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[lover-of-mine]

yall: ryan is leaving, he doesn't want to play Eddie anymore Ryan: "[911] feels like it can go forever, feels like it can be another Grey's anatomy. [...] Season 20 I'll be here talking to you guys about how Eddie is using his walker"

[bing-whoops]

Tumblr text posts svsss edition!

[restlesskeychains]

If the epic fandom starts nicknaming their duos and trios can we all agree to call Athena, Telemachus and Odysseus the Wisdom trio

[gossippool]

every day i wake up and think about the fact that wade was special forces. and no there is not going to be any singular coherent point to this post this is just every thought and headcanon i have ever had about it

but like he will never not be a soldier in every single way. there are things he's learned that he's had to do like how to shoot and clean guns and how to survive torture and how to stake out a place and address medical emergencies, but there are also the other things like focus and discipline and communication, right. and this absolutely has an effect on many things that he does

in the case of an emergency, he can lock in and focus on the task he needs to do no matter what. wade as a person is very in touch with his emotions, but he can switch that off when necessary. we saw this when he was protecting vanessa in deadpool 2, and that was before vanessa was even physically injured—if he has to deal with a severe injury of a loved one, his special forces training would override any personal emotions he feels. and wade is intrinsically selfless, but his training has definitely helped hone that mindset: leaving no man behind, service before self. he was literally trained to put his life on the line for others and this is a theme we have seen in every single movie. doing the experiment for vanessa over actually caring about his own life, literally dying for russell, sacrificing himself so logan can live.

and even in daily life he is very attuned to his surroundings and body language. he knows how to carry himself, can change the tone of a conversation through the subtlest shift in body language. if he's angry or displeased, his tone could remain as lighthearted or nonchalant as before, but the air will shift ever so slightly to let you know that he's serious. and that is Scary. he can be so intimidating when he wants to be

also ! his identity as a soldier itself was protection for him. this is more symbolic than anything but Look at this:

this is by no means the special forces uniform or even a military uniform in general but this outfit choice was definitely meant to mimic it (vanessa is also wearing the same army green). it's literally armor for him in preparation for receiving bad news. like a soldier going to war

all this to say that he is an incredibly capable man and a soldier at his core and did not need protecting even before he became deadpool. not only that, but he is often the most qualified and skilled person around, which necessitates him doing the protecting most of the time. but just because he doesn't need protecting, it does not mean he doesn't need protecting on a mental and emotional-connection level. this is why logan is so good for him, because he's one of the only people in the world who understands this and can actually do something about it and will take a bullet or two for wade just because he can

[ex0rin]

Brasso & Cassian Reunited | Andor S01E12: Rix Road

[togament]

Togame's undercut 😩🤌🏻🤌🏻

oh I have thoughts about his damn haircut 🥵 tysvm anon

a/n: i headcanon togame with an extremely sensitive nape. like, achilles heel type shit. he first discovers this weakness with you.

spicy stuff under the cut. 18+ stuff. MDNI.

‪♡

first time you’ve ever heard togame giggle was when you ran your fingers up his nape to the back of his head, getting a feel of his new cut.

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“what d’you think, baby?” he asks, looking down at you so lovingly with his hands clasped around your waist. he gently sways you while he’s waiting for an answer. he just got his haircut and— fuck. if he looked good then, you’re ready to devour him right now.

might as well.

“lookin’ like a fucking snack is what I think,” you purr, eyelids heavy with need as you snake your arms around his shoulders with one hand grazing his fresh cut. you swear you can feel his hand grope your ass as you do, pulling you flush to him. his clothed bulge already pressing against your heat. he was always fast with it.

“hm. someone’s hungry,” he teases, pressing kisses along your cheek, leading down towards your jawline.

“t-that’s rich coming from you,” you manage to stutter, rolling your hips against his to regain the upper hand. little shit- you can feel him smirking against your skin.

his face is hidden in the space below your neck and he softly giggles before it dies down into a soft growl, playfully dragging his teeth along your skin.

“tryna eat me, doll?” he responds playfully. his hands are behind your thighs now, effortlessly hoisting you with your legs now wrapped around his waist. you were about to respond with some clever quip before your back hits the wall behind you gently his larger hand further softening the blow. you can feel him gently rut his hardness up into you.

