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They won’t leave my brain

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I need you guys to understand something…

Johnny was the only one to touch her physical and emotionally.

Shalla-Bal was Galactus’s herald for many years. Traveling from planet to planet waring civilizations of their impending doom. I can’t help but wonder how many tried to reach her, only fail because she was too far gone, too high above them all.

But Johnny? He was the only one who reached her from the ground. He touch her board. Something that clearly stunned her.

Then we learned about Shalla-Bal past. How she gave herself to Galactus to save her planet from being destroyed. And how did we learn this? Because of Johnny. 

Because he reached her mentally. He taught himself her language to just understand her better. To communicate and connect with her. He brought back something back to her that she buried long ago.

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he supports women's rights but most importantly, he supports women's wrongs (he believes they can do no wrong)

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i need the tate to my violet

I'm like if violet had never met tate and she was just sad and lonely

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Can’t wait to have his baby

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you good, bro?

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this johnny storm >>>>>

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on EVERYONES souls he still would’ve hit if silver surfer was a dude

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i need good owen teague/his characters fic recs that aren't patrick hocksetter or noa

(the trailer for griffin in summer has brought back my obsession)

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he's got a crazy bush, i can feel it in my nuggets...

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I am OBSESSED

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If he were my bf, all of my problems would go away

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more of the tummy please, honey <3

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒

pairing: danny zuko x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

she trailed behind danny, her heels clicking against the pavement. her hands were stuffed deep in the pockets of his jacket that nearly engulfed her frame. she had been forced to wear it as her little blue strapless dress had gotten her dress coded. she kept blowing bubbles with the gum in her mouth, faint popping sounds barely heard over his and his buddies' voices.

"y'alright back there, baby?" he asked, peering over his shoulder.

she nodded, blowing another bubble.

"we're goin' to the movies t'night, ain't we?" she questioned.

"mhm," he hummed, taking a few steps back and grabbing her waist, "kenickie and rizzo are comin' along, parkin' beside us."

she nodded once more.

that night, they sat in danny's car, ignoring rizzo and kenickie's aggressive make-out session in the car beside them. his fingers carded through her blowout curls, twirling the baby hairs at the back of her neck. her fingers fiddled with his ear and the curls that fell just below it.

"you're actually watchin' the movie," she giggled.

"'s a damn good movie, baby," he retorted, huffing. she giggled once more, tugging on one of those little curls.

"better than doin' what we could be doin'?"

"guess not," he grinned, cradling the back of her head and pulling her in for a deep kiss.

that night, they both laid bare in her bed, covered by her duvet. her fingers repeatedly traced over his face, fiddling with his bangs occasionally, rubbing over his eyelids every few go-arounds. god, she loved him. every little detail.

"it's past midnight, ya should try to sleep," he commented, eyes shut.

"one more kiss and i will," she promised. he kissed her softly, then wrapped his arm firmly around her, tucked her head beneath his chin.

"love ya, baby," he muttered, squeezing her shoulder with his hand gently.

"love you more, danny," she whispered, kissing his bicep.

the following morning, she awoke still tucked against him, his fingers in her hair. she smiled, snuggling closer to him. he smelt like smoke, hair grease, and that cheap cologne he'd been wearing since the seventh grade. she loved it. she rubbed his lower back absentmindedly, his body heat warming her chilled hand.

a faint, rough hum escaped him, his fingers twitching in her hair as he stirred.

"mornin', baby," he muttered.

"mornin'," she giggled, gently raking her nails over his back.

"didn't leave enough marks last night?" he huffed, tugging her hair ever so gently. his other hand wandered down, squeezing her rear ever so slightly. she whacked his back, receiving an amused huff from him.

"watch the goods," she stated.

"such a priss, actin' like your ass is gold and fussin' 'cause i'm touchin' it."

"i ain't fussin'!"

"you're fussin', baby."

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DANNY ZUKO

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he’s so baby girl