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#you know what im sayin?
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How i look vs how i look
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canon-gabriel-quotes · 4 months
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*panting*
What was I thinking?
"Who's your daddy?" Who says things like that?
I need to get it together and focus on my investments.
The BUSSY controls my every waking thought.
And I have lost my path.
Forgive me, Lord.
And allow me passage back to The Grindset.
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chickenoptyrx · 3 months
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*sittin up projecting onto the baby blorbo when I should be sleeping*
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n0bluev · 4 months
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THEM THEM YJEM THEM TEMM my session is almost over, just gotta do a last little (VERY VERY BIG FAST STRESFULL-) push and then schools done ^^!!!! AND SO HERES SOME SATOSUGU SKETCHES FROM A COUPLE DAYS AGO (i hadnt planned what i was going for in the drawing cuz it was just supposed to be a little brain empty sketch (cough, to procrastinate, cough, sorry teach TT), so ive got a bunch of different gojo attempts with different vibes lol (i couldnt just,,, not give geto his other half,, TT) -- none of them passed, i prolly wont finish this drawing -- ILL MAKE OTHERS INSTEAD DURING WINTER BREAK !!!! >:DDD) ---> im posting this now to give my official hello to JJK TUMBLR, HI! MY BRAIN HAS BEEN GOING VERY VERY FAST WHENEVER ITS ABOUT JJK (esp satosugu) FOR A WHILE NOW AND I JUST HAVE TO CONSUME CREATE EXIST IN 'BE' JJK SO UH.. yep
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pawbeanies · 2 months
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kicking my feets. what does a boy have to do to sit in someones lap and get a little squirmy and whiny because their hands are wandering only to get shushed with kisses and held Firmly but gently because they've got me, so be a good boy and relax and sit still
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demidevilqueen · 1 year
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Me next, plz
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walrus150915 · 6 months
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Cw: homophobia
I honestly don't think Ambrosius's family would be homophobic in a classic Christian way we think of when we hear the word "homophobia", with "pray your gay away" n stuff
No, no, it's more complicated than that in my opinion
I think they wouldn't particularly mind Ambrosius getting with a man (they'd be more pissed off at his status than anything), but I'm sure they'd be of an opinion that Gloreth's bloodline must continue, so Ambrosius must get a wife/a person who can give him a child
"Ambrosius, darling, you can keep that Ballister boy, but you have to get a wife so that you could have children. Think of your family! Surely you wouldn't want to be the last direct descendant of Gloreth. What about Ballister? Well, he can continue being your side thing, but front and central should be the line of descendants you and your wife will have"
Like idk I think they'd tolerate Bal as Ambrosius's affair yet they wouldn't stand them being, like, officially together, yknow?
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takami-takami · 5 months
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Keigs being pretty for you.
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(The first one makes me INSANE. Angel. Darling. Beloved light of my life <333333.)
- magpie anon ✦
Short-hair Keigo does something to me.
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mamaestapa · 4 months
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*me when trevor and jamie come off IR*
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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year
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Okay okay so I got a question for you so is sweetheart a dom, bottom or a switch???
18+MDNI (please don't read this if you're under 18)
Damn, that's a hard one🤔🤔 i think she's more of a switch and bottom. Depends on the man tbh
Like with Krueger, full on bottom.
Especially when he overstimulates her, tapping her clit with his thick fingers. AND THE HOOD STAYS O N DURING 😠
With Roach she's a dom. Like... a mommy dom (Roach has a mommy kink even though he doesn't talk fite me)
Horangi- they're both switches honestly. Both are so head strong and competitive that they'll go numb afterwards LOL
She's a mommy switch with Ghost and Soap. Idk WHY I just see it
With Price- she's a bottom. Sometimes if she's feeling bold she'll be a top but Price is still in control
A switch with Alex. That's-- that's it LOL
König? Hmm also a switch. I can see her taking charge sometimes
She's another switch with Gaz-- (she goes feral around him anyway)
With Alejandro she would be a bottom. He would take care of so well ugh (PILLOW PRINCESS 100%)
Dom with Rudy. DOM WITH RUDY STFU
Graves-- come on. COME ON YALLL (femdom. A MEAN ONE AT THAT)
With Keegan I could also see her being a bottom but sometimes wants to be a top (he would still be in control all the way) (I feel like he would be mean too)
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eebie · 10 months
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i cant keep it hidden any longer
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doctorwhoisadhd · 4 months
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im transgender of course i would fuck a tardis
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13eyond13 · 5 months
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I feel like you can be a big lawlight shipper without also thinking something like "they wanted to say 'I love you' to each other / they were in love in canon".... tbh that's extremely corny and not very in-character to me, and to be extremely frank I would not really respect either of them if they did lol.... it makes way more sense to me if one or both of them simply had crushes... I only like "I love you" type confessions for them in alternate timelines / AUs
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texasbama · 2 months
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I think its very odd that fandoms immediately pounce on someone whose spec doesn’t align with what they want to see happen. I’m all for curating your experience, thats what you should do. Follow/unfollow who you need to. Block if necessary. But flooding inboxes and being nasty cause it’s not what you want to hear? Very weird behavior.
