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Modern Setting. Platonic Stancy: the Simple Art of Caring.
Steve left his jacket at Nancy's last week, so he walks to her house. He knows it's her day off. He is surprised to stumble upon Robin playing videogames with a random ginger kid in the living room.
Steve: who's that? Nancy: oh, that's Max Nancy: Robin is tutoring her Steve: doesn't look like tutoring to me Nancy: well, they were studying half an hour ago Steve: Steve: are you jealous Nancy: what Steve: of our friendship with Dustin? Steve: jeez, Nance, you could've just said, if it was bothering you Steve: you didn't have to find yourself a middleschooler Nancy: Steve, are you high? Steve: Steve: maybe. Nancy: should I call Eddie? Steve: I'll be fine Nancy: wanna join us while whatever this is is wearing off? Steve: preferably, yeah Steve: sorry Nancy: don't be Nancy: any particular reason for your lack of soberness? Steve: just tired Nancy: okay Nancy: but if you need anything, you always can- Steve: rely on you, I know Steve: thanks, Nance, means a lot.
#plationic stancy#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#steddie#a little bit of ronance#they're basically married#max is ronance's kid#robin is secretly preparing the adoption papers for Nancy to sign up#steve is tired#aren't we all
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DP x DC Prompt/notion # 5
Bruce finished logging the last details of tonight’s patrol and reluctantly pulled up contingency file PT-961. “Hnn,” he grunted to the empty cave, staring at the folder on screen but making no move to open it yet. His children were all out for the evening with various excuses: doing research on a case, homework, visiting a friend, etc. He knew they were really with Fenton for a movie night of course…the third such movie night in the last several months since they started sneaking over to visit the man.
He'd put this off long enough, making excuses to himself about assessing the situation before coming to any conclusions, it was past time he did something about it.
Cli-click. There. The file was open.
He’d made this contingency plan years ago, creating it only a days after Dick had moved into the manor and updating as needed as the family had grown but it hadn’t been touched for years.
PT-961 In The Event That More than 50% of the Children Form an Attachment to a New Parental Figure (see file HM-962 if less than 50%) 1. Initial Research: a. Attachment levels – see pages 1-36, graphs I-XLVII b. Assessment of New Parental Figure c. Background and character 2. Intentions – harmful a. If wanting money see contingency files (GD-01 to GD-207) b. If mind control – magic see contingency files (SMM-M-01 to SMM-M-508) c. If mind control – science see contingency files (NAM-ES-01 to NAM-ES-904) d. If criminal intentions see contingency files (CAP-C-201 to CAP-C-508) 3. Intentions – positive a. Option 1. Hire them - See Family reaction projections pages 37-75 - See likelihood of job acceptance pages 76-94 - See possible outcome projections pages 95-127 Note: Option 1 has the highest likelihood of job acceptance and a positive outcome in the event New Parental Figure has an annual income of less than $42,300 and/or is greater than or equal to age 57. b. Option 2. No interference/Let the Children decide what to do - See Children’s time projections pages 128-209, graphs XLVIII-LXX - See possible mission/patrol interference scenarios pages 210-293 - See possible outcomes pages 294-362 Note: Projections for Option 2 show a near 100% likelihood of interference with patrols/mission. Note: Interference resulting in increased potential for injury or delay in treatment of injuries estimated to be 68-94% more likely. c. Option 3. Custody arrangement - See potential arrangements pages 363-482, graphs LXXI-XC - See possible outcomes pages 363-401 Note: The majority of projections show Option 3 is unlikely to be successful. Both the children and New Parental Figure are predicted to be uncooperative in time and custody arrangements with no other controlling factors. d. Option 4. Engage in a relationship - See family reactions page 402-481 - See New Parental Figure reactions pages 482-568 - See possible outcomes pages 569-757 Note: For possible romantic or similar relationships see contingency files (DM-401 to DM-879) Note: In the event Option 1 is nonviable, Option 4 has the highest likelihood of a positive outcome. e. Option 5. Arrange for New Parental Figure to leave - See contingency files (ROI-G-301 to ROI-G-809) Note: High likelihood of one or more children discovering the arrangement for the removal of New Parental Figure leading to high likelihood of estrangement. Also likely to be ethically questionable.
