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I teared up a bit 🥲
#y’all don’t get#they ran 2014-16#I need them in another rom com NEOW#emma stone#ryan gosling#crazy stupid love pt 2?#need it
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pre-distortion michael shelley but pointier and more shaped
#yeah redid his design because boy was I not happy with the last one#sorry to all the folks that liked it#michael being the first thing I draw for myself after the hell that was finals is very in character#and a bit concerning#he’s permanently residing in my brain now i’m afraid#don’t have enough time to render these so all y’all are getting are colored sketches#tma#the magnus archives#magpod#michael distortion#michael shelley#tma michael#tma distortion#tma fanart#digital art#fanart#illustration#sketch#my art
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needless to say the vibes were in shambles
#felt like I got whiplash#yeah yeah it’s on me for shuffling a multi-hundred song playlist we literally call The Soup#the weird songs add the tecks ture to the soup#never know what you’ll get#anyway I don’t normally post this much so if y’all are expecting this forever then lol lmao even#mini me#digital art
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If I were Dan and Phil I would never hard launch because it’s so embarrassing that we were right. Like what do you mean you were so in love a bunch of thirteen year old’s clocked it? I would never give that satisfaction.
#no but really I’m always shocked when people are like I can’t believe the fan girls were right#hello?????#dailybooth? early tweets? he smells like warm??? uma thurman watched me have sex with a uma thurman poster next to Phil’s bed? vday video?#he smells like warm#that’s the plan#interrupted by fireworks - phil#the week I spent with Phil >>>>>>>#the lube in their suitcase in Australia (?) (please tell me y’all remember that)#they spent fucking Christmas together like every year#I don’t bring my bestie to Christmas and family vacations😭#that’s just off the top of my head#like yeah us 13 year olds were batshit insane with tons of undiagnosed mental illness but it wasn’t rocket science to figure it out#will this get me cancelled?#rae’s rambles#dan and phil#phan
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the parallels of rottmnt.
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the way rottmnt portrays the cycle of sacrifice and generational trauma through the concept of the hamato tradition is so beyond phenomenal it’s really hard to articulate with just words how hard it really hits. there’s so many parallels btwn splinter & his history/family than can be seen within raph & leo that can also almost be translated to f!leo & casey in some ways, not to mention the parallels btwn karai and leo as well.
the way splinter tried SO hard to break from that cycle, the way he saw how it effected his family and himself and didn’t want to put his family through it again yet it seemed to be inevitable regardless. he never wanted to have to choose btwn his family and the world and yet even when he made that choice in S1, in the end he still ended up losing a family member (karai) in exchange for time to save the world.
and even though he tried to break the chain so hard, the cycle of sacrifice was still adopted into raph and leo in different ways which was later passed down to donnie and mikey.
not to mention the future timeline where they ended up losing EVERYBODY and in the end of the movie casey is met with the same choice of the world over family just as many family members before him have.
the sacrificial bone and need to protect is just so ingrained into the entire family, to the point where the same events just seem to happen over and over no matter what is done.
the cycle of love and loss, protection and sacrifice, family vs the world. over and over.
#i don’t usually post my edits on here but i was really excited and proud of this one and i wanted to share#also i can’t get over the contrast of colors in the parallels too they’re sooooo pretty omg#anyways i hope y’all enjoy!!#vi edits#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt raph#rottmnt edit#edit#angst
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Some more doodles of my Relativity Falls AU because ooooh the way I’m imagining it is so fun I just can’t stop thinking about it💥💥💥
Featuring: Manly “Boyish” Dan, Abuelita Anjelita, and some silly Mabifica because mmmmmm them in this AU makes me wanna lose my mind
#I hope y’all don’t mind that I made lil Stan get a crush on Dan lol#I just think that since Dan is like the embodiment of masculinity (something Stan really wants to be) I feel like he’s have mixed feelings-#of not knowing whether he likes Dan or wants to be him; a very common feeling with 12 year olds lol#Also I’m obsessed with Anjelita; love a girlie who is unbothered and will walk away the minute anything starts looking bad 💥#relativity falls#relativity falls au#gravity falls au#gravity falls#manly dan#abuelita#gravity falls Abuelita#gravity falls manly Dan#young stanford pines#young stanley pines#stanford pines#stanley pines#pacifica northwest#mabel pines#mabifica#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls fandom#gravity falls art#fanart#art#digital art#digital doodles#digital sketches#doodles#sketches#citricacidart
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Nah man this 8ft black and white thing wandered onto my lawn AGAIN this is the third time I’m calling his husband to come pick them up!!!
