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vi not wearing a bra after she's been recovering? makes sense, totally checks out. unclear if vi even owns a bra at this point. caitlyn not wearing a bra to go visit her dumbass ex who got herself locked in a secluded prison cell? SUSPICIOUS
#i need to go to bed#BUT AM I WRONG#CAITLYN HAD AN AGENDA FROM THE START#arcane#arcane spoilers#piltover's finest#caitvi
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god forbid women do anything <- is not a woman and probably should be actively restrained from this course of action
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i had a dream that they got married and when i woke up i immediately thought of this post
#dunmeshi#cave scribbles#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#cithis#mithrun#cithrun#cithis x mithrun#i need to go to bed#oh well
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Day 24 - Alice
#posting a bit early cause#I NEED TO GO TO BED#murder drones#murder drones alice#murder drones beau#inktober 2024#toma art#tw blood#it's oil but still
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#me to me to me#i need to go to bed#buddietommy#buddie#bucktommy#evan buckley#eddie diaz#tommy kinard#boop
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Wait, so if the Hargreeves gave up their lives to give their Marigolds to The Cleanse to stop it, then what the fuck about all the other super powered children? They never said if there were any other people with the Marigold in the S4 timeline, but the world ended in the previous timelines (and many more that we didn't see) because of the Hargreeves.
It can't be solely them though if there were 36 other children with the Marigold. The Hargreeves can't be the only reason in every timeline that the world ended, especially since Abigail created the Durango. Am I going crazy??
#I need to go to bed#tua#the umbrella academy#umbrella academy#tua s4#tua spoilers#tua s4 spoilers#hargreeves siblings
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OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY
THUNDER SAGA FIRST THOUGHTS:
WOW THAT WAS SPECTACULAR AND IM FEELING MANY EMOTIONS
THE PARALLELS WITH ODY AND EURY IN MUTINY????
ODY RELATING TO SCYLLA???
THE VOCALS
THE MUSIC
THE AMOUNT OF THINGS THAT HAPPENED
I was so confused at the start bc I was like “dream?” Then I was like “why’d Penelope say daughter?” Then I was like “OH SHIT SIRENS”
Odysseus is definitely a lot more ruthless 😭
and Thunder bringer was INSANE
THIS WHOLE SAGA WAS INSANE AND PERFECT AND I LOVE IT
Edit cause I forgot to add it: EURYLOCHUS CALLED ODYSSEUS ODY?? OH MY GOD IM CRYING
#I need it injected into my veins#I’m still processing#I need to go to bed#epic the musical#thunder saga
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it’s so upsetting how john lennon described the beatles as “four young fags” in the 1971 st. regis interview. when he had the opportunity to say “the fag four” RIGHT there
#this is so stupid but i’ve been giggling over the fag four for over an hour now#i need to go to bed#the beatles#john lennon#paul mccartney#mclennon#george harrison#ringo starr
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I promise I'm normal trust 🙏
#dandys world#dandys world razzle and dazzle#dandys world astro#midnight tragedy#midnight drama#sleeping mask#loud sigh#i need to go to bed#But I won't#SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK
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just listened to sabrina’s new album and heard the lyrics “god bless your dad’s genetics” and had to make this 😵💫 so here’s a short n’ sweet edit of lew <3
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Another late-night thought: Sylus interrupting your potential bone, scaring the guy off you were about to lay by materializing at the foot of your bed.
He follows you to your kitchen where you pour yourself a stiff drink. Throw your hands up in frustration after taking a swig and slamming the glass on your counter, demanding to know what the fuck he wants with you.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking around with the staff?” he asks with a quirked brow and tense jaw, but he otherwise appears composed. “Very unbecoming of you, sweetheart.”
You step to him, a haughty look on your face and a bitter laugh in your throat. “Didn’t you once say I could have anyone I want? Why do you suddenly give a fuck who I sleep with? I never gave you shit for chasing that hunter around like a lost puppy.”
You move to step around him, but he suddenly grabs your forearm, halting your escape. Surprise fleets across your face before you’re fighting to be set free.
“Let go of me!” you snarl, vainly pushing against him. It’s to no avail. He effortlessly holds fast to you, the tendons in his neck flexing.
He doesn’t let up. Instead pulls you stumbling in front of him, peering at you with a bit of irritation coloring his features.
“Do you love me?” he suddenly asks once you’ve given up thrashing about.
The question catches you off guard. You blink dumbly. “Do I—huh?”
“Are you in love with me,” he repeats as if it isn’t the most earth-shattering thing. “And don’t lie to me, because I can very well see through your ruse.” He angles himself closer, prying into your soul, his right eye glowing a sinister red as he threatens to tap into the power of his aether core.
You avert your gaze to the side. Even without the use of his Evol, he’s read you like a book.
Of course, your feelings for him run deep. You’ve been his ace for the past four years. He’s treated you with nothing but kindness. Built you up to believe you meant more to him than just someone to seduce his competition. More than a mere trump card.
You were foolish to think you could erase the thought of him with cheap lays and one-night stands.
“Let go of me,” you parrot, though there’s no fight left in your voice.
“Answer me first.” The hard edge his tone once held is traded for something softer—more beseeching. “Please.”
You reply with a sardonic chuckle. “Even if I were in love with you, it wouldn’t change anything. I’m nothing more to you than a pawn. A pretty face. A moneymaker. I’m damaged goods. ‘m nothing like her, and I never will be. So, would you—”
You try weakly to free your arm from his grip, your chest swelling with emotion. God, why do you feel like crying? “—would you just piss off?”
Follow-up story here.
