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"u don't know my alphabet" is changing my brain chemistry as we speak i will start saying that every time someone wants me to label my sexuality despite me saying i don't fw that
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Prompt idea
What of instead ‘Depressed/Abused Tim with no inhibitor because of some drug and tries commit unlive, making Batfam realises they phucked up’ we got Tim who tried eating his phone or just doing every thought that just came to mind like,
“TIM! DON’T PLAY DARTS WITH THE NEEDLES!”
“GET FUCK OFF ME REPLACEMENT!”
“FATHER! DRAKE BIT ME!”
And like so on, and by the end Tim’s phone has been smashed into bits, half of the medbay was destroyed, and Tim had to be removed from a watchlist for sending out nuke warnings as a prank.
#bitch only sent the warnings to certain people#the location was smth like deez nuts#Alfred wrestling the phone out of Tim’s mouth#batfam#batfamily#tim drake#dick grayson#jayson todd#unhinged tim drake#damian wayne#based on how I would like to eat my phone#not to be taken seriously#I love all forms of Tim fanfics#fic prompt#dc prompt
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Let’s be real here
Pretty much any “Andrew x anyone that isn’t Ashley” ships would just end like that
#tcoaal#the coffin of andy and leyley#coffincest#gravecest#andrew graves#ashley graves#andrew x ashley#ashley x andrew#andrew x reader#andrew x julia#mypost#not to be taken seriously#memes#appropriately posted on april 1st but this ain’t an april fools joke fool
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If she’s your girl why’s she tryna revive me with ancient magic
#marcille dunmeshi#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#stupid post#not to be taken seriously#farcille#falin touden#falin dungeon meshi
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10 April 1945 Dick wrote to DeEtta:
In his letter to DeEtta on the 16th September 1945 Dick apparently knew plenty about love, especially about being lovesick:
In his letters he wrote between April and Sept, Dick suddenly started talking a lot about Nix. At one point claiming how untrustworthy Nix is off duty. He also kept gently urging DeEtta to go find and marry someone.
#lighthearted fun#not to be taken seriously#band of brothers#dick winters#lewis nixon#i just thought it was quite funny how suddenly nix started featuring so heavily in dick's letters#he either almost never mentioned nix before or of he did then these letters are not included in this book#(i suspect these were detailed descriptions of nix)#and quite entertaining how dick was advising deetta on the marriage front. one almost got the sense that#the sooner she marries someone the better#Hang Tough: The WWII Letters and Artifacts of Major Dick Winters
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cinnamon rolls, lotus tower edition
(here's to Fang Duobing's canonically high kill count)
#not to be taken seriously#in honour of the decade of the cinnamon roll onion article#i made this in approximately 30 seconds and did not think about it for any longer than that#mysterious lotus casebook#li lianhua#di feisheng#fang duobing#huli jing#homemade memeing
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忠犬サンド if rkgk kris + ngis
#there is english text in the comic please open img in new tab if it's hard to read! or check alt text for a summary#not to be taken seriously#blue lock#ブルーロック#ブルーロックFA#bllk#isagi yoichi#kurona ranze#nagi seishiro#ngis#nagisagi#kris#kurosagi#忠犬サンド#fanart#fan comic#rkgk#doodle
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"Soft mod Week 5 but I wrote it" lol
Who keeps letting me cook-
#fnf#friday night funkin#fnf soft#fnf soft mod#fnf soft bf#fnf soft pico#fnf soft gf#the parents too#there's no tag for them hmm i wonder why#crack post#not to be taken seriously#made for giggles
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doing a half-assed rewatch of D2 as i work on a fic but. a thought on the Cotillian fashions--
Uma's dress is much more complimentary of Ben's. She has the gold, in jewelry and accents, and the military-esque epaulets which compliment Ben's gold and military-esque jacket. They're both in mostly blue, sleek looks.
They feel coordinated and intentional, presenting a united but independent front/pairing.
Mal's dress, especially before her transformation (dragon and literal), is very... individual. Obviously part of her journey over the course of this movie is to learn how to balance two parts of herself.
