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watches Agatha all along with my dad:
~lesbians~ *me desperately looking at the curtains trying to find something interesting about them*
My dad: just kiss already
#agatha all along#marvel#mcu#marvel movies#marvel mcu#Lesbians#not the reacting I expected#Thought it was gonna be akward#pleasantly surprised#funny#Meme#funny memes#tumblr memes#Marvel mcu
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Alan offers you his slushie. (Ft. Oc)
#my dear hatchet man#mdhm game#alan orion#mdhm oc#mdhm fanart#my art#also- thank you for 250 followers!#i had this for a month now- i made this a day before the livestream and after seeing it- i speed through it for two days-#i feel like the brothers would also casually say that their mother is dead and they don't expect anyone to react- except for Jules#Konrad insids the store watching and wondering why the fuck the forest guy is singing
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imagine if isa's confession kept getting interrupted in increasingly bizarre ways…. ASFASDASF
((this stems from a stream silly!! with my friends!! we are streaming now!! its the finale!! info rbed in a lil bit!! yeah thats it!!))
#in stars and time#isat#isat spoilers#<- since option act 3 content. kind of?#uhhh ill tag those in the center??? i guess???#isat odile#isat loop#yeah everyone else is a bit tinier i think but so many ppl to tag otherwise so??#anyway!! yippee final stream today#ah what a journey#well it hasnt completed yet but it will today#there are still. several other sillies i wanna draw from those streams there are so many#but alas i only have a finite amount of time and energy#and the last third of the year is typically heightened in busy for me unfortunately :')#and i miss the silly lil modern office au..... its coming back i promise... soon....#so. expect even more isat stuff. and office isat stuff. but probably at a slower pace!#also side note i do think isa would be.#actually reacting more if it werent for the fact that siffrin#is just blocking him from running over SAFSADAF#umm! thats it! stream time WOOO
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One sunny day when I was in high school I was walking home alone. The sun was shining, gentle wind rustled the treetops. I was just starting to be able to see that beauty again. I had been depressed for a long time, but that mundane walk home felt magical to me.
On the sidewalk I saw something unusual. I was in love with life in that moment and fascinated to know more. I crouched down to observe and saw the most enchanting bug. I’d never seen anything like it. To this day I can’t remember what it looked like, only that it was as beautiful as the sun shining on the green world below.
My attention was rapt on this tiny magical creature living in such a massive and wondrous world, wondering what it was and marveling that I’d never seen anything like it.
I didn’t hear the girls come up behind me on the sidewalk. But suddenly there was a leg beside me. I wasn’t embarrassed to be caught looking at a bug. I was glad someone else might come observe this tiny wonder with me.
Her foot shot up and stomped down abruptly, crushing the object of my interest. I looked up at her.
I didn’t know either of the girls standing above me. They had seen a stranger and decided to punish her for behaving in a way they considered unacceptable. I looked up at the face of the girl who had killed my bug, trying to understand her thoughtless malice.
I think she had expected me to be upset or visibly shaken by her destruction. When I stared unblinkingly up at her she seemed to feel a brief moment of shame, shifting uneasily.
Then she and her friend turned and walked away without a word spoken.