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theelderscrotes · 7 months
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bold and brave of larian to canonically give one of their romance options a raging musk and sweat fetish
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randomwriteronline · 6 months
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Pohatu liked the cold.
Pohatu liked the heat too, to some degree.
But he liked the cold better.
Pohatu didn't know if he liked him because he liked the cold, or if he liked the cold because he liked him.
It could have been both; he didn't know.
What Pohatu did know was that he very much did not like the dark.
It hadn't always been like that.
It hadn't always been that bad.
Pohatu could hardly remember much from before he had crashed on Okoto from the sky, but he was certain he hadn't always been so afraid of the dark. He was certain, at some point, to have liked it to some degree: to have gladly traversed it without fear or with greater purpose, and to have associated it at least in part with something friendly, someone nice.
But he could not remember that.
What he could remember was the pitch dark, and a trusted hand clamped around his own tight. Just Pohatu and him, in an endless abyss.
They had both been scared, of course. But they were together.
They would have made it through.
Then suddenly, after ages of wandering in the complete black, the hand had slipped away from Pohatu's grip, never to be found again; and he had cried out for him, over and over, telling him it wasn't the time for jokes like these, and that he thought he didn't like this kind of humor anyways. He had cried out a name he couldn't remember anymore until his voice had turned hoarse, and he had reached out everywhere in the darkness in the hopes of finding that cold palm again: nobody had ever answered.
When Pohatu had stopped calling for him, everything had been quiet.
Quiet, and not cold.
It had always been cold, while he was here.
Always a little bit cold, and it had comforted him.
But now it was only quiet.
Quiet, and not cold.
Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, had taken him.
Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, would have taken him too.
"What are you waiting for?" Tahu asked. Pohatu was standing at the entrance of the tunnel, turned towards the hole they'd fallen through instead of following Onua as he lumbered down their only way out. "Do you hear something? Someone following us?"
"Not yet. But I'm staying here," the Toa of Stone replied softly. "I'll cover your back. Keep threats from catching up to you."
"Alone?" his Earth brother's concerned question came from deeper into the darkness.
"You'd never make it like that," Gali argued: "We've managed to handle the obstacles in this city only by working together. Leaving you alone might turn into a death sentence."
"As it almost did for Lewa," Kopaka added. His piqued tone gained an indifferent shrug from the object of his disapproval.
Pohatu stood still: "I can handle it."
"You aren't scared of the dark, are you, now?" Lewa's voice creeped up on his shoulder like a Skull Spider; within it, he could hear a mischievous grin.
He turned around, growling: "Be quiet."
Had he had any less self control, the Toa of Jungle's laugh would have ended abruptly with a fist harder than stone against his teeth.
"He is!" the nimble fighter cackled, a palm over his mask's sockets as though he could not look at his brother without being overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation: "He truly is scared! Gloomy, fearless Pohatu is scared! This is too much!"
Nowhere near as amused as him, Gali hit him over the head with the blunt end of her trident and almost sent him sprawling on the ground. When she turned towards the Toa of Stone, her eyes told him very clearly that she was not going to entertain any more arguments on whether or not he would be left to hold the defense on his own: "Come along now."
"I said-" Pohatu tried, calling upon every ounce of his stubborness.
"And I said," she stopped him immediately - eroding his futile attempt at imposing himself over her will like a raging river smooths the rocks of its bed into inoffensive pebbles - "That, just to avoid the unsavory possibility of a large swarm of who-knows-what catching you alone here and your heroic sacrifice to keep them at bay leaving us one Toa short, you'll come along now."