(dsmp posting in 2024?? When the last thing I’ve drawn digitally of them was in April 2022???? Wiiiilllddd. What am I even doing.)
#mcyt#mcyt fanart#mcytblr#dsmp#dsmp fanart#dsmp art#dsmpblr#dream smp#dsmp ranboo#cranboo#c!ranboo#ranboo beloved#dsmp tubbo#ctubbo#c!tubbo#tubbo underscore#beeduo#cbeeduo#c!beeduo#dsmp michael#michael beloved#michael underscore beloved#i don’t even care whether this gets popular i had a joyride drawing this actually#cranboo you will always be the main character to me#i’m sorry for suddenly jumping from one cringy interest to another like this on y’all#(i’m currently mildly beefing wit ninjago but i’ll be back)#don’t talk abt That guy on this post btw i will kill you
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i’m a bit bummed at how little recognition NOPE has received this awards season i will say it
#so funny that they nom’ed BLONDE & ELVIS and not NOPE like we GET IT y’all love exploitative death content and don’t like being called on it#anyway the day horror and action and comedy get as much recognition from the academy as every middling biopic is the day i keel over and die#sorry for all the typos in this post i was posting at 2:30am (inadvisable)
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Dpxdc AU: Damian decides that it’s time to go collect his brother from his assignment. Danny is starting to sniff out some non-ghostly bullshit for once.
Damian knew his twin had been exiled from the age of seven, banished to travel and observe how scientists around the world engaged with Lazarus water. The only word that Damian received that his spare was still alive were the letters of lab reports and findings that were sent back to base. As the Heir, he’s pushed to be better lest he himself be exiled or simply executed. Danny becomes a fleeting thought and then once Damian arrived in Gotham, a none existent thought.
They weren’t raised to be friends or even friendly. The were not taught codependency or allotted time to bond. The could have been perfect strangers if not for their appearance and the stories of Danny’s shortcomings becoming Damian’s praise.
It’s only once Tim informs him of an intercepted letter, one sent and saved from years prior, that Damian recalls Danny enough to care. Tim prompts him to share more, especially given the coup recently committed by Deathstroke (Slade) and Talia gone into hiding with her zealots.
At family dinner that night Damian supplies: “I suppose I should be the one to bereave my twin of his assignment. His reports will certainly go unread.”
Chaos in the Batfam ensues- meanwhile across the country- Danny sneezes and finishes writing his yearly report: “No major discoveries aside from public record patents (attached), No assistance required. -Spare”. He doesn’t know why he bothers, he hasn’t received any contact from his mother or grandfather since he was 10ish and certainly hasnt thought about his twin. But, if there’s a chance (even an itty bitty one) that his reports are being read and are holding off his reassignment, he’d rather keep assassins out of Amity Park.
Little does he know that this letter is about to be intercepted by Pru, former assassin and friend of Tim Drake. He hadn’t expected his twin to suddenly arrive and tell him that his job was done. And certainly, seeing a plane filled with an uncomfortable looking ‘family’ that requested he join them and get to know Gotham and his birth father, was not on his bingo list.
Danny does his best to let them down gently- and they seem to be accepting that he’s acclimated to this weird little town and will leave him be- when Danny suddenly has to transform into Phantom in front of them to handle a rocket sent by Skulker.
They are less willing to accept his appeal to be left alone after that… Damian is trying to “bond” with him and all the others are trying to “help” in their own way.
Sam and Tucker howl with laughter at Danny’s suddenly very large family- all while secretly working with the Wayne’s to get Danny the fuck away from the Fentons before the scientists do something they can’t undo.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dc crossover#dp crossover#damian wayne#danny and damian are twins#ehehehe#so many ways for Damian to ‘bond’ with Danny#so many ways for the Wayne’s to try and ‘help’ danny#danny wants to be left alone but Sam and Tucker are excellent double agents#suddenly it’s like the Wayne’s know his favorites and least favorites and for whatever reason#demon twin AU#Danny: I don’t know y’all like that#danny is the wet cat that refuses to accept love until all of a sudden he’s a domestic house cat that gets fed @ the hour & not a min later
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pt. 2
you just saw your ex boyfriend, dick grayson, for the first time since he broke up with you.
you ran into him on the street.
no, like, literally ran into him.
you were walking your mom’s dog for her, a german shepherd she got when you moved out. she’d aptly named him trouble. despite his name, trouble was usually a mellow guy, even if he was huge. walking him was just another thing you were doing to try and ignore the thoughts constantly pounding out a beat in your head.
oh, dick would think this is funny! that’s dick’s favorite color, i should buy it! dick and i should go there on our next date!