#ramblies#sometimes I want to make a comic about this moment but I can never do it justice#it was just a random act of cruelty#but I think when I didn’t react how she expected she did realize what she’d done#writing#it’s not a poem but is it? I dunno#story
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Solas haters stop telling Solasmancers about how much you hate him and want to kill him challenge
#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#dragon age the veilguard#solas#solavellan#we get it you don’t like him#but why do you have to say it under a post of someone who obviously does#leave us alone 😭#respect that we love solas#how are you expecting us to react to that?#if I hear another person telling me they want to crack the egg#I don’t care!!!#you obviously aren’t my target audience
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Thinking about Mass Effect, as you do, and how I'm kind of sad that the way it's been engraved in pop culture has more to do with the way internet reacted to it at the time than what the actual game is about. Yes sure, it's about romance (and not that much all things considered) and it's pulpy (but not solely because of hot lady aliens), but it's also intricate worldbuilding that touches on a lot of sharp ideas, and a complicated tug-of-war between a genuine and vulnerable belief in reconciliation and community VS post 9-11 US military propaganda and steadfast belief in heroic exceptionalism, and the melancholic yet energizing mood, and the daring narrative systems, and so so much more than the 'We'll Bang OKs" and the "There's No Shepard Without Vakarian" and the whole ME3 ending situation
It's all there, but I'm sad the impact of the series is often reduced to (what I think is) the least interesting parts of its sum
#mass effect#mass effect meta#and what I'm the MOST sad about#is how bioware internalized a lot of that I think#I think Mass Effect 3 and especially the Citadel DLC suffered from trying to pull itself in the shape of what the fandom expected#it's why I'm so ambivalent about Mordin's seashell bit --which I do find kinda cheap in its attempt at being an obvious crowdpleaser#and it's why a lot of the Citadel DLC jokes don't land as well as they could have for me#AND why I didn't react that well to Andromeda either#which to me forgot a lot of its strong worldbuilding foundations and sincerity#and ended up feeling so very... “liberal” to me --if you can forgive my semi-judgmental wording#as in: gestures at inclusion and would do pronoun rounds probably but will never lift a finger to criticize actual systems of power#it's “nicer” and people are more fun but the colonialist project is never sincerely questioned by the narrative#elon musk-like “genuises” are given a god-like aura#species become mostly tired and watered-down versions of their archetypes...#I don't know. I'm sure a lot of people will disagree but yeah I was thinking about this today
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Julia: John deceived us, he was playing us, he was mi6 all along, he was never one of us!!
Yassen: That sounds like a you problem, I don't give a fuck
#the way her face fell when he didn't react like she expected him to I was screaming#julia rothman#yassen gregorovich#alex rider#alex rider spoilers
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Writer’s Block
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In which Homelander thoroughly enjoys a quiet night in, his hand, and some ao3.
CW: Selfcest adjacent, Anal play, Masturbation,
“His hand wraps firmly around your throat as he bends you over your desk with a low groan. The hard bulge in his costume grinds against your ass and each filthy thrust causes your hips to bump painfully against the wooden edge. The various knick knacks and office supplies decorating your space rattle with the movement. His hot breath causes you to moan as he whispers into your ear.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
Homelander groans low in his throat as he strokes his cock languidly. The leather of the couch that was cool at first is now growing warm from the heat of his body. His cock twitches in his hand and a drop of precum drips down his knuckles onto the cushion. He’s taking it slow tonight. He intends to draw out his pleasure now that he finally has the entire space to himself for the night.
Now that he has a son to raise, he’s had to stop being so bold about where and when he decides to take a load off and relax. Luckily he was able to pawn Ryan off on Victoria and Zoe for a sleepover. Vicky wasn’t happy about the surprise but he isn’t sure why. His son is a fucking delight. He plans to make the most of his free time as he reclines lazily and uses the remote in his free hand to scroll through the fanfiction on the screen.
He had found the stories maudlin and pathetic at first when he first stumbled onto the online community dedicated to writing about him. They made him laugh at how desperate and pathetic they were. Even the ego boost wasn’t enough to erase the disdain towards the nobodies of the world who deigned to think that he would ever want to fuck them. He’s so pristine in the stories. A white knight handsome savior to sweep them away from their problems. If only they knew the real him and not the puppet Vought made him into.
But that was when he had Stormfront on his arm. A perfect goddess to chase away the pangs of loneliness and who any ordinary mud person would pale in comparison to. When he lost her, he began to see the value in such pathetic fantasies. As he lost more and more control over his surroundings, it was comforting to disappear into this place where the world still revolved around him and he could see proof of devotion that wasn’t just the steadily dropping points tacked to his name.
People still wanted him.
And sure, things might be looking up for him now. He’s head of Vought and he finally has his beloved son by his side. He has an army of mindless fans ready to fight for him. But his bed is still cold and a man has needs. There’s an earnest quality to the writing that scratches an itch that isn’t satisfied by the subpar porn Vought churns out. This is personal.
He grips his cock a little firmer and he twitches as he runs his thumb over his sensitive slit. He continues to read.
“He can smell your arousal. It coats the back of his throat and he can taste it on the roof of his mouth.”
Homelander unconsciously licks his lips. It’s not hard for him to conjure up the smell of sex in his mind. His own pleasure is already heady in his own nose. He whines and brings two fingers up to his lips and sucks. The salty tang of his own slick is filthy and his whole body throbs. His hipbones ache as he imagines what it would be like to be bent over, to lose himself to pleasure completely, to have all the worries and concerns knocked out of his brain. He can understand why this fantasy would appeal to someone so insignificant as the author. It’s not a perspective that he would normally ever indulge in but there’s something so tempting about it.
