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real-raincode-takes · 1 month ago
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my ice cold highly unpopular take is that i vastly prefer yuma's horrible fuckass bowlcut over the long hair from the aetheria disguise. im just really attached to it and i think it's more charming... i also prefer the WDO uniform over the aetheria uniform, but that's just cause i think the colors clash a little with yuma's purples. my favorite transfem yuma is where absolutely nothing changes except her pronouns. she just says "i think im a girl. anyway," and then immediately goes back to solving mysteries
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its-not-just-a-phase-m0m · 8 months ago
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fuck yeaaaaaaaaa. damn they’re all so hot wth. Yes that halo over Timothee is so Paul coded noice
The power that is within Zendaya’s gaze (god is a woman) shifts something in me
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Stars of 'DUNE: PART 2' for Entertainment Weekly (Feb 20, 2024)
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jajanvm-imbi · 1 year ago
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Jaja lol they're iconic for a reason
(I wanted to make my own version of this post but with more pairings lmao)
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slutpoppers · 7 months ago
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Golden Rapidmon and Magnamon.
Digimon 02 Hurricane Touchdown (2000).
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theashenphoenix · 4 months ago
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R O G U E
By the lovely @refinedstorage! ❤️
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its-not-just-a-phase-m0m · 8 months ago
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Ugh the warmth and wonder this consistently evokes is so comforting. It cements (old) Spielberg’s auteur status as an artist really. And one of the true (Western, late twentieth-century) understanders of what it means to make a film. Moving pictures and sound that creates feeling; that is Cinema essentially. I’m reminded of Dennis Villeneuve’s recent quote.
Obvs Michael Crichton’s work as well as the entire film crew were indispensable to Jurassic Park.
❤️‍🔥 Cinematography ❤️‍🔥
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GTKTM: FAVORITE TV SHOW/FILM PER MEMBER ↳ Jurassic Park — by Treena (@rosamndpike)
Life finds a way (x)
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1st-knight-of-camelot · 7 days ago
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Mission briefing (BBC Merlin 5x04)
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milquetoastii · 10 days ago
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crawls back to tumblr once more with better photos of my mhin cosplay… hope you all like them 🤍
photos by cat_kanna on instagram
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ladybugsimblr · 5 months ago
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Look at theemmmm! 🥰 I can feel the love and happy. Too cute! And they got Kam to comment... feeling extra special lol
Cheese
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themelanyp You would be cheesing too if she stopped by and blessed your home. Butterflies...you all have no idea what a gem we have. 🥰
nissanissa Oooooh look at you glowing! I told you.
rubberbandshan i do! i still haven't recovered from when she said she knew me!! #stillcantsitwithme
stan4mel Is that your studio?!?!? Does that mean what I think it means!!
jamminontheone ayyyyye two queens in one pic that's powerful love to see that black girl magic yo hit me up for some music I got just the right sauce for your first duet hit me up one love
delperro Awwwww seeing you two together brings back memories. We should do that again just because.
stylesbylu 😍
drbossbabe delperro I agree! And I won't be pregnant next time!!
themelanyp Awwwww! You were such a trooper drbossbabe. So happy you stuck it out. I had so much fun! I'll see you soon!!
mrspierson2u You're so beautiful, missy! Look at how far you've come. I won't embarrass you on main. 🤭
antoria ❤
KamIAm Proud of you.
nissanissa Good idea delperro especially with one less!!! 🤣
themelanyp nissanissa Behave!
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AWWWW!! Kam almost never comments! Looks like the Piersons are remembering Mel's I can't breathe days lol.
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loveinhawkins · 2 years ago
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When Lucas Sinclair starts to apologise for missing The Cult of Vecna, Eddie initially thinks that he’s hearing things.
Well, actually, the first thing he thinks is something along the lines of ‘what the fuck are you talking about?’
It takes him almost a solid thirty seconds to even vaguely remember his campaign; the last day of school before Spring Break feels dreamlike, as if it happened to someone else, as if he just watched everything through a fogged-up window.
“Jesus, Sinclair. I’ve got an ongoing list of folks who owe me an apology since, like, sixth grade, and trust me, your name’s not on there. Can pretty confidently say it never will, okay?”
Eddie sees Steve tilt his head ever so slightly from where he’s walking just ahead of them, like he’s listening in. Spots his faint nod of approval.
Eddie can’t decide if he resents it or finds it endearing—kind of gets the ridiculous feeling that Steve’s vetting him on behalf of the kids.
“Okay,” Lucas says, and he’s smiling, but there’s a sort of sombreness to it, too. “Still, I should’ve—”
“Hey, hindsight’s twenty-twenty,” Eddie says, firmly cutting off whatever self-critical bullshit he was about to hear. He knocks his shoulder against Lucas’s, adds a dry, “Like, I would’ve been a dick about it no matter what.”
Lucas laughs, but it’s muted. Then he takes a deep breath, and Eddie suddenly realises that he must’ve been using the apology to get himself started, to work himself up to what he really wanted to say.