“why won’t you take a bite.”

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

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a/n: snuck in a sleep token reference lol kisses u if u get it

[ridox]

Xavier’s Apartment — 1:02 AM

Xavier was awake, he already was when he heard the roar of a motorcycle engine cutting through the silent corridors of the night. Xavier was wide awake when he pulled back the translucent window curtains that did nothing to shield his bedroom floor from the morning light and he was awake when he watched you merrily skip out of the apartment building, white hair and red eyed man in tow.

Xavier has been losing sleep lately. At first it didn’t come as a bother, something he thought only came as a result of his countless mid-afternoon naps. He thought maybe this was normal, that him staying up late at night willing that no man show up to whisk you away was just an afterthought of what physical reason was causing his insomnia. But then his nightly visits became more frequent and Xavier couldn’t help but find himself silently watching night after night as he helped you get on his midnight motorcycle if only to whisk you away into secrecy of dusk.

The crowned prince was not none the wiser, he knew who he was, knew the crimes he’d been punished for in his home planet of Philos. He’s heard stories of the fiend that reaps vengeance against corrupt officials and knows just how he has willingly spared him on the rare occasions their paths did cross.

Of course, the fiend also knows of him. He knows how the crowned prince have found himself solace and refuge in the apartment just above yours and he knows the role he plays as your partner in a job that constantly risks exposure of his sworn secrecy. Coincidence was barely an afterthought, he had more pressing matters to attend to especially after his informants told him that the crowned prince’s own men were already after him.

He wouldn’t consider them anything but acquaintances but he does recognize the kindredness of their own spirits. He’s heard stories of a young girl back in Philos that occupied the prince’s heart which ultimately made him turn away from his sworn princely duties. He’s never met her, of course, only having heard whispers while he sat bare inside the cell they’ve thrown him into. Besides that, Sylus has more grace and tact than people would like to admit and to use other people to get his vengeance is just not something he would stoop so lowly into. The girl merely existed as an extension of the prince and if he’s being quite honest — Sylus doesn’t have anything against him.

But Sylus is aware of the keening eyes that followed him and his person all through the night. He has been ever since he first found himself in your building, hoping to whisk you away from some unnamed task he and his own henchmen could definitely finish on their own. He’s acutely aware of how a pair of eyes gently traced your outline as you skipped to his vehicle in utter bliss and complete unawareness.

It was the same for tonight. Xavier found himself standing in front of his balcony door. It has only been a quarter of an hour before he heard the creak of the building’s entrance and the muffled footsteps that trudged on the otherwise silent foyer.

Xavier watched briefly before you came into view and his eyes traced your entire person noting that you’re safe, you’ve no injury, you’re happy and you’re willingly following the fiend into the darkness of the night.

He watched you even when Sylus followed behind you, red eyes trained on yours but once again aware of his own watchful ones that came from the balcony just above yours. Sylus smiled softly before helping you with the helmet you gently prod at his arms, fastening it tightly before giving the top a teasing knock.

Xavier’s breath hitched when he saw the dark red swirls that suddenly appeared by the fiend’s fingertips, his sword made of light almost materializing in his palms, before he realized he was only using it to help you get on. The prince’s eyebrows furrowed before he willed his sword away and continued to watch.

There was a burning sensation clawing from underneath his chest, right where his heart should be. He feels it screaming at him, begging him to do something. He clutched his palm over it, steeling himself as he continued to watch you smile. Smile so softly at the white haired man, smile so bashfully as he whispered a quip, smiled contently when he finally walked to the other side, grabbing his own helmet to put in place.

Sylus paused momentarily to glimpse at the balcony window above yours. You were too busy settling yourself to even notice the breath of a whisper that carried itself through the wind. Xavier glanced back at him, not surprised with his direct regard of his watchful eyes. He nodded at him, an unspoken understanding shared only between the fiend and the crowned prince. And he nodded back up, a silent agreement to keep you safe from whatever lurks in the darkness of the night.

