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Y'know what fuck it icemav having a mansion as house. Let them have these two stories with three bedrooms because one is for them, one is because they have to fake it until the repeal of the DADT (but it's mostly used as home office) and one for baby Bradley. A cozy place they call their own, and that makes them not afraid to be around each other or to be a family because they had such a shitty childhood that they now deserve everything they want, and that's that. A patio and a garden for every single time they try to grow something, where they fail but it's okay because mistakes aren't the end of the world, and they can learn how to fix them together. And a garage that gets bigger after five years of them living there because their neighbours don't need a piece of their share property, and so they buy it, and Mav goes a little crazy because all that space is his now. A house cat that gives everybody a heart attack for day and walking distance from most places where they can go walking that, at some point, Mav has to dust is bike.
#i love every single Mediterranean house(?) ice buys in every fic#even if i never saw one in person lol#the name is very not so much explanatory of what a Mediterranean house is#but for once i want them to have something simple and maybe out of character bc everybody is waiting for the big house™️ when it comes to-#-down to admirals#the important it's their name on the bank loan they asked when they brought it and on the bills they received every months bf the digital-#-copies#and yep ice is still going to gift mav of the hangar but that's a different kind of story#tom iceman kazansky#pete maverick mitchell#icemav
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Damian: *storming into the den* Faaaather, Drake called me a rude word-
Tim: For the hundredth time, I said you were acting like Dick, not acting like a dick!
Jason: *not even glancing up from his book* That’s debatably worse
Dick: *exaggeratedly wounded gasp*
Damian: *pulling a knife* You take that back Todd-
Bruce: *as chaos ensues* …I’m out
#damian admires dick too much to take this laying down#batfam#jason todd#dick grayson#damian wayne#tim drake#batfamily#bruce wayne#dc#batman#chaotic batfamily
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"Oscar's one of the best starters on the grid" 🥹
#lando norris#f1#mctwinks#oscar piastri#landoscar#mclaren f1#dutch gp 2024#always praising his boy#i really admire how humble and down to earth lando is in that conference#my babies
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#I had to slow this moment down okay#I need to savour every second of Charles just admiring Carlos like this#Oh to be looked at like that#he really doesnt care anymore just like Carlos#Its going to be a fun year indeed#charles leclerc#16#carlos sainz#55#charlos#1655#c2#carlos sainz jr#mine
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Admiral Janeway's adding espresso shots to her coffee black now. Icon behavior
#she went fuck it we ball#the doctor is helpless to stop her#he knows what happened to neelix when he tried to get in the way of Janeway's coffee#red alert she has a new mug#star trek prodigy#admiral janeway#Kathryn janeway#they're called red eyes or a shot in the dark if you were wondering#I maybe fell down an espresso hole a few years ago and now know a lot about coffee lol
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birthday art trade with the birthday neighbor @mih4nn
#one piece#donquixote doflamingo#ive always admired artists who can make green and pink/red palettes work so i tried my hand at it#edit: i just realized i forgot to add those beaded bits to his shirt fuck#ill update it tmr im already lying down
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Inspiration - @ghcstao3
There's something to be said about the way John "Soap" MacTavish, notorious for his fleeting fancy of any given subject when off an op, hasn't been able to get Simon Riley out of his head. Granted, even before "The Incident" his lieutenant occupied his thoughts frequently. But now, oh, not a minute goes by where his attention doesn't stray, where his eyes aren't drawn to Ghost’s hulking figure, and he wishes they'd been stationed literally anywhere else but the monotone grey of autumnal England.
His sketchbook is filled with pages upon pages of studies. Greens and browns and gold – the myriad of colours hazel can be – despite how none of them feel right. Too saturated, too dark, too light. Too much or too little. Then again... it is near impossible to recreate a work of art after a mere fleeting second of studying the original. La Gioconda del Prado wasn't made with a peripheral glance at Da Vinci's subject – so how is Johnny to do the impossible?
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"Spar with me."
Ghost pauses with his fork mid-way to his mouth. A mouth Johnny would gladly analyze at length, or map with his own one day, if not for the unhealthy obsession he's taken with Ghost's eyes.
