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One refuses to call Seven, Six because despite what he says about not getting close, no one could replace Six. Even if it is just a number.

I bet that if they lost Four (or any member of the team) One would just continued down the line to Eight, Nine, Ten, etc.

One already is fond of his group and Seven could see through his bs.

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Eddie: Fire dumpster of a disaster

Vemon: Hopeless romantic

I also saw this scene in behind the scenes clips, where Venom toss Eddie in the air to get him to wake up. That was cute and funny.

Time for some Positivity~

Alright Symbrock fam

I don’t know about you guys, but all this negativity surrounding the fandom / comics / the current drama is fully bringing me down.

The loudest voices always seem to be the worst,,,?

So let’s bring some happy vibes back…..

Let me know… What are your favourite things about Symbrock?

maybe it’s their dynamics? chemistry? the whole movie? a certain comic run? a certain fanfic? a headcanon? something in the fanon? you just really love what that tongue can do their aesthetic together? Throw it at me or this post!

Lets have good vibes with this ship again, and remember what brings us all together in this fandom~

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Four with abandonment issues? Seems like something I would like to play in.

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Does anyone think about the chances of Four mildly injuring himself just so Five could patch him up? And Five just cursing him out in Spanish and Four is dreamily staring at her?

A bit of spoilers below.

Listen, I rewatched bits and pieces of 6 Underground and I caught Five’s smile at Four when Four woke up from his nap. And with how often Four gets himself into trouble, being the only doctor on the team, Five is always patching him up.

Also, I have a thing with the members not being able to call each other by their real names due to the intimacy and trust that comes with it. Seven and Four probably are the first to do so occasionally, and then Four and Five (in private).

Three and Two ask each other for permission first and also uses those names in private. Like to think of them as possessive with anything that concerns the other.

And then everyone just places bets on One’s real name and sometimes calls One random names to annoy him.

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It’s funny how Billy and Faraday looked ready to fight and the rest are intense staring. But Vasquez is minding his own business and gawking about like a child.

And look how he tucks his thumbs in his pockets. A cutie pie.

Also, I never noticed but Vasquez wears suspenders??? Yes. That’s nice. That’s cute. Faraday, you lucky bastard.

I have nothing to say about this picture except, he cute.

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This 5+1 thing is taking longer than I expected. On the other hand, you could tell how much I favored Three with how long his part is compared to the rest-

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I used to watch Unnatural History on CN and it was entertaining. It's sad that it only got one season.

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I saw these side by side and I can’t stop laughing, thinking them as reaction pictures.

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Aaaaaa I want to write but I'm don't have characters personalities pinned down yet and I hate that they had to introduced the spy and the hitman trope to me and now I can't stop thinking about intimate wound cleaning.

I swear, I'm going to riot if someone dies. I can only go through that so many times.

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@oceluna Thank you for the tag!

Tagging (you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to): @cryptids-and-starlight @melaniielaurent @incognito-insomniac @fontainebleau22 and @hummingbirdsalt

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Goodnight-Centric Fantasy AU Headcannon

In one of my wips, Goodnight is a witch and an excellent one at that. And I was just brainstorming today about his past about why would he join the war of mortals.

My angst greedy brain: He’s a mage-slave. Bound to someone by a curse and forced to fight in a war he didn’t want to fight in.

He tried to fight against the curse at first, trying to break it by sheer willpower. But every magical being knows that once you’re caught, you can’t be free. It didn’t stop Goody from trying. But as his hands grew bloodier, gunshots screamed louder, he eventually stopped trying.

As the years wore on, he was forced to kill, dirty his hands, and tarnished his name with fear and death.

There was this one night that he can’t recall because all he remembered was the terrible screeching of an owl as each of his targets fell by his hands. Each screech was like a declaration of every one of his sins. And the owl’s merciless judgment followed him ever since.

And then the war stopped.

His master released him of his bindings, just like that. Without a fight. He was free to unleash his years of bottled up wrath and vengeance to those who used him to win their war. He could make the mortals suffer, burn them at the stakes.

He could, but he didn’t. 

Goodnight was lost, unsure of what to do with his new-found freedom. He was tossed to the side, just like that, his worth was now nothing but dirt. Just what was ahead of him now?

He tried to pick up the pieces of himself, but the pieces were barely a handful. He struggled to dig for the missing parts, those buried in the war, those missing in the blood-soaked ground. He can’t remember how he was before the war, can’t remember the joy of magic at his fingertips, the creations he made, the lengths he could achieve, the art of it. 

All he saw was the blood curling around his fingers. A thick, dark, reeking thing. A monster. His magic was tainted.

He wandered lifelessly from place to place, picking off bounties for monsters. The owl continued to follow.

He met a black cat with too many tails, lurking about like a bad omen. But one look into those intelligently piercing eyes, Goodnight saw life. It was bright, it was sharp, untameable and it was beautiful.

And he wanted that.

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CAPTAIN MARVEL!!! CAPTAIN MARVEL END CREDITS!!!! GOOSE WHAT A GOOD KITTY!!!!!

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Me: This is going to be an n chapter fic. It’s going to be n chapters only.

Me (in the writing process): Well, that’s a big fucking lie.

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Rewatching Magnificent Seven again for writing purposes and I’m laughing at the look on Faraday’s face when Sam ate that raw liver (or whatever it was)

Teddy’s face also kills me sDFGSDFGDFG

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Omg men in black was so good and I'm just ugh, Agent M and H

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I just refreshed the Mag7 tag on ao3 and there are so many new fics, and I’m so happy. So many new things to read and I’ll read through them all without caring for the fact that I have to get up early for work tomorrow.