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yangsbandana · 2 years ago
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When everyone inevitably gets new outfits presumably for the Vacuo arc I will go fucking feral if Blake’s has more yellow in it particularly if she ends up with a yellow bandana to match the purple one Yang has or!! shit!!! if the orange bandana Yang’s current outfit has makes its way to Blake’s Vacuo outfit. That’ll be it for me. Stick me with a fork because I am DONE
i'm team golden piercings in her ears all the way + some kind of bandana. a gold one would match yang's aura, but there would also be something sweet about blake having an orange one, given that yang has always worn some kind of orange,,, thing (looking at you v4-v6),,,, around her neck.
BUT WHATEVER GAY SHIT THEY WEAR--
they are absolutely going to reprise the 'not used to the new hair yet' scene. with blake thirsting after yang's new fit. i guarantee it. i feel it in my bones.
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samstree · 1 year ago
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wine!
No "wine", unfortunately. But there's "ale":
Meeting Jaskier’s eyes, the barkeep comes to their table and serves two cups of ale with a bright, warm smile. A bright, warm smile, and a little girl trailing behind him. “Aww,” Jaskier whispers to Geralt as the man leaves them. “Look at him with his daughter.”
wip gussing game🐚
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youareinlove · 9 months ago
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my stupid ass needs to READ POLLS before reblogging them
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taehyunghobi · 2 months ago
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cutie 🤏🏻🧸
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hergan416 · 9 months ago
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So uhhh the last fictional character image on my phone is absolutely my copy of this image that I commissioned @glanceart for (linking to twitter since image isn't safe for tumblr lmao)
This is a pair of characters and yes, sure, I will absolutely marry that image.
[It's sherlouis for the curious]
Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!
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..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)
@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle
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vampiresinforks · 1 year ago
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Bella + her hair in NEW MOON
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half-bakedboy · 8 months ago
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For bucktommy! “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”
read on ao3
Buck knows objectively that dating a guy is much different than dating a girl. He’s done enough research—if a lot of articles like Dating Advice for Gay, Bi, and Pansexual Men count—about how dating someone new is supposed to be exciting and nerve-wracking, and dating men isn’t going to feel any different than dating a woman.
If that’s all true, then why has he never felt so awkward in his life?
He’s sitting across from Tommy at this quaint Italian restaurant that Maddie once mentioned wanting Chimney to take her to and all he feels is unsettled. The table is too small between them and Buck worries that if either of them moves, their knees will knock over everything on top of it. Buck ordered white wine because it seemed like the classy choice but he hates wine, and Tommy ordered a red wine that makes him wince every time he swallows.
The butter is as hard as a rock and Buck refuses to eat bread without it ever since his first date with Abby. Somehow, this date almost rivals Abby performing a tableside tracheotomy because Buck choked on the dry bread he’d shoved in his mouth to tame that awkwardness.
He catches himself glancing down consideringly at the basket of bread rolls before him but looks away abruptly when Tommy breaks the silence.
“So, this is a nice place,” Tommy decides. Buck nods and grabs both sides of the small table with a white-knuckled grip. “How’d you find it?”
“Maddie! My sister,” he says, unsure how much their mutual friends have told him. “Chim’s girlfriend. Fiance actually, but uh, my sister. She suggested it to me.”
“As a place to grab drinks?” Tommy asked with a raised eyebrow.
Buck shook his head. “As a place for a date,” Buck says proudly, tipping his chin up a little, challenging anyone to say a damn word about it. A small smile tugs at the corner of Tommy’s lips at the words.
“You told your sister you had a date? Did you tell her…” The rest of the question is obvious, but Tommy pulls back like he’s unsure whether he should ask.
“That this is my first date with a dude?” Buck finishes for him. Tommy chuckles and takes a sip of his classic red wine. He presses his lips together as he swallows and nods. “Not necessarily, but Tommy isn’t exactly a gender-neutral name.”
“Hey, it’s a big step. I’m proud of you either way,” Tommy says softly.