But the complete juxtaposition of her dress next to Ben's really speaks to the way their relationship plays out. She has no gold, no blue. She has yellow and purple (and later purple and black and green). The yellow is the same yellow that Belle wears, rather than anything that Ben is wearing. She has voluminous skirts that take up space, literally separating her from her friends and from Ben.
Mal does not compromise with Ben, does not compromise her chosen identities. She maintains her individuality, even if it isolates her.
Staying true to yourself is a good message for a regular relationship, but as rulers, not as much.
And of course, Uma and Ben's coordination can speak to the spell Uma has Ben under. But both their costumes are true to their characters without any huge adjustments, where for Mal to match Ben it would have to be a very different dress.
So just some thoughts on how Mal and Uma are presented in juxtaposition to Ben at Cotillion.
#d2#descendants 2#descendants costume design#uma descendants#mal descendants#ben descendants#just some passing thoughts !#not to be taken seriously#not anti-mal#not anti-bal#just interesting to see how this set up plays into the next film too#and how mal acts as queen#she never really listens/compromises with ben in d3#its always the adults/belle and beast#and how uma really aligns more with bens values#when it comes to getting kids off the isle#even evie is more coordinated with ben than mal!#anyway!#yay fashion and costume design
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In light of the fact that Bucky (Loki and Thor too for that matter, since the Chrises, Tom and Seb have all aged past their characters) should pretty much still look like he did in CATFA in-universe, it's hilarious to imagine Sam slipping up one day and calling Bucky "kid" without thinking and it's mortifying for them both. Sam has a whole list of old man jokes from his time with Steve that he now gets to reuse on Bucky, except goddamnit Bucky pretty much rebuilt his personality after a factory reset from breaking conditioning so the illusion of being old breaks down easier than it did with Steve, his sense of humor is eerily close to genz/clearly influenced by Princess Shuri, and sometimes when Sam is distracted by something else, he does let "kid" drop like he does with Joaquín.
Bucky looks disturbed because Steve probably keeps accidentally calling him "son" and "kid" during their meet ups too, since there's a strong chance he has grandkids that look Bucky's age, and now Sam's doing it as well, he's in his 100s what the hell is going on? Meanwhile this is, based on a calculated estimate on the serums aging rate, what he looks like in-universe:
#bucky barnes#winter soldier#the serum seems to delay aging by around 40%#and we can safely assume Bucky's serum is truer to Steve's than the later non radiation serums#Steve's aging in Endgame is our best estimate for Bucky's in universe aging#since he obviously doesn't match with Sebastian anymore#bucky barnes headcanons#theories#crack#not to be taken seriously
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Concept sketches in between work.
Not at all to be taken seriously, but this is my interpretation of the Ink Demon. Absolutely no hate in the BatDR model as the team did a very good job with the game, but it wasn't very appealing to me. When I think if a cartoon character gone horribly wrong, I think of something that is a cross of that rubberhose toon look and a monster. Something that's supposed to be familiar yet warped. BatDR Bendy works with the dark themes of the game but doesn't quite fit what I feel works for the animation studio as a whole. Going from BatIM to BatDR models is quite jarring and leaves BatDR Bendy as nearly unrecognizable as Bendy except for his head. If there was more of an in-between to show how Bendy becomes more and more monstrous, then I think it wouldn't have been so off to me. And I reiterate, this is solely my opinion and is not to be taken seriously.
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this might be slightly controversial but i really hate how bioessentialism has dug it's claws in trans spaces. we used to prioritize individual identity but now it's like afab and amab are the new mbti. yall put it in your fucking bios
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diet mountain dew || ꕤ
“Baby, stoppin' at 7-Eleven
There in his white Pontiac heaven.”
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“Are you asking me out on a date?”
Daniel was looking at you with the smuggest smirk you’d ever seen on a man’s face before. His eyes were burning into yours, glistening under the light as he stared at you, his mouth slightly agape. You tried not to gulp as the question echoed in your ears, face hot and flustered.
You never thought you’d find yourself outside of Daniel Kaffee’s door, contemplating whether to knock on his door or not. You’d always had the first word with him, ever since the moment he burst in your office with that stupid apple of his.