and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on and-
anyways, you were definitely trying to keep yourself busy.
any time a memory popped up in your brain of him—
laughing at your jokes, holding you close while you fell asleep, kissing your neck while he thrust into you
—you’d empty the dishwasher, paint your nails, (any color but blue) turn on reality tv, read a book, stuff your face, whatever.
anything to stop fucking thinking about him and his stupid blue eyes and his dumb smile.
you’d been been watching the news, sprawled across the couch. just the regular gotham news: don’t use main street, mr. freeze’s ray iced out the pavement. the iceberg lounge had been raided by the police for the third time this month. the justice league defeated yet another extraterrestrial threat to humanity, blah, blah, blah. you weren’t really watching. the news program ended, and the next one started. a gotham gossip show. they were doing a special segment on the wayne family.
of course they fucking were. even your tv was conspiring against you. you had to resist the urge to chuck the remote at it.
you turned it off instead, heading to your room to get ready for a run.
(running for exercise or running from your thoughts?)
your mom had asked you to take trouble right before you’d walked out the door, and so you grabbed him and his leash and headed out. you’d forgotten the bags for his poop, but you didn’t think you would be out that long, so you just kept on going.
you were wearing the leggings dick had bought you, ones he joked should be a specific blue color. you hadn’t understood then, but you more than understood now. it was warmer, and so you just had on an old sports bra on top, and some converse.
you were not the athletic type. that was dick. probably still was. you wouldn’t really know.
you hadn’t talked since it happened, like three or four weeks ago.
time had become a little fuzzy. your mom said you could stay with her as long as you needed, but you were starting to get the itch to move out.
nothing against your mom, it’s just hard to sob really loudly into a pint of ice cream when she’s there.
and she keeps trying to wash the one shirt of dick’s you still have. you know, fully well, how dumb it is, (and a little gross) but you’re still wearing his shirt every night to bed. and maybe it’s all in your head, but it still smells like him. you aren’t ready to wash it. besides, now that you’re sleeping by yourself, you’re pretty sure it’s helping you fall asleep. something that was hard to do the first few nights without your big warm boyfriend next to you in bed.
it probably isn’t good for you, to keep wearing his shirt.
you’d had your hand between your thighs more than once late at night thinking about being enveloped in his scent. your nights were haunted with thoughts of his body over yours, his phantom voice in your ear. calling you angel, asking you if this was heaven, like the last time you’d had sex.
it definitely isn’t good for you.
but neither is life without dick grayson.
you try not to dwell on the fact that dick had given you a sort of non-reason for the breakup. sure, it got lonely sometimes, or you got anxious for your masked boyfriend, so you cried. so what if your patience wore thin after a few too many “i’m sorry, angel, i can’t make it this time”-s.
you were human!
but you’d never, never once complained about his absence or his commitments to his family.
never.
he’d just assumed you were silently suffering and it really irked you if you thought about it for too long. you still weren’t sure if you were mad at him or sad, or whatever. it felt like your brain couldn’t decide on an emotion so you just got twelve at once. but what you did know for sure was that he was 110% worth it to you. you just wish he’d realize that. see that. instead of just the times you were a little emotionally strung out. your ex boyfriend was too willing to sacrifice his own mental health for the sake of yours and you were sick of it. but you didn’t know if you had the courage to say that to him. or even see him, after the way this breakup had hit you.
your friends had managed to get you out of the house, a few times now.
you’d gotten almost too drunk every time, escaping your friends and going outside to get some air. this time, you saw a guy that looked just enough like dick, and it’d all been too much. so you got out of there. you sat yourself down on the curb, looking up at the hazy rooftops. you were always looking up. always.
and since the break up, you’d noticed the vigilantes of your city more often. maybe there was more criminal activity. maybe you were just paying more attention than you used to.
you’d seen spoiler and orphan, pounding the pavement behind you to run after some seedy looking guy holding a briefcase. you think spoiler tried to high five you on the way past, but there was no way. you wrote it off as your memory embellishing things.
you were pretty sure red hood had nodded at you before disappearing down a fire escape on the other side of the building.
your mom had recently gotten a delivery of security cameras for her house. but she hadn’t ordered them. the shipping address had only the address of some warehouse on the dock, the name just, ‘R.R.’ you’d set the cameras up, but you and your mom both were still baffled about it.
and here, sitting on the curb, you were staring at what looked like a dark figure crouched on the rooftop opposite. they’d been there when you’d entered the club, too.
you squinted, trying to make out shoulders and suit colors, when they stood up, and the light bounced off his shiny cowl.
fucking batman?
