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knightingale · 2 months

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The "Sansa reminds Sandor of his sister" motive that some people try to hitch to his character really just flies in the face of his actual attachments to her, doesn't it? Sansa reminds Sandor of himself. He sees the little boy who used to love knights in this girl who's been swept up by the same romanticism. He sees his abuser in her abusers, the much larger knight(s) beating on the helpless child. He sees how she is betrayed by every level of authority that should have saved her and remembers his father's neglect and Tywin and Robert's apathy for Gregor's crimes. He's protective of Sansa because he was Sansa.

And GRRM's design, that one of the strongest warriors in the series, a fearsome and cynical 6'8" guy who's "muscled like a bull" and has the face of death itself, sees himself in this soft and effeminate teen girl, and empathizes with her because he was an abuse victim too, is INFINITELY more compelling than "Oh yeah I bet she just reminds him of his sister," who he's never mentioned and who we know literally nothing about. Way to unnecessarily water down a character, you couldn't have ignored the black and white text more efficiently if you tried.

#sorry for the rant i saw this sentiment in a yt video recently #sansa stark #sandor clegane #sansan #asoiaf #and this is only one facet of why he has so much affection for her too #these people act like his attachment to her is limited to projection and not also bc she treats him like he's an actual human being #or that they can be themselves when they're with each other -that he can openly show his weakness to her and be comforted and validated #or like even just the physical attraction aspect - which is so obvious that you'd have to be willfully ignorant to miss it #how do you read him trying to kiss her and come away thinking “he thinks of her as his sister” lmfao #things that make me feel like people dont actually read the books

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revasserium · 3 months

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waiting for winter (我期待的不是雪)

zayne; 1,616 words; fluff, pining, gn!reader, no "y/n", spoilers for lads ch.4, whipped!zayne

summary: he has never loved the winter

a/n: yes, this was inspired by that one chinese tiktok song. no, i will not elaborate.

He has never loved the winter.

But he remembers the first time he watched the snow fall reflected in your eyes — your cheeks kissed pink by the unforgiving wind, the sky a smear of white as the cold sunk into his bones. He remembers the silver bell ring of your laughter as you’d dragged him by the hand out to build a snowman, the look on your face when he’d remarked that your snowman’s nose was crooked because there were no carrots at the corner store so you’d had to make do with a potato instead.

“Look! It’s snowing!”

Zayne shakes himself into the present, glancing out of his office window at the cotton-soft flurries spinning by his windows. Across from him, you’re sitting with a muffler thrown haphazardly around your shoulders, watching the snow with an open, child-like wonder that makes his entire chest twist tight with —

He clears his throat.

“All the more reason for you to be careful — make sure to bundle up when you go outside,” he says, dropping his eyes back to your most recent health report.

You’re not sleeping enough, and your vitamin D levels are lower than he’d like. He’d hoped that becoming a Hunter would at least expose you to a decent amount of sun but then again, you had told him that Jenna’s been keeping tight reigns on you since the explosion.

“Yeah, yeah — I’ll be careful.”

He looks up, his eyes dark as he looks over the shape of you, fingers curled in your lap as you look up at him from beneath your lashes. He holds your gaze and fights to keep his expression neutral as you blush and look away, somehow reverting back to a much younger version of you — the memory of it superimposed upon the look of you now.

“You’re just as bossy as you were back then,” you say, sighing as you shrug up your shoulders like a scolded child.

Zayne scoffs, affording himself a small laugh, “Except I have a doctorate to back it up now, don’t I?”

You pout, pursing your lips. Zayne wonders, for the millionth time that day, how soft they might be beneath his own.

“I liked you better before you got your fancy creds,” you say, still pouting.

Zayne sighs, flicking off his tablet and putting it down on the table.

“Alright, what do you want?”

You blink up at him, eyes wide enough to convince anyone else of your innocence. But he knows better. He’s always known better.

“What do you mean?”

He ticks his tongue against his teeth and leans back in his chair, checking his watch.

“It’s almost lunchtime — c’mon.”

He pushes up from his desk and tugs his doctor’s coat from his shoulders, rolling them loose of the tightness that had gathered there all morning.

“Huh?”

He rounds his desk and tugs his winter coat from the back of the door, turning to fix you with a look.

“The noodle shop around the corner has your favorite as a lunch special.”

