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well my genshin wish luck continues to hold which is simultaneously good and bad considering i wanted 嘉明/faru cons
#xianyun came home within 20 pulls...#i was on 5 pity with guaranteed#everytime baby#either my 50/50 loss is early or my guaranteed is early#unfortunately. my faru is currently at c5 and i do not have a SINGLE copy of gaming#good thing we get to pick a 4 star ig *sigh*#im so tempted to just yolo a bit and throw a few more wishes in#but i want xiao c1 and shenhe#so i need to save TwT#ughh#胡说八道#lynn talks genshin
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Everyone thinks that dick was the golden child when in reality it was Jason.
Clark: Bruce who was your favourite robin?
Dick: obviously it’s me?
Tim: it’s dick
Damian: I am superior robin, it will be me.
Bruce: it’s Jason
Everyone: WHAT?!?!???
Bruce: why are you so surprised? He didn’t jump on too my chandeliers which I had to replace each week
*everyone looks at dick*
Bruce: he didn’t drop out of school
*everyone looks at tim*
Bruce: I didn’t have to stop him from killing everyone who annoyed him
*everyone looks at Damian*
Bruce: in fact, he enjoyed school and handed all his homework in on time, we would spend hours in the library reading his favourite classics. He even helped Alfred with most of the cooking, He was my little boy
Jason: stop spreading lies, I hate you go away
Bruce: my precious little boy
#jason todd#Bruce Wayne#dick Grayson#Damian Wayne#tim Drake#clark kent#Batman#alfred pennyworth#Bruce: he my little baby#jason: I’m 6’2 and have the ability to kill you if I wanted#Bruce: my baby my little son#jason: GOD YOURE SO EMBARRASSING DAD#jason was probably the most behaved child before he went boom boom and I stand by that#he enjoyed school#most likey hated it when he missed it#and he loves classic literature???#bros a huge nerd#yea dick is all smiles but probably gave Bruce’s near death heart attacks everytime he swung from chandeliers and rooftops#jason just wanted to live his life in the library reading his fav books and homework
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If we DO ever get a Good Omens season 3 (and fingers crossed we will) then using the Second Coming as the narrative device to facilitate the final culmination of Good Omens' ideology and message is brilliant, actually.
Because the Second Coming IS NOT another Adam situation. And, contrary to the misconceptions I've seen, It IS NOT about Jesus being born again as a baby, etc, etc.
THE SECOND COMING. QUITE LITERALLY refers to THE LAST JUDGMENT.
As in. The SAME Last Judgment Michelangelo painted on the walls of the Sistine Chapel. As in - THE JUDGMENT of the Living and the Dead. THE LAST, FINAL, ETERNAL JUDGMENT.
It's the WHOLE thing Armageddon was leading towards. Book of Revelation speedrun: the world ends, everyone dies, and then they get resurrected again to be judged by JESUS himself. He will flick through the Book of Life (WINK WINK WINK DO YOU SEE HOW LOUDLY I'M WINKING AT YOU???), and if your name is there he will go "oh nice you deserve eternal paradise! :D" and if your name is ERASED from the Book of Life he will go "oh no, sorry, you go to the lake of fire for eternity now D:" (except apparently in Good Omens lore it'd just DOOM YOU TO NON-EXISTENCE FOREVER???)
And if you THINK about it, The Last Judgment is the ultimate manifestation of moral absolutism. No shades of gray, no chances. Just BLACK, and WHITE. Never mind that you're like Wee Morag and Elspeth, who are forced to do "bad" things because of circumstances. It's either you pass Judgment Day, or you burn (or disappear forever.) And the way THINGS are going in the Good Omens universe? I don't think there's ANYONE "good" enough to be "saved." Not Crowley, not Aziraphale. Hell, not even the Archangels themselves.
So it provides a PERFECT opportunity for Aziraphale and Crowley to UPEND that SYSTEM entirely.
I think that's what Crowley and Aziraphale would do in s3: establish a new kind of system in which angels and demons have free will to determine the right (or wrong) choice.
Giving them the APPLE, so to speak.
And then they'll go off to retire in a cottage, together at last.