you shook your head, trying to shake your drunk brain like an etch-a-sketch. there was actually no way.
a smaller figure, one you hadn’t seen behind the shape of batman (!?) pulled a weapon, a gleaming silver sword, and pointed it at you. your head spun. batman (there was no way) shook his head at robin. he sheathed his sword, throwing his hands up in what looked like annoyance. you blinked, and they were gone.
you weren’t really sure if it had happened or not. you’d been trying not to think too hard about the fact that you still hadn’t seen nightwing. you’d really been trying.
so instead, you were walking your mom’s dog.
trouble had, in fact, pooped, and you were frantically looking around for something to pick it up with. gotham was already shitty enough without the addition of, well, literal shit. the streets were busy, but not crowded, and someone down the block whistled for a cab, catching your attention. you turned, and at the same time, trouble jerked your arm, pulling you backwards into someone walking on the sidewalk. the stranger made a choked sound.
“trouble??”
your heart stopped. you held your breath, turning around.
trouble was at attention, looking up at your ex-boyfriend with his head cocked.
dick’s eyes were wide. his hair shorter than you remember. he leaned down to scratch trouble behind the ears, his biceps and shoulder muscles in hard relief. are you dreaming? you didn’t recognize the shirt he had on, but he was wearing your favorite jeans of his, and his matching converse. your mouth felt like a desert.
trouble trails around the two of you, the leash long. he loves your ex-boyfriend, you know he won’t go anywhere.
“did you cut your hair?” you take a step forward. dick does too.
“i-” he clears his throat. “i did. do you like it?” he shifts his eyes, his cheeks bright pink.
you make a show of looking it over. he turns his head so you can see it from all angles. like he always did when he got a haircut.
your chest hurts.
you nod approvingly, flashing him a weak smile.
“it looks really nice. you’re very-” your face heats as you stop yourself. “it looks very handsome.”
that’s an understatement. you would’ve climbed him like a tree the minute he’d come home looking like that. the way his biceps were bulging out of his shirt sleeves could not be good for his circulation. it was great for yours, your heart was beating a mile a minute.
dick smiles down at you, stepping forward again.
“thanks.” he looks down, taking in your outfit. “nice leggings, ang-” he’s cut off when trouble spots a squirrel and darts, barking wildly. the problem is, trouble had been walking his leashed self around you and dick.
you’re now chest to chest with your ex boyfriend in the middle of a sidewalk, tied to him by rope. you vaguely hear trouble whine at the way his collar bit into his neck from the leash pulling taut. you didn’t even have the time to process the fact that he had almost called you angel. which was probably a good thing.
you’re breathing heavily, while dick doesn’t seem to be breathing at all.
he’s put his arms around you on instinct, and you hate the way you feel like you’re home. a shiver runs up your spine at the sudden closeness, and dick peers down at you through half-lids. your mouth dries up again. you suddenly feel indignant.
“you are not allowed to breakup with me and then show up and look at me like that!” you hiss at him.
you would throw up your hands in exasperation if they weren’t basically pinned to dick’s body. a smile breaks across his face, his bright blue eyes telling you everything you need to know. he stares at you, studying you. you wonder if he can feel how hard your heart is beating.
“alfred taught me a new recipe.” he blurts, his hand clutching at your back.
he’s adorable. but you school your face and raise an eyebrow at him.
“..oookay?”
dick blushes, his face sheepish. “i could make it for you, if you wanted.”
“what i want is an apology.” you look him up and down.
your ex boyfriend grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut. “understandable.”
“on your hands and knees. i think this is one of those begging-for-my-forgiveness type situations, don’t you think?”
dick nods, a strand of hair falling across his forehead. his eyes flash.
“you don’t have to worry about getting me on my knees.”
one heartbeat pounds behind your ribs, the other one between your legs. you huff out a weird sort of nervous laugh.
“oh, i’m not joking.” his lips curve up in a smile, one you know very well. he obviously plans to make up on lost time.
you forgot how charming he was. you have to practically force yourself to breathe. you’d do anything to have the real thing over his old t-shirt. you give yourself a mental shake.
he can flirt all he wants, but what about your heart? you look up at him, and his face softens, his pupils huge.
“can you get us untangled?”
dick nods, whistling for trouble. he frees an arm and grabs trouble’s collar, guiding him back around so the leash falls to the sidewalk. you step back, taking a deep breath. you’re cold at the sudden loss of his body heat. it’s a harsh reminder of reality. you grab trouble’s leash, having him sit. you look at your ex boyfriend.
“thanks.” you take another deep breath. “can you promise me something, though?”
he nods, his face serious. “anything. anything at all.”