He reaches for Buck’s hand across the table like he’s testing the waters. It should be a cute moment, but Buck panics—an obnoxious casualty of his sexuality crisis—and turns his palm up to welcome the first public sign of affection between them, knocking over both of their glasses of water, drenching the aforementioned bread rolls.
Buck immediately thinks it’d be hard to choke himself with them now.
“God, I am so sorry.” Buck panics, stands up too abruptly, and the knees he was so previously concerned about hit the edge of the table painfully, sending Tommy’s almost empty plate onto his lap along with the remnants of water on the table.
Buck feels his face heat up like a furnace and he closes his eyes in hopes that this is all some fever dream born out of his fears of his newfound sexuality. But Tommy is chuckling and a waitress is apologizing like this is somehow her fault and Buck has to accept that he really is just bad at this.
He has his hands white-knuckled on the back of his chair and he’s considering just running away when a gentle hand rests over his. When he looks up, Tommy is still grinning—Buck doesn’t understand how he just keeps smiling through it all—like he isn’t covered in all of Buck’s mistakes.
“Evan,” Tommy mutters. There’s humor in the voice and Buck feels like he might actually die if Tommy makes fun of him. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Tommy asks. Buck’s eyebrows pull together and he sees the moment Tommy reads his mind. “C’mon, Kid.”
Tommy somehow unglues Buck’s hand from the chair to maneuver them toward the door. Buck apologizes to every waitstaff he sees, but it doesn’t matter. They’re all looking at him with so much pity that Buck feels like one of the patients on his calls. It’s a feeling he really hates, especially when Tommy must notice the stares, too.
Once they’re outside, Buck blurts, “Please don’t tell Eddie how bad this is going.”
Tommy snorts out his laughter like he’s been holding it in for hours. Buck should be mortified, but Tommy’s hand is still gripped in his and it’s firm and warm and much larger than his own.
“Oh, I’m gonna,” Tommy promises. Buck attempts to pull his hand away but Tommy only squeezes tighter. “Evan, c’mere.”
This time, Tommy pulls him into a warm hug while they stand in the cool night air. Buck breathes him in, eyes closing as he relaxes into the touch. He’s rarely smaller than those he hugs, and he’s never been smaller than someone he’s hugged like this. It’s almost like Tommy is ensuring Buck knows he’s still interested. Even after the awkwardness and tragedy, Tommy knows Buck has more to offer and is willing to find out.
It means so much to Buck that when Tommy pulls away, he has to stop himself from gripping even tighter at Tommy’s broad shoulders. He doesn’t move far, though, and keeps one hand on Buck’s waist, playing with the fabric there like he’s somehow more nervous than Buck. When he starts walking, Buck follows, finding no reason not to trust wherever Tommy is taking them.
“Are you�� okay with all of this?” Tommy asks. Buck blanches because he never once considered his inability to remain calm around this man to come off as some sort of internalized homophobia.
“Y-Yes! I’m—Are you okay with this? With me?” Tommy tilts his head inquisitively, cocking an eyebrow up like he doesn’t know exactly. “C’mon, don’t pretend that this wasn’t the worst date you’ve ever been on.”
“I’ve been on a lot of bad dates, Evan,” Tommy says.
Though, it’s not as reassuring as Buck thinks he meant it to be.
Tommy sighs. “I think that we both wanted this to be perfect. For some reason, I’m attracted to you,” he teases, “and I wanted to woo you on your first ‘date with a dude’,” he mocks, earning a smack from Buck. “I remember how terrifying my first public date with a man was, so I can imagine how you were feeling leading up to this.”
“It was scary for you, too?” Buck asks shyly. He’s more reassured by that fact than anything else. In his attempts to not be weird about the date, he tried to hide his fears—this is something so new and important to him but it might not be a singular experience.
“Oh my God, yes!” Tommy laughs. “It was with a dancer. A small guy who looked like he walked straight out of the magazines I used to keep under my bed when I was a teenager.”
“I forgot you grew up in the 80s,” Buck teases. Tommy pinches his waist in retaliation and Buck squirms just a little closer to him.