He counts down from five in his head — four, three, two —

“Really?” your face breaks into a grin wide enough to split your face. He chuckles.

“Yes, really. Are you coming?”

You stare for a second longer before leaping to your feet and bounding to his side. He reaches out to adjust your muffler, tying it tighter over the front of your chest, swatting your hand away when you try to loosen it.

“I’m going to choke!”

“Better that than for you to get sick again.”

He tugs open the door and watches you walk into the hallway, a bounce to your step that he hasn’t seen since you were both kids and he’d promised you he’d buy you sweets on the way home from school.

“How’re you so sure that the lunch specials gonna be my favorite?” you ask, pivoting on your heels and fixing him with a look, halfway down the white-washed hospital halls. Zayne takes his time buttoning up his own coat and locking his office door behind him.

“Because,” he says, voice steady as he strolls by you, glancing down with the shadow of a smile crimping his lips —

“I know you.”

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He has never loved the winter.

But, he thinks as he watches you slurp down a bowl of wide-cut noodles, your cheeks flushed red with joy, he might just learn to love a winter like this.

You don’t question it when he reaches out to swipe at the corner of your mouth with this thumb, licking off the excess with a contemplative hm. But he revels in the way you swallow and blush and look away.

He wonders if you know.

He wonders if you know that you haunt him like the cold haunts him on the nights when he’s alone. He wonders if you see him the way he sees you, cast behind his eyelids like the frames of an old film whenever he closes his eyes, your smile more familiar to him than his own.

“Full?” he asks, watching as you wipe your mouth on a bit of napkin, lips stained red by the chili sauce.

“Mhm!” you nod, smiling up at him.

The noodle shop smells of chicken stock and green onions and the sharp dampness of snow on winter coats. You push the noodle bowl away and stare down at your hands.

“Are you — I mean… you have to go back to work, right?”

He can’t help but notice the note of reluctance in your voice, the way you look up at him as if hoping he’ll say no. He nods, folding his napkin into halves, and then forths. Outside, the sun is already falling toward the far horizon, casting everything in a goldenrod glow. Shadows fall long and sure along the pavement and Zayne doesn’t want to think about the endless hours of darkness ahead.

“Are you going home after this?” he asks, nodding stiffly to the waiter as he hands over his card, wordlessly pushing your hand away as you make a feeble attempt to try and snatch the receipt.

“I… was thinking about going to see a movie,” you say, thumbing at a stray thread along the edge of your coat. He watches you tug at it for a while before reaching out to take your hand in his.

“Go home,” he says, his voice level.

Your brow creases in a slight frown as you look up.

“But… I wanted to see —”

“We’ll see it this weekend,” he says, giving your hand a quick squeeze before letting go, thanking the waiter as he takes back his card and scribbles his signature on the receipt.

“We will?” you ask, blinking up at him as he stands up.

“Yes. It’s showing Saturday at 2:30 — we can get lunch before, or dinner after.”

He’s tugging on his coat when you reach up to loop his scarf around his neck, standing too close, so close he can smell the caramel milk and whipped cream of your skin. He fights down the shivers that threaten to shake down his spine as he goes still, waiting as you tuck his scarf securely around his neck.

“You never tie your scarf right,” you say, dropping back down onto your heels even as you shoulder on your own coat, cheeks dusted the most darling shade of pink Zayne has ever seen. As he watches you, he thinks it might just put the winter sun to shame.

He thinks he might thank you, or he might just bend down and kiss you — he’s uncertain all the way till you make it outside and you turn to smile up at him. And like this, with the dying sun caressing the edge of your cheek, the line of your jaw, you are nothing short of ethereal.

Zayne reaches forward, his thumb and forefinger catching your chin as he leans down.

Your gasp is little more than a hiccup of breath —

“Don’t be late,” he says, stopping mere inches from your lips, whispering the words against where your lips might be if he were a little more daring.

You hold perfectly still, your eyes round as you stare up at him, searching his face for… something — anything.

When he pulls back, he thinks you almost make to chase him. But you let his fingers drop from your skin and you tug at your muffler, toeing at the slushed-up snow on the sidewalk.

“Winter’s my favorite season, y’know,” you say. And Zayne doesn’t dare to hope. But he does — he watches you out of the corner of his eyes. Above you, all around you, the afternoon sun flickers and fades, a daytime aurora, like tendrils of some long-gone magic, coaxing willing believers toward their untimely doom.