He’s looked like an idiot then and he looked like an idiot now, all proud of himself, looking at you — forcing you to use the actual words you’d been practicing and itching to say to him for God knows how long. It was deeply humiliating.
“No,” you simply and coldly replied, but your voice weakened by the end of the two-lettered word.
“It sounded like you were asking me out on a date,” he argued, crossing his arms as he took a few steps closer to you, ignoring the baseball game on the television that played uninterrupted in the background. He slyly raised his eyebrows as if he was questioning your previous ‘no’.
You stood there robotically, fumbling with the end of your thin jacket as you avoided eye contact with Daniel, knowing very well that your knees would buckle under just one look from him.
“I wasn’t,” you continued firmly.
“Mm,” Daniel hummed, his face so close to yours that you swore he was asking to get roughly hit in the balls. You were a woman with dignity and respect, though, you had to be stronger than that. God, you were aware of the fact that he had one of the most self-absorbed, cocky personalities, but when had he gotten like that? “I’ve been asked out on dates before, and that’s what it sounded like.”
Regretting your life’s choices should’ve been a paid occupation for you at that point. You wondered what came over you, thought hard about the nerve in your burnt brain that screamed and cried for you to get up from the bed, have a good day and then ruin it all by finally gathering the courage to go alone to Daniel’s place and talk to him about something that wasn’t related to the case. Ask him out on a fucking date like the desperate, little, touch starved loser you were.
Men had been going after you, begging for a chance since forever… yet, there was Daniel.
Daniel Kaffee, who had graduated from law school a year ago, had gotten in the Navy freshly — around nine months ago — who was so admirably impressive and intelligent and a whole person of his own. Daniel, who couldn’t come to a realisation without his thinking bat.
How had you fallen so hard in love with him?
“Do you like seafood? I know a good seafood place,” you blurted out, mentally kicking and cursing yourself for how stupid you’d sounded.
“I’ll tell you if you admit you’re asking me out.”
You weren’t going to, not even if he held a gun to your forehead and threatened your life. He did not need that kind of boost for his ego, nor did you care for getting embarrassingly paralysed in front of him after the smile he’d give you in case you actually did convince yourself to admit that this was your horrible aspect of asking him on a date.
“N-Not a date,” you stuttered, hating yourself.
“The sweat forming on your forehead says otherwise.” He snickered when you hurriedly snatched your hand from your jean’s pocket to wipe the non existent sweat off your face. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. You know, I really wouldn’t say no to going out with you.”
“Well, you’re not. I just want to grab some dinner with my colleague is all. Will you come or should I get going? It’s late, they’ll close soon.”
You eventually gathered the courage to breathe, backing away from him as you headed towards the door, placing your hand on the handle. Daniel snatched you back by the arm, catching you off guard as you silently cried, mind short-circuiting after noticing how much closer he’d pulled you to him. His grip was strong on your elbow, fingers tightly pressing into your warm, reddening skin.
“Are you dismissing me?”
You cocked your head to the side.
“What?”
“I want to go on a date with you. Do you want to go on a date with me?” Fuck, he was killing you. You were an exceptional lawyer, distinguished, had even won service medals. And all of that just vanished, the words dying in your throat, just because Kaffee was holding you so painfully close to him that part of your mind subconsciously dared you to move your head just an inch further into him, invade completely his personal space.
“I…” you began, but trailed off, seeing as you were truly incapable of understanding what was going through your blinded head in that moment. Had his eyes always been so dazzlingly green and big? Had Daniel always looked so unbelievably pretty?
“I didn’t even know you liked me. I mean, if you like me. I won’t make you say it — I just want to know if you’re asking me out on a date. Which is sort of like asking you if you like me, so that automatically cancels out what I just said.”
Daniel was getting nervous as well. Both of you were so utterly fucked with each other, but none ever spoke about it out loud without jokingly throwing flirtatious innuendos. He was done with just guessing how you felt about him, though, decided to take the matter into his own hands if you didn’t have the guts to make a move first.
He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost you to another man just because his stupidity was too much of an obstacle to overcome. Died in silence every time he had to say goodbye or goodnight to you wherever you had to leave his apartment after judging that you’d all conversated enough about the case. Daniel knew that you had to be feeling something for him — even if that was a tiny spark.