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens meta#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#im sorry but i choke everytime someone refers to a baby jesus for the second coming#like i love yall and parent trapping aziraphale and crowley by the infant son of god would be amusing as heck#but also i rlly think this is about the Last Judgment guys KSLDSKDKLDS#thank you good omens yes this IS in fact how i use my collection of niche trivia on christian eschatology#putting my religious trauma into good use iktr
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MALTOBER BATCH 2 💥💥💥💥 really really love day 12, 13, 18 n 20 fr fr
#THE DRAWING OF ALEXANDER GETS ME EVERYTIME LMAO#why he lookin at me like that#also. monster John holding Arthur will always be fun to draw. look at them. babies#ALSOOOOO DAY 20 MY GOD. MONSTER HUNTING TRIO ANYONE ????#artists on tumblr#malevolent#malevolent podcast#malevolent fanart#arthur lester#john malevolent#John doe#darkthur#yorick malevolent#faroe lester#scratch malevolent#oscar malevolent#detective noel#charlie dowd#marie pilon#maltober2024
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everyone wants Chihiro and Haku to reunite but WHAT ABOUT THEM
#that's her baby sister right there#she finally gets some sense of family in this job and then she has to LEEAAAAVVVEEEEE#DO NOT!!!!#SEPARATE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I just know Lin was thinking of adopting her if going home with her parents didn't work out#actually I think Chihiro never really told Lin about her motivations so she was probably envisioning that#the moment she came back from Yubaba's office she was like 'yeah no this kid is mine now'#spirited away#studio ghibli#ghibli#ghibli movie#chihiro#spirited away chihiro#spirited away sen#spirited away lin#everytime Chihiro sees a weasel or a fox she gets some sense of familiarity
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Brother bonding(?)
#don’t you hate it when ur baby brother cheats at uno#ted spankoffski#peter spankoffski#tgwdlm#npmd#i'm sorry your face is so horribly drawn Ted the beloved bastard#art#I like to imagine anytime Ted was around baby Pete pestered him to play with him#but some how pete kicks his ass everytime#the guy who didn’t like musicals#nerdy prudes must die#Nightmare time#Hatchetfield#just a haha funny doodle :0
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"my happiness started when I met rapmon hyung" for @jung-koook ♡
#kim namjoon#namjoon#jeon jungkook#jungkook#bts#bangtan#bangtan*#btsedit#btsgif#gif#namkook#userkelli#usersky#annietrack#userdimple#raplineuser#tuserandi#rjshope#useremmeline#dailybts#hi sky my baby ♡#this is just something to symbolize what you mean to me and how happy and grateful i am to have your friendship in my life#everytime we interact i feel like this moment here so it was about time to gif it for you#you have one of the greatest and kindest hearts i've ever seen#thank you so much for everything you do for me. sorry for the lack in convo but i cherish and appreciate every interaction so i hope u know#that i love you so so so much and that i'm hugging you just like that :') you're my baby!
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thinkin’ about (fem implied) targaryen!reader introducing cregan to their dragon (silverwing) for the first time
ʚ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ
though you and cregan had been married for a few moons now, he had always preferred to leave the dragon-taming to you. dragons were formidable beasts, able to wipe out populations with a single breath of fire. truthfully, he had always been weary of them. he preferred for them to stay down south, because capable of a warrior & protector cregan is, there was nothing he could do to tame the temperaments of fire made flesh.
he had no qualms about silverwing specifically — a seemingly calm and gentle beast, who had done cregan the favor of sticking to her cave, unless to hunt or stretch her wings between your visits. while not fully capable of understanding, he thought of the targaryens ancestral connection to their dragons something akin to the starks and their direwolves.
he would watch with bated breaths as you and her took to the skies, becoming one in the art of wings, not words. he would exhale with relief each time you landed unscathed, and waited for you to depart from your dragon before approaching. and thus, you had fallen into routine. cregan stuck to his castle, silverwing stuck to her cave, and that was that.
until you started showing interest in introducing one to the other. the increased mention of your dragon in various conversations, occasionally flying over winterfell itself, when you had not dared such an endeavor before. cregan caught onto your idea long before you actually brought it up, and had been mentally preparing for the conversation he had no doubt would ensue. one fateful night, on the walk to your shared chambers after supper, ensue it did.