One thing at a time.
His irises are shadowed by the tilt of his head and the presence of eyeblack but there is a subtle difference between them. Johnny is fool enough to think he can see it no matter how shit the lighting. Deluded, even, if his long-suffering best friend is to be believed. They're also dark with question, narrowed with thoughts and opinions kept close at heart.
"Alright," Ghost says and pushes the rest of his dinner away, pausing briefly as if to say something before ultimately deciding against it.
Johnny follows him with a pronounced bounce in his step and speeds through stretching and warming up. It'll be a killer tomorrow but that's a problem for future Johnny. Sore muscles are a small price to pay if it means settling a mystery.
They take their places, circling each other lazily. Johnny, ever the impatient one, lunges first and ends up with Ghost's heavy weight straddling the small of his back a couple minutes later. He grinds his teeth and heaves himself back to his feet. Sweat beads at his temples, his neck, trickling down his spine. Alight with purpose, he throws himself back in the fray.
He sways out of Ghost’s reach, blocking and evading, bouncing on the tips of his toes, throwing punches when it's fitting while he awaits the perfect time to strike. They're both grinning. It's plain as day on his own face, more subtle on Ghost's. The way the corners of his eyes crease gives him away, the shift of his plain balaclava as his lips twitch.
Johnny is focused on them like a bloodhound on a scent and when Ghost tosses his head, tilting it up with a roll of his shoulders, the florescent lights catching them just so.
Oh, is all he can think with the truth of him laid plain to see – how Johnny had been right all along. They differ subtly in darkness but when cast in either sunshine sepia or lightbulb white the contrast between them is stark. One is the deep, dark of pine, a forest green with too many hues to accurately count. It compliments the wooden brown of tree-trunk bark, flecks of whiskey-gold therein framed by pale lashes of nearly the same colour.
A modern day Medusa who stops him dead in his tracks, mesmerised, as Ghost's fist slams into the side of his face with the concentrated power of an eighteen-wheeler barreling into a concrete wall.
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Ghost's face swims back into view an undetermined amount of time later. Worry etched into the tense way he carries himself. His hands are cupping Johnny’s cheeks, thumbs stroking once under his lower lids before they tilt his head back a fraction. He hovers close, peering into Johnny’s eyes as if they hold the secrets of the universe therein.
"Fuckin' hell Johnny. Anything broken?"
Johnny blinks at him, a dopey smile spreading over his lips like molasses.
Ghost, if anything, looks even more worried.
"Talk to me, Sergeant."
"You've beautiful eyes."
Ghost freezes in place. Gobsmacked, if Johnny were to put an expression to it. He murmurs a string of delightfully innovative curses under his breath, manoeuvring Johnny to sitting upright, and the change in vantage point only makes him a little bit dizzy. The dark spots dancing before his eyes is nothing new, honestly, but they are annoying when they're ruining his view.
"Knocked what little sense you had left right out of your head, huh?" Ghost sounds amused and Soap realises, belatedly, that he might've said all that out loud. "Price'll have a field day with this."
"Take some responsibility an' kiss it better then."
"You're concussed."
"Och aye, an' whose fault is tha'? You and yer bonnie eyes. Could get lost in 'em, y'ken?"
"You're off your head, mate."
"Ahm'nt! An' if you'd jus' stay still for a moment an' lemme look at ye, this wouldn't 'ave been an issue," Johnny grumbles indignantly. Grumbles, because whining is for children and it never works in getting him what he wants anyway. Ghost usually looks at him with the flattest stare imaginable whenever he tries. Horrid man. Johnny kind of wants to kiss him about it.
"Tell you what, Johnny. If you're good–" Ghost slings his arm over his shoulder, kindly ignoring the way his words leave him shivering, "–i'll let you look all you want."
Johnny leans against him when he's levered to his feet, swaying like a branch caught in the wind. "I can be good."
"Mmh. You're gonna listen to the nurses once I drop you off at medical?"
Soap groans and smushes his face deeper into Ghost’s surprisingly comfortable shoulder.
"I'll take that as a yes."