Bruce double checked his notes on Daniel James Fenton. He was 2 years younger than Bruce, earned a high income as a freelance engineer and had multiple patents that gave him enough passive income from royalties that he could easily maintain his current lifestyle without working. There were no indications of any criminal history or ill intentions and thus far all of his interactions with the children appear to have been positive. More than positive given that every single one of his kids was now “secretly” (or secretly in so far as they were aware) spending time with him.
He steepled his hands in front of his face and focused on the data displayed on screen. The best option to take in this case was obvious.
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Ding-Dong! “I’m coming!” Danny yelled as he dropped the laundry basket on the couch and headed for the front door. “Why is there always a package delivery on laundry day?” he muttered to himself. Well, hopefully the delivery guy wouldn’t mind his no clean laundry ensemble. Surely, they’d seen worse than Danny’s ancient, too small NASA t-shirt and the bat themed pajama pants Sam bought for him when he moved to Gotham.
“Hi there, sorry I was doing laundry and…uhh…you’re not the delivery guy”. Danny stared at a sharply dressed smiling man holding a dozen roses on the other side of his door.
“No, I’m Bruce Wayne. I-“
“Oh, shit”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “You know.”
“Umm…” Danny gulped. He was not expecting to deal with Batman on laundry day! “Yes?” He straightened himself, squared his shoulders and looked Bruce Wayne AKA Batman, the father of the kids that his core had recently come to recognize as his own, in the eyes. “Yes,” he said firmly. “I know.”
“Hnnn…” Bruce’s voice dropped a few octaves. Not quite Batman’s signature growl but much lower than he had been speaking. “Well then, that simplifies things. These are for you. Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”
“…What?!”
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#fic prompt#so basically bruce has a contingencies in case the batkids found a new mom or dad#and the best option is to marry Danny#it's only logical#he has lists#and charts#they're color coded
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Essek is doodling "Essek Widogast" surrounded by little hearts in his spellbook
#cr spoilers#critical role#bells hells#shadowgast#essek thelyss#this is a joke obvi they're already basically married 🤣
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gemini & fourth (in every universe) ↳ li ming vs. gun vs. atom + perspectives on love
"Do dreams carry any meaning without someone you love to share them with?"
#moonlight chicken#moonlight chicken the series#my school president#my school president the series#my love mix up#my love mix up th#my love mix up thailand#asianlgbtqdramas#heartliming#heart x li ming#tinngun#tinn x gun#kongthapatom#kongatom#kongthap x atom#geminifourth#gemini norawit#fourth nattawat#gemfourthmulti#mygifs#li ming is so real for this tbh#i also find it funny that at this point in their storylines#li ming has secured his man and they're moving to the states#gun and tinn are in a perpetual talking stage (but basically married)#and atom fell in love like...a week ago
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camilla and alec for my life and death gameplay save <3
#goth couple let's go!!#they're married#i'm so obsessed with their bathing suits#can i just say the masc clothes work BEAUTIFULLY on fem frames!!#alec is wearing mainly masc stuff and you basically can't tell#at least with the body preset i'm using#i'm very impressed#ts4#ts4 lookbook#ts4 life and death#the sims 4#the sims 4 lookbook#the sims 4 life and death#sims 4#sims 4 lookbook#sims 4 life and death#my screenshots#my lookbook
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#zosan#black leg sanji#one piece#meme#roronoa zoro#zoro x sanji#it's literally them#it goes both ways#love that cene where Sanji literally takes a wanted poster of Zoro from his suit#are you walking around with pictures of your boyfriend all the time baby?#to be fair he gets lost a lot#zoro is so lost he lost himself in the character and now they're basically married#“i came back from hell to fulfill my promise to you” lmao gay#not even death can separate them#gay gay homosexual gay
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Reluctant War AU Part 4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Everything I know about Flash and the FlashFam (& Flash enemies) comes from fandom and theflashmuseum on tiktok so fair warning on that lol
Sorry if Barry is out of character or things don't line up with canon. Canon is a stranger I think I passed in a crowded room once, I did not ask for its number lol
Anyway, time to touch a bit more on that whole Ancient of the Speedforce Elle thing yeah? Here be a sprinkle more of that and I promise there's more to come haha
Gonna start posting this on Ao3 soon, probably Monday or Tuesday, so heads up I may stop adding these parts here on tumblr once I do
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It lived beneath his skin.
