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caesurah-tblr · 2 years
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I’m all for golden retriever boyfriend Dylan, but I’ve realized I prefer to write golden retriever boyfriend Ryan. Like Ryan loves his bf so much and just wants to see him happy and will do anything to make him smile, even at the expense of his own embarrassment. He sees how Dylan struggles and he wants to take that weight off his shoulders so he’s always following him around, ready to offer any advice Dylan could want, ready to do anything it takes to take his mind off the bad stuff (👀👀). Ryan is, at heart, a hopeless romantic and he’s hopelessly in love with this goofy boy who he always wants to smile.
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notdysfunk · 3 months
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Got that somniphobia book for christmas and this idea came to LMFAO
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beanghostprincess · 6 months
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usopp: what kind of men do you prefer?
zoro: my captain
usopp: and you, torao? what kind of men do you prefer?
law: zoro's captain
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hephaestn · 2 months
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Alexander and Hephaestion in Film/TV throughout the years.
Alexander the Great (Robert Rossen, 1956)
Adventure Story (Rudolph Cartier, 1961)
Alexander (Oliver Stone, 2004)
Young Alexander the Great (Jalal Merhi, 2010)
Alexander, the Great (Terra X, 2014)
Ancient Empires (History Channel, 2023)
Alexander: The Making of a God (Netflix, 2024)
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themarginalthinker · 9 months
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completely normal thoughts on how one line in The Lost Boys changed the entire fucking view of the Boys
very totally normal how before, for nearly 90% of the rest of the movie was just 'bad boy vampire bikers' and 'wouldst thou like to live to sick 80s rock backdrop and leather' and 'come to the dark side of your lust and aggression'
but then
in the last fifteen minutes
Paul says something that a horror movie monster shouldn't, and it forever altered how every watcher viewed the supposed antagonists of this story and sparked every fix-it fic I've yet read in this fandom
"You killed Marko."
the pain. the accusation. the revenge for what we can only now see as a fallen family member
very, very normal thoughts.
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hazardparadox · 2 months
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HEYYYYY!! WANNA SEE LANDOSCAR AS CATS???
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themissingmango · 8 months
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Bradley/Jake sleepin’ cuz I got two vaccines this morning and I’m tired 😴
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kissingagrumpygiant · 6 months
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twirl for me babygirls 🫵👯‍♀️
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quehecke · 19 days
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shidou lineart wip uhhh
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bugbxyjunk · 10 months
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menamennnen boys otsboysboys boys????? gusys guys boy kisses boy love men hair man chests man boys boy thigh mman thighs thighs boysboysboys menmen
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bapple117 · 23 days
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Chapter 6 of Bluest Monday is now up!
A Radiostatic fic set in the 80s ~ AO3 Link! 18+
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Here's a snippet!
The heat is overbearing; it seeps into their skin, making it prickle and sting. Alastor is grouchy with it, resenting the fact he has to acknowledge bodily sensations such as sweating. It is the first time either of them has cursed their damnation.
“This infernal heat,” Alastor groans. “I can’t take much more of it.”
Vox murmurs an agreement without looking up; his screen is off, but he is sentient. Conserving energy. 
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Vox says, voice low and sleepy.
“Well I’m not going to sit here nude as a babe, like you,” Alastor says, affronted. “I at least still have some decorum.”
Vox laughs. 
“You’re making it worse for yourself for no reason,” he says. “Just take your fuckin’ sweater off, at least.”
Alastor huffs; he relents. 
“Fine,” he says, lifting his sweater off in a rush. 
Alastor rolls his shirt sleeves up; he does feel a little better. Vox’s head is ringing. The TV Demon feels ill-equipped to deal with any kind of raised temperature; his mind feels sludgy and buzzes with static. He moans a little with the displeasure of feeling so depleted. The Radio Demon eyes his partner then; he slips from the sofa to join him on the floor. Alastor notices, as he always does, the smattering of faint scars on Vox’s blue skin. 
“I remember you getting that one,” Alastor muses idly. 
“What?” Vox mutters, screen still off.
“That one,” Alastor says, poking at a scar on Vox’s ribcage. “This scar.”
Vox startles; his screen is on immediately. 
“Jesus, Al,” he says. “Don’t do that!”
But Vox is laughing, then, too; Alastor grins. 
“I don’t,” Vox says. “Remember, I mean.”
“That’s unusual, for you,” Alastor says, eyebrows raised. “Hmm.”