“I’m… I’m sorry about… about Jason and… I thought I’d thrown them all off the trail, but—”
“Oh, don’t—don’t worry about it, man,” Eddie says faintly.
There’s a flash of Jason in his mind’s eye, the savage twist of his lip as he ran into the lake; he thinks of Lucas lying to his face, the danger of him being found out, and feels sick.
“Seriously, you could’ve told them… y’know. Wouldn’t have held it against you.”
Eddie doesn’t mention that him getting caught still feels inevitable, like he’s just waiting for the walls to close in.
But right now, at least, he can breathe a little easier. The shire might be burning, but there’s people leading him through it. He’s not alone.
Lucas looks appalled. “What? No, I couldn’t—I couldn’t do that to you.”
It’s said with such conviction that Eddie has to fight through a sudden tightness in his throat—doesn’t really know what to do in the face of such undeserved loyalty.
He settles on saying, “So, how was the game?” which is embarrassingly inadequate, but a genuine question nevertheless; the past few… Jesus, however long it’s been, he’s been in permanent need of a distraction.
Steve slows his walking pace—to anyone else it might’ve seemed subtle, but Eddie’s used to noticing such things. He somehow gets the feeling that Steve is no longer scrutinising him, not exactly; his posture’s relaxed and open, his forehead free of frown lines.
It’s more like he’s simply curious about Eddie’s behaviour. The way his eyes drift over, then down to the forest floor, then back again silently seems to say what are you thinking?
Or maybe Eddie’s projecting because he asks the very same question whenever a muscle jumps in Steve’s jaw.
“Oh, um…” Lucas says hesitantly. “I was on the bench for most of it, so—”
“Quit being modest.” The quiet whir of a tape being rewound; Max Mayfield comes up to Lucas’s side. “He made the winning shot,” she tells Eddie pointedly. “It was a buzzer-beater.”
“Oh, holy shit. Well done, dude.”
From the way Lucas is staring at Max with wide eyes, it’s obvious that he’s barely registered what Eddie’s said.
“How do you know that?” he asks. “You… you weren’t at the game.”
“I, uh.” Max looks down for a moment, fiddling with the headphones around her neck. “I listened to it on the radio.”
Lucas smiles so brightly. There’s an earnestness to him; Eddie spotted it a mile away, ever since that first day back at school, when all the new freshmen were anxiously lining up to get lunch.
Max softens—her arms are still folded, but she drifts a little closer to Lucas as they walk, all studied casualness.
(Oh, Eddie’s been there before: forced to run track in middle school Phys Ed, and the only saving grace was ‘just so happening’ to run at the same pace as any boy who’d smile at him.)
Eddie catches Steve’s eye, and this time Steve gives him a very deliberate expression, nodding fondly at Max and Lucas.
Look at them, he’s saying with his eyes, as if he and Eddie are on the same team, as if Eddie at all deserves to be let in on whatever shared history Steve has with these kids.
Eddie kicks at a stray twig. You’re not going to get a lump in your throat about this, damn it, don’t be stupid.
“S’gonna be historic, Sinclair,” he says. “Last time the Tigers won a championship was, uh, lemme think… twenty-two years ago.”
Lucas stops in his tracks.
“I know that,” he says, eyes shrewd, “but why do you know?”
Eddie raises his hands with a grin, it wasn’t me, officer. “What, I can’t repeat a few years without retaining a little school knowledge?”
“Oh,” Lucas says, and it’s like Eddie can see him mentally replaying every cafeteria speech. He grins back. “So you’re a hypocrite.”
“Maybe,” Eddie says. He glances further afield, where Dustin is animatedly explaining something to Robin and Nancy. “I know you’re not gonna give me shit for it, though.”
“Huh, guess you don’t really know me,” Lucas says, and Max snorts.
Eddie smirks. “And it’s, like, doubly historic since the last person to score a buzzer-beater was—”
He cuts himself off, because Steve abruptly turns to him, like they’re in alliance, and draws a hand sharply across his neck.
But Lucas is already hooked. “What? Who was it?”
Eddie gives Steve a helpless shrug. Sorry, man.
“I’m looking right at him,” he says.
Lucas rounds on Steve. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because,” Steve says, flustered, “that was your thing, Lucas, I didn’t wanna be all…”
He trails off with a vague hand gesture, and Eddie thinks he somehow gets what he means—smiles at the thoughtfulness of it.
“That makes, like, no sense,” Lucas says vehemently. His eyes practically have stars in them. “Damn it, we shoulda got a photo.”
Steve laughs in surprise. “All right, noted.”
“I mean, Wheeler works for the school paper, right?” Eddie says. “They’ve probably got old issues. Hey, Sinclair, you could have, y’know, side-by-side photos. Yours and then…” He waves a hand at Steve. “Ancient history.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Ancient, sure.”
“Oh, Lucas,” Max says, batting her eyes excessively, “I’d frame a picture of you. Pray to it every night.”
Lucas blushes. “Shut up,” he says, elbowing her gently; Eddie thinks that it’s the first time he’s heard Max Mayfield laugh.