For a long time Barry had never believed in magic. His world was grounded, scientific, made of predictable rules and laws. Tools that could be used to explain everything strange or supernatural away as just another odd twist of the massive universe they all belonged to.
It took perhaps a little longer than it should have to admit that magic was as real as thermodynamics and gravity and atoms. That the world was a great deal stranger than even science - for all its own wildness at times - could account for. There were things that went bump in the night. Hells below and heavens above and things that crawled and clawed their way out from the places in between.
It was almost a little embarrassing how long it had taken him to admit to such things, when considering his relationship with the Speedforce.
A force of the universe. Like gravity or time, pushing and pulling everything along. Something that could be explained with all the familiar scientific concepts that had buoyed him along in life for so long.
Except.
Except.
Buzzing, burning, blistering. Not painful but felt. Making his hair stand on end, his fingers tingle and numb. Sliding against his veins, bouncing between scar tissue and freckles. Pressing out from the confines of his sternum, rattling against his rib cage as it shifted and moved. Twining around each and every vertebrae. Coiling over and under itself within his skull, darting along the paths of his neurons and nerves. It hummed in every cell in his body. Darted and danced in the space between the atoms that made up his very existence.
The Speedforce lived beneath his skin.
Lived.
Not existed. Not contained. Lived.
He couched it in terms of science, but science - despite his long time refusal to acknowledge it - wasn’t really able to explain the full scope of what he could feel. Not just the power of the Speedforce, but the…the identity of it. The living part that made it’s home in his body, existing in a way that was separate from him. Distant and indistinct most of the time, but…sentient.
He could feel it. Warm and excitable, delighting every time he tapped into it. Pushing him from behind urging him on and on, tugging him forward from ahead beckoning to go, faster, faster. Joyful in his victories, despairing in his loses.
It lived beneath his skin.
Until it didn’t.
He followed its joyful calls, pushed beyond what he should, what he knew was safe. Chasing that welcoming chant of faster, faster until he was there. In the Speedforce. More even, was the Speedforce.
He was everywhere. Beyond everywhere. In every possible everywhere it was possible to be. Every world, every universe, every multiverse.
To enter the Speedforce, to merge with it, was to become part of existence itself.
He couldn’t remember everything about it once he came back. He got flashes, sometimes, quick moments in dreams of places, of moments. What stuck with him most had been the feeling of it all. That had been the hardest part of returning. The sense of terrible loss, of having been surrounded by such a giddy, delighted, devoted love only to be pulled back from the heart of it. Returned to how he had been before, drifting at the edge of it all, it had been painful, agonizing even.
He…adapted, eventually. The sense of it all was still there, just distant. Something he’d come to feel he’d see again, someday.
It had been different, recently.
His powers were the same, he just as fast as ever, but…there was something…off. Changed. A sense that while his speed remained, the Speedforce had become, for lack of a better word, quiet. Distant.
He’d been having dreams, since it started. Not the quick glimpses of his time where he’d merged with the Speedforce. No, instead they were more nightmarish. Not nightmares exactly, though he felt like they should be with what they contained, but something else. Something that felt unnervingly real, left him confused and reeling when he woke with the certainty that when he opened his eyes he’d see the same as what his dreams held.
In the dream, he was in a room.
Cement and metal, hostile and brutalistic in design. He was bound in place, standing upright with feet and hands spread wide and locked in place within strange devices. Gleaming chrome and brilliant green, a painful thrum of energy surging through his body - not the Speedforce, something else, deeply unpleasant pulsing through every cell of his being and freezing him in place more firmly then the restraints did. Projectors hung from the ceiling, displaying images of landscapes, changing every ten second or so.