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Ghost keeps his promises, it is an irrefutable fact, and Johnny can and will take advantage of that with shameless abandon.
Crawling into Ghost's lap with a shit-eating grin, paints and brushes well-within reach, wobbling precarious on his perch until Ghost takes pity and steadies him with scorching hands on his hips feels like a victory despite the dull throbbing in his temple and purpling bruises lapping up the side of his face. There are no protests when he guides Ghost's head this-way-and-that. No complaints are heard even when the warm glow of his bedside lamp shines at his eyes and their kaleidoscope of colours become present again. Ghost keeps his gaze unwavering focused when Johnny's hands rest on his face in a mirror of the day prior – though his eyelids droop down the fraction of an inch. It's intense and intimate and Johnny, no stranger to selfishness when he can get away with it, can't help but be greedy.
"Can you be good for me now, Simon?"
His lieutenant nods as far as Johnny’s hands allow and though him closing his eyes is the opposite of good, Johnny can't fault him when his own slide shut as he brings their faces together for the first time – a new obsession flaring to life in the wake of lips brushing fabric.
#sometimes a prompt comes along that breaks into my house and threatens to burn my house down unless i write it#most all of op:s posts do#i've just gotten exceedingly good at dodging#huge thanks to ghcstao3 for keeping the brain gremlins fed#i am admiring you from afar#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghostly writes stuff
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once again thinking about @void-dude's static ford. ough.
check this out
#gravity falls#billford#bill cipher#stanford pines#the book of bill#flashing lights cw#scopophobia cw#just. the idea that bill has all these galaxies and worlds at his command. that he parties constantly and should be happy#but isnt#hes not happy. hes fucking miserable. but he has so much power.#and so many grand things. cosmos. stars. galaxies. so much.#but ford. who settled down with his family. is happy?#and that bill could have had that happiness but let his delusions of grandeur blind him? that bill finally found someone that understood hi#someone that when asked to look at the stars didnt blind him but instead admired him?#and he FUMBLED IT SO HARD?#in pursuit of a goal that ultimately would never make him happy but he thought it would and he destroyed any CHANCE of having that happines#(ford) back ever again?#augh#and him having to come to terms with the fact that he fumbled it so bad and that ford actually meant something to him?#oh man.#anyway.#sorry to @ u void dude but ur static ford is legit so goooood#okay anyway#animatic#tbob#op art#song is image of black me from evangelion#ill add id later. once i make sure this thing actually uploads#eye strain cw
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Skén:nen sá:sewh
as promised, here's Precious boy™ getting kissed by Precious wife™ because he deserves all the love in the world :cc
translation: Get home safe
#nobody translate the file name#nah but home girl is the strongest soldier let me tell you#imagine date/being married to an assassin fr I would loose my mind#I'm such a sucker for the friends to lovers trope ok hear me out#Girlie is an ally to the assassin's and that's how she meets Connor and they become friends because Ratonhnhaké:ton deserves more friends o#she is VERY smart knows how to stand her ground but also very sweet and funny he respects and admires her a lot and so does she#she's from another displaced kanien'kehá:ka clan they bond really close sooner than later the feeling just blooms everyone's knows but THEM#until prob the recruits and the people in the homestead get tired of these oblivious fools in love and plot to finally get them together#I headcanon Connor didn't settle down completely until they were expecting their first child like they both panicked when they realized#I mean they're already married and stuff but still our girl is all over the place bcs she's scared of something happening to him or the bby#and connor acts cool and leveled on the outside but he's just a whirpool of emotions on the inside as well it's really funny to watch#they probably broke down in tears from both laughter and fear but they are amazing parents we are certain of it :')#I want their dinamic to be like that mainly because Connor deserves some light and laugh in his life after all the things he went through#connor i'm in love with your wife#ratonhnhaké:ton#connor kenway#connor's mistery wife#ac 3#assassin's creed#oc#the way you can tell I almost never draw men just from this sketch 💀#my art