“You struggle to catch your breath and muster any kind of defense as he continues to take up more of your space. One hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, cutting off your airflow even further. He can hear you clench around nothing and a smug smile spreads across his face.”
Still sucking on his fingers, his other hand drops the remote and wraps itself around his neck. He presses down cautiously and the restriction of his own airflow causes a wave of heat to flow through his veins. He bucks up into nothing with a low grunt.
“He presses hot and hungry kisses against your jaw as his free hand grabs the waistband of your work trousers and tugs. The fabric rips easily and you can’t even gasp in surprise as his fingers delve under your underwear to press against your hole.”
Homelander follows suit, taking his spit slick fingers out of his mouth and reaching down to tease around his rim. He gasps, sensitive. He’s no stranger to touching himself here but it’s like a shock every time just how nice it feels. He wonders what the inbred brain dead hicks who worship him would think if they knew their fearless hero liked a little ass play. Would they still grovel? Would they keep him on his pedestal? He laughs bitterly at the irony of his power over people still being reliant on fitting into the narrow insipid boxes they feel like putting him in. He has everything he’s always wanted but he’s still fucking trapped.
Tears prick at his eyes. He’d started this just wanting to feel good but now his stomach is uneasy and his erection is already starting to flag. Even alone, he can’t escape people’s expectations of him. He removes the hand from his throat and wipes at his eyes, self loathing building tight in his chest at how pathetic he is. He can’t even get himself off properly and now he’s crying over it. He grabs the remote and goes to turn off the screen in self pity but his eyes catch the next words.
“Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the situation. Everything is happening so fast and so much.
“Shhhhh” He whispers in your ear. “You might as well just let it happen. Let yourself feel good. It’s not like you have a choice.”
“It’s not like you have a choice.”
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He can hear his own voice echoing in his head. It’s familiar and he follows where it leads. He brushes reality aside as he allows himself to sink back into the fantasy. He thinks about the ache in his hipbones and a body pressing him down and forcing him to relax. He puts his hand back on his throat, this time pressing harder until it borders on the hint of pain as his head swims. Idly he wonders where this written version of himself came from. How one measly author amidst the rush of saccharine romances managed to capture this raw real side of him.
He opens his eyes and squints so the world is a little fuzzy. The words on the screen blur but are still readable and as long as he has those he can block anything else out.
“Your body goes limp against the desk, becoming little more than a doll for him to play with. He dips his fingers into you, stretching you just enough to make you gasp before pulling back. He’s gentle but inescapable and there’s nothing that you can do except succumb to his touches. You moan pathetically as he finally takes pity on you, two deft fingers finally pressing in fully as they twist and curl until they find the spot that makes your legs tremble and shake.”
He whimpers as his fingers delve inside. It’s been a while since he’s had the opportunity to do this and he’s tight. He huffs and he can feel the bobbing of his adam’s apple against his hand. He can’t move yet as he focuses on relaxing his muscles until he’s no longer at risk of pushing his fingers right back out. The stretch feels good and his cock quickly swells back to its previous hardness. He’s torn between reaching down to stroke himself or staying put and following along with the whims of the story. He crooks his fingers slightly and a strangled yelp leaves his lips as lightning shoots up and down his spine.
“Touch yourself.” Homelander instructs as he continues to scissor his fingers and stretch you out properly. “C’mon, don’t make me do all the work.”
Homelander wastes no time. He’s eager now that he has permission. He wishes that there was a way to keep the pressure on his neck but he’ll have to think of something for next time. His cock throbs under his palm as he begins to stroke himself. The room fills with eager wet sounds and it allows him to sink deeper into the fantasy. He reads on, eager to know what he’ll do next. It baffles him why anyone would want to leave him now that he knows how good being with him feels.
He’d had an opportunity before, with Doppelganger. But it was wrong. It wasn’t him. It was just a pathetic needy imitation. So ready to please that it reeked of desperation. He’d seen something in “his” face that day that turned his stomach. He’d needed it gone.
This is different. This fictional version of him is perfect, strong, determined, and willing to just take what he wants. He’s perfect, like marble.
