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i think something about daniel with armand that makes it work is the way daniel is so combative... he pushes in, forces his way in where he's not wanted, can't help himself, grabs hold of what is thorny and difficult and has to figure it out, get to the bottom of it. that's interesting too in the way in some way he's performing the process he needed to do on his own life, his own memories. he had the impulse to dig aggressively for the truth somehow knowing he was needing that but not knowing to do it for himself. armand is damaged and needs some support and love, yes, but he's never going to let someone see his true wounds so openly and he needs someone who won't buy his bullshit and will push past his facade and interrogate what is really there, what he really wants. and for who it won't be a chore, and maybe even could be seductive...
armand is also the same with the way he pushes, he can't help himself, he forces his way in to something he wants and needs to grab hold of it. but he's going to do it underground, he's never going to reveal himself fully, he will conceal his real desires and work away at grabbing hold of what makes him feel wanted in secret. unlike when louis feels something intense he wants space from it and time and distance ... which is why they just don't work.
i think if armand and daniel decide that the other one is the thing they want to grab hold of and pry open (daniel) / cling onto and hoard (armand) they could have a way of dismantling each others maladaptive self protection strategies... but it will be pretty brutal at the same time. if armand feels unwanted and rejected, i don't think daniel would be particularly good at comforting him ... and actually i don't think armand would ever come out and say "i feel like you don't want me, i feel hurt" as cathartic as it is to write/draw that type of interaction. rather when armand felt like that he'd come up with a subtly manipulative way to force daniel to give him the affection he wants to feel validated by. which works for them just fine actually. bc what daniel IS really good at is unearthing the truth of bullshit masters. he wouldnt let armand build up some grandiose narrative to disguise his real hurt and vulnerability and flaws in (as louis does) and actually would have so much fun picking the lock that is armand and whatever the fuck emotional wormhole he's entered in himself this time, and when he figures it out he'd say something like "armand you were doing all THAT bc you thought i didnt sleep over that night meant i didnt want you, are you fucking stupid??" and actually in everything armand does he wants to be found out and seen and daniel being so fascinated by him with the morbid curiosity of someone investigating a weird bug would feel glorious to him. and they'd be so happy in their emotional hovel
#its why for any fics set post-s2 where armand finds daniel i just can't stay in it bc its just to ooc#armand disappears BECAUSE he wants the validation of being found and daniel would LOVE to dig him out#when daniel finds him they'd both be triumphant#'i caught you fucker!!!'#iwtv#armandaniel#armand#daniel molloy
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how are y'all faring now that it's canon that the leech twins' real form is 4 meters (13'2 ft/400cm) long hahaha...haha...ha....fuck
yuu's height is my height so imagine if you're smaller than 5'5 feet ◉‿◉
photo correction it's tweel* not twel tf
#twisted wonderland#twst#octavinelle#jade leech#floyd leech#monster fuckers are THRIVING I TELL YOU#y'all stay safe i ain't one of y'all 🤣🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂😂#FUCK THEIR 190/191CM HEIGHT THIS IS A NIGHTMARE#tf you mean they can literally wrap a whole human#moray eels are small irl bUT THESE TWO??? MARIANA TRENCH TYPA SHIT#5 things caught in the deep blue sea and it's floyd and jade chasing a shrimp
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i'm still stuck on the purgatories so here's a list of purgatory 2 moments simply off the top of my head that deserve to be remembered:
aimsey ducking all of axolotl team alone in a cave with literally half a heart
goose gang fucking descending on the raccoon base and absolutely wrecking shop
ethan crankgameplays clutching up for team panda during the capture the flag game by being the only one hanging out in the center and periodically checking the chests, earning them a shitton of flags and clutching multiple rounds
crow team's egg taking 0 damage
pac doxxing goose gang's egg in the last second
shelby shubble as the last member of her team online writing a letter to aimsey and sharing the world's most devastating ten minutes before her team was eliminated with one of the eye creatures (coco? i forgot lol)
badboyhalo absolutely fucking DEMOLISHING the battleship event on like 2 hours of sleep and a dream
wuant(?) stealing a tv from the battleship event and then playing portuguese ice age on it for the crows lmfao
tubbo djing for his team while waiting for the time for a goose gambit