That was the first time Xavier and Sylus ever regarded each other. The crowned prince stood at his balcony window until Sylus got on the vehicle and drove you straight into the night. Only a silhouette of who once were remained at the empty streets below.

Xavier sighed, still feeling the suffocating clawing at his chest and yet he willed himself away from the balcony window, away from you, away from what should’ve been, away from what could’ve been. He thinks to himself that this is what he deserves, that self-punishment is only befitting for those with pasts like he. The dawn is still far away and sleep would not visit the crowned prince that night, but he finds comfort in the thought of you being happy — even if it’s the arms of another.

[b0nkedmehead]

I always see people make certain dp characters [ie: Danny's parents, val, giw] wanna get rid of phantom from danny like an exorcism

Even tho they're the same person right

But I always think of that ep where danny went through that ghost spliter, and you see Phantom and danny as two separate beings [this would've been so cool to explore btw]

Before they quickly went back lol

But what if the giw or someone actually succeeded in splitting them up. I wanna see the ramifications that would have.

Would Danny's "human form" slowly deteriorate from the injuries he sustained from the portal? Would it be instant or would it happen slowly.

Everyone thinks yay! No more halfa hes cured yippee 🕺until Danny looks more and more worn down, has phantom pains, can't sleep, nightmares, and slowly slowly his injuries start killing him and everyone starts noticing.

And then they realize danny can't live without phantom. That the people trying to save him from phantom inevitably ended up killing him again.

Also on the flip side how would this affect phantom like would he just fade away since his body technically isn't dead yet. Would he be caught up in some weird in-between 🤔

Many thoughts many thoughts

I'd also love to hear anyone else's thoughts on this

[salayy]

Curious whether Dojae is actually working with the real Paik Saeon or does he think the Spokesperson is the real one who possibly killed his twin brother

[hitohitonika]

Thinking thoughts about how Zoro was seen literally as the devil, a blood thirsty monster that terrorized the East Blue... in reality, he was just surviving, alone, hunting pirates instead of harming civilians, but no one saw past his reputation.

Except when Luffy crossed paths with him, and yes, he complimented his strength, but he also acknowledged Zoro was more than just violence. He told Zoro he was a good person. Something he had probably never heard.

And he was stunned someone saw his fighting spirit as ambition and the pursuit of a dream and a promise, not just as mindless violence and sadism.

Because that's what Luffy is, hope and comfort that you are good and your dreams are at the reach of your hand and the opinions of others don't matter if you live without regrets and in freedom.

[enbylucy]

natsu and lucy sparring post-war at the guild gym and they kinda gather an audience cause of how long they’ve been fighting. lucy’s hair is out of her ponytail and natsu’s bangs are in his eyes. they’ve gotten to the point where they’re playing dirty. consistently taunting each other and absolute foul play. at some point lucy pins natsu on his back with his hands above his head and natsu fuckin headbutts her to get outta it. there are faint scales around natsu’s eyes, the room feels like it’s 90 degrees. everytime lucy changes stardress its nearly blinding and it seems like there’s bits of stardust clinging to her.

the tension is fucking palpable. everyone feels it. people are wolf whistling whenever one of them pins the other down. natsu gets lucy in a headlock and whispers something in her ear and erza feels downright scandalized. she considers covering wendy’s poor eyes.

[lover-of-mine]

Ryan, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE PAST 6 SEASONS WERE BACKSTORY AND THIS IS NOW EDDIE?????????????

[wintersoulwitch]

What do you remember about Ellie Dawson?

The tiniest of pauses before Blake responds.

The moment when he makes the decision to deny all knowledge of Ellie. Maybe if he doesn't admit to anything, he can talk his way out of this.

It's worked before.

The tiniest of pauses before Drew answers.

A look that is full of contempt, because he knows Blake is lying, and he knows exactly what Blake has done. But he's decided he's going to play along.

At least for now.

[peaceishim]

How can I make space for someone else in my heart, To make space, old things must be let go.

But how could I do that to you?

How can I ever separate you from my heart or my heart from you?

(A.S.)

[rttingd0ll]

I don't know if it makes sense but sometimes I'm so in awe that everyone has their own lives and I feel like when I spend time with a friend, their lives connect with mine, it's making me so much happy somehow