All the secret glances, the way you commanded and spoke to him, the contained smiles; they had to mean something right? But why weren’t you trying anything with him? He thought he made it pretty obvious that he felt the same way about you, had been feeling like that for a long time.
He knew you knew.
“Danny, can you let — fuck, I can’t breathe when you hold me so close to you,” you accidentally confessed, eyes bulging the moment your words played loudly rent free in your brain right after they so easily and boldly left out of your mouth.
“You can’t?” he repeated softly, in awe as he tried to comprehend what you’d just said. “You can’t — you can’t say stuff like that to me and then tell me that you don’t want to ask me on a date. You can’t do that — you can’t fuck like that with my mind.”
You jerked away from him, brows furrowing.
“Me? I can’t say stuff like that to you? You’d known me only 12 hours when you told me you were sexually aroused. You’ve been looking at me as if I’m some sort of grand lawyer, like I amaze you or something — you know how hard it is for me to keep a fucking professional stance around you?” you were shouting for no reason now, practically admitting your feelings for him due to the anger that had fogged your brain.
Daniel closed his eyes in wonder, then looked at you dumbfounded. “What?” Fuck. “What did you just say?” he repeated hesitantly.
“Nothing.”
“No, don’t give me that bullshit. I thought you hated me. I always try so hard to impress you and I’m so afraid that I’ll do something wrong or offend you in some way I won’t even realize and you… You feel the same way about me?”
The question fell off his lips like he was terrified of the answer you’d give him. And it was true; he was, beat himself up for how little confidence he had around you even though his actions showed the opposite. He’d been melting for you.
Was captivated by your determination, the way you could make him feel so worthless just by giving him a weird look. Scary?
To Daniel, you were divine.
“I—I don’t feel a certain way about you, Danny.”
“You kill me,” he rushed to comment, cutting you off the second his nickname was mentioned. “Every single time you call me that, a small part of me dies. That sounds horrible, I didn’t mean it that way. You know how it feels to walk in a courtroom for the first time?”
You nodded with a slight chuckle. “Yeah, I do. I could never forget. Do you?”
“Because of you, I do. If you weren’t so damn stubborn and annoying, I couldn’t even dream of it. When I walked inside, my legs were trembling. It was a confusing, but beautiful feeling.”
Your knees were bucking — what was he doing?
“Fuck you, Kaffee,” you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair.
“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying. Fuck me. Fuck me, Commander, I’m already yours. I have been ever since you listed my entire life in front of my very own eyes, then proceeded to threaten my position in the case. How can you not know that? How can you act so surprised when the only reason why I keep calling both you and Sam at my place repeatedly every day is because I believe that there couldn’t possibly be any way I’d ever see you in my little, humble apartment under any other circumstances? Don’t you think we could’ve perfectly arranged another meeting spot?”
You’d lost touch with the environment. Daniel’s eyes looked as though he was about to burst into tears; all glassy and red, holding back a million words and emotions that he’d so successfully held back for such a long time, that they almost didn’t even feel real. He had to be kidding you.
“Is it too late to ask you on a date, then?”
Daniel let out a sigh of relief, a gorgeous smile cracking on his lips as he finally shut the game on the television off, moving dangerously toward you. He cupped his hands over your cheeks and pulled you tightly into him, capturing your lips with his own after what felt like ages. His eyes were forcefully closed, afraid of opening them and waking up to what could be just another dream. But no, this was reality, he decided after he discreetly opened them just an inch to make sure that the person he was smushing was real.
You weren’t kissing him back, though, and it made him pull away, feeling like a complete fool. Had he misread anything again, had he done something wrong? Had his hurried intrusive thought to kiss you been too much?
“I’m really sorry, I—”
Embarrassment welled up inside of him as he stared down at your feet, his mind still unable to process the taste of your lips as it barely even functioned for any other reason; talking like a normal person, for example. Harvard lawyer, they said. Lawyer his ass. What kind of lawyer was ever known to get so tongue tied in a situation?
“Your lack of response to my question makes me believe that you haven’t truly been asked out on any dates before,” you eventually spoke, opting to break the silence with sarcasm, just like it had always been between the two of you.