“Since he was a dancer, I tried to find us a club. You know, dancing at a club was a stereotypically gay thing I could do to prove to this guy I was, in fact, gay. Like the asking-on-a-date part wasn’t explanatory enough.”
“Dancing’s a good first date!” Buck argues, not yet seeing the downside to this conversation.
“Oh, it can be! Except I was terrified to fuck it up, so trusted some stranger on the internet to recommend a spot.”
“Oh no,” Buck mutters.
“Oh, yes,” Tommy agrees. He winces like the memory has been repressed for a little too long. “It was a swingers, leather club. Needed a password to get in.”
“The stranger didn’t give you the password, did he?” Buck guesses.
“Worse. My date knew it and ditched me almost the second we got inside.”
“Oh no,” Buck repeats, though he’s holding back laughter. Tommy waves him on.
“Go ahead, go ahead. Get your laughs out.”
Buck does, throwing his head back for a moment before looking back over at Tommy. He’s staring at Buck like he’s made of sunshine and Buck has never felt brighter.
“So, is this your way of telling me you're into leather, then?” Buck jokes.
“It’s my way of telling you,” Tommy stops, turns, and makes sure he’s looking directly into Buck’s eyes, “that first dates are terrifying no matter who you are with, but how you feel about someone at the end is all that matters.”
“Yeah?” Buck asks. He feels small with Tommy’s eyes on him, with Tommy’s hand around his waist, sliding to the small of his back where he’s unused to being touched so gently.
“Yeah,” Tommy agrees. Buck waits until Tommy glances down at his lips before he smiles.
“And how do you feel about me?” Buck asks. He brings his hands up to put one of Tommy’s broad shoulders and the other brushes a strand of Tommy’s hair back. The red that blooms on Tommy’s cheeks makes Buck’s heart sore.
“I feel…” Tommy begins to lean forward and Buck’s ready for the kiss this time. He isn’t going to be surprised. He knows what to do with his hands. He’s ready to show Tommy that he knows how to kiss better than he knows how to date.
But then Tommy’s gone, and when Buck realizes it, they’re already a few feet apart, Tommy walking backward down the street.
He shouts, “I feel a little damp and sticky. Come back to my place so we can fix that?”
Buck runs after him, shouting, “Is that an innuendo? I don’t get them all yet!”
Contagious laughter echoes through the almost empty streets, and joy thrums through Buck’s entire being. Awkwardness aside, he thinks he could easily get used to this.
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croszukis · 2 months ago
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nick suzuki's base layer — the rebuild: inside the montreal canadiens episode four
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scribblesnsketches05 · 7 months ago
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the photo killed me so I had to draw it 😫
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heliosphere-underthesky · 2 months ago
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I watched too many old shojo anime this past weeks so Imma on something stupid and funny as draw poster with Saturn and Titan as ML's and maybe put y/n in the middle. Just for shi and giggles 🤭 I mean Titan is really fitting this role and also Saturn! Handsome guys fr fr
Omg I'd love to see that!!! No pressure of course. I can already imagine what it looks like, I really love all those old animes! 😆
Funny thing is I did have 90s and 00s shoujo anime when working on Saturn and Titan, specifically!
I mean:
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(Maya from Ultra Maniac and Saturn; I didn't even copy this shot, I drew Saturn only to find out that there was a screenshot of Maya like this! Drawing this exact pose had to be subconscious; I haven't touched this series in decades, but I know deep down Maya has always inspired Saturn's hairdo.)
I can't find a direct inspiration from the 90s or 00s for Titan, but I listened to Ghibli music on loop for him (especially Merry-Go-Round of Life, his theme song)! But I guess this counts as one of his design inspirations?? Even if it's not very direct (and their personalities couldn't be more different):
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(Giorno Giovanna from JJBA. The anime series itself is not retro but the manga itself is 90s.)
But also we have Jupiter:
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(Anime: Magic Knight Rayearth. I haven't finished the series but I watched a ton of it as a kid!)
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charlescoded · 3 months ago
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dune fic p2 finally hit the 16k mark! anyway here's a snippet:
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“You make no sense.” Charles complains, almost disbelieving, but mostly frustrated. 