Her tone left no room for rebuttals.
With a sigh that sounded more like a growl, her brother turned and followed Onua into the bowels of his element.
"Don't worry," he heard the kind giant reassure him quietly: "We'll keep you safe."
Pohatu would have snarled something much more incredibly nasty at him despite being somewhat aware of his good intentions if he hadn't been so focused on how quickly the light behind them was disappearing the more they walked, and by the time he properly processed the mortifyingly gentle words they were too far along for him to think of any sort of retort amidst his building panic.
It was dark.
Very, very dark.
Almost as dark as back then.
Almost as dark as where he'd lost the hold on that hand.
Pohatu hoped he wasn't heaving loud enough for the others to hear.
If he had turned to look around he would have seen the weak lights of their eyes only barely, not even bright enough to make out anything past the sockets of their masks; but if he had, his own eyes would have given away that he'd moved his head to look somewhere that wasn't simply ahead, and the others would have had no doubts in regards to just how nervous and uneasy he felt at that moment, and he had already decided he had been humiliated enough today to last him the rest of his lifetime, however long that would have been.
So he stared forward, into the dark emptiness that could have stolen him away without a trace at any moment, trying not to breathe too hard, so tense he could have snapped in half.
He needed to think of something else.
Something, anything else.
He thought of him.
Maybe he was here.
Somewhere in the dark.
Maybe, if Pohatu remembered his name and called for him now, loud enough, he would have finally answered.
Maybe he would have rushed over and grabbed his hand, chastising him - where in the name of Jxqx Krf were you? Did you want to scare me like that time in Hl-Txef, while we were looking for your Exr? If you were trying to make me grieve you in front of Qroxdx Lkbtx again, I'm going to freeze you into a cube - taking him away from all of this, away, somewhere cold and comforting and familiar, and Pohatu would have laughed bitterly despite himself and would have screamed that he hadn't let go, you left me there, alone and scared and in the dark, and maybe he would have yelled that everything had been changing so fast and he'd been all he'd had left that was still at least a little solid to hang onto and when he'd left him there he'd been terrified, and if he had changed it had been to be more like him, because nothing used to seem to hurt him and if he'd been anything closer to how cold and steady and rigid he had been then he would have had to survive somehow, no matter what, and then they would have argued more because they had both been so scared and worried, and then they would have made up and they would have gone out in the sun and Pohatu would have seen his face again and remembered him properly.
Maybe something could have pretended to be him.
Maybek, like that, it could have lured him away into the dark.
A horrible choked sound echoed weakly through the tunnel.
By the time the Toa had grouped tighter together against the unseen threat, Pohatu realized it had come from his own mouth.
He did not mention that.
They waited a moment, each with their backs to those of the others; then somebody (he could not tell who, he was too mortified) said: "Let's go," and they all moved again, walking closer to each other. Just in case.
Maybe it was for the better, in the end, because Pohatu inexplicably felt a little more at ease.
It could not be because he was sorrounded by people who cared for his well-being: at least as far as he told himself, he would have rather they'd left him alone back there, because the thought of being coddled like this when he was meant to be a mighty warrior was shaming him all the way down to his bones.
No, he realized with genuine surprise as he wracked his brain to figure this mystery out. It was not the numbers, or the unity; it was the temperature.
It was... Cold.
A gentle cold.
Emitted like one might emit warmth.
From somewhere at his side, near his arm.
Unconsciously, he leaned further into the chill until he softly bumped into a shoulder.
He waited.
Nothing happened.
No cold palm grabbing his hand.
No cold voice chastising him for running off.
Pohatu kept walking, limb brushing against the cold arm at every step, eyes never turning towards it, breathing a little more normally, feeling a little less panicked.
Kopaka had no idea why the Toa of Stone was suddenly so close to him, and he wasn't sure if asking would have gotten himself snarled at or simply knocked out; but through their contact he felt the other's shoulders mellow slightly, heard his footsteps turn a little less stiff as he exhaled softly in what seemed to be relief; so, as he leaned slightly against him without being shoved off, he decided that if his brother needed this at the moment he would not have dreamed of taking it away from him.
His power was a shield, after all, was it not?
And a shield needs not to be asked: it simply protects.
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