“Husband..” you began. “Wife,” was the response you got.
“I’ve been thinking,” you say, gaze flickering to cregans face in uncertainty. he hums, waiting for you to continue. “and it would greatly please me to have your company on the morrow. Whilst I see Silverwing.”
cregan keeps his gaze trained ahead, and you can almost see the gears in his head moving. he speaks, tone not with malice — only interrogative. “You would have me face the she-dragon?”
“Not face, my love. Only… greet.” you see the upward tug of cregans lips that tell you he doesn’t think that much of a difference.
you exhale through your nose, a twinge of annoyance seeping through you. though you can’t blame his hesitance (most men cower at the sight of dragons), you can’t help but feel like as he denies silverwing, he denies you. doesn’t he know you are one and the same?
“I only meant,” cregan says, “that dragons are… formidable creatures.” he’s careful with his words, he knows you view silverwing as an extension of yourself. “To displease a dragon is an err only men now with the gods have made.”
“Silverwing is most temperamental, and you would be safe in my company.” you assure, and you truly mean it. on dragonstone, silverwing is regarded as the gentlest of them all. “I only wish as I embrace Northern culture that you familiarize with mine own.”
cregan hums, knowing you have the right of this situation. marriage is about compromise, and you’ve been steadfast in your assimilation of his culture. you were married in the sight of his gods, you moved to his home, left your family… cregan is aware of the sacrifices you’ve made, indeed. he will meet you in the middle.
“On the morrow, then.”
out of his peripheral, he can see the instant smile that spreads on your face. it tugs on his (thought to be cold) heartstrings, and once you stop at the heavy wooden door, you stand on your tip-toes — pressing a kiss to his cheek. he bends to aid you.
it’s safe to say when morn comes, your mood is most chipper.
you and cregan had decided to do your dragon-embracing in the early morning, hours away from meetings or duties, time carved out where you can simply be. be with one another, silverwing, and if cregan is lucky, the gods. you can almost hear the silent prayers echoing from his mind as you make your way up the hill and to your dragons home.
you register the uncertainty in his gaze, and how his eyes flicker around the stone walls of the cavern entrance. you know you ask much, for him to saunter into the dragons den, but you’re grateful for his effort. excitement bubbles in your stomach at the prospect of seeing your dragon, and introducing her to the one you love.
you’ve not gone far in when you decide to halt (for cregans sake), you’re far enough in to be blocked by the wind, but close enough to the exit to soothe cregans nerves. cregans more than happy to allow you to take the lead, paying attention to your every move. you send him a smile, he attempts to return it.
you dislodge from cregans side, stepping forward as to be the first one silverwing sees. you have brought in tow a stranger, after all.
“Naejot Māzīs, Gēltīkun.” come forth, silverwing.
seconds pass, before you hear a low rumbling, accompanied by the sound of rocks moving — and the sound of something moving. something big.
cregan looks around, waiting to see her emerge, but he underestimates the dragons’ ability to cling to the shadows. had it already seen him, before he even knew it was there?
before he can finish his thoughts of curiosity about the stealth of dragons, the head of one slowly reveals itself, moving into the light, and cregan swallows. her gaze flickers to him only briefly, registering him in the least possible amount, before returning to & staying on you. you reach a hand up and out to her, and she lowers her head to you. cregan sees the brief close of her eyes, one touch from you being all it takes. targaryens, he thinks. targaryens indeed.
you step to silverwing, moving to run your hand from her nose up the expanse of her cheek, and cregan sees her lower her head almost fully to the ground. a part of him almost finds it cute. her lips split as a low rumble escapes her mouth, unlike the noises cregan hears her emit when you both are in the skies. even though cregan knows as much about dragons as you do about the witches of asshai, he would venture as far to say it didn’t sound like a displeased growl. more of an unsure-curiosity-filled-question-mark. still, you don’t take any chances.
