and a new guitar already ordered.

Macau was baby coded.

Porchay was "keep fucking with me and find out" coded.

And I still ship it!

#kinnporsche #macauchay #I still ship it #porchay was everything to me #when he blocked Kim I applauded #then I screenshotted it #and made it my banner #I loved it!#He is vicious in a different way #he'll die with his grudges #and I respect that

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happysadyoyo · 3 months

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Me, to myself every day: I am so stressed about school school school school gotta do school

Me, to my fnaf sb roleplay server:

making a list of fears that the animatronics would be targeted by/what they would become avatars of through the virus in order to combat them.

... wait I know someone who loves the DCA and the Spiral who might be interested in this

@pillowspace

#moon isn't the web avatar because I love him but virus moon is incredibly straightforward #there's no conniving or greater thought going on behind them eyes #but moon being afraid of getting caught in someone else's web?#then turning on that fear by hunting those who he thinks would control him/sun and getting a vicious glee from it?#yes #screenshot transcribed in alt text #most normal pizzaplex in ohio #tma au #fnaf au

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ethanhuntfemmefatale · 5 months

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does anyone want to see pictures (screenshots) of the prettiest princess in the whole wide world (frank tj mackey who was played by tom cruise in magnolia 1999)

actually who cares its my blog

and my personal favorite

#forever and always im thinking about her #<3 #these images are like. not an accurate depiction of frank mackey even a little bit but these were the moments where i was #compelled to take screenshots as if his beauty was forcing my hand. anybody who says his hair doesn't look good in that movie #is spreading vicious slander #tc posting #magnolia 1999

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yonebutfafner-plus-otherfandoms · 7 months

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Why is Ran so mean like who taught this kid these words 😭😭😭😭😭

#i love him but damn he can be vicious LMAO #khun ran #tog #tower of god #khun hachuling #tower of god new world #tog game #screenshot

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rule-number-3 · 2 years

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Practicing canon trolls with my favorite Bular moment

#bular the butcher #bular the vicious #but hes so happy #trollhunters #toa #tales of arcadia #gumm gumm #screenshot redraw #i made a thing #my art style

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cocktailjjrs · 11 months

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I’ve been going down Soukoku rabbit hole for a few weeks now....anticipating their next in person interaction....which i was expecting in 108, but instead we got 107.5 and a pov change....which i can’t say was surprising, because leaving skk (or sskk or zskk or literally any interaction!) hanging has been a veryyyyyy frequent occurrence.... and then i saw season 5 trailer and.....I am confused

Bsd trailer spoilers (Do we even need spoiler warning for trailers?)

my first thought after looking at this Dazai was - damn, he is so fucking fine, because look at him.....

He’s sooooo pretty!!!!! His Partner must be soooo Lucky!!!

And then the reality smacked me in the face, because his partner looks like -

So like, Yeah....

Now i’m confused who is the lucky one here is....

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absentlyabbie · 2 years

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normal and understandable: being disappointed and coming to dislike celebrities and public figures you'd developed a parasocial attachment to when you learn of bad opinions, significant judgement errors, or unbecoming behaviors/choices, possibly leading you to no longer want to engage with their future endeavors or even past works

concerning and a personal issue you gotta work out for yourself, dude: taking the bad behavior/opinions/mistakes of public personalities you attached to as a personal betrayal and engaging in outsize and vindictive reactions, often in a shared and public way that creates a negative feedback loop intensifying these outsize and vindictive reactions to unhealthy and cruel degrees

#reblogging a meme or twitter screenshot burn or joke or two?#a pretty average vent of schadenfreude to process one's disappointment or displeasure #obsessively following the commentary and encouraging bigger and more vicious reactions in one another?#my dude my bruh my buddy pal you need to step back and take a chill and reassess why you have taken this so personally #and then recognize that feeling personally hurt is valid but still a you-problem and that total stranger's drama is not actually about you #so it's something to process on your own and sort through rather than project angrily through an internet megaphone perhaps

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soul-invictus · 1 year

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Everything was wrong about this place. I could almost feel it on the tip of my tongue - the taste is red and rust. Pitch-black corners. Bloody-red optics. You shouldn't be there, you should be scared. Curiosity killed every cat in this city.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk2077 v #cyberpunk2077 oc #oc: vicious #female v #fem v #jackie welles #maelstrom #cp2077 #cp2077 photomode #cp2077 screenshots #virtual photography