“promise you won’t break my heart again?” you hold out your pinky finger.
dick coughs, surprised at your words. he looks down, taking a shaky breath. he’s in disbelief, he’s ecstatic, he’s on top of the world, he…has a lot of apologizing to do.
when he looks back up to offer up his own pinky, his eyes are shining. the sight makes your heart melt. you take his finger in yours, beaming up at him.
he gives you a soft smile in return. “i promise.”
you take your hand back, feeling the most hopeful you have in a month.
a breeze picks up, and the whiff you get reminds you of your earlier predicament. you look down. dick looks down too.
shit. literally.
you forgot about the fact that trouble had used the sidewalk as a toilet.
“is that trouble’s?” he asks.
you nod, making a face. “i forgot the poop bags.”
“rookie mistake.” dick shakes his head, smiling. you look him up and down, and then turn, walking back the way you came.
“text me about that recipe!” you lift your hand in a wave.
“but-..uh, the shit?” he calls after you.
“that’s alllll you, baby!” you yell back, practically skipping away. you feel like you’re floating.
#oh this is far from over don’t you worry#next up: dick gets munchin!#yes he will actually apologize i promise#furthering my dick grayson cries a lot agenda#pinky promises are basically blood pacts#idc#hope y’all enjoy i’m a little nervous about this one#dc comics smut#get y/n and dick back together 2024#dick grayson#dick grayson x y/n#dick grayson x female!reader#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson smut#ex boyfriend!dick grayson#ex bf!dick grayson#richard grayson#nightwing x y/n#nightwing x you#nightwing x reader#—ness writes#the batboys x you
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Trans rights you fuckers. Y’all know who you are.
Just clogging your tags before you can clog the toilets with all your shit. No need to thank me, terfs <3
#Or as I like to call y’all#✨farts✨#Feminist Appropriating Reactionary Transphobe#literally u guys#so what if I’m cringe?#at least I’m not scared of fucking GENDER 💀💀💀#and happy people feeling comfortable in their own bodies#and nice men#because there are nice men and boys out there actually#but y’all have your own heads shoved too far up in your arseholes to find them#radfem#radical feminist#terf#terfs do interact#radical feminists do interact#terfblr#radblr#ellastag#jamstag#ps if you have trauma from men okay I get it#you don’t have to trust them#just don’t fault everyone else for doing it okay? 💋
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in the comics Agatha is revived by wanda. And that’s all I’m going to say.
#I really like the ending I don’t care#especially cause when she does get revived she’ll finally have the grey streak y’all#I love Agatha as a mentor!#agatha all along#yap#agathario#agatha harkness#vidahark#rio vidal#agatha all along spoilers#I’m not disappointed at anything#like genuinely#i loved everything about it#i really hope you all will give it enough love that they Greenlight a second season
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he did. my husband tried. he tried to warn them. he did. he said to them, “i’m not as into this as my wife is. i just like looking at cars, but she’s got all the facts and specs and everything. she’s practically a walking encyclopedia.”
and they didn’t believe him. they laughed. they shrugged it off. they shrugged me off. they were warned. and yet they still decided to try and put me to the test. they were warned. they were warned of what would happen to them. and yet they didn’t listen.
their ambition made them icarian. their folly turned my warmth from brilliant to sweltering.
their hubris led to their humiliation.
they were warned. but ambition makes men bold.
this is all just a very dramatic way of saying that grown men decided to play a game of, “oh you’re a fan? prove it” only to have their asses handed to them by their opponent.
this was the opponent btw:
#my big 3:#fangirl#fandom#formula 1#imagine getting humbled by bitch who’s 5’4 and wearing a cowboy hat purchased at build a bear#bc said bitch had gone to build a bear to make the stuffed version of leo leclerc#ya know#leo leclerc#he’s charles leclerc’s puppy#and i borrowed his cowboy hat#austin gp 2024#us gp 2024#cota 2024#i love embarrassing ppl#like#why are you trying to ‘gotcha’ me at a gosh darn f1 race#several of these grown men started yelling at the shuttle bus drivers bc they weren’t transporting tens of thousands of ppl fast enough#so i yelled at them back in defense of the drivers#only i didn’t say ‘they’re trying their best’ or something like that#i said: why are you in such a rush? you gotta get home to your dad on the mouth?#followed up by an incredibly southern:#i don’t know why y’all’re actin like you ain’t got no raisin but jesus h christ and the donkey can’t y’all just quit actin ugly?#anywho#bitches hate me for my sense of whimsy#and frankly insane amount of knowledge about formula 1 racing
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How fucking dare, you come into my house, fuck my wife and you don’