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juminhandfs · 10 months
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Missing chatroom from Jumin's route, after "this is not Jumin's diary"
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master-xochimilli · 2 months
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I want to kidnap and tie up my boy, stuff his mouth with his soaking panties so he can't scream as I take him away. Tell him he's mine and only mine forever as I collar him up, scratch my name into every single one of his limbs, make him only see me
Fuck him until he's unconscious, pump his holes full of my cum, make him only want me, need me, love me. I'll keep him forever as my beloved pet, my beloved boy until I'm his entire world, his shining light and god
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yvtro · 1 year
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i think in general sometimes when people interpret characters they give them too much credit in a sense that they forget that people are often very much contradictory in their beliefs and sometimes they believe one thing but do another like. sometimes people say they want to leave when they want to stay. sometimes they stay when they want to leave. sometimes they say they understand something when they don’t and sometimes they say they don’t need things that they’re desperately yearning for. and if you want to create an appropriately multi dimensional reading of a character you need to accommodate this.
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boxofbadaddiction · 2 years
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Spotify took away my "Pop Punk" category, which included all the proper angry punk songs I love so much that don't show up in the "Emo" and "Alternative Rock" categories are just...not it.
But they've taken it away and replaced with a "Happy" category.
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the-ineffable-queer · 8 months
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Fellow Good Omens fans, I have a proposal about the J in Anthony J Crowley.
It stands for Jemima (as in "I'm Jemima! I made this pot!").
That's it, that's the post.
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riense · 4 months
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Few sketches I did this…summer ?
I lowkey like Varre ones so maybe I’ll use them later digitally
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solarmorrigan · 9 months
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I invite you to imagine: preschool or kindergarten teacher Steve who, after a long day at work, gets his wires a little crossed while in bed with Eddie
Leans in to murmur in Eddie’s ear how good he’s being, how well he’s following Steve’s instructions
Accidentally murmurs, great listening ears, instead
They need to pause after that so Steve can die of embarrassment and Eddie can recover from laughing so hard he almost asphyxiates
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darklight-owl · 2 months
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Wait
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Look I love the Steve has Awful Parents trope but hear me out: Steve's parents are genuinely great people, but his dad's a bit of an idiot and his mom has to be supervised because she never quite learned how to watch her mouth. Steve has some pretty severe anxiety so he genuinely thinks his parents hate him if they aren't there to reassure him.
His dad, Samuel Harrington, is smart but dense; he misses a lot of social cues and sometimes has to be reminded to do basic functions like brushing his teeth or taking his socks off before stepping into the shower. He's bigger than Hop and crazy strong, but is the definition of a pushover when it comes to his family.
Now his mom, Penelope, is small and looks like a shy, demure housewife; she's a shark in human form. She's petty and a bit vindictive, but she has a soft spot for kids and (most of the time) her husband. Her best friend from high school, Wayne Munson, is the only person to insult her and not regret it (he uses that power to make sure she stays humble).
The annual, month-long trip that Samuel Harrington has to take every November means that they aren't around for the first two years of the worst experience of Steve's life, but the summer of 1985, Penelope Harrington gets into a fistfight with a firefighter after he tries to stop her from entering the mall when she hears little Erica Sinclair screaming about her brother and friends still being in the burning building. Samuel Harrington is holding her off the ground as she spits vitriol at the useless first responders when he catches sight of Steve and just walks away from the person his wife has reduced to tears. They lose sight of everything except Steve, sitting beaten and bloody in the back of an ambulance, clutching his coworker with one arm and cradling his other arm to his chest.
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witchmd13 · 6 months
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juminhandfs · 9 months
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Have I loved this man for too long or that makes perfect sense? 🤔
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And it goes both ways... 🧀
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hugeegosorry · 8 months
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My dealer: got some straight gas🔥😛this strain is called "House MD"😳 you'll be zonked out of your gourd💯
me: yeah whatever. I don't feel shit.
5 minutes later: dude i swear i saw the ghost of your dead girlfriend
My buddy Wilson pacing: the patient is lying to us
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boxofbadaddiction · 2 years
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Wait a damn minute...
So I'm not allowed a realistic gun emoji because it promotes violence but it's okay that these bitches are just living rent free in my keyboard holding lit dynamite?
👨‍🏭👩‍🏭
Why they smiling like that bro???
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gi4hao · 15 days
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☆ (perfect bf!)joshua x gn!reader
☆ warnings: none i think! reader is wearing a dress?
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it sounds so cliché you’re not even sure you could say it out loud, but you simply cannot take your eyes off of your boyfriend.
it’s not so much his impeccable outfit (which took him weeks to finally settle on), perfectly combed hair or flawless skin that particularly catch your attention. it’s the ease with which he’s been navigating the crowd, offering bright smiles to everyone, finding exactly the right words to say and to whom, shaking hands when expected, all like he had been part of your family for decades.