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astarioffsimpmain · 2 months

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Unsolicited Affections (Part 1)

[Screenshots and Tav, Ban, by the lovely @brabblesblog]

Halsin x Plus Size F!Reader

Warnings: Body insecurity; internalized fatphobia; otherwise, floof (for now)

Synopsis: Your growing feelings for Halsin can no longer be ignored. Even so, that doesn't mean you don't try for your poor heart's sake. However, Halsin keeps bringing you closer, and you aren't sure how much longer you can take it without confessing... even though confessing is your worst fear.

Author's Note: Thank you so much to @brabblesblog for taking these screenshots and allowing me to use Ban in the header! For all readers, there will be a Part 2 to this fic and it will be the smut you all requested from the poll I took! This became a super duper indulgent fic for me, as I struggle with all of the insecurities the reader struggles with here. But I hope this little 2 part creation can act as a balm for anyone who has ever struggled with their bodily image, or wondered if they'd ever be seen as beautiful. This one's for you; for us. <3

Part 2 Here

The battle had been bloody. Grime and viscera was spread across each body, hair color lost in deep dyes of red in the wake of the victory. You and your companions trudged back to camp in silence; exhausted. You had failed to obtain what the battle had been fought for in the first place, and you were certain that your mood was soured for the rest of the evening. Upon reentering your campground, Gale was the first to greet you all, thankful to see that everyone was alive, albeit roughed up; obvious disappointment creased his features for a moment when you told him the news that you had failed to obtain the magical object you had set out for, but he hid it behind an understanding smile and ushered you to sit by the fire as he finished dinner.

You had reasoned that if the Netherese Orb in Gale's chest required the consumption of magic to remain stable, that the more powerful the object, the longer it would sate him. So you had taken a group and set out for the most powerful magical object in your direct vicinity - the Circlet of Blasting. You had recognized it the day previous on the head of a Drow with several of its companions near the Myconid colony in the Underdark. Once you found them again, you approached to inquire whether you could cough up enough gold to take it off their hands, but when they turned and pierced you with vicious red eyes that gleamed back at your group with a reflectiveness like a cat's, you knew gold would not satisfy them. And as they drew their daggers, you were proven correct, and the battle had begun.

You slumped over on the log next to the fire, too exhausted to properly stow your weight, as you removed your armor piece by piece. The second person to approach you carried a warm bowl of stew and placed it gently into your palms. The hands were tender and gentle, and much too large to belong to anyone but your favorite Archdruid. You raised your weary head to meet his beautiful bright green eyes, creased with worry, but soft with care as he lowered himself to the ground beside your legs, his muscular arm grazing the now-bare skin of your thigh as he adjusted. A flutter ran through your stomach at the contact, but you clamped down on it before you could get carried away. You knew his kindness was platonic. It had to be. Halsin was simply…kind.

The tell-tale signs of complicated and painful feelings had risen within your chest since rescuing Halsin from the goblins, and although you had tried to deny them, recently it had proven impossible. But while you finally admitted to yourself that you had fallen for his disarming smile, the scratch of his well-worn fingertips against your softer skin, and how passionately he cared about every living creature in nature, you refused to admit it to anyone else. You would be sparing yourself that embarrassment this time around. Your chest ached, remembering the many times you'd fallen for someone and approached them with this truth, only to be turned away over and over again. Inwardly, you snarled, blaming the extra plush your body carried for your lack of luck in love. Whether the objects of your affection had been kind, polite, or downright rude, there was always a moment in which their eyes would quickly rake your body up and down before delivering their blow. Perhaps they didn't even recognize that they did it, but you saw. You always saw.

So, while you knew Halsin would never be unkind to you, you had been trying to make peace with the very probable fact that he would only ever see you as a friend - never quite attractive enough to be anything more. It was something you were used to, but it never seemed to dull the throbbing pain in your heart whenever you thought on it too long. There was a part of you, somewhere deep, that knew you were not at fault; that knew you were not to blame; that perhaps if they had deigned to look beyond the surface for even a moment, that they would have seen how genuine your heart was, and how they never would have had to go without affection, love, or loyalty should they have chosen you. You weren't without this enlightenment, but the constant dissatisfaction of, or concern for, the body you carried from those around you - from well-meaning friends to pushy strangers - weighed heavy on your tired mind.