theguill CRASHING THROUGH THE FUCKING CEILING of the raccoon team's hidey hole like the fucking kool aid man in a last effort to save his team and 4v1 or 5v1 ing team raccoon; he lost but that was such an epic fucking moment
theguill and etoiles pvping and each hyping the other's skills the entire time
seapeekay escaping cellbit and baghera and then stealing their boats and rocketing past to tease them about it; that shit was iconic
kenny going mad with power collecting sand on literally day 1
the english speaking squirrels taking actual physical notes on portuguese phrases (i think)
lgbtiba
i may add more this is an off the top of my head list but like got DAMN i like these events :D i like them a lot
#qsmp#qsmp purgatory 2#qpurgatory 2#there hope those filter for u fuckers#(/affectionate)#shut up vic#block game brainrot#if you can't tell my povs went something like this:#crab -> raccoon -> panda -> capybara -> goose -> crow#so i didn't watch all of them lmfao#i only spent a few hours with raccoon and crab; panda i caught all of#capybara and goose i mostly watched on their elimination day#crow i hopped into on the final day as well tho i'd been keeping some tabs on them previously#just not concentrated watching#i like purgatories :D#to be clear though i hope they don't run purg 3 until like november 2024 at the absolute EARLIEST#the staff is NOT at the point they can handle it yet lol not for a while#the fact that one of the ex devs said they were already talking about purg 3 was crazy#like i'm patient i'm not nuts let's cook this one#this is neglecting to mention the post-server close calls which are my favorite part of the event no contest#oh yeah and i also have issues w how some of the special events work#those need some tweaking it's not perfect by any stretch of the imagination#but i enjoy it :) it has good moments
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First Contact
Told ya I was gonna jump into the snzy romantic shit. Indigo's attempts to resist any sort of attraction to Grimm are failing spectacularly. Grimm is aware of this. Grimm is a bastard.
If you wanna know more about what's going on with them, I wrote a summary HERE.
*Note: You will find content warnings in my tags, if there are any. If you have concerns, be sure to look before you read.*
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Get to know him before you make your decision.
Reginald’s words ring in his ears as Indigo resists the urge to retreat back to his own room in the Victorian estate.
But he has given his word to his superior and that is a thing that must be honored. And if he is being honest with himself, watching Grimm explain the process of cleaning his gun is actually quite interesting, given the fact that Indigo has never used that particular weapon.
Not to mention that the man does, admittedly, look quite fetching in his gray cable knit sweater.
“You gotta get all of the shit out of here,�� Grimm says as he finagles a dry brush. “Chamber to muzzle.” He points to a small, sooty pile accumulating on the paper towel. “See that? It's all gotta go.”
The man is methodical in a way that even Indigo can admire. He sprays a bit solution onto a small patch of fabric and swabs the inside of the barrel by pulling it through repeatedly and switches to a clean one to finish the job.
“I hadn’t any idea there were so many components to a gun,” Indigo says.
“Yeah, there’s more to it than people think.” Grim began cleaning some other mechanism, wiping down every crevice.
He’s just finished the last piece when that familiar unsteady haziness clouds his expression, an action Indigo has come to know all too well.
Grimm winces, bracing his body against the counter one hand and a staggering heave of breath.
“Uh-SSCHuh!” He hisses between clenched teeth, his breath quickening to a sharp, almost gasping pace, if only for a moment. “Goddamn. . .”
Before he can stop himself, Indigo lays a hand on Grimm's uninjured shoulder. “That sounds as if it pains you.”
“Hmm, it does.” Grimm shudders against another ragged inhalation, choosing instead to cross his good arm over the still healing one, as if to hold it in place. “UhhSSSCHiiu!”
“Gods, bless you!” Indigo says. “Sit, before you give yourself an aneurysm.”
Grimm smirks, a trickle of sweat ebbing from his temple. “Or before I give you one.”
Indigo huffs. “Hardly.”
But he helps guide the other man to the nearest chair just the same.
As Grimm sinks into the weathered cushion, Indigo offers the other man a handkerchief.
“Thanks,” Grimm says with a grunt of discomfort. He pauses before using the thing, eyes lighting upon the embroidery near the corner. “You have your initials on all ‘em, Indy?”
“Of course I do.” Indigo glances at the cocky behemoth over the rims of his glasses. “And do not call me ‘Indy’.”
A low rumble attempting to call itself a chuckle emanates from somewhere within Grimm's chest. “Okay.” He wipes his nose with a smirk. “Indy.”
Moments pass and Indigo can feel the studious gaze of the other man upon him, watching. Cataloging his every breath. Analyzing him into the ground.