“Hn,” he says, not trusting himself with more. He waits; you take a long breath before turning to look at him.

“You wanna know why?” you ask. And finally, finally he turns to you, his eyes catching your eyes — and in them, he sees the twisting colors of the sky reflected there, serpentine and sinuous. Ancient and inexorable. Reds and yellows, pinks and purples, bleeding into an endless, endless winter blue.

He wets his lips and swallows hard, “Why?”

You smile, and it is like the first glimmer of sun after an arctic winter’s night, and he can’t breathe for the sight of it.

“Because… it reminds me of you.”

lads requests r.... open lol

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crybaby-bkg · 8 months

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Bakugou has never cared much about whether or not his partner is experienced, or less experienced. Never had much of a kink or fetish when it came down to how much sexual experience someone had, but—there’s just something about you. You with your unsure lip biting and lowered eyes, your twisting hands and nervous little chuckles.

“I don’t really know how to kiss,” you share with him, a secret, a whisper passed from your hovering mouth to his own. It’s been an odd some amount of dates you two have been on by now, and this time you went back to his apartment afterwards. You sit on your knees beside him on his too big couch, his legs facing you, arm around your waist, yours around his shoulders.

“Really?” Bakugou asks, doesn’t mean to sound as teasing as he does, as breathless. But, he’s surprised more than anything—you, as sinfully seductive as you are, don’t know how to kiss someone? He leans back to take you all in, a tiny little smile lilting the corners of his mouth.

“No, not really,” you murmur, running a hand through the hair on his nape, eyes bouncing all over his face, yet avoiding his eyes. “Will you teach me?” You ask, and who is Bakugou if not a weak man?

So he shows you the proper way to kiss somebody, a hands on demonstration. He pulls you in real close, guides your head to tilt to the right, purse your lips like this, run your tongue over his like that. Now suck on it, let out all the pretty sounds if it feels good, kiss him just like that. And before you know it, you’re a pro.

The next time you see him, you ask him the proper way to give someone a hickey. I don’t wanna give you a blood clot, you had laughed, sitting on his lap this time. And Bakugou, ever the great teacher that he is, shows you how. Demonstrating on your neck, your collarbone, your tummy, your inner thigh, the curve of your ass. You don’t give him nearly as many hickeys as he gives you, but the big purpled one sitting over his pulse point, he wears proudly until it fades. And after that, he’s asking for another, and another.

And after a few months into your relationship, do things finally start getting real hot and heavy. He sits at the island in his place, tired, arms folded, back leaning against the island and his head lolled over on his shoulders. He’s surprised when you sink to your knees in front of him, all doe eyed and incubus smile, hands resting on his thighs.

“Can you show me how?” You don’t even have to specify what you’re talking about, but you eye the way his cock already jumps to attention under his shorts. If this were anyone else, he’d bat them away and tell them that he didn’t feel like playing teacher. But with you—he’d gladly show you any and everything your heart has ever yearned to know.

“Breathe through your nose, baby.” He instructs you, hand gathering your hair in his fists. Your mouth stretches wide around his cock, eyes watering, but you push through it all. He tells you to wrap your lips around your teeth, to swallow whenever his tip brushes the back of your throat. Shows you how to stroke whatever you can’t reach, rub his balls in your palm whenever he starts getting close.

He doesn’t have to teach you how to swallow.

When you ride Bakugou for the first time, you don’t even have to ask for instructions. Just give him that look, all pouty and pitiful, hands on his chest as you grind against his cock resting against your lower belly. Barely any words are spoken as he guides you, lifts your hips, teases his tip against your hole, stomach fluttering in anticipation.

After that, you feel like a pro when it comes to doing anything with Bakugou. But, he doesn’t mind playing teacher whenever you need a little bit of guidance.

#I hate this fucking app with a burning passion #bc why did it take me almost ten mins to edit this #bc it kept crashing and acting DOMB #annoyed and overstimulated 😝 (help)#this was what I thot of at 6am yesterday lmfao I liked how it came out #he is so vury hot to me I need him carnally #okay bye I have to pee and I’m baking and nawt happy about it #bakugou treats! 🍬#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#are the tags working yet???? I’ve given up on them :/

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shoujoegg · 10 months

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finished painting studies w/ the og dregs....