The sight of them made him nauseous, body shivering and spasming with the burning, agonizing need to go, but at the same time there was something distantly soothed by them too. Like a gnawing hunger abated with water and crumbs. The need for food not gone but the pangs diminished by the false feeling of being full.
In the dream he felt like he was dying.
In the dream he was afraid that maybe he couldn’t.
That he’d be trapped alive in that state forever, watching places he’d never see in person again as he was trapped in one place. His mind spiraling his Core splintering under the weight of it all, scared so scared. He wanted his brother, wanted to see the cement walls explode into dust and debris and see him there, ready to save the day like he had so many times before.
He just had to wait. His brother was looking for him, would have everyone in the Realms looking for him. He just had to hold on.
Barry didn’t have a brother. He only remembered when he woke, heart hammering in his chest fast even by his own standards, mouth tasting of bile and body aching with the need to go.
He hadn’t been sleeping much these days, even before the King of the Dead declared war.
It was having its effects, as sleep deprivation always did. His mind drifting, catching again and again on the dream, attention far away from the world around him. How many times had he been startled by someone calling his name, touching his arm? How many times had they given him a pinched, worried look that told him they’d been trying to reach him for longer than they should have before he noticed.
He was aware, distantly, of the glowering, stern faces around him. The flinty looks of his friends’ and partners’ eyes as they stared at the image of Waller’s scowling mug.
She’d declined an in-person meeting, hunkering down in some bunker somewhere trying to avoid the consequences of her latest atrocities. Or maybe just trying to avoid the very real possibility that one of the members of JL Dark might try to kill her for what she’s caused.
Or JL light, for that matter.
Bruce and Clark had their rules that they lived by, but Diana certainly wouldn’t hesitate to splatter Waller’s brains across the nearest available wall. In reviewing footage of one of the last battles - she’d been at the other one at the time, trying to contend with a ghost in the shape of an ethereal dragon - she’d recognized the spectral figures of Amazons long dead, fierce even in death as they fought with a warrior’s pride along side the rest of Phantom’s armies. They followed a figure that towered even above the Amazons, four arms and gleaming armor and a name that Barry associated with ruin and forgotten hope but who was so much more to Diana. Heroes long departed to the fields of Elysium, stepping out of their well earned rest to fight once more.
A few hadn’t survived the weapons the GIW shot them with. Barry didn’t know what that meant, for a ghost to die. If they simply returned to their afterlife or -
He tried not to think about the or.
They’d been going back and forth for awhile now. Voices faraway, muffled. The world felt as if it was underwater, blurred and cold. Clark had gotten to his feet at some point, Waller’s grip on a pen so tight on the screen he expected to see if burst at any moment. It was an important meeting, an important discussion. One he needed to be apart of, aware of, but it all escaped him. Sand held too tightly, slipping through his fingers. On the screen, Waller hit a button on the computer beside her and the image changed.
The world burned back to life in sharp relief.
The dream.
The room.
Cold cement. Projections of unreachable places on the walls. Chrome and green machinery in a configuration meant to contain.
It looked larger on the screen.
Maybe it was how small the figure held prisoner inside it was.
She was young. A child, no older than Superboy Jr. or Robin. She looked like Phantom - her father - but there were differences. Her hair was white, but it didn’t look like the spun starlight of her father’s. Instead it burned, the bright hot crackling of the plasma of a lighting bolt striking. Skin the blur of shapes caught just at the corner of the eye as you ran past, Eyes -
Looking at him.
The image had come up, a live feed - he knew it was live, knew he was looking at her where she was at that exact moment - and she’d been as he was every time he tried to sleep. Trembling and shuttering, eyes squinting against the pain, trying to stay open so as not to miss a single moment of the flat images imposed on blank cement walls. Desperate to fill the fathomless hunger burning deep down in the Core of her.
But then a shuttering breath and her eyes - the burning green of an afterimage - snapped up to the camera. Snapped up to look at him, recognition in her young face. And despite never having seen this girl before, he recognized her too.
The Speedforce lived beneath his skin.
She lived beneath his skin.
He could feel her there. Buzzing, burning, blistering. Not painful, but felt.
Not as felt as she used to be.