You pressed your mouth against his this time, smirking nobly as you heard him take a sharp inhale. You walked backwards, forcing him to do the same, then pushed him against the outside arm of his pathetic couch, causing him to fall.
You wasted no time with getting on top of him, straddling his lap firmly as your back arched on top of him, making the kiss get profoundly deeper and wetter as tongues got involved. You’d never been French-kissed like that (or in general, ) — your head felt like it would explode.
Daniel wasn’t skilled just as a lawyer. He was awfully good at kissing, sending you over the edge just by adding a little extra saliva in the kiss and letting his hands roam freely in your back, pulling you closer and closer to his scorching body. His soft brunet hair softly brushed against your forehead as he titled his head for a better angle and you could almost feel yourself die.
He winced when his bat dug into his back and the miserable sound he made caused you to moan.
“Are — Are you going to ask me out?”
You ignored him, grasping on his shoulders as you accidentally ground against his crotch, losing your mind and grip over yourself when you felt his semi-erection rub just the right away over your jeans and panties, your wet core clenching around absolutely nothing disappointedly.
“Let’s go to the seafood place, yeah?” you exclaimed against his mouth.
“As a date?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
You untangled yourself from him, still neatly seated on his legs as if you couldn’t feel him flush and hard, aching to be freed from his trousers.
“You know I’m very intimidated by you, right?”
Daniel gave you a peck on the before getting up to sit normally on the couch. “I do not, Ma’am.”
“Shut up.”
“Pretty impressive, huh?” he mocked, just like he’d said to you the first time you met. God, you really, deeply hated his self-absorbed guts. But you loved him. Loved him like crazy.
“I changed my mind.”
“About what?”
“I don’t want to go out to eat.”
Daniel’s face dropped when you got up from the couch and began putting your jacket back on. He’d messed up, he’d messed up, he’d messed up… Fuck him and how he never thought before doing. You were going to leave him, of course you were. You were scared of how fast he’d moved.
Except you really weren’t, you just really found joy into toying with his lowered remaining patience.
“What?” he asked, nearly like a whisper.
“I’ll see you at court tomorrow at 10. Don’t be fucking late, Lieutenant, or I’ll just might have to cancel the dinner reservations I’m planning. Up until then, you’ll do well with your very manly and grown up Yoo-Hoos,” you walked up to his door, feeling your heart beat rapidly in your chest as the corner of your eye caught him almost stumbling into the coffee table in his hurry to get to you.
“Is it going to be a—”
“And before you ask, yes, it’s a date.”
FIN.
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#daniel kaffee#daniel kaffee oneshot#a few good men#a few good men fanfic#daniel kaffee fanfic#tom cruise oneshot#tom cruise#daniel kaffee fluff#so much tension#enemies to lovers#tension#daniel kaffee smut#light smut#not to be taken seriously#scrap#tom cruise x reader#daniel kaffee x reader#tom cruise imagine#daniel kaffee imagine
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I had a stupid thought substantiated on having seen none of the spider man movies aside from the mcu, watched none of the animated series, and read none of the comics
But I saw this meme on Pinterest
And I thought “heh, Peter sure has a type” you know blonde and blue eyed
And then I thought “hey that’s a funny joke” because I’m so conceited I have to be literally the first person to think of that
But then I went and looked up the Raimi verse Harry and MJ
And here’s my best case for the argument because James Franco had like black hair so they were dying his hair for these films and kinda gave up cuz it’s a lot of work
But my point still stands
Blond Gwen, blonde Harry
Ginger MJ, (attempted) ginger Harry
Conclusion: Peter you stupid bisexual you’re not even trying
#not to be taken seriously#spider man#raimi trilogy#raimi parksborn#tasm#tasm parksborn#peter parker#harry osborn#mary jane watson#mj#gwen stacy#parksborn
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#hazbin hotel#hazbin carmilla#hazbin zestial#i made a thing#not to be taken seriously#hazbin zestmilla
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you ever have one of those days where you just feel like:
#me today#lol#migraine comedown my beloved#also hormones#✌️#need a thousand hugs to heal pls n thanks#fourteenth doctor#doctor who#not to be taken seriously
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