#ugh it’s 3am
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theythemmer · 7 days ago
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hear me out
(bonus sister philippa)
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arcanegifs · 6 months ago
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS S1 -> S2 Teaser: ↳ "It's Jinx now. Powder fell down a well."
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simandy · 2 months ago
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I find it fascinating how every single one of my health issues can be mistaken for laziness
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halfwayriight · 4 months ago
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Rafa watching a soccer game in Brazil.
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youngestk · 9 months ago
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hot and spicy, mix it up (240329)
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xxplastic-cubexx · 16 days ago
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sorry just got reminded of the entirety of uncanny x-men #309 and how it's charles having a therapy session with himself about his love life and desires and how he kept sacrificing himself and his wants for The Cause and the whole time he imagines erik to represent his innermost thoughts in the form of a therapist to have him unravel all this
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inoreuct · 1 year ago
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Little headcanon/tidbit time :D it takes a while for him to be comfortable doing so, but whenever sanji gets nightmares now he shuffles over to zoros bunk and climbs in. He tries not to wake Zoro but always fails, zoro just nuzzles his face in Sanjis hair and holds him close until he stops trembling <3 zoro is reluctant to seek the same sort of comfort for his own nightmares no matter how desperately he wants it, until one night hes so tired he just gives up and crawls under the blankets next to the cook, from then on it's a regular occurrence
zoro is used to waking up with someone crawling into his bed; a very specific blond, gangly someone with terrifyingly sharp elbows and ginger hands, trying to fit the both of them in a bunk not made for two. he is used to waking up to sanji’s shaking shoulders. he is used to pulling the cook to his chest, whispering sweet nothings into his hair, running a soothing palm up and down his spine until he’s calmed down from whatever had come for him when he’d closed his eyes. he is used to draping an arm around sanji’s waist and drifting off as the cook wraps lithe arms across his back and tosses a leg over his hip, a cold nose shoved into the crook of his neck, figuring out how their bodies fit together as if they don’t already know.
in the beginning, zoro hadn’t understood why sanji had chosen him of all people; now he’s just grateful for the privilege. he enjoys providing that sense of safety. he likes being the protector, the one who can pick up the slack when his nakama are tired, and sanji is much, much more than just nakama to him.
but right now his blood is thrumming electric with adrenaline and he can feel every single beat of his heart through his entire body, too fast and too hard and too loud in his ears. every time this happens he talks himself down, wraps his forearms low over his gut and curls up, breathes through it until it no longer feels like he’s about to shatter out of his skin. he’s supposed to be the strong one. the safe haven.
but he’s tired. he’s so, so tired, and sanji is just two bunks away, and zoro wants. he wants, desperately, and maybe he’s so tired that he just doesn’t care anymore—
because he gets up quietly, his fingertips numb, avoiding the creaky plank that he knows is there as he creeps over to sanji’s bed and sits at the edge of the mattress. his boyfriend is sound asleep, face smooth and devoid of worry. he should go back; there really is no reason to—
“m’rimo?” sanji squints up at him, raising a hand to scrub over his face, and zoro goes still like it would make him invisible. it doesn’t work, of course, and the cook seems to understand immediately, tugging the blanket out from under zoro’s weight and lifting the corner. “c’mere.”
and who is zoro not to listen? he crawls beneath the blanket, squeezing himself small so that they can both fit. he isn't the lightest; he doubts sanji would be comfortable with zoro laying on top of him, but the cook puts a stop to that by pressing a hand to the back of zoro's neck and pulling him down. “i said come here," sanji grumbles, wiggling until zoro is settled on his chest. “nightmare?”
“mm,” zoro mumbles, already a bit too gone to deny it. he's warm, he's safe, sanji's slender fingers are carding through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and it might just be the best thing in the world right now. the exhaustion slams into him like a battering ram and punches the buzzing, frantic dance straight out from under his skin; he lets himself capsize, sinking down, down, down into the darkness, but he is present enough to feel it when sanji presses a soft kiss to his forehead.
he slides his hands up, palms spread on either side of sanji’s ribs; laying like this zoro can hear every beat of his heart, feel it against his temple and cheekbone, feel the rise and fall of his lover’s lungs, soothing as the rocking of the sea. “go to sleep,” sanji breathes, quiet; the words are pressed into his hair and they wrap him in a gossamer veil of comfort, fragile in the velvet darkness of the quarters they share.
he lets his eyes slip shut and feels the last of the tension drain out of him from the way sanji kneads gently at his nape, knees coming up to bracket zoro’s waist. the cook’s sleep shirt is soft beneath his cheek; one of zoro’s old ones, he suddenly remembers, that he’d worn faded and threadbare and had found mysteriously missing from his closet. sanji smells good, like clean things and warmth and the faint milky-sweet scent of his soap on his skin, and zoro nuzzles into his chest as familiar hands tuck under his arms to press grounding between his shoulder blades.
he falls asleep. sanji’s heartbeat is the only thing he knows.
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phontao · 1 year ago
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HEARD YOU / SAW YOU / FELT YOU / GAVE YOU
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blingzyya · 5 months ago
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my very detailed maria fan art 👻 (i’m bouta pass tf out)
@magebunkshelf @capitalmaudios @dayspriteofficial @obsidian-lantern
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arcanegifs · 1 year ago
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 1x08 - "Oil and Water"
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kiawren · 4 months ago
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Not only does shipping with Kiawe bring me so much comfort, it has me interested in different places, cultures and biodiversity. It makes me want to learn more to love more.
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alexxuun · 6 months ago
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My god… I forgot how much twenty one pilots stir the artist in me. Whatever they are putting in it, my mind is going wild with creativity and imagery. Demaverse straight up is just such a well thought out world and storyline. It’s a book in music form.
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moonchild-in-blue · 1 year ago
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*slides a 20 across the table*
Please, please, Mr. Token, add Telomeres to your setlist. The world needs to see iv shred that solo.
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jamesbloodybond · 7 months ago
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||*glares at chi-square dataset* WHY ARE YOU SO TEDIOUS?!
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n-o-eyes · 4 months ago
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yeah so this post
i should share my early stuff too bc its fucking embarrassing
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looking at my current stuff, my art changed a bit
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i still have a lot to learn. im still nowhere near where i want to be. but looking back at where i started, its been a hell of a journey. much love and my eternal thanks to the sweet people in this fandom, my dear friends that i look up to, who were nice to me when my art was still scribbles on paper
for everyone starting out, keep going. you might not be where you want to be yet but itll happen eventually. keep doing what you love
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emathevampire · 1 month ago
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it occurred to me, as i was looking back at this old sketch of Askalaphos, that i never actually posted it. Even though it’s a little rough, I still think it’s one of my better ones of him.
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