#love the clanging in this
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dogstarblues · 1 year ago
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meidui · 7 months ago
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the helmet moment in every Iron Man movie
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circussoup · 3 months ago
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Lost motivation, putting this on the side to finish comms
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heuldoch7b · 5 months ago
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miroana · 1 year ago
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When you’re losing an impossible fight and you glance around in panic with your blood roaring in your ears and suddenly get skyrocketed onto the path to inner peace by Cassius looking cute af
I wish I was joking. This is legit:
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desceros · 1 year ago
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Requesting a reader watching bayverse donnie work. Platonic or romantic, up to you, just thinking the way you write visual poetry would work good with explaining Donnie’s little work motions.
bay donnie, my beloved [strokes the picture of him i keep in a locket] donatello/reader; gn reader; rated t
Donnie is good with his hands. 
He’s also a sweetheart who patiently tolerates you spending literal hours of your life staring at him, chin propped up on your hands as you watch his work their magic. He’s repairing some piece of tech off his shell that had apparently gotten battered in their last tussle, and it looks like actual witchcraft from where you’re sitting.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” you gush as he glides some sort of metallic piece into place like it isn’t the size of a pencil eraser, the tiny little tweezers looking comically small in his hands and yet acting like an extension of him. 
Donnie huffs a laugh, glancing briefly at you out of the corner of his eyes, his gaze warm and intimate even for its short span. “What brought that on, all of the sudden?”
Adoringly, you watch him weave wires into place as easily as Raph knits those cute little scarves for everyone. It’s like he’s not even trying, you think, fully entranced. The electronic world at his hands is a tiny little microcosm of a universe, and he, its god for how effortlessly he creates and moves its parts. You think of all his tech, all around you; how easy it is to forget the mastery required to pull it all together, to maintain it, to treat machine as a medium of art.
“You’re just… amazing,” you repeat, helpless to say anything more without dropping a complete dissertation on the totality of space Donatello has taken as his own in your soul. “The way you can… Just make things. Out of nothing. It’s. It’s really incredible.” 
“Is that why you’re always in here?” he asks, lips quirked up into a little smile that feel a bit like a tease. “To watch me make things?” 
“Well, it doesn’t hurt that you’re easy to look at, either,” you confess, twirling a finger along the surface of his desk shyly. It’s not the first time you’ve flirted with him, and it’s not the first time you’ve watched him bloom under your attention; but it’s new, enough, that it takes a bit of bravery, still. 
“That’s good to hear. I was worried you were only in here for my tech, for a second there,” he says, and only the knowledge that he knows it isn’t true keeps you from swan diving into a lecture about otherwise.
Licking your lips, you slide your palm over your mouth as if muffling your next sentence will make it less dangerous to say. “I… could be in here just for you. If… you wanted me to. If… If you’d let me.”
“Let you?” he echoes in surprise, finally looking away from the delicate electrical work in his hands so his hazel gaze meets you full on. “You do realize you’re the only other person allowed in here, right?” 
Butterflies catching in your throat, you shift your weight from one hip to the other and swallow. “I-I know. But—”
Donnie narrows his eyes as he studies you, leaving you feel a bit like a specimen under a microscope. Still, you let him, because any amount of his attention feels good, even if it means peeling off your skin and letting him see the way your heart has changed to the shape of him. 
“—But I want to know,” you admit quietly, pressing the pads of your fingers to your lips before they fall to the table to trace anxious shapes. “…That it’s different. For me.”
Donnie’s face smooths a little as he understands what you’re asking of him, and smooth as silk, he dips in close and brushes his lips against yours. It’s gentle enough to make you gasp, shocked that something can be so soft and still raise sensation, every hair on your arms standing at attention from the sheer intimacy of it. Leaning in, you seek more, slotting your mouth under his and inviting him closer to your hummingbird heartbeat. 
His hands cup your jaw, pulling you towards him, holding you in place as he tilts his head and sinks further into you. He tastes sweet, you think dreamily, sighing out and curling your fingers on the edge of his plastron. 