Homelander moans echo through the penthouse, filling up all the open space and desecrating the ears of the founding fathers. He has no need to be shy now that he has the place to himself again for the night. His cock is leaking all over his hand and dripping down onto the leather. The wet sloppy sounds of him working himself over are practically deafening to his sensitive hearing.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. Doesn’t it feel good to take some initiative. It’s a good thing the rest of the tower doesn’t have my hearing.” He goes quiet for a moment, allowing the sloppy sounds to echo through the empty room. “You would not believe some of the things I’ve heard go on around here. For example, do you remember fucking yourself in the bathroom after I surprised you in the elevator the other day?”
A wave of shame and panic floods through you as the memory of the elevator comes back to you. You were too flustered to say anything then. You had been surprised that he would bother with an elevator at all. The masculine vetiver scent of his cologne was subtle but in the confined space it seemed almost suffocating. You hadn’t said anything and he didn’t bother to even acknowledge your presence. He didn’t even look your way. Still, the strange intensity of the encounter had you running into the empty bathroom to relieve some stress. You wouldn’t have been able to concentrate otherwise.
“Nothing? I could practically smell you during my meeting. I could definitely hear you rubbing away.” He leans down to nip at your ear.”
Homelander briefly lets go of his cock to massage his balls, groaning loudly. He wants to prolong this but he can feel himself reaching the end of his rope. His abdomen is sore from the clenching of his muscles and he can feel his heartbeat in every fiber of his body. His lungs can’t seem to get enough air as he gasps at the wave of arousal.
Something prickles at the back of his brain. The story ignites some synapse that sparks an unimportant memory. It’s not enough to draw him out of his fantasy but somewhere in his hindbrain he logs it.
He imagines someone hearing him right now and his cock twitches. He gives a comforting squeeze as he wiggles the fingers inside himself again.
Fuck
“The combination of his filthy words along with your eager rubbing has you coming undone before he even fucks you. You feel truly visible for the first time.. Homelander saw that embarrassing needy part of you and he wanted it. He tracked you down once the rest of the crime analytics team had left and bent you right over your desk.
“There you go. Doesn’t it feel better to come on my fingers instead of your own?”
FUCK
Homelander’s vision goes red and hot as his fingers hit the spot inside him juuuuuust right. He tenses, entire body locking up, balls tightening, toes curling against the floor. He hangs weightless for a single moment before the storm of pleasure hits like a tidal wave. Hot ropes of come splatter all over his thighs and chest as he frantically strokes himself, milking himself of every last drop of pleasure. He bears down on his hand as he rides himself through it. He can hear his own voice ringing in his ears, the perfect voice of his best self.
“Doesn’t it feel better to come on my fingers instead of your own?”
In his mind he’s bent over the desk with a warm body against his back. His hips are sore but his muscles are pleasantly relaxed for once. He feels safe and protected. A strong hand grips his hip to hold him steady as the other Homelander removes his fingers with a soft wet noise.
He slumps into the leather, pleasantly sated.
Once he’s regained his senses a bit, he reaches for the remote and clicks off the tv. He’ll have to remember to finish the entire fic later when his cock has recovered a bit. The black screen reflects his face and Homelander is surprised to see the pleasure drunk smile on his face. He can’t remember the last time he smiled like this. Probably not since… He quickly shakes his head and shoves all thought of her from his brain. He doesn’t need anyone else to get off. He’s just fine on his own.
The little brain worm from earlier returns now that the room is quiet and distractions are gone. His mind still itches. Homelander clicks the tv back on and scrolls back up with a frown.
Crime analytics?
Most of the fics he reads are mindlessly generic. Most depict a banal office atmosphere when the setting takes place at Vought tower. It’s very easy for him to tell when the author is an outsider. Name dropping a specific department is new. Not to mention, the way the office was described in the beginning was eerily similar to the large room where the crime department is located…eerily similar.
Homelander’s heart pounds as he puts together the pieces. The author works at Vought and he knows in which department. The author has likely crossed paths with him. In fact, Homelander’s stomach tightens as he skims the fic, the author has probably shared an elevator with him.
He checks the upload date.
One week ago…
The unimportant memory floods back.