Indigo's irritation mounts. “Why in the name of the gods are you assessing me in this way?”
“Because it bothers the shit out of you that I've got your number,” Grimm says.
Indigo shoots him a glare that would make a paper man crumble, but Grimm is no wisp of a person. The man is a fortress of steel.
“It is your very presence that irritates me,” Indigo retorts.
“And yet, here you are, watching me swab out my barrel.”
Was that some manner of crude innuendo? Difficult to tell with this man, as were most things.
Indigo turns on his heel and forces himself to walk into the kitchen rather than stalk away in a fury.
Much to his utter annoyance (and with a bit of dismay), Grimm “forgets” the handkerchief resting beside him and chooses instead to press curled fingers beneath his nose, wincing against a powerful “-UHCHISSSHCHuu!”
And Grimm follows him. Of course he does.
“What is it that you want from me?” Indigo's voice is a low hiss of sound, his eyes flashing brilliant blue but for a moment before he cinches his tight control back into place.
“Want?” Grimm arches an eyebrow. “You’re so fucking hot and cold, you’d make a goddamn hurricane confused.”
He invades Indigo's space without physically inserting himself. Simply standing there is enough.
“I see you watching me.” Grimm levels his stare at Indigo with a slight dip of his head, much in the way a wolf considers its prey. “Especially when I do that.”
“You see no such thing.” Indigo runs a hand through his hair, the soft layers tangling against his fingers.
“You don't think so, huh. Hmn.” Grimm scratches at his stubble in that irritating, know-it-all fashion of his and Indigo doesn't even try to disguise his annoyance.
The sweater-clad behemoth shucks one arm out of the corded cable knit and, having mastered the art of doing so with his injury, pulls the entire garment over his head.
“Hot in here.”
Indeed.
But Grimm does not fare well in a colder environment, a fact which Indigo knows on an inherent level. Despite his denial of the accusation, Grimm is correct.
Indigo has been watching. Observing. Even indulging in enraptured listening between the paper thin walls.
And it doesn't take long for the chilly air to incite a very specific type of riot within the absurd bastard.
Grimm’s expression collapses into helpless vulnerability, one hand poised in wavering expectation.
“Hhhuh. . . hh-uhhh. . .! UHCHISSH!”
The sneeze is a full body affair, from the hitching stall of breath to the shudder that begins at his shoulders and ricochets down his spine.
“UHSSCHuu!”
More volume than the first, but still that same surprisingly soft manner of desperation, that utter surrender of himself to it.
“Bless y–” Indigo starts to say, but Grimm holds up a hand in a halting gesture, his breath caught in a hitching battle between relief and torture.
Indigo doesn't even catch himself leaning towards the other man until he is forced to right himself with a calculated step forward.
The desperation in Grimm's expression morphs into a sly smile of triumph. “Gotcha.”
“Bloody hell!” Indigo snaps, fully prepared to storm off in the other direction.
Or at least he would, were it not for Grimm's hand clamped over his wrist in a grip that will not be broken.
He does not struggle and Grimm does nothing further to inhibit his departure.
“Unhand me.” Indigo's voice is cold steel on black ice. “Now, Grimm.”
“You can break my grip easy.” Grimm tilts his head. “So do it.”
Indigo stands rigid, strands of his silvery hair sticking to his temples, but he makes no move to do so.
“Uh huh. That's what I thought.” Grimm releases him, but maintains his position.
Sniffling wetly. Doing nothing about it.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Indigo says. Out loud.
Gods be da—
Grimm's hand lingers atop his own, the deliberate brush of calloused fingers sending a jolt of heat through Indigo's body.
“Haven't heard you swear.” His voice drops into an even lower register. “That's fucking sexy.”
And that does it. Indigo closes the distance between them, sinking a hand into that silky black hair, fisting it between his fingers.
“And what of you, hmm? Watching me. Listening to my every move through these paper-mâché walls. Do you not think I see what is transpiring here? Do y–”
Grimm crushes him against his chest with his good arm. “Shut up, Indy.”
The kiss is a sensual affair, not the fervent tangling of tongues one might expect for first contact, but rather a controlled possession.
Indigo may have very well faltered in his ability to stand, had Grimm's massive arm not been holding him aloft.
He walks Indigo back until his shoulders connect with the wall near the kitchen door, pressing him against it, the roughness of his palm cradling one side of Indigo’s face.