“Maybe if I show you it will make more sense.”
He frowns. “Show me?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Charles gives him a weary look. “Show me how?”
Max rolls his eyes. “Princess, I’m talking about leaving this party and bedding you.”
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deletreatualma · 3 months ago
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@perilousxlives said:
[ EMBRACE ] sender hugs the receiver from behind (Sirius and Sev!)
Severus tensed up at the initial contact; it was a reflex at this point. He inhaled quickly and leaned into the embrace, letting out a slow breath in the process in an attempt to consciously relax his muscles. A soft, barely visible smile formed on his lips and he turned just enough to kiss the edge of the other's jaw, "good morning to you as well." He let a hand fall to Sirius' side and squeezed.
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overlymetaromantic · 10 months ago
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HELLO
IM LIKE A FAN OF UR WEBTOON & IK UR UPLOADING LIKE TOMORROW BUT I MADE THIS FANART & CAN U PLSPLSPLSSSSS FEATURE IT IN THE NEXT EPISODE???? >:DDD
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I LITERALLY SPEED RAN THIS IS AN HOUR BUT I HOPE U LIKE IT <33333
replying to this to share it on my blog—THANK YOU AGAIN FOR DRAWING IT, IT'S SO CUTE!!!! I love their faces ahahahaha, Kaito is so confused to be there and Maki is SO embarrassed about it, it's wonderful and I love it 😂❤️
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archangeldyke-all · 4 months ago
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i will never shut up about lesbian gender. My sexuality, my gender, the way I view and experience the world- it’s all lesbian. It’s all encompassing and I love it.
YES!!!!! i love this so much, lesbian gender is so near and dear to my heart <3 i love being a lesbian!!!! i'm not a woman i'm a lesbian!!! a dyke!!!
gosh anon, i'm so happy you've found joy and comfort in lesbian gender, it's so lovely isn't it!? for me personally, being a lesbian has always been so isolating. i didn't feel like a woman, because i didn't desire a man; i didn't fit in with my peers-- i think kids can sniff out queerness long before even you might know; and being a dyke was one of my biggest shames. but... as i grew up, i realized: fuck that!
being a dyke is one of the biggest blessings in my life! (most of the women in my family had at least one kid before they graduated high school haha, i truly believe if i liked men i'd have three kids by now.) it's given me such a unique perspective on the world; such a warm, open, empathetic heart; and it's taught me resilience, strength, and bravery more than anything else in my life.
realizing that i didn't have to be a woman; that i could be a dyke?! that was so beyond empowering. what i do, the way i live, it's for me. it's for me, and people like me, who understand the nuances of the world and who can separate what's expected from what's truly important. everyone else can go fuck themselves!
idk there's just something so freeing about watching men cringe from my armpit hair; watching certain women smile at it. it's empowering wearing a crop top to show off my fat stomach, knowing how many dykes love a grip-able tummy. i love wearing bows in my hair and big eyelashes on my face, but my brother's basketball shorts and a wifepleaser as my outfit. i love wearing my boxers with a lacy, frilly bra. i love growing my bush intentionally. i love being my straight friends' dyke friend-- i love the stupid, sweet, well-intentioned questions they ask, followed by the same giggles we've shared since we were kids and didn't know what sex was. i love talking some sense into them when they're letting stupid societal standards stand in the way of a healthy, happy life. i love that some people consider me one of their boys, while others consider me one of their girls. i love that i don't want to have kids; i love that i've been given the time to realize that about myself. i love that to me this is what being a dyke is, and there's a million other things it means to a million other lesbians out there! and most of all, i love that the one thing me and all those people share in common is being a dyke!!
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youareinlove · 7 months ago
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just remembered the anon that said they just put a flower in their suit and it’s in the theme
https://x.com/cravemedia_/status/1787644353931846096
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I'M SCREAMING ASLDKFJ HE TOOK THAT SO LITERALLY
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zackmartin · 8 months ago
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how long do you guys think it'll take me before I start thinking about a star trek au
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