#so many sweet babies
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nolongeragoodidea · 28 days ago
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I realize this is going to come off as one of those Twitter "uh yeah that didn't actually happen" stories but I promise you it was real.
A few kids trick or treated at our house on their way to meet up with their friends who were gathering at our neighbor's, so they passed back by us as they started out as a group, and we gave them candy again because of course. One of the dads was teasing them, "wait you're double dipping???" And a kid goes, "Like Eric Adams!!" And I was like give that kid the whole damn bowl of candy.
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stephanweaverofworlds · 7 months ago
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@faridahmalik
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ilovemesomevincentprice · 2 months ago
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An adorable photo of Vincent Price on the beach with his young daughter, Victoria, circa 1965
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sallymew4 · 24 days ago
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just look how much BRIGHTER Mob’s demeanor is once he has Ritsu safe with him. that is the biggest grin ive ever seen on that boy’s face he loves his little brother so damn much it’s incomprehensible
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dead-girl-tells-stories · 4 months ago
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The people of Gotham both fear and revere The Signal. As they do the rest of the Batfam but for Signal it's a bit different.
For starters, he's the only daytime hero. The other Bats usually only come out at night when the city is quieter. And while it's far from asleep, they prioritize stopping the numerous crimes that occur in the shadows. Civilian interactions far and few. Most pictures of them online seemed more like cryptid sightings than heroes soaring through Gotham skies.
The Signal on the other hand was the people's Bat. They got to see him soar through the sky, or ride his bike in all his golden glory. He gave autographs, took photos, and joined them on their daily commutes. He was a regular at mom-and-pop shops, made sure the troubled kids made it to school, and checked in on the sick and elderly. And while he did work with them when necessary, he mostly liked to fuck with the police, like a true Gothamite would.
All in all, he was the sweet sunshine that Gotham needed. He was far more human than the others. Not that he was human, oh heck no! NONE of the bats were human! But it felt that way. Until you were reminded that he was INDEED a Bat.
The way he merged and appeared out of the shadows despite his bright yellow suit, and moved without a sound. He knew about people and things before they happened. And had an intelligence that was absolutely terrifying when thought about. And the way he took care of crimes?
The Signal is cold, borderline brutal, and efficient (with commentary that leaves you agape and a chill down your spine) when dealing with criminals. It was always jarring to witness the sudden change from Gotham's sunshine boy to stone-cold Bat, and back again. It almost gave you whiplash to realize that this was the vigilante that you were talking to about your puppies a few moments ago. And it really instilled the Fear™ that that bats were known for.
The other Bats were terrifying, shadowy demons that moved through the night. Stopping crime in the darkness. Gotham knew and appreciated this. But the Signal? He was the bright light at the end of the tunnel and the warmth of the brilliant sun. But he was also...
'Gotham's Darkest Angel'
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llamagoddessofficial · 11 days ago
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your imagines tag is 164 pages long and every single page is a gift from god, absolutely incredible writing. What is your favorite idea to play with? Like I mean you have so many AUs and Ideas there simply must be one that is your favorite.
Ough, that's a toughie honestly.
Farmer has been a big one. I had so much fun with him, I love him so much, and I have a fic in the works for once Tilikum is over. You guys also saw my insane ramblings for @valrayne-faeu's fae stuff - I couldn't be more of a sucker for anything fae. But I think my biggest & most favourite AUs are the ones where the boys are even MORE monstrous. Sirens (obviously), but I also had so much fun with nagas and harpies. My love of birds is second only to my love of sexy inhuman men so coming up with types of bird wings the different skeletons would have is so much fun.
Forest Gods was probably the most inspiration I've ever felt for a concept at one time. I was writing out ways to turn it into a book, researching what mushrooms would grow on their bodies, sketching Skull's bog so I could accurately describe walking through it... if I had to pick one AU to write forever, it'd honestly be a toss up between Sirens and Forest Gods.