The thin material of Grimm's jogging pants leaves little to the imagination as he shifts his body against Indigo's much leaner frame.
The hand travels down his cheek, over his chest, and rests upon his belt buckle.
He should stop this. He must stop this.
But he doesn't.
Grimm's tactical fingers make short work of both the buckle and the button on his pants. They toy with the waistband of his boxers, slide over the bare skin, and slip into forbidden space.
Indigo gasps. Shivers against Grimm's body, and fails to suppress the moan that escapes him.
“Mmm, Indy.” Grimm's rumbling bass against his ear. “You're so fucking hot.” The hand grips him with a stroking squeeze.
Indigo tries to respond, tries to do anything other than shudder with a stammering breath, but this stupidly alluring brute of a man holds his every weakness prisoner.
Quite literally.
“Gr-Grimm. . . I'm. . .I’m. . .”
Teeth nip at his ear. “Yeah?” A thick, congested sniffle. “You're what?”
Indigo clutches handfuls of Grimm's absurdly tight tank top and all but convulses in his grip, shuddering and crying out, despite his efforts to contain it.
“Yeah.” Grimm kisses his parted lips, swallows his unstable, shallow breaths. “That's nice. Heh.”
“You've ruined my attire,” Indigo says with false indignation.
“Don't care as long as I ruined you.”
Well, he had certainly done that, much to Indigo's chagrin. Or was that amusement? All manner of lines were suddenly quite blurred.
Grimm kisses the side of his mouth before moving to the sink to wash his hands, or rather his hand, and freezes mid-rinse.
“. . .uhhh! UHCHISSHu!” He sneezes against an arched shoulder, a most ineffective method of cover, but excruciatingly appealing just the same.
“Sorry,” he says with sharp hiss of breath. “Didn't do it on purpose.”
“I know.” Indigo buttons his pants, leaves his shirt untucked. He crosses the distance that separates them with slightly unsteady steps. “And bless you.”
“Thanks.” Grimm wipes his hand on the kitchen towel. “Hope I don't get you sick or some shit.”
“Nonsense.” Indigo rests a hand upon his back, away from his still healing injury. “Your shirt. . . “
“Soaked in sweat?” Grimm sniffles with a sharp, liquid sound. “Yeah. Just walking fucks me up sometimes.”
“You are still healing,” Indigo, aka Captain Obvious, says.
Good grief.
“Yeah. I'm – huh. . .!” Grimm snatches the towel from the counter and buries his nose in it. “--uhhSSSCH! UhSCHHHt!” He glances at Indigo with bleary, unfocused eyes. “Fuuuuck me, I'm done with this shit.”
Indigo, meanwhile, is just plain done.
“Bless you, Grimm,” Indigo says, but the words are so full of such purring appreciation that he briefly considers taking a dagger to his treacherous tongue.
The other man smiles in that cocky, unnecessarily attractive way of his and sniffles. “That do it for you, Indy?”
Honestly. . .
Indigo huffs. Tosses both hands in the air in what is most certainly a comical gesture of frustration.
“Yes, for gods’ sakes, yes! Yes, you positively infuriating bastard!” Indigo rakes a hand through his disheveled hair, further displacing the long layers into wild disarray. “Yes, that ‘does it for me.’ You do it for me! And I despise that fact with every fiber of my. . .”
Indigo's tirade trails into abrupt silence, as if shocked into awareness by his own absurdly impassioned outburst.
Grimm blinks. Tosses the towel who knows where. “Well, shit. I'm hard as fuck now.”
Indigo doesn't just laugh. He cackles in an almost hysterical manner.
This infuriating, absurdly attractive, incessantly obnoxious–
“Hey.” Grimm slides his fingers through the belt loops of Indigo’s pants. “Whatever you’re thinkin’, shut it up.”
“You haven’t the faintest idea what I might be thinking.” Indigo doesn’t realize he’s backed himself into the connected corners of the counter space until there is no room left for escape.
Grimm nuzzles his ear, his breath a hot, lurid counterpart to the rumble of that impossibly deep voice. “Mmm, I might have an idea.”
The other man is kissing him again, the slow, passionate exploration of his mouth like something romantic and lurid at once.
Beneath the touch of Grimm’s hands, Indigo trembles. “Grimm, I . . . do not know if I am ready for . . . “
More kissing. More bending him to Grimm’s will by simple touch alone.
“You know what you need?”
