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greykolla-art · 2 years ago
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Your art drives me cuckoo bananas. If you're still doing requests, could you perhaps draw some poly Lucius/Izzy/Black Pete?
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This was so fun! cause I had to figure out what the dynamic between these three would be together!
I’ve never come across a fic that has Pete join in with Lucius and Izzy’s weird little dance. I don’t personally think that would work, but I can see them bond over other stuff!😁
(Oh my god guys anyone else wanna throw up from excitement?! Season 2 in one day!!! 🤩)
(well, I gotta wait untill oct 6 probably, cause I live in Iceland but THATS OKAY IM SO READY!)
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sdrose93 · 5 months ago
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I will love these forever 😂🥰❤❤
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axelwolf8109 · 21 days ago
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There's a line in the new Mission Impossible trailer that sounds like it's an IceMav wedding gift or something 😂
"You gave him an aircraft carrier?"
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themissingmango · 11 months ago
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Mav and his P-51 Mustang plushie—a must have! (Maybe Bradley gets it for him??)
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pollyna · 1 year ago
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Everybody (every single dagger expect Rooster because Rooster doesn't want to think about that) says that Mav flirts with every single person and he's good at it.
But they know only half of how good Mav is with flirting until they don't see him flirting with Admiral Kazansky. It opens all another realm of possibilities and leaves them speechless. And the way Admiral Kazansky answers? Oh god.
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swagsmeister · 6 months ago
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sock round ball out foy
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preciseshadow · 2 years ago
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✨growth✨
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misspoetree · 1 year ago
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❄❄ kp + text post advent calendar ❄❄
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thetortured-poetsdepartment · 5 months ago
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sweet-marigold · 1 year ago
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Fizzy as ariana grande 💖
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amtrak12 · 3 months ago
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Stray Warehouse 13 thoughts since I am procrastinating writing my B&W gift exchange fic:
I just love that I can cry over Myka & Pete's relationship and call them soulmates without having to constantly clarify that I don't mean in a romantic way. Everyone already knows I mean it in a platonic way. No one online ships them together. This is a safe space, free from heteronormativity 💕
When I say that Myka is Artie's favorite child, I'm not trying to claim that he loves any of the others less. I am merely saying Myka read the entire manual, cover to cover, the second she got it and that makes Artie want to cry with happiness. No one's done that in decades (since he started at the warehouse). It raises his hopes that Myka might break his own personal record for longest lived warehouse agent. :')
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sdrose93 · 10 months ago
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Top Gun 1986 behind the scenes ❤❤
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torchflies · 9 months ago
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I was cleaning out my drafts and found this tiny thing about vampires. For you, my beloved 💜 (ahem, middle-aged Val Kilmer).
Tomek Kazansky wakes from a dead sleep when a pair of hands close tightly around his ears, smothering the distant knell of a bell.
His blue eyes fly open to the sight of his ojciec chrzestny — his godfather — bent over him stiffly, stinking of nalewki, with an ax from the barn looped through his belt. 
The old man’s eyes are cold, assessing, as he drinks in the sight of a five-year-old Tomek, the bastard son of a Polish nun who never named a father. His warm skin clings to its golden color, even when winter traps them in their homes and away from the sun. He is ruddy and strong, his little round face always upturned towards the sky and seeking out parts unknown. He is Polish and he holds their secrets in the clicking of his young bones, in the caul he was born with — just like his mother, his Mama. 
“Come, Tomek.” His godfather, Piotr Czajkowski, says. “We must cut off her head by sunrise.”
His Mama’s grave is unquiet, that’s what his godfather says as they walk through the moonlit night and Tomek struggles beneath the weight of the heavy shovel handed to him. She has only been buried a day, dying before she could take The Sacrament.
“She is a vjesci now, lost to us.” His godfather growls — a vampire, as they unearth the pinewood box that houses her now. 
Tomek has heard stories of becoming a vjesci for all his life. Babies born the way he was, the way his Mama was, born en caul — inside their sacs — are destined to wake from death as a vjesci. The only way to prevent the change is to eat the dried remains of the sac on the eve of the seventh year of life. His Mama never did. Tomek knows the rules, the way all the children in his village do, on how to prevent his vjesci mother from rising out of her unquiet grave and killing him. That is the first task of any vjesci, to slaughter their friends and family — ringing the church bell to signify their deaths and harbinging many others. 
His Mama looks like she’s sleeping when they pry open her coffin, her cheeks still ruddy red and her hands flexible when his godfather lifts them: signs of life. 
There are six holes in her white dress, as if she had been eating the fabric away. 
That is the only proof his godfather needs before he — reaches a hand inside and lets her fingers coil around his.
She blinks open eyes of sanguine red and her lips curl in a bloody smile as she looks right at Tomek, her mouthful of sharp fangs reflecting off the light of the moon.
“Hello, Tomek.” She coos, “It’s almost time, little one. You will come home to us.” 
His godfather flashes a mouthful of similar fangs, and Tomek remembers — his godfather died last summer in the barn, his ax slipped while he was splitting wood. 
Tomek’s eyes grow wide and terrified, backing up to nearly trip into an open grave.
Come home, Tomek…
Come home, Tomek…
On the final night of Tom Kazansky’s life — he’s tired. His body is older than it should be, ravaged by a disease more nefarious than any of the monsters that haunted his childhood. Nightmares, dreams long forgotten, half-truths buried by a child who moved to America and left Poland behind to rot — not realizing how the tendrils of that life are woven into his very being, holding him fast. 
He dies in his sleep, a peaceful death, his tracheostomy grows clogged with secretions as he sleeps and he passes without a struggle.
The man he loves is miles away, protecting their child, as Tom Kazansky breathes his last. 
He just never expected to wake up again — or to wake up hungry. 
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themissingmango · 11 months ago
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🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride!!🏳️‍🌈 | x x
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rexscanonwife · 5 months ago
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We're watching Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas and Goofy is such a good fucking dad, man 😭😭 I'm a Goofy Goof defender until I die!!
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nanny-sc · 2 years ago
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All to say that Mav was never in court martial because he is Iceman malewife or his friendship with other Flyboy who become big boys in Marine
But the true reason is that in court nobody want to be against Mav cousin: Lieutenant Daniel Kaffee
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