The image snapped back to Waller’s face, smug and self-satisfied. Talking - lying - about the how the girl was there, what the GIW’s intentions for her were. Barry was on his feet, but so was everyone else. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, could only hear static, the rush of wind, the crack of the lightning bolt. A call for help.
It was then that the alarms began to blare. On the screen someone rushed in to whisper into Waller’s ear. Bruce was running out of the room towards the Zeta tubes and Barry was right there with him and there was so much chaos around them, men in white and Gothamites and Ghosts banding together to rain terror down upon them and something massive and horrible and living towering above it all and Barry let go of that last bits of logic and thought.
Instinct, older than he was. The echo of a voice that had called him for years now, carrying him along, biding him forward:
Run.
Someone might have shouted after him as he left Gotham behind. He didn’t know.
All he knew was the pounding of his feet upon the ground, the wind in his face, the Speedforce lashing and frantic and hopeful burning and sizzling beneath his skin. Calling him further and further away until he stood in a vast, empty field staring at a single, rusted shack near ready to collapse before him.
He wasn’t alone.
Wally. Bart. Max. More still. Not just his family and friends. Eobard. Hunter. Thaddeus. Everyone touched by the Speedforce.
They didn’t speak. Bodies humming and thrumming, crackling with energy and intent.
Minds as one, they focused on the shed, the hidden hatch inside, the base hidden deep below.
The Speedforce lived beneath their skin, and no one was going to steal it away from them.
#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#barry allen#justice league#flashfam#dani phantom#danielle phantom#elle phantom#ancient of the speedforce elle#ever onward elle#amanda waller#eldritch speedforce#kinda#unsettling speedforce at the very least#cut to 20 minutes later to all of the speedsters & Elle at a waffle house having the world's most awkward family reunion#Dick gets a call from his bank about his card being used to buy several thousand dollars worth of breakfast food in another state#& immediate calls Wally like#Dick: YOU TOOK OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF A FULL ON WAR IN GOTHAM TO GO GET WAFFLES?#(because of course he gave Wally his card - he's bought Wally a god damn expensive ass apartment they're basically married)#Dick: I THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING MIND CONTROLLED#Wally: ....sorta? But like...in a good way?#Dick: How can there POSSIBLY be a good way of being mind controlled?!#Wally: you know what actually I'm gonna make our new mom explain this one#Dick: ...WHAT DOES THAT *MEAN*???
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Here's the thing. Fitz never feels the need to explain or justify his relationship with the Fool when they are alone. It isn't until people outside of their little bubble begin to question the nature of their bond that he starts to question it himself.
In Assassin's Quest, Fitz is relatively carefree with his affections for the Fool in front of others, especially compared to later books. They cuddle, they hold hands, they walk arm in arm. This is all witnessed by Kettle, Kettricken, and Starling. He never seems uncomfortable with the physicality of their interactions until Starling draws attention to it.
When Fitz and Fool are alone together at the beginning of Tawny Man, they slip into an easy domesticity. Fool is cooking for the two of them, decorating Fitz's home, and sharing drunken nights with him by the fire. They embrace, lean on one another, and cuddle with Nighteyes. It feels comfortable. It feels right. Later, when Fitz shares a bed with Fool in their rooms at Buckeep, Fitz remarks that he feels a sense of safety in that shared space.
Fitz may not bring the Fool flowers, but he is incredibly sweet with him when it's just the two of them.
He doesn't seem to think too hard about what it means during this period, and instead just enjoys it for what it is. Its only when others make assumptions about their relationship that things between them sour.
Even so, after their quarrel, Fitz loosens up a bit. In Aslevjal, he sticks by the Fool constantly, sleeps in his tent, and even does the walk of shame every morning in full view of the entire camp. When Chade questions him about sleeping there, he's a little annoyed, but still answers him truthfully. For Fitz, that's a big step forward.