Well, he could certainly think of a few things, all of them quite heated.
Grimm pulls back to a respectful distance, one hand lingering on Indigo’s pale cheek. “Let’s do the dinner thing. I’ll put on a decent shirt, call up Rex and make some kind of deal with him to drive us somewhere.” He smiles in that cocky, sensual way of his. “How about it?”
Indigo blinks. “Are you . . . asking to court me?”
The back of Grimm’s hand brushes the line of his jaw. “Isn’t that what you want?”
Grimm shrugs his good shoulder. “Whatever gets you off.”
“Well, I—” Indigo stops himself from automatic, practiced refusal and inhales with a steadying breath. “Alright. But please, allow me to make the travel arrangements for the evening.”
Great gods.
“So it is, then. Six p.m.” Indigo says. He taps the tip of Grimm’s nose with one finger. “Do not make me wait.”
“Fucking bossy.” Grimm kisses the side of his mouth and gives his backside a playful swat. “Now, get out. I gotta finish with this gun before I can polish my damn self.”
In spite of himself, Indigo chuckles.
Well, then. A most unexpected turn of events.
#EFF writes#Grimm and Indigo#There's a little 18+ touchy feely here#Just an FYI#Grimm is SUCH a bastard wtf#I would have eaten his face off 200 times by now#Why isn't he wearing his sling? Because he's a fucker#That's why#And he doesn't mean “gotcha” like “haha"#He means it like “I caught you”
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more Passive Noot Noot because I love him
This man needs a hug so bad
nightmare belongs to @jokublog
#passive nightmare sans#nightmare sans#undertale au fanart#undertale au#undertale#nightmare x y/n#nightmare x reader#skeleton simp#Thats right I caught you monster fucker
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Doflamingo's creep factor to find out the most intrincate ways to mentally fuck you up are off the roof
#I don't believe I ever caught this one in my rewatches before#the little fucker#he's the kinda guy that would find out your blood type just so if he ever gets into the situation to control that#they would give you the wrong one#one piece#one piece anime#dressrosa arc#trafalgar law#the Amber Lead war flashbacks are real
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Keep your FUCKING cats inside your FUCKING houses. Period. Some asshole outdoor cat just killed one of my birds, on MY property, inside of MY barn, inside their own caging. Not one of the peafowl, thank fucking god, but I'm LIVID right now
#cats#animal death for ts#FUCK every single person who thinks outdoor cats are fine#and that it's somehow fine for someone else to decide my property is also theirs#and that it's fine to let their cat out in MY yard too#where my birds are minding their own business#fuck you fuck you fuck you#Do not come at me with any outdoor cat bullshit rn I will block you#unFUCKINGfollow me I don't care#I'm FURIOUS#I caught him in the act too so I even know WHICH fucker it was#I have been fucking TOLERATING you because you might get barn mice#not anymore I do not suffer bird killers#especially not when I'm just about to have peachicks on the ground
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#solrock#now *this* is the fucker that the one raid battle NPC had in swsh that everyone hated. including me. he served only to remove lives#fuckin mashing the rock polish button the whole time or whatever it was. doing Nothing Else. i feel like a lot of people who usually did#raids offline had that fucker's name and face memorized. cuz they'd see that they got him and just give up right then and there#at a certain point i feel like offline raids were just not very viable. the NPCs they'd give you to battle with were just so bad#and some of the higher star raids you really needed the extra firepower you just couldn't get from those NPCs#but also they kinda removed a lot of the incentive for joining other people's raids considering your catch chance was lowered by like 9000%#if you weren't the host of the raid. and if you were the host the percentage chance was so high it was basically guaranteed#i don't think i ever ONCE caught a pokémon successfully when i'd joined someone else's raid. and i don't think i ever once failed to catch a#pokémon when i was the host of the raid. it's just. i dunno! i stopped doing raids at a certain point. some people can get a pokémon game#and play it long long after the main story bc they get invested in raids and shit but i just lose interest at a certain point unfortunately#as much as i enjoy the game while i'm initially playing through it#hff. anyway. i'm queueing this up the morning of june 30th‚ aka the day of my first flight in 10 years. so. this won't post until mid july#and i'll have been back for a while by then but for right now‚ me writing these tags‚ i am very Anxious#saur. haha. y'know how it is. have solrock
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they're watching anita gaming (itsalanwake2shhh) + julia giving theory commentary and mortum's just there for the ride!