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boys night
#quick warmup before i go to bed :3c maybe ill draw more of em tmrw#pls forgive any mistakes i wasnt really using a solid reference photo for this just stock meditation photos to get the legs and arms#guhhh i hate drawing poses like this with the elbows and knees bent towards the camera. but i need to practice#grips the sink and sighs#alex is shirtless bc honestly when is he not and also bc cosmo stole his shirt. heh#u know that thing ppl do when they get their nails freshly painted and all u can do admire em a little? yeah#what if we were both boys and you gently held my hand in a way i havent felt in a long time and carefully filed down and painted#my nails with such care and mumbled to fill the silence as i memorized the curve of your smile and your eyelashes sweeping your cheeks and#my art#myart#doodles#oc#stardew valley#sdv oc#sdv farmer#cosmo#sdv alex
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a blessing upon vaggie's design choice to have her be the smol gf who just is always in flats. a woman just, NOT in heels
extra height?? she doesn't know her. either she's climbing her tol gf like a tree, or charlie is boosting her up there, or the demon princess of hell is gonna have to bow her head to this fallen angel if she wants some gay Smooches~<3
#hazbin hotel#vaggie#charlie morningstar#chaggie#.#Bless#she doesn't need the extra inches she got a gay little heart that doesn't mind admiring charlie from about foot down#XD
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Do you think Omega ever reminds Rex of himself? Two little blond tagalongs to a squad of older troopers? The age gap wasn’t so drastic between him and his brothers, but it sometimes felt that way, in the shadow of some of the best the command class had to offer. He’d learned quick though, as had she. He hopes she gets the life that all their brothers were never allowed to have. The life he never got.
I think he’d sometimes see his brothers in hers as well, though he’d try not to. Hunter and Cody, the steadfast leaders. Cody had found Rex, insisted he’d stay, protected him. He’d do anything for him and made sure Rex knew it too. Perhaps he sees a bit of Wolffe in Wrecker. Tough as nails, both of them look frightening, but are a lot softer than they seem once you get to know them. Not to mention the eye. Maybe he sees some Bly in Echo. Often the peacemaker, he also knew when to step back and let his brothers duke it out. His sense of duty was unmatched. In Tech, he’d see Ponds. People always assumed Ponds was the rational one for some odd reason. Sure, he had a good head on his shoulders, but more often than not he’d be leading the pack in whatever dumbassery they were attempting. He’d usually be the one bailing them out of it too. In Crosshair I think he’d see Fox. Blunt, sometimes harsh, and slow to trust, but clever and deeply loyal too—though that loyalty would be what Palpatine and the Empire would use to twist them into something almost unrecognizable.
#i love the fanon interpretation that Rex grew up with the command batch#is it canon?#probably not#but i love it anyway#also Ponds is a menace™️ to me#this is the dude who straight up went down with a crashing starship#because the admiral wouldn’t abandon ship#he has balls of steel#Gree could also work here too if you headcanon him in the command batch instead#he’s a lot like Tech in terms of his academic mind#also i have so many Rex and Fox thoughts™️#please ask me about my Rex and Fox thoughts#the bad batch#tbb omega#captain rex#commander cody#commander wolffe#commander ponds#commander bly#commander fox
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The thing is, when you take Rebels and Ahsoka together there is a very clear pattern of Thrawn making perfectly sound military decisions only to have Weird Force Bullshit smash into it, so after getting warped to another galaxy by Space Snow White and his whale friends he decides enough is enough and teams up with the Weirdest Force Bullshit he can find. Like, these women can bring back the dead and have ominous coffins and pull swords out of nowhere. Even Ezra, previous conveyor of Weird Force Bullshit, seems to avoid them. So of course Thrawn thinks he’s finally won the Weird Force Bullshit arms race.
The thing he doesn’t realize is that Weird Force Bullshit is a spectrum, not a ranking system. He hasn’t even gotten to the teleporting fairy wolves or the dead owl goddess or the flashback dimension or whatever Luke is digging up on his Jedi archeology missions. Sorry Thrawn, it’s the GFFA, no one is safe from Weird Force Bullshit.