“Lykirī.” you mutter, be calm. “Ziry iksos daor se qrinuntys, mērī issa valzȳrys.” he is not the enemy, only my husband.
steam blows from her nostrils in an almost sigh, lighter-toned noises echoing from her throat when you finish speaking. she makes you smile, hands still pressed against the hot, scaled skin of the dragon you share a soul with.
cregan knows not what you said in your ancient tongue, but it seems more than efficient in guiding silverwing toward the acceptance of cregans presence. she is cool-tempered, as you said. he remembers what feels like so long ago that he encountered your brother jacaerys’s dragon, vermax. an ill-tempered beast, he was — cregan would say. though he can’t blame it all on vermax entirely, dragons don’t like the cold.
once you’ve roamed your hands across silverwings neck, drinking her in, you beckon him over. “Come, Cregan.”
you could have went to him and came back to silverwing, but truthfully, you challenge him in a silent test of bravery. will he trust you, as you’ve trusted him?
cregans gaze moves from you, to your dragon — where it stays. he’s cautious, but you can’t fault him for that, and he eventually begins to step forward.
silverwing keeps her gaze trained on cregan, keeping herself unusually still as he approaches. you can’t claim to know the heart of a dragon, but your intuition tells you it’s her gentle nature — she doesn’t want to scare him. you amuse yourself with the thought of meleys or vermax in silverwings current place. meleys’ intimidating horns moving as she tilts her head to the side, challenging anyone to step forward (that isn’t rhaenys), or the light snap of vermax’s jaws as he enjoys toying with the man, watching them jump back from the prospect of his teeth.
when he’s a breath away from her, you decide to take pity, and move from silverwings side. now it is you and cregan, looking into her eyes in a silent understanding.
you slide your hand over his own, and move it up to touch her snout. she could pull away, or leave you a widow, but she doesn’t. she even moves a hair forward, nudging herself into cregans hand. the surprise in his face is palpable.
“She’s warm.” he says.
you nod. “In more ways than one, yes.”
you stand there for minutes, cregan lightly stroking silverwing, and her enjoying the attention. only when cregan himself removes his hand do you pull away.
“As much as I have… thoroughly enjoyed this,” he says, looking at silverwing as if she can speak english. “I think I’ve exercised bravery more than enough, this morn. Winterfell awaits.”
you sigh at the prospect of leaving your dragon and facing your duties. “That it does.”
cregan looks at you, secretly admiring your features. it is one thing to cautiously approach a dragon, and make it out alive. it’s another to slide on its back, and a different thing entirely to speak its language. he can’t deny the certain aura he feels, gazing at your silvery-hair, knowing you share the feature with all of your ancestors.
“Will you join me, or should I expect to return alone, cold and wifeless?” he asks, a smirk breaking its way through his usually-hardened exterior in light of his sarcasm. it makes you smile, so it was well worth it.
“Freezing and lonely, for now.” you say, brushing your cloak aside to show him a glint of your riding attire. the sight of it only etched love in cregans pupils as he reaches out for you, and connects his lips to yours. the kiss is briefer than you both would have liked, but duty unfortunately calls. once you break apart, he looks at silverwing, and with a quick nod of his head, turns to exit the den he’s grown to appreciate.
cregans approaching winterfells gates when he hears the whoosh of wings, and looks up just in time to see a familiar pair fly over him & winterfells walls. the men around him duck, your laugh and silverwings screech intertwining into a euphony fit only for the gods to hear — and as cregan watches you dance with the clouds, he remembers the feeling of dragon-scaled warmth under his palm.