One week ago, he’d frightened a mousy crime analyst when he’d stopped the elevator for a ride. The little analyst never even looked directly at him. It was typical and not even worth the effort to get annoyed by. The sound of a fluttering heart and the scent of adrenaline were common occurrences no matter where he went. The moment he exited was the moment he’d already begun to forget.
Homelander sighs contentedly as he closes his eyes and lets himself bask in the afterglow. Curiosity sated, he lets his mind wander. Maybe he’ll surprise his little writer tomorrow and let them properly enjoy the fantasy this time. It’s the least he can do.
He reaches down and touches his hip, the phantom soreness still lingering.
After all, he knows just how good it feels to be fucked by him.
#homelander discovers x reader fic#he reacts a little differently than you might expect#homelander#x reader#Homelander fanfiction#just a dude getting himself off#left the end open in case I wanna do a follow up
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gay people ☹️
kyokao sketch dump mostly to test brushes (dancing sketches inspired by sevazh's art)
#ohshc#ouran#kyoya ootori#kaoru hitachiin#kyokao#gonna be mia for the next week cause I have a paper and a midterm to do#hc that they coordinate outfits like they BETTER 👹#but I also hc Kyoya to have an eye for bespoke tailoring and reeling Kaoru in on certain choices like well. everything#also when I was doodling yuno miles played and I legit got whiplash#i usually wouldnt rlly react if i expected it but I WAS LISTENING TO DAFT PUNK😭#i used the shiyoon kim dry ink and jingsketch basic lil inker for these iirc#my drawings
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Thinking about Fallen London as a backdrop for the theme of the horror of the inevitable today. I know it's The Classic Cosmic Horror Thing, but it's really woven through all aspects of Neathy life even as the PC is written powerful and capable: the constant backdrop of breath-holding for the Sixth City, the Masters and the Bazaar as a force higher on the Chain with a plan that cares not who it tramples, a ton of the Destinies aside from the LotN ones, literally anything to do with the Dawn Machine, the Flukes...the thing that changes you irrevocably could be around any corner, could drop at any second. Everything else, every other story told, is either dealing with that or written in its shadow. Sometimes the game lets you deal with it by fighting back, with the message that even though you can't hold a candle to all of it, you can change some of it and that's enough reason to try. Sometimes, the game lets you deal with it by getting drunk off your ass with a dozen rats and stealing a painting or something of the sort. Both are honestly such valid ways of dealing with The Cosmic Horror Of It All, as is just rolling out of bed every day and complaining about the weather, and the spread of each that the game's writing has is I think what's made it stick so hard as one of my favourite pieces of horror media despite only about 20% of it reading like horror.
#fallen london#keeping my oc rambling to the tags#part of why i like this theme so much is that when pushed farther it chafes so much with who Hallowrove is#the number 1 way they deal with something unpleasant is through constant acting and momentum#and when it's something too big for them to do that about the number 1 way becomes ignoring and avoidance#but they *can't do that* when the horror is reaching out to touch them and their friends#it forces them to cope by beating their fists against something so massive and inevitable#they can't even contemplate fully what they're doing without the dread setting in#or else freeze in the face of it#i think they've changed though,I've realized today,from being exposed to it#they almost expect the horror now#they're not doing any *less* about it but it's easier for them to accept that it's there in the periphery#and they can look at it almost sidelong now#instead of either ignoring it completely or fixating on it#was rereading some older stuff for them today and it's interesting#seeing how the ways they react are super in character still but i can see the change from now to then#I like horror. i think it tells a lot about a character in a short period of time how they react to that#anyways. uhh don't ask about why I'm thinking about the horror of the uncontrollable rn i am normal and fine i prommy
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Something I find interesting abt the online reaction to mouthwashing is some people's insistence on putting the focus on curly over everyone else.
Obviously he has the most visible damage from Jimmy's tendency to take other people's autonomy but in the end you still lose sight of the other people jimmy has hurt, namely Anya.