Vox lies back again, sighing with a mixture of heat-exhaustion and contentedness. His screen powers down with a wooomvvphff. 
“Tell me,” he says. 
Alastor smiles. 
“It was 1958. Early days,” Alastor muses. “We’d only known each other, what? Three years at that point?”
“Mmm,” Vox murmurs; he flaps over a hand to Alastor lazily. 
Alastor takes his partner’s hand in his own pair. He starts to fiddle with Vox’s claws; a regular bit of comforting casual contact between them now. 
“You got yourself into some scrap at the that bar we used to go to all the time. Do you remember the name?” Alastor says. 
Vox thinks; his head is so thick with hot frazzled wires and jagged signals that his memory fails him.
“No,” he mumbles. 
“No matter,” Alastor says. “It’s not the point. Anyway, some loan shark pulled a knife on you. Stabbed you, right here.”
Alastor fingers the scar again, gently tracing it. It’s slightly raised on Vox’s skin. The TV Demon knew the touch was coming this time - he doesn’t flinch. 
“I took you back to my apartment for the first time,” Alastor muses, smiling. “You were so excited.”
Vox laughs. 
“Don’t tease me, Al,” he says. “I was not.”
“You were!” Alastor laughs. “You were gripping your side, bleeding out, looking around my apartment like it was Wonderland or something. You kept thanking me for having you over, while you got blood over everything.”
Vox laughs again; his screen comes back on. He grins at Alastor, side eyeing him. 
“I was a bit starstruck,” he admits bashfully. “You had a much nicer place than mine. At the time.”
“Mmm,” Alastor agrees. “And then I stitched you up. You were very brave about it.”
Vox rolls his eyes. 
“So very brave,” Alastor teases. “My bravest little receiver.” 
Vox snatches his hand away; Alastor paws at him for it back. Vox concedes with a pleased sigh. 
“It’s too fucking hot,” Vox says, pointlessly. “I feel like shit.”
The sound of traffic thrums from outside, like white noise, loud and full of friction. Living in the inner city makes the heat feel so much worse; all of that extra warmth generated from cars and tarmac and buildings, densely packed together. Congested. Vehicles beep loudly; traffic is bad. The sound gives Vox an idea - he sits up suddenly, making Alastor jump. The Radio Demon knows his partner’s expression all too well; Vox has found some glimmer of inspiration. Alastor steels himself for it. 
“Why don’t we get out of here?” Vox says. “Somewhere better than this.”
“Where is better than this?” Alastor says. “We’re together.”
Vox huffs in amusement. 
“No, Al,” he says. “I mean like go out. Out in the open, cool off a bit. Feel the breeze, and stuff.”
Alastor considers this. He would like to stop sweating, if possible. The Radio Demon feels a little too corporeal; like a hot sack of meat, sticky and heavy. Alastor prefers to feel like a presence, rather than a person; this heat makes him feel all too of the flesh. 
“Alright,” he nods, and Vox is aglow with delight. “Where?”
“We could go for a drive?” Vox says. “See where the road takes us.”
Anything is better than sitting and suffering; Alastor nods again.
“I’ll get my keys,” Vox says, standing and looking around. “And a shirt, I guess.”
Alastor smirks. 
“Keep that show just for me,” he says, deliberate in his demure. 
Vox almost trips on his way to the bedroom. Alastor is pleased.
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maudiemoods · 1 year
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Happy holidays!! Here's your present! Please take good care of them!
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ice-o-fon · 1 year
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Leo and usagi chillin in the sun
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spinnysocks · 1 month
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janja & kiburi duo moments because i love them so much
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these are the faces of "We're so evil and we're gonna fuck shit up" LMAO
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honestly i love Pride Landers Unite for the outlanders content in it. scar told them to go beat up makuu, kiburi's like "Hell yeah" and janja's got his back the whole time, pretty fun (not for makuu, but ya know, to get cool evil duo moments you gotta beat a guy up)
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i love how janja's laughing and kiburi's just "That worked?-"
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although i'm 100% sure in canon kiburi was just surprised by scar's power, i'd like to think he was also thinking "Tf did you just do to my new friend??"
listen i KNOW kiburi betrays him BUT i'd like to think eventually they became genuine friends outside of scar's no longer existent army
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also have this funny shot. i'm pretty sure chungu and cheezi were trying to count all of scar's army which is hilarious
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luminiciant · 11 months
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irl stream :D
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blamemma · 6 months
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Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen | 📍Autódromo de Interlagos, Media Day | 📸 XPB
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