ʚ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ
#house of the dragon#cregan stark#cregan stark x reader#targaryen!reader#cregan stark x targaryen!reader#house targaryen#silverwing#i eat up targaryen reader everytime sorry#do i like targaryens#ehhhh#are they fun to write#YEAHHHH BABY#anyways#not proofread#and i used a translator for the valyrian so hop off#if u say anything about it please remember it’s made up and i’d have to look for a fuck to give before responding#and that’s truly tedious#cregan stark thoughts#cregan stark drabble#cregan stark blurb#cregan stark prompt
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So fucking dumb and fuzzy brained right nowww, I just want a pretty boy to grope me all over, teasing me and pinning me against the kitchen counter. Telling me to be a good boy and concentrate on my cooking, that I'll get a reward later if I do a good job as he edges me with a wooden spoon, smacking my cunt everytime I start to whine
I wanna be a blushy mess of moans and giggles for him as they switch between making cheesy jokes and threatening to fuck my mouth, as he grips onto my hips and marks me as his
#xochimilli writes#yeah.. ... !!! fucking dumb as shit right now... edging myself over my clothes by humping a chair while i cook#im actually pathetic af rn its awesome also my love's tag bc literally do not want anyone else to touch me bc i am fucking babie#🫀puppy#also bc i am giggling a lot everytime i open the fridge n see a mango lmao i love my sweetheart#ftm nsft#t4t nsft#bd/sm kink#queer nsft#ftm bottom#ftm sub#trans nsft#gay nsft#bd/sm blog#edging kink#edging nsft#edging and denial#kitty sub#kitty nsft#bunny nsft#bunny sub#mlm nsft#impactplay#soft impact play#soft nsft#queer ns/fw#t4t ns/fw#ftm t4t#ftm ns/fw#trans ns/fw
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Hello Tumblr
Ash baby Otacon
#metal gear solid#mgs#metal gear#Otacon#Hal Emmerich#ash baby#mgs is my current hyperfix#otacon is my blorbo#the blorbo ever#this is a collab with my friend @ch_essss on twt#hi bestie#anyway#this is hal everytime someone he loves dies#or everytime snake is too busy to get his ass eaten idk#I put way too much effort into this
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the evil stache bj propaganda
#mash#bj hunnicutt#gay angel baby boy vs gay gaslighting manipulative diva queen#the mustache is symbolic you see#everytime i see mustache bj i start salivating like a failed pavlovs dog experiment#cant stand her fake ass#/lighthearted#a trapper complex will do that to you#mash 4077#m*a*s*h#mashposting#dont take this srsly <\3
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05.09.23 ⚔️
#HAPPY BIRTHDAY CROCODILE#all week I was like bruh at my Big Age (not really) celebrating my blorbo's birthday pfffftt#and just like everytime I woke up this morning heartbroken like I DIDNT GET A PRESENT FOR MY BABY MY LOVE MY MOST PRECIOUS MAN#so yea I had to bang this out real quick today#anyway#happy birthday crocodile <3#one piece#sir crocodile#crossguild#buggy the clown#dracule mihawk#art#illustrations
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Lama Jamous going back to visit the ruins of her ancestral home.
#everytime i see lama reporting i want to break into tears shes a baby shes just a baby#palestine#gaza
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I genuinely need people to draw more of him in ridiculous outfits
#bill cipher#gravity falls#artists on tumblr#baby bill cipher#the book of bill#book of bill#my art#art#bill cipher galore !#the maternal instincts flaring up everytime#i see him as a baby#i adopted him#trust#Pou#baller
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tim puts bloodstained gloves into his microwave and bernard's chef-senses start tingling
#tim: *rewires a kitchen appliance as a vigilante gadget*#bernard waking up in a cold sweat: something is wrong#so fucking funny that they made tim have a chef boyfriend when everything about his kitchen is fucking unusable#ik bear feels like gagging everytime he walks into tim's kitchen#bear trembling and shaking like a newborn deer: tim baby why is the only knife you have a butter knife?#bear retching: tim loml why do you only have 3 cups#bear stonefaced when the oven light switch he pressed turns the oven into some kinda GPS: so just fuck my quiche then huh?#tim drake#bernard dowd#timbern#timber#dc#td:r spoilers#td:r#1k#2k
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dying over how when sam feels helpless he calls for dean
#lucifer/walmart lucifer literally are sam's worst nightmares they render him so shaken#the fact he consistently relies on dean during these times to rescue him or support him#he's baby#just like in the cage when he said dean'll come and beat lucifer's ass#dean without fail comes running to sam everytime then#they got so much hurt/comfort in them i need a fic#spn#sam winchester#dean winchester#samdean#mine
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