Steve’s watching over them again, and his eyes go pensive when Lucas mumbles something like, “I wouldn’t mind a frame.”
The expression Steve has is something Eddie’s only seen once before, and it was on Wayne’s face. Eddie had privately dubbed it the ‘found something for your birthday’ look when he’d noticed it: him and Wayne on a road trip, Eddie not so secretly mooning over the secondhand acoustic guitar in the shop window.
“Your picture should be bigger, Sinclair,” Steve says, sounding both teasing and sincere. “My shot didn’t win a Championship Game.” In an undertone, he adds, “As Brenda so helpfully reminded me.”
Oh, Eddie’s not letting that go.
“Do mine ears deceive me? Did you take a date to a high school basketball game?” Eddie cackles. “You sure know how to woo ‘em, Harrington.”
“Hey,” Steve says defensively, “she could only make that day. Told her I had non-negotiable plans: it was either the game or it was a bust.”
Huh, Eddie thinks, that’s actually… really sweet.
Lucas looks torn between being embarrassed or touched. “You didn’t need to do that, Steve.”
“Sure I did. C’mon, you thought I was gonna go to every match and then miss the Championship?” Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “Where was Erica, anyway?”
… Ah.
“Mea culpa,” Eddie says. “She was, uh, at Hellfire.”
Lucas scoffs. “It’s fine,” he says. “Last time she was at a game, she kept shouting that she loved my tactics.” He looks out into the middle distance. “I was on the bench the whole time.”
Steve chuckles. “Yeah, I missed her being there.” He’s sporting a smile that’s somehow the perfect balance of fond and mischievous; it, quite frankly, has no business looking as attractive as it does. “We had, um, alternative commentary for every game. That kid should have a radio show.” He comes closer, adds in another aside, “Would’ve made the date more bearable if she was there.”
Eddie stifles a laugh, has a moment of respectful silence for Brenda.
Max and Lucas cut in front, keep walking until they’re almost out of earshot; Eddie hears Lucas faintly say something that sounds like, “Was I totally tubular?”, soon drowned out by Max’s laughter.
There’s a short silence.
“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve says suddenly.
Eddie blinks at him, quickly turns his genuine confusion into a bit. “What for, Harrington? My devastating wit? Devilish good looks?”
Steve shakes his head. He smiles for a moment, in on the joke, but then he looks over at Lucas and Max again, and… there.
A muscle jumps in his jaw.
“It’s just… they’ve got a lot to carry, y’know? So…” He shrugs. “Thanks.”
It’s said so quietly, so without fanfare.
Eddie’s hit with the realisation between one footstep and the next: that he’s earned Steve Harrington’s trust.
It feels… weighty.
But Eddie doesn’t mind it; he doesn’t think it’s going to crush his ribs. If anything it feels like they’re sharing a load.
“Don’t gotta thank me for that, Harrington.”
Steve smiles, pushing back his hair; Eddie’s brought back to the moment he did the very same on the basketball court, just as the ball sunk through the net, and Eddie decided fuck it, wholeheartedly embracing his hypocrisy as he jumped up and down with the band kids.
I cheered so goddamn loud for you, Eddie thinks.
He doesn’t say it.
But he keeps walking next to Steve. Feels a little young, a little bit like he’s running track—checking his pace just so he could see a boy smile at him.
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real-raincode-takes · 1 month ago
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WIBTA? I (??M) want to leave my partner (10000F) in my mind palace?
for some background: I (??M, adult) am an amnesiac. apparently before this happened, I made a deal with an ancient god where I gave her my memories in exchange for her murder powers. we’ve been together for a few months now.
well currently we are stuck in a magical torture labyrinth. the only way to get out is to either leave and break up with her, or I can stay here and die. she opened a emergency exit for me but now she’s acting all sad and saying “it’s fine” and “im used to being alone.”
she’s cool I guess. she’s really annoying and tries to rip my dick off but she’s also been really helpful. she’s also got massive boobs and sometimes she’s nice and we hug. and apparently I am the one who asked to be partners in the first place. but im not currently suicidal (which is her fault for making me want to live again)
look im pretty sure she dies either way. also if i leave i forget she ever existed, which sucks, but i dont want to die? so i dont think im TA, but she’s acting sad and it’s making me cry.
so would i be asshole if I leave the mind palace without her?
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petit-papillion · 10 months ago
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OMG! ❤️
Charles posing with a baby at Fight AIDS Cup | 22 January 2024
🎥sofiaecheverrip
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padmesbox · 4 months ago
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Hangman Page birthday week → Day three: Favorite AEW TV moment
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kikker-oma · 10 months ago
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A late birthday present for @telemna-hyelle !!
You're a lovely writer and I've been meaning to draw something for you for ages🥰 this story was so so sweet and soothed my soul❤️
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soundsfaebutokay · 9 months ago
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I know you're strong enough to do this on your own.
- Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil
(Art by @bycharizze on Instagram, commissioned by me)
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cookietastic · 2 years ago
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🍪Commission for @schnuffel-danny of Jack and Vlad( aka his little clowns )🍪
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