“It’s different,” he murmurs against your mouth, his lips catching yours for how much he can’t bear to pull away now that he’s gotten started; like now that he’s allowed himself to have you, he’s never going to let you go. The thought makes you smile and laugh, because oh, how could he ever think you’d want to leave?
“You’re amazing,” you sigh out again, and this time, he laughs, his hands finding you instead of his tools.
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salt-baby · 4 months ago
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my beige flag is taking immense pleasure in shocking people with my disability
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mcwhytubers · 9 months ago
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Joe continuing to fall with every anvil he tried to drop on xb is just killing me
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badshipshitblog · 2 years ago
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i think calliope & caliborn should eat each other
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faaun · 7 months ago
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oh my god ! haha . anyway a bit buzzed perhaps. anyway here's what happened on the date
#at some point i took the earrings off. the metal clanging was screaming their name too loud and it#was 6 knives to the throat and he confirmed it so. here's the kicker. you can be taught a lot and you can have their hands on your thighs#and you can kiss them but even if they pray even if they tell you about the bible looking into you like really they lost what they believed#in a pennsylvania countryside catholic schools with a protestant family since joining the london school of economics#even if they pray for you to stay the whole way even though their hair was softer than hers you think of her and he thinks of someone else#and be tells you none of it will make sense. they smile and they say what a shame you might miss the train but they hold onto you#the entirety of you - like a religion or a polite insistence or something to keep.#you learned they were used to losing everyone they felt bound to love. they said they got really good at letting go. you were told#you think he's being epistemologically#irresponsible and he tells you he carries a massive task. he tells you the responsibility is monumental#and he feels responsible for defining responsibility. he shows you songs and his poetry. my eyes feel on fire.#she doesnt know this. this is marylebone. the next station is edgeware road. everyone here looks happy and high and clear of the doors.#he says tell me when you get to the station and very especially tell me if you don't. the next station is paddington. please mind the gap#between the train and the platform. you say this to him. he says i minds the gap between you and i. i mind it so much that i need you to#come back. he says this because you kissed him briefly but you kissed him well. she says you're a good kisser but he says you have him#stunned. he asks you who decides the truth. he tells you you decide the truth without his mouth. you're fast enough to make it there before#the wheels do. this world is lit by glass and light and people with a pact to fall in love with the abstractions more than each other.#he tells you to be committed to your various intangible loves more than anyone. you both have to be. they love each other anyway.#i was supposed to find a persian poetry book with her on our fourth date except she was hours late. i found it with him. he didnt give up#he should be perfect and i should really like him.
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ellstersmash · 8 months ago
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49 and 61 for mayo please?
49. Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt?
Mason: to piggyback off the last mayo post, he melts when she plays with his hair. it makes him feel so safe and cherished, and if he's tired he's been known to actually fall asleep.
Theo: she LOVES to hear him laugh. not that cool chuckle but like, a full-on uncontrollable belly laugh?? nothing better in the world.
61. How would they describe their S/O in one word?
To their face -
M @ T: addictive
T @ M: surprising
To a stranger -
M @ T: inimitable
T @ M: complicated
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thank you for more asks!
OC relationship asks
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dailyeca · 4 months ago
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palettepainter · 5 months ago
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Every now and then I'll be on my socials and an intro song from some children's show in the early 2000's will appear to brighten my day. If you need me I'll be jamming to the intro song from Little Robots that song is my jam
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iloketf2 · 5 months ago
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Tf2 community in the last 2 weeks be like:
"Bro, wake up. We got three VAs on our team." "What? Are you high?" "I said get up."
*scream comes from outside*
"What was that?" "The sound of progress!"
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loveinwisteria · 5 months ago
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Went to the dentist. It was FUN. They did a deep and localisation scaling on my wisdom teeth. Got them on ALL sides too 🙂‍↕️ . Ya boy got EXTRA teeth y'all's! Teeth to spareeee.
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em-ptynet · 1 year ago
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Just adopting a bunch of d players this season
Clang, bonk, zelly, quinn, jamie, ryker <3
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