#jesper fahey #kaz brekker #kanej #inej ghafa #shadow and bone #six of crows #these were funnn lol put them together bc the kazper art is so small lmfao #and i dont like how kaz's face came out he looks a lil generic it's why i never draw him w/ his face slicked back i draw like like a loser #jesper @ kaz: ur swagless looks and cringe girlboss personality have captivated me😍#crooked kingdom #guess where i ripped off these poses LOL #what is even the kaz/jesper tag...#kazper #soc #EDIT fixed kaz's face bc it was still bothering me!! omg ty for the all the comments i appreciate it T_T #EDIT OKAY LAST TIME IM SORRY i decided to give them more a painter bg bc i felt it was otherwise swallowed up!!!#i prommyyyy lol im not built 2 be a tumblrina artist #qqart

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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months

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How did I never hear this radio until the brawn doc hahahaha

#i love baby seb #hes like a kid who just learned curse words 🥹#its weird watching this bcs ig im so uses to radio censorship nowadays #that im like wow jfc they cursed so much back then!#but its probably pretty equal but the broadcasters have decided to be bitches abt it now #i wonder if its cause they subtitle it now #i dont rly know what the procedure is back then vs now abt how comms work and how they broadcast them #ahhhhhh ik this doc is abt brawn but wherever i see Seb im just clutching my chest like a proud mother #hilarious also to watch it w my dad bcs he is seriously the easiest person to sway in terms of driver favs/opinions #like Nando will always be his fav cause yay old man!#but i show him seb clips boom seb's his p2. and now watching this hes like 'yeah jenson is my 2nd fav'#why are you susceptible to propaganda LMFAO #i need to show him more seb ig...im always such a propagandist for him 🤭#sebastian vettel #f1 #formula 1

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theforbodingboglands · 2 years

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Sooooo that infamous sentimonster theory amiright? 👀

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seorikkun · 1 year

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scientists can’t tell the difference (for @quokki)

bonus:

#heyale #bystay #han jisung #stray kids #///#/////////////#////////////////////#have another thing .... because ale inspires me to make stupid shit gbshjkgbsg #me: i have a graphic design degree; also me: makes this ????#the fact that i have more hanji graphics than changbin OR bangchan is ... interesting to say the least #anyway ... here u go ale i love u #based off of our convo and u saying he is like hamster quokka and squirrel all in one #why not all three ??!??#val's gfx #kinda lmfao

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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some hasty Laughingstock ft. butterfly!Howdy for your mild enjoyment...

#i have this... scene in my head #where howdy is having a bit of a breakdown over his Yassification™️#he just destroyed half his store w/ his wings and etc etc barnaby finds him curled up in the Back #howdy's all like 'i was such a handsome green.... now im this horrible blue w/ ugly black forearms blah blah blah'#and barnabys all '??? the fuck are you talking about youre literally stunning??? shut up lmfao ill make out w you'#and then i also thought Oh so butterfly howdy cant really fly #but what if he like.... does this cute lil flutter when he kisses barnaby #and it generates enough Lift that it makes him way lighter and lets him aaaalmost hover #because i think it'd be ADORABLE and im RIGHT-#anyway those are my thoughts behind these silly scribbles #scribble salad #laughingstock #yassified howdy <3 #i have soooooo much affection for laughingstock + butterfly howdy #barnaby and his girlboss gaslight gatekeep gorgeous husband <3 #he's ken & howdy's barbie #and he is Kenough <3 #and howdy is. uh. Barbalicious <3 #do i sometimes wonder why i lean towards viewing howdy more Feminine than the others? yeah #and then i immediately go 'bc its rad as hell and objectively Correct' (delusional)#and then i high five myself and move on with my day

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badnewswhatsleft · 2 months

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love this video so fucking much like yes pete's comedic timing but also andy's over-pronouncing of “vul-ner-able”

#it's giving double-you double-you double-you dot LMFAO like why did he do all that this day......#patrick utterly darling and eatable as usual no notes there absolutely none #mailing letters #media blitz

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mayaishiipeters · 10 months

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they are so fucking funny

#& the look on his face in the last pic like 'why did i think that would work?' lmfao #he should get little tags for them. if found please return to guillermo de la cruz #wwdits #wwdits spoilers #thought bubble

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bicholsdrarrysideblog · 9 months

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ACTUALLY I CHANGED MY MIND IN THIS HOUSE WE SUPPORT TALLER HARRY AND IF YOU SPECIFY IN YOUR FIC THAT DRACO IS TALLER REST ASSURED MY MIND IS EDITING!!!!!!