#fhr#fhr au#mortumchargestep#chargestep#mortumstep#dr mortum#julia ortega#fh: dr mortum#fh: julia ortega#sidestep: anita lee#myarts#mycomics#myaus | happy ending 202X#myaus | mortumchargestep aka nerd fuckers#mortunita | soft hands be patient for me#julita | when will we ever be each others#DHGJHSDJHGSDG this is basically me saying ive been playing Remedy Games(tm) for a while now#ive beaten Control twice now and recently beaten AW1 last month#im currently playing AW2 and let me tell you... i love it so far!!!!#anitas a casual gamer but theyre the type to be determined to try to beat a game#julia is obvs a theorist DUH she would theorize the fuck out of it and mortums just there for ride and snide commentary#actually shes secretly interested in the lore behind the Horrors and the weird shit in that game series#will join in theorize if it caught her interest#they both also watch anita having to die so many times but neets too stubborn to never give up sO
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woah....
#shay speaks#enstars#ensemble stars#umineko#umineko no naku koro ni#<- why not tag both games#anyway shout out to rae birthday-of-music for editing this and giving me permission to post this#the amount of times this fucker says checkmate. you could do this edit with like a solid 25% of the game#anyway. im fr caught up to where i was in ep2 so we continue reading
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#owner#(this interview is old but i just found it now!)#(i'm madly in love with the first gif)#(and with his half profile)#(whoever filmed him here has caught him as his most feminine)#(and do i have to mention this puppy glance???? OH GOD!)#(i hope he embraces this femininity but no matter what I will try to let him do so more!)#('cause he's a princess you fuckers!)
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thinking soooo hard about him. hes so cute. i need to go thru the manga and all the other shit and compile a Honenuki folder. because im normal.
#i have not looked thru the TUM but the way dogma talks abt them they seem fun#and its been soooo long since ive read or caught up on bnha. like ik whats happening and keeping up w spoilers but .. vaguely#need to get the clip of juzo laughing and doing his little clacking. such a fucking cute detail .#i remeber watching that ep and was like???? GOOGLE ENHANCE???? TURN THE VOLUME UP MY BOY CLACKS RARGHHHHHH#orange is typing...#im still giggling abt him and bakugo. god ofc honenuki would be like 'you fucking go you feral ass fucker. im having nothing to do with it'#he has class with so many freaks and the seating arrangement is chaos so like hes so used to bullshit
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if i wasnt in a happy and straight up fantastic relationship with @the-realnazeera i would start hitting on some of these bots because my god are they fine
#// MY HEAD HURTS SO BAD AGAIN I CAN BARELY OPEN MY GODDAMN JAW LORD ALMIGHTY STRIKE ME DOWN RN#CURSE ALL YOU FUCKERS#IT'S YOUR FAULT#I DONT KNOW HOW OR WHY BUT I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IT#AND#AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED#I NEED TO GO INTO TOWN TO GET A WATCH FIXED THAT I COULD DEFINITELY DO MYSELF BUT THE OWNER DOESNT TRUST ME#NO JOKE I COULD FIX IT WITH MY EYES CLOSED#BUT NoOOoO#IM NOT QUALIFIED#JUST BECAUSE I DONT HAVE A DEGREE DOESNT MEAN I DONT KNOW HOW FIX A GODDAMN WATCH#SO NOW IM GOING INTO TOWN WITH A SHOCKING HEADACHE HALF BLIND TO GET SOME POMPOUS DEGREE-HAVING FUCKER TO DO A JOB I COULD DO EASILY#END ME#FUCKING END ME#THE WORLD IS SPINNING#I CAN FEEL GOO DRIZZLING OUT OF MY PRETTY EARS#MY GORGEOUS BRAIN IS CAUGHT IN A VICE#MY SKULL IS BEING GRAFFITIED BY SOME MICRO MOTHERFUCKER DOIN KICK FLIPS#LORD TAKE MERCY ON MY SEXY SOUL
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FOR REAL I GET SO MAD WHEN I SEE POSTS LIKE "eww why are ntsmg fans such weirdos!! They dont deserve to have natsume/tsumugi as their favs!!" Like first of all we're not hurting anybody pls let us LIVE, second of all Have You Seen the Characters in Question. Like if we're freaks then what does that make THEM!??!? If they were real theyd be the freaks ur complaining abt!!! TL;DR natsumugi loser weirdo freaks canon and im here for it. Also that alice natsume is so CUUUUTE
ITS KIND OF ODD TBH ?? like obviously i get that not everyones going to like the same stuff but like. if you dont like characters being weird, why do You then also like ntmg.......? if its someone who doesnt ship them thats complaining then fine whatever but its so weird to me when people who claim to ship them make these complaints bc its like?? then why do you ship them???? do you Only like the bits where the two of them are being sweet to each other? do you only like their angsty backstory? do you only like the comedic relief? i have a hard time grasping the idea of dedicating yourself to a pair or character without loving (or at the very least tolerating) every aspect of them........ have these people read the stories? or are they being deliberately oblivious? i have no idea