#in the mood for angst again#sylus angst#sylus x reader#sylus x you#i need to go to bed#the need for pain is real tonight
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Just an excuse to draw him with that outfit brrrrr
#faith the unholy trinity#faith game#faith#faith fanart#john ward#airdorf#fanart#faith airdorf#snow#my design#cold#oh my god#i need to go to bed#i really like this guy#kiss kiss
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Scott can't see you. At least not in the way a normal person can.
Everything about you is tinted red, his glasses leave room for imagination but not by much. He knows the color of your skin, your hair, your nail polish. But not your eyes.
The color of your eyes was the most difficult thing to figure out about you.
“Scott,” you say his name so plainly sometimes. He looks over at you, raising his head. “Are you paying attention?”
He blinks, looking around at the rest of the team members. Oh yes, a meeting, a meeting that he called, that he’s leading. He gave you a moment of time to explain a mutant you had come in contact with during your mission.
“I apologize,” he says, brows furrowing slightly, “please keep going.”
Later that night when the mansion is still, a majority of the students are asleep, some possibly doing some late training in the danger room. There's a knock on your door.
“It's open,” you say, your tone sounding pleasant, slightly irritated..
He pushes the door open, closing it quietly behind him. You look up from your papers, meeting eyes with Scott. You look him up and down, a questioning look on your face. “Hey Scott, im just reading the documents about that mutant—why are you still up?”
“Will you take a walk with me?” he asks, but it sounds more like a gentle demand. You cock your head, raising a brow, “It's one in the morning.”
Nevertheless, you end up walking outside on the courtyards with him, a gentle cool breeze blowing through the trees. It's chilly, but not freezing. Leaves of red and orange fall from the trees above, indication that fall was here.
You two sit down at a bench after a few minutes of silence. You slump, letting your legs stretch out in front of you. Scott sits upright, completely still.
“Something on your mind?” you ask him, tilting your head, “can't think of any other reason you would want to come out here.”
“What color are your eyes?”
The question catches you off guard, its random, confusion paints your face before you sit up. “What color are yours?” you ask, repeating his question to himself.
“Just tell me, it's the only thing I don't know about you,” he continues, looking at you through his ruby glasses.
“How is that the only thing you don't know about me,” you hum, titling your head at him. “It just is,” he responds simply, “I can't see colors like normal people because of these glasses. You know that.”
“Now that I think of it, I’ve never seen you how others do. I want to be able to do that, I want to be able to see you.”
“You can see me,” you respond, moving your body so your knees were facing him. “Not in the way I want to,” he stares at you, his eyes barely visible behind those glasses, “I want to see all of you. Everything, every detail.”
You reach up, your soft fingertips brushing his chilly skin while you remove his glasses. He clamps his eyes shut, as if he was in pain. The neat thing about your mutation is that it just appeared not too long ago.
You were friends with the X-men before your dormant mutation made itself seen. This is the first time you would be using it on any of the others, especially Scott. You don't have much practice, he knows that, but he still trusts you.
Carefully you press your fingers to his temples, closing your eyes and concentrating on manipulating his mutation. “You can open them,” you breathe a minute later, opening your own eyes. He hesitates, lips parting to say something. “I got you, Scott. I promise.”
Slowly, carefully, he opens his eyes, there's a brief red flash and then a light glow, and it's gone. He blinks as more color starts to come into view, and then he focuses on you.
“Brown,” you say softly, squinting at his eyes, “like fawn's fur.” His eyes were soft, calming. This sensation sweeps over you.
He slowly grabs your wrists, pulling them down as if he's seeing you for the first time. No, actually, he really was seeing you for the first time, without that red tint.
He doesnt say a word, instead he just stares at you, reaching up to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. You melt into his touch, pressing your face into his palm.
“They’re beautiful,” he whispers, reaching up with his other hand to hold your face, “you’re beautiful. You always have been. But now, I can see you. I can see you as you are.”
He brings your hand up to kiss your palm, lips soft against your skin. He closes his eyes, moving down to kiss your wrist before opening them.
“I see you.”
#⋆。𖦹°‧ukume!#scott summers#scott summers x reader#cyclops x reader#cyclops#i need to go to bed#not beta read#might delete lol
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drunk and thinking about cherik, that scene where erik tries to make charles shoot him in the head is crazy to me. like. he is so freaky
#i’m obsessed with him though#like you’re just trying to show off#but that scene…. strangely hot#i need to go to bed#cherik#x men
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The Stan Twins: *fighting over Fiddleford*
Fiddleford: Y'know, I have two hands, right?
#aren't brothers supposed to share or whatever#shitpost#the stan twins#fiddleford mcgucket#stanford pines#ford pines#stanley pines#stanford#fiddauthor#fiddlestan#don't take this seriously#i need to go to bed#gravity falls
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bug doodles so i can say i drew something
#oc#original character#alien oc#artists on tumblr#art#aliens#sketch#nyx#having a rough month creatively. and mentally. like a really really rough month. but i'm tired of saying that too#i made like three things this year i was excited about and that's it. where did the fun go. im supposed to enjoy it right#if i dont enjoy it then what is the point !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of anything !!!! i dont enjoy Anything anymore even !!!!!!!!!#why is it already august. almost september. i dont even remember most of 2023 let alone 2024.#i got no drive to draw let alone to push through a drawing when it gets challenging or doesn't turn out right. i barely drew this month#just kinda hated everything. nothing is fulfilling#IF IM NOT HAVING FUN !!! THEN WHAT IS THE POINT !!! WHAT AM I DOING IT FOR#more and more i consider taking a hiatus from art. but what the fuck else do i do with my time then. what if i never come back to it#i got a list of stuff i could draw but either i try and i dont like it or i sit there and wonder why even bother because i wont enjoy it#guys im tired. im so exhaustingly overwhelmingly depressingly fucking tired and i feel no joy in my art#or videogames. or anything.#i need to go to bed
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