“you’re staring”, joshua whispers from a corner of his mouth, his hand still holding yours.
his words make you abruptly snap out of your daydreaming. visibly startled, your eyes widen as you focus back on the wedding toast unfolding in front of your eyes. joshua purses his lips together, cheeks slightly puffed as he stifles a laugh.
still silently as not to disrupt anything, you try to nudge him but his reflexes are too good, and he ends up smoothly grabbing your arm to link it with his. the shadow of amused smiles start to grow on your faces, just as the bride’s mother finishes her speech, setting off claps and cheers throughout the crowd of guests.
your arms still linked together, you decide to follow the few guests who are heading towards the bar, internally praying that no family members will try to start a conversation with either of you; although you’re certain joshua would handle it impeccably.
“that speech was beautiful“, you say, looking at the newlyweds’ table while joshua asks the barista for two refills. “i’m pretty sure i cried at some point.”
“i think we both did”, he admits, his fingers dancing around the strap of your dress, “hey, do you want to go outside? get some fresh air before dessert?”
you take your drink back with a polite smile before grabbing your boyfriend’s hand. “that’s a polite way of saying you need a break from my family”, you tease, leading him to the nearest exit, one that you know leads to a small balcony overlooking the building’s backyard.
the sun has set a couple of hours ago, only leaving the yellowish lights from inside light up joshua’s features. strands of hair delicately brush against his forehead, in a way that’s slightly more sophisticated than when it gets tousled overnight.
sipping his drink with a tipsy smile, he sighs contently, elbows resting on the railing.
“how crazy would it be if i proposed to you right now?”, he asks out of the blue.
you let out a chuckle, refusing to have any over-the-top reaction just like he probably expects you to.
“so crazy” you simply reply before taking another sip, still looking straight ahead.
but the sound of joshua clearing his throat has you suddenly looking to your left. or rather, down to your left where he’s getting down on one knee.
“…shua, what are you doing?” you ask, your voice slightly wavering with uncertainty.
his response is not immediate. instead, he keeps on looking at you, eyelashes fluttering as his smile grows fonder. your palms are getting clammy, suddenly your clothes start to feel a bit too hot, a bit too tight.
“tying my shoes”, he finally speaks up, handing you his glass: “do you mind holding that for me?”
“you’re such an idiot joshua hong”, you scoff, rolling your eyes before flicking his forehead with two fingers.
looking proud of his little prank, he stands back up on his feet to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing a loud kiss on your temple:
“i’ll do it for real one day, don’t worry”, he says without a hint of doubt, “but it’ll be our own day, i’m not stealing someone else’s. you’re too special for that.”
this time, you find yourself unable to suppress your genuine reaction, and a flustered giggle escapes you as he pulls you even closer to him.
you stay like that for a few minutes, sharing silent thoughts about this special day of yours, but also wondering how you’ll manage to actually take your eyes off of him when the time comes.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
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collectivecloseness · 3 months
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Eddie Munson getting a bump/bruise/cut on his head that you put a bandaid on, and he’s bumping it into your mouth every fifteen seconds, like a cat, and being the whiniest baby ever. He needs you to kiss his mark now! Every time, every second! Love him! He’s hurt! Help him!
‘Nooooo’ he whines when you are not kissing it/him. It was his own fault he got it, you told him to be careful when he was acting like his usual self, pre-bandaid. You’ve given him some ibuprofen and water, but he’s all cuddled up to you and not going anywhere.
He will straight up look at you offended if you even mention you are getting up, like he will give you the most offended and sometimes bitchy look, for real. How dare you even think about leaving him in his condition right now?
He’ll nuzzle his bandaided head into your mouth tirelessly, so much that no matter where you move your head, or if you’re trying to talk, you’ve got a plaster and Eddie’s boney head and a tonne of curls following your face everywhere, nuzzling right into your lips so you can’t even talk to Eddie about it. You’re smothered easily once again.
There’s no escape from Eddie and his need. You could breathe if you just gave him his kisses like he wanted! Eventually you get too busy pulling hairs out your mouth, while Eddie’s whimpering into your jaw, how you’re just being so horrible to him, whilst still hiding in your face.
Eddie is your stubborn and soft baby but he will just ram his head into your face harder if you say that. When you ask him if his injury hurts so much why is him acting like a horned goat not making him cry in pain, he just grabs your arms and pulls them over himself instead. Not letting you move your arms out of his tight hold whatsoever.
When you stop babying Eddie, or tease him too much, he’s telling you how mean you are to your injured boyfriend, saying don’t you always tell him boys can show their vulnerable side too, and why won’t you use your mouth for less bullying him and more magical healing kissing? Why don’t you love him anymore huh?
He keeps up with this all the way until nighttime, even if it happened in the morning. He’ll be the saddest/most annoying (whatever works) boy all day long so you stay snuggled up with him, looking after your poor injured helpless baby.
Eddie will only fall asleep with you constantly giving kisses around, not on, his very small no longer even hurting mark, swearing that’s the only way he can be lulled to sleep. Blinking those dark brown eyes up at you if you stop, and pouting about how he can’t sleep the pain away if you do that.
And God, Eddie Munson can sell cute.
And that’s just how Eddie dozes off after a long hard day for him, with your arms and legs wrapped around him, his own limbs clinging around yours, and with constant kisses to his injured head until he’s knocked out peacefully in bed snuggled into you, unrelated to his head trauma
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coldwavelegends · 5 months
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