it makes me really sad how people are so afraid of being seen as "weird" though. too often that word comes with negative connotations when that doesnt need to be the case at all, and i wish these people would stop living in fear and surrounding themselves with those who judge people based off how Socially Normal (according to a christian society) they are
also i just get annoyed seeing ntmg get watered down to some idealized couple completely stripped from their complexities to better fit what we're taught is Morally Correct (according to puritanical beliefs) or reduced to a comedic duo SHDKJFHD
#some of you people really need to learn to live a little#because not allowing yourself to indulge in what you enjoy or just getting mad at OTHERS for indulging in harmless behaviour#is going to make you miserable#and i really fucking wish this shit wasnt so ingrained in todays people#because such a judgemental and reactionary attitude genuinely is harmful especially towards queer people#but thats a whole other discussion for another day#and as i always say its OKAY to be uncomfortable with things#there are MANYYYYYY ntmg artists who make things that makes me very uncomfortable so i SIMPLY DO NOT ENGAGE!#but to act like ntmg Themselves arent weird ???#and like you cant possibly understand why the fans might indulge in some weird stuff too ??#thats gotta just be projecting on your end atp#ask#btw this is about harmless self-expression and exploration via fiction and not LITERAL CRIMES#just so you fuckers dont go assuming shit because Jesus Christ the second you start being open about accepting weirdness and being weird#people automatically assume the worst shit imaginable which is so fucking insulting to literally every single human being on the planet#this post is about fictional characters being weird and us being allowed to indulge in it#do Not twist my words into Anything else.#EDIT OMG I GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN BEING ANGRY AT STRANGERS ONLINE I FORGOT U COMPLIMENTED ME#THANK U VERY MUCH!!!!! ASJHFKAJSHDG
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i desperately want to know how tide and wavelengths powers interact. and i CANT, because we still dont know the specifics of wavelengths power, and thats Agony. hes some sort of power source. he can exert that externally, at least a little, which we know from his little show in the prison the first time we saw him again in s2. then its just bad memory and theory work. his name is wavelength. oxford defines wavelength as so: “the distance between successive crests of a wave, especially points in a sound wave or electromagnetic wave.”
the sound wave thing is EXTRA interesting, considering that trick he pulled with ashe in s1 that let him keep the sound confined to a specific room, even with the door open. that may not have been a gadget that may have been Him, or some quirk of his suit that enhanced that ability. The distance between successive crests of a wave… agat the fuck would that even Look like. would it look like anything. would wavelength be able to affect water waves at all?? he cant affect light- not on his own, anyway, unless im misremembering him needing a gadget to keep the hologram up when he took down lightspeed. does he just electrocute the fuck out of the water?? how the hell would tide deal with that. i wanna watch them kick each others asses so sososo badi want to watch them go HAM
#pd#rattling the bars of my cage#WAVLENGTH WHAT ARE THE LIMITS OF YOUR ABILITIES#YOURE A SMART FUCKER AND GOOD AT HIDING THEM ELT ME KNOWWWW#TIDE HOW DID YOU KICK HIS ASS AND DID YOU KNOW HE WAS LIZARD BEFORE THE KIDS CAUGHT HIM#thats part of what makes them so fun is the stuff we dont know and whats implied but listen. listen. what if i knew tho
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Twice in a row. I am so fucking tired.
#irl stuff#twice in a row#in the street when i'm alone#twice in row#guys beating up#row of twice#people passing by refuse to help#twice row#so fucking tired#idiots and brutes and fuckers everywhere#i asked them to help and they were just “no”#everytime i'm caught off guard#i didn't even have a phone this time#twice row twice row#be it girls or animals#please when you see something like that#don't let those begging for help alone#don't do as if you saw nothing#all you fuckers#tired and alone#if you see this act#you're human no?
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