#Thrawn thinks he lives in hard military sci fi where all the psychics have hard coded limits#and all moral choices can be boiled down to ‘if I say it’s for the greater good I can do whatever I want and still be the hero’#when in fact he’s in science fantasy and the magic gets softer the further down you go#Star Wars humor#grand admiral Thrawn#Ahsoka show#Star Wars rebels#Thrawn
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Honestly, from the little that we know about Petronille's character, an initial rivalry between her and Mirabelle makes so much sense. If you play your cards right, you can craft a dynamic tailor made to play on their insecurities!
For example, Mirabelle has shown a lot of insecurity around her ability to complete basic tasks, like needing to be taught how to cut vegetables with a nursery rhyme presumably in her teens. How might she feel being faced with someone her age able to raise a child alone? And in the case of massive, important, life defining tasks - tasks as large as saving an entire country? Mira might think that someone like Nille probably could've saved Vaugarde alone, without dragging several other people down along with her to aid her in a doomed quest…
And in Nille's case, well, if one was going to have any type of grudge against a group of heroes for taking your younger sibling directly into royalty related danger, it would make sense that most of your ire would be focused on the capital H Hero herself. The Chosen One, handpicked by the crabbing Change God, beloved by all of Vaugarde and most importantly, the perfect replacement for Nille in Bonnie's life. After all, it was Mirabelle who was there for Bonnie when they needed an older sister the most - Nille might be worried that one day Bonnie will weigh their options and decide that Mirabelle is the better choice.
Now, obviously, this is all within the realm of speculation, but I think it's interesting. I know that Mira is sober for religious reasons, but their dynamic has the potential to be a perfect cocktail of insecurities, jealousy and imposter syndrome.
And buddy? I need a drink.
#isat#in stars and time#in stars and time spoilers#isat spoilers#mirabelle chevalier#isat bonnie#isat petronille#isat nille#this is all speculation of course#but it's so interesting!#i know that we shouldn't sort the party into nuclear family roles#like that's the entire point of the game#but from this lens it's very interesting that of all the family members#Mirabelle is the one explicitly compared to Nille#by Bonnie themselves!#Obviously Mirabelle would never replace Nille in Bonnie's life#Nille is literally their entire motivation afterall#but this is Nille's worst case in scenario#and her flawed and limited perspective#I definitely think that once the initial friction dies down#they'll be amazing friends#with a friendship based on mutual respect and admiration#but it'll take a while#and I love exploring character conflict so here we are#isat analysis
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you guys ever notice how in his dialogue when he's in bertie's presence, jeeves uses quotations and references constantly, but in his THOUGHTS during "bertie changes his mind," he doesn't use any? this is obviously because he doesn't care if we the audience know he knows shakespeare, but he will languish and die if he doesn't get to dazzle bertie with his wit and knowledge every five seconds
#ok actually you know what#this post was supposed to just be a joke#but then i started thinking#the audience jeeves is presumably writing for in bertie changes his mind is new and aspiring valets#members of his own class#to whom he probably feels he has less to prove#but when he's talking to rich people who are liable to look down their noses at him#he needs them to know how smart he is#though he is ALSO a dramatic secret theater kid who's addicted to his crush's attention and admiration#that's very much part of it too#//#jeeves and wooster#jeeves books#bertie changes his mind#carry on jeeves#reginald jeeves#jooster
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Thinking about George’s crash and Zhou’s crash at Silverstone. How George, acting on instinct, parked his car forfeited his race, and hardly thought about rushing to help in anyway he could. How he talked about how scared he had felt, and how worried for Zhou he had been. How he found himself in a situation that must have been one of his worst fears and they didn’t red flag the race for him. Despite how much he was asking for one. No. They had him sitting on the track, unable to see the cars coming at him, trapped and frantically looking around waiting for that impact. Its horrifying. It shouldn’t have happened to anyone, and the fact that George showed his true character by immediately placing another drivers safety first, but the sport couldn’t do that for him in return is so upsetting.
#I’m not a George Russel fan per say#but I will always admire the way he acted during zhous crash#it really sucks that no one could pay him that same energy back#and I cannot imagine how scared he must have felt not being able to see if cars were slowing down#on a corner where they wouldn’t have known he was there until they’d already turned it#so scary#george russell#formula 1
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