Love how Fitz spends every trilogy saying the fool and him are NOT lovers, just friends, no homo, and then at the end of every trilogy he just accepts there's nothing heterosexual about them like they will be cuddling together, kissing each other on the mouth, merging their souls, calling each other beloved, defying fate itself for each other, just acting lovesick in general and Fitz won't feel the need to explain himself at all
#then we get to the soul merging and whoo boy#the Fool wasn't lying when he said no boundaries#When the last trilogy rolls around#they're basically married#fitzloved#rote spoilers#rotethoughts#rote#realm of the elderlings
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This is the farmer and his husband, Sam, and his husband's boyfriend Sebastian, and his husband's boyfriend's girlfriend Abigail, and his husband's girlfriend Penny, and his husband's girlfriend's girlfriend Maru, and his husband's girlfriend's girlfriend's boyfriend Harvey. Also, the farmer has something going on with this little freak in the sewers, not sure what that's all about but Krobus seems pleasant.
#Limes Blabs#Stardew Valley#sam stardew valley#sebastian stardew valley#penny stardew valley#maru stardew valley#krobus stardew valley#harvey stardew valley#sdv#sam sdv#sebastian sdv#penny sdv#maru sdv#krobus sdv#harvey sdv#this web of relationships is really funny to me#like if you marry any one of them you're basically joining a polycule that could potentially tie into every bachelor/bachelorette in town?#if you wanted then you could do harvey/elliott/shane and that'd add two more to this web#elliott/leah is a big one and shane dances with emily at the dance so she's here too#oh! and bringing emily into this also ropes sandy into the polycule!#i think haley and alex are the only ones not in the polycule? they got their own thing going on#it's kinda funny that they're the only ones who were not invited to join the polycule lmao#they're the monogamous lavender couple in town#god i love this game
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If I ever get married, I hope it's like whatever Starsky and Hutch have going on. 😔
#starsky and hutch#ken hutchinson#david starsky#never have I seen such a cop show that the two were basically married married#i almost forget they're not literally together#god I wish I had that#(as ive come to realize in therapy lmao)#Starsky & Hutch#Married in Law
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my boys are really going through the whole "my husband comes home late from work and doesn't even have the time to eat dinner with me" stage of marriage before they're even dating
#i usually say “haha they're basically married” as a joke but like. *actually*#straw watches things#jack and joker#jack and joker the series#jack and joker liveblog
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Thanks to this...
Sebastian: Lucifer, don't freak out now, but I think your husband is the devil–
Lucifer, spitting out his coffee: He's not my husband???
Sebastian: That's what you're focusing on??? Wait, you're not married?!
#they're not officially married but they're basically married#hazbin hotel#stardew valley#sebastian stardew valley#hazbin hotel lucifer#radioapple#appleradio#duckiedeer
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this may be an unpopular opinion, but i personally think that jeff and britta should've gotten married back in season 3 and just dealt with the consequences of that action for the rest of the show
#is that tropey? yes. would they very likely just get divorced? yes. do i care? NO#give me jeffbritta arguing about cohabitation. britta has cats jeff has to learn to live with bc it's cheaper to live together.#give me domestic moments the two of them share ABSOLUTELY IGNORING that this is a Thing married couples do#give me them slowly realizing they LIKE being married to each other#britta still talks about the institution of marriage being a scam and misogynistic and annie's like "you're married?!?!'#and britta's like 'yes and...?'#basically it's slowburn jeffbritta but they're already married and refuse to get divorced because they like the tax benefits#community#community nbc#jeff winger#britta perry#jeffbritta#redstreet
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we are so fucking back ❤️🔥..
#they're genuinely married bc why are you two basically attached at the hip 🤨#neggie#maggie x negan#twd#twd dead city#dead city#negan x maggie#mine
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love novel!weilan those bitches aren't even in love they're just psychosexually obsessed with each other on a cosmic level
#i'm like 90 chapters in at this point and like. do they even like each other?????#like they're basically married but the vibe is definitely 'if it weren't for cosmic fate it would be on sight'#weilan#shen wei#zhao yunlan#guardian#zhen hun
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🗣💖 Dr. Drakken calling Shego '(my) little dove' in the Dutch dub of Kimmitation Nation is something I cherish and live for🗣💖
#proud of my country for pushing the fucking Drakgo agenda so hard#they're basically a married couple in this version#just flower thoughts
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