This moment around the fire was no exception, your burning desire to curl around Halsin's broad shoulders like a cat and purr was strong, but overshadowed by the fear of rejection. You had him near, but pulling him too close was to risk sending him far away, and you weren't sure you'd be able to stand it were that to occur. An icy shudder ran through you at the mere thought of Halsin retracting his warmth from your side. "- giving you a chill?" His dulcet voice pulled you back to reality like a line reeling you in, but you caught only his last few words.

"What?" You said, blinking as his image in your eyes grew sharper again. "Apologies, my mind was far away."

"No worries." He chuckled. "I merely asked if the night air was giving you a chill. You were shaking, my heart."

My heart.

You melted a little. The nickname was fairly new. The first time he had called you that had been two mornings prior, after a late start and a quick bath in the bioluminescent pools near your campsite in the Underdark. You had come trudging back to camp in clothes that were quickly dampening due to being pressed against your still wet skin, wringing your hair out ferociously as you tried to hurry to catch up with everyone else's progress. You had just started to wrench your boots up over your clinging pants when Halsin had approached you, laying a warm hand against your wet-stained shirt. You had startled, your head snapping up to his in a surprised daze.

"Slow down." He had said, running a soothing hand down your bent spine and back up, sending full bodied shocks through you like tidal waves. "You needn't worry, my heart. We will wait for you."

As the memory warmed your cheeks, you cleared your throat and averted your eyes, praying he couldn't see the thoughts lingering just inside the colors of your irises. "No, I'm alright. Just- just a bit weak from not eating all day. Thank you, for bringing me this." You finally acknowledged the bowl in your hands and raised it a little.

"Of course. Please, eat. I hear from the others that you had a rough skirmish. I implore you to let me check you over once you've finished your stew."

Ignoring the way your heart jumped dangerously near to your throat, you nodded silently, opting instead to pick up the wooden spoon in the bowl and begin to eat. It was one of Halsin's spoons; one he whittled. It was smooth and beautiful and easy to hold. Almost all of the cutlery in camp had been fashioned by Halsin, and several of the stools you kept as well. It was his hobby and his form of relief, to create things with his hands. Subconsciously, you glanced down to where the hands in question rested on his knees; large and rough, his hands had seen it all and done it all through his 300 plus years of life, and you couldn't help but quietly admire how much they had learned and lost in the process. And after all of that, he chose to create beauty with those hands that knew so much. It made your heart clench with a new wave of affection. You swallowed hard, as if the feelings would force their way back down in the same way as the contents of your bowl.

Again, you were drawn back from your reverie by the Druid's movements, one of his hands moving from his lap to yours. His palm came down to rest flat on your thigh, only a thin layer of fabric left to separate the blazing heat from your skin. You barely suppressed a gasp of surprise at the sudden contact, feeling much more intimate than it probably was, and locked eyes with Halsin, whose brow was worried into wrinkles. "You seem more distant than usual, are you sure you're alright?" He said, his thumb taking a slow drag across your leg, sending your poor heart racing in your chest.

"Yes," you managed to respond, rather breathlessly. "I- I'm alright." Even you weren't convinced by your attempt at deflection, and Halsin's frown only deepened.

"When you've finished your stew, come find me by my tent. I will have some healing herbs waiting for you." He said sternly and you nodded silently. His eyes softened at your wide-eyed expression and he reached up to gingerly tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Promise me you will come." He murmured quietly, his eyes never leaving yours, and your heart stuttered wildly in your chest.

"I promise." You replied, and a soft smile graced his lips. He nodded in return and stood up, brushing himself off before walking back towards his tent.

"Gods," you muttered under your breath, pressing your palm to your chest in an effort to keep your pounding heart inside.

"You've been given the perfect opportunity, darling." A voice chimed lyrically behind you, and you turned your head to find Astarion eyeing you appreciatively. "Don't waste it." He grinned widely, putting his fangs on display as he did so.

"Shut up, Astarion." You mumbled, your face heating as you pressed your hands over your eyes. You only hoped you wouldn't make a fool of yourself.