#draco malfoy #harry potter #hpdm #harry potter fanart #drarry #LOOK I TRIED I KNOW THERES LIKE GOOD REASONS WHY HARRY WOULD BE SHORTER #because of childhood malnourishment and such bUT ALSO #HARRY GETS TO EAT WHEN HE'S FREE OF THE DURSLEYS I SAY #HARRY SHOTS UP LIKE 30 CM IN A YEAR BECAUSE HE IS FINALLY FREE I SAY #MAGIC I SAY lmfao #im just such a fan of wet cat! draco i need him to be short and pathetic please let me have this #drawn by me

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mikakuna · 2 months

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the question asked what kind of crimes joker would refuse to commit

the face of a man who finds nothing funny about intentionally and directly harming a child:

#-believe me he's tried- WHO ARE YOUUU LMFAO #why are they talking like they know the joker personally #this is the most funny shit ever #like wdym he wouldn't find anything funny about killing a child #he was laughing his ass off while beating a fifteen year old to death #jason todd #red hood #batman #the joker #joker #dc #dc comics

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oceanwithouthermoon · 3 months

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kaido and nendo casually watching saiki freak out over his crush and barely reacting or caring about why is so funny to me

#now the question is why do they barely react #as far as we know they never see him like this lmfao #theory hes just a fucking liar and does stupid shit like this all the time and just doesnt show us (/joking)#i'll never get over this nonreaction #more likely reason is just because nobody can fucking decipher his emotions LMAO #thats partly canon for their other classmates (that hes the quiet kid who nobody can tell what hes thinking)#so it makes sense that even his friends would be like ok idk i dont get it #i think later in the manga when they know him a bit better his friends can decipher his emotions a little better #so theyd probably react a little more lol #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #nendo riki #kaido shun #meows post

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prismatic-ink · 5 months

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what if Lizzie didn't die?

nobody's ever fallen out of the void before, so no participant has ever come back to tell the tale of what that's like. the communicator says she's eliminated, and everyone shrugs and carries on, because for all they know, she is. Maybe there is a ground to hit down there, or some monster that swoops in and kills in a single blow.

but the thing is - there's no end in a void. it just continues forever. and ever. and ever. it's simple physics; a void/vacuum is a blank space, a complete and total absence of anything at all. there's nothing there that could have killed Lizzie because, by definition, nothing is in the void at all. not even time could have gotten her.

now imagine being condemned to a place (or as close to a place as the void can get) where you will never see anything again, hear anything again, falling falling falling, towards a ground that will never appear. a place where you can never look into anyone's eyes ever again. eventually, a green streak in brown hair is the only memory you have of another human existing that hasn't been lost to the millennia you've spent falling. this place where you will be the only thing that exists, the only thing that will exist, and the only thing that has ever existed, slipping through the cracks of time, eternally in solitude.

wouldn't that be a fitting place for a woman who spent all her time on solid ground alone, with almost nobody to care for her? falling so far out of the bounds of reality even the watchers don't know she's still alive? so beyond the reach of anybody that nobody will ever hear her calls for them to come to her, let alone heed them? and let's be honest, if they could hear her, would they even come?

and who knows, maybe when the next season rolls around, for some strange, inexplicable reason, the watchers can't find Lizzie. It's no trouble, they can construct a new Lizzie from her memory, even if it's one season behind. and maybe this time, Lizzie has better luck and lots of friends. she doesn't really get why Scar is so apologetic, or Joel so clingy, or even why she constantly feels like she's teetering on the edge of a precipice, about to fall. but that's just her being silly, right?

all the while the original Lizzie falls forever. forgotten again.

#and this is why the canary curse still exists AYYY #but i wanted the post to be about Lizzie because people should be talking about how she's the most tragic life series character ever #and i will die on this hill #but also imagine Joel reunited with his wife ESPECIALLY if he wins #and him being like “hey i avenged you!”#but even if he feels that something is off he won't ever know that the original Lizzie is still falling and always will be #wait i just realized this technically means that she would win Secret Life no matter what LMFAO i love terrible HCs you think up at 3 am #secret life #trafficblr #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #tagging him even though he's a small mention #felt like it counted #my post

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