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crowlixcx · 1 year ago
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No one's ever given me anything before.
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vanmarkus · 5 months ago
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EVAN BUCKLEY + his style over the years ↳ part 19/?
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mydairpercabeth · 5 months ago
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dinololita · 11 months ago
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verstappentime · 5 months ago
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max revealed this week that he was definitely driving with brain damage after his silverstone crash and struggled to see during his win at the U.S. grand prix that year (3 months later). obviously this yields hurt/comfort maxiel. daniel isn't too happy about all of this. max's poor head hurts.
→ →→ it’s gp who finds daniel, intercepting him as he comes out of his driver’s room. “max needs you, mate,” he says, calm but serious. maybe a little exasperated.
of course daniel goes.
gp presses a water bottle, mixed with some kind of blue powder, into his hand. “he needs to drink this. and tell him we’re having a look at his visor, okay?”
daniel nods, even though that means nothing to him.
he finds max on the floor with all the lights off, almost tripping over him. “baby,” he says, heart already in his throat. “whatcha doing down there?”
max doesn’t say anything. daniel goes for the light switch; max whines straight away, breathing harshly through his nose. “leave them off.” it sounds like he’s gritting his teeth.
fuck. daniel crouches down beside him. “maxy? is it a migraine?” max is all balled up, his forehead against his knees, navy kit making it hard to see him in the dark. daniel sets a hand on the back of his neck – he’s overwarm and still sticky with champagne. he looked okay, after the race. he looked fine. he hasn’t had a migraine in months, after a string of them following silverstone.
max still isn’t talking. daniel’s heart is thumping in his chest. he tries, “gp says they’re looking at your visor?”
max reaches around blindly, finding his phone and holding it out to daniel. “text him and tell him not to do that. say i’m fine.”
“what?”
max waves the phone at him. “tell him good win, thank you, whatever, and there’s no need, and i’m fine. daniel, please text him.”
“max. you’re not–”
“daniel.” max presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. “fuck. just say it. i don’t want anyone staying late.”
“then you’ll tell me what’s wrong?” daniel’s worried enough to resort to bartering.
“yes. sure. whatever.”
it’s enough for daniel to tap out the text, trying to mimic the punctuation max would use. “okay. talk.” max reaches out, and daniel doesn’t realize what he wants until he starts patting the back of daniel’s hand. he links their fingers, squeezing. when max doesn’t start right away, he prompts, “can you tell me why gp is worried about your helmet?”
“on the track. i couldn’t. like. see.” max squeezes his hand harder. “fuck, that hurts.”
“you– what? you couldn’t see what?”
“anything?” max makes a miserable noise. “like, everything was– blurry? is that what you say? and i was trying to focus, it was hurting my head. but i’ll sit here for a while and it’ll be fine. just. probably gp didn’t want to leave me on the floor alone.”
“you– max, what?” daniel worried about this for weeks, after silverstone. he read every pamphlet on what he was supposed to watch for, which symptoms meant max needed to go back to the hospital. watched every meal to make sure max wasn’t nauseous, made him rate every headache out of 10. “you were driving, and you couldn’t see?”
“i was thinking maybe i would stop, but i needed to win this one, and i could, so i did.”
“you were thinking maybe you would stop.” max verstappen was going to pull out of a race. fuckfuckfuck. “max, that really isn’t good. it’s– it didn’t hurt at first? not like a migraine?” they’d explained that in the pamphlet. tunnel vision was a migraine; blurred vision was not.
max gives a little shake of his head.
“that’s. they told us to watch for that, do you remember?” daniel lets go of max’s hand, gripping him at both arms. he wants to fucking shake him, but he’s too afraid of hurting him. “it’s. like. a sign of post concussion syndrome. fuck, max, has this happened before?"