#I have a lot to say on curly as both an enabler and someone in an impossible situation with very little time to react#but strangers on tumblr aren't the type of people I'm interested in discussing it with#I feel like#I see a lot of people almost infantilizing and woobifying him after he's disabled#probably my only text post on the game sorry. don't expect much else#mouthwashing
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do y'all think Macaque is falling back into the role that Azure and the others put on him by remaining on the outskirts of the group because he thinks his input/presence is unwanted (and yeah his presence isn't really wanted by MK and the others BUT. something about the fact Macaque is placing himself at the edge of the group, the edge that Azure and the others pushed him to, doesn't really sit well)
#Monkie Kid#lego monkie kid#monkie kid spoilers#lmk spoilers#im gonna be completely honest: i think the only reason Mac HASN'T apologized is cause he thinks they wont listen to it#so he's trying to do things WAY more subtly and it's NOT working out#and when i say ''he thinks they won't listen'' i dont mean he thinks they won't forgive him#honestly the group would be split 50/50 between ''forgives him'' and ''suspicious but willing to let him try''#i FULL OUT mean he thinks they won't listen. that they won't even hear his apology and will just talk over/ignore him#or completely misinterpret what he's saying#THAT'S what he thinks#when he was being the villain he was putting on a show. it's HILARIOUS how obvious his actions are a front when you rewatch s1 and s2#but like?? being actually him?? he does NOT expect them to listen to him when he's just himself#sort of like a. ''if you want people to listen you have to anger/frighten them into paying attention'' kind of mentality#not a good mentality to have#it DOES explain why he reacts Like That whenever someone does something that indicates they DID pay attention though#like. listen hear me out. i do NOT think Macaque expected MK to remember the Warrior thing.#so when MK brought it up it hit him like a truck#also why he reacts like that when Wukong somewhat seriously answers his ''you know this is just the calm before the storm'' question#+ when Wukong says ''we''#cause he does not consider himself part of the group. hence staying on the outskirts#GOD this guy is such a delicious pack of trauma to dissect. thank you lego for giving me not one#not two#but THREE traumatized monkeys to analyze
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When you try to Manipulate and Manwhore yourself out of a situation, and end up a Malewife.
[First] Prev <–->Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#MDZS#season 1#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#lan wangji#I too am extremely vulnerable by people 'yes-and'ing me when I say things I expect them to react the opposite way to#WWX thinking LWJ is the same easily flustered teen as he was 15 years ago is a huge blunder but you cant really blame him#LWJ had 13 years of character development while you were napping (ghost style)!!#it is deeply hilarious how this plan does the opposite of what he wants#playing checkers while LWJ is playing chess kind of moves smh#LWJ is having the best day of his life while WWX is trying to find a way to distract him so he can start eating the pieces as a last resort#On another note; sorry i forgot JC's bangs in his last appearances. They reattached themselves to his sticky forehead
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Hey, Chingching, Phi Shin is blushing. Stop it.
HIGH SCHOOL FRENEMY | EP12
#high school frenemy#high school frenemy the series#saintshin#skynani#sky wongravee#nani hirunkit#hsfedit#my edits#I AM LIVING FOR THEIR BANTER#now gmmtv i want this exact dynamic in a bl please#i don't want bl no. 23908409 that's following the exact same formula with the exact same tropes#i can't keep relying on jojo for providing us with content that's a bit out of the box#give me something different pls#i’m begging#oh and on another note#i know people are hoping for a skynani series announcement next week#but they blew up fairly recently and gmmtv has probably had their line-up locked in for weeks if not months#so i feel like we shouldn't expect too much because they may not have had enough time to react and cast them in a new series#UNLESS this was the plan all along#the source material also had everyone swooning over the leads so ig they shouldn't be surprised that QL stans are latching onto them#they'd be stupid to not give them more work together now that they've got the momentum#so i do hope that they'll at least try to keep up the hype until gmmtv 2026 if there won't be any sort of announcement next week#i’ll watch them in 214829347 bromances if i have to#but please do not separate them in the forseeable future
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"What is the dragon protecting - the portal? or it's heart?"
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Jagged Stone's reaction to his kids finding out about him will always be funny to me.
He really just goes 'Aw, you caught me! :( Oh, well, guess I better be a Dad now! :D' and it's just...so funny.
#miraculous ladybug#jagged stone#it's what they call a text post#anarka is the only one who reacts the way you'd expect#i feel like luka and juleka are a) too confused by jagged's reaction#b) shocked that their dad is jagged stone of all people#and c) kinda happy to finally have a dad#and so they just kind of...accept the situation#anarka meanwhile is just like 'you can't just abandon your kids and then waltz in and pretend everything is fine!' and that's understandabl#could use to not argue with him as much in front of said kids#but still understandable#doesn't make jagged's reaction any less funny
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