“sometimes in the sim,” max says. “whenever i’m looking at a screen for a long time. i don’t know. it goes away. it’s not– i’m not sick or something.”
daniel wishes he had the fucking pamphlet. “max, it’s been three months since your crash. you shouldn’t be driving, you shouldn’t have been driving, i knew it was worse than you were letting on—”
“daniel, you’re hurting me.” max’s voice shrinking. daniel hadn’t noticed how tight his grip had become.
“fuck. sorry. sorry.” daniel lets go, soothing his hands up max’s arms. “can we go to medical? please?”
“no,” max says emphatically.
“max, i think something’s really wrong.” he thinks of max, woozy on the track, not knowing someone’s coming up on his side. bang. smoke.
“i hit my fucking head at 51G. that is what’s wrong. it will get better.”
max is alive and right in front of him, but he’s thinking of jules, in a coma all those months. “you should have told me. you can’t fuck around with this.” god, he sounds mean, but it’s just that he can feel his pulse up to his ears and he needs max to be alright.
“i just want to go home. it hurts so much, daniel.” max sounds so tired. it’s enough to snap him back. because max actually needs him right now, not in some imaginary future disaster world.
“okay. yeah. i’m sorry, baby. we’ll go home.” he’s giving up too easily, but. max never says anything hurts, unless it’s a papercut or something stupid he can pester daniel about for days. he tries to do some of michael’s stupid box breathing technique. four in. four out. okay. take care of max, idiot.
max lets himself be helped up and settled into a chair. he covers his eyes as daniel turns the lights on. they’ve both long missed their debriefs; daniel doesn’t bother looking at his phone. he assumes someone explained for him somehow.
“there’s medicine in my bag, the headache stuff,” max mumbles.
daniel’s hands feel clumsy as he fishes it the bottle out and opens it, taking out two tablets and pressing them into max’s clammy palm. he hands him the blue concoction gp gave him. “drink that, too, hey?” they’d done this so many times back in july. he’d really thought it was over.
daniel fishes through the bag some more, coming up with max’s sunglasses. max puts them on, looking ridiculous as daniel goes around collecting his stuff. he nurses the blue thing quietly, hugging his backpack to his chest when daniel hands it to him. the only other time daniel’s seen max this quiet was after silverstone, stony-faced and wrung out when they’d finally arrived back to the hotel and max had been cleared to go to sleep.
“okay, baby, i think we have everything,” he says quietly, anxiety starting to fade into guilt. he’s not going to convince max to stay out of the car, and they both know that. if max can survive the next month and a half, he’ll win the world championship and then they can fucking. breathe. daniel will make him rest if he has to.
max lets himself be guided to the car with a gentle hand on the small of his back. daniel does his seatbelt for him like he’s a child. he doesn’t even know why. “are we fighting?” max asks, still hugging his backpack.
“no. no? i don't think so. we can talk later. let’s just. you need a shower and sleep.”
“you think gp got my trophy?”
“i’m sure he did, max.” daniel can’t help the tiniest smile. god, this fucking kid.
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byemambo · 2 months ago
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Fang, I'm sorry. It slipped out. Are you angry? You aren't? Babe, you're such a cutie! You aren't telling me off. You aren't mad, either. How cute you are!
We Are (2024) | 1.07
Fang's Cardigans [5/?] | dir. New Siwaj Sawatmaneekul
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Grateful for @lazzarella for helping with the time stamps!
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l8tof1 · 3 months ago
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lewis pls 🥺
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oceans-beloved · 4 months ago
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Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️
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(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)
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englishlotusflower · 11 months ago
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Elrond would have been the bestest grandpa ever and the fact that he never got the opportunity to be so is a Crime.
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percicosoftcore · 7 months ago
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Percy, in a small thread of voice, after kissing the top of Nico’s head: Baby.
Nico, who’s holding him tightly, face buried in his blue shirt that’s getting wet with his tears: … I was born almost 70 years before you.
Percy, shaking his head in disagreement, waving his fingers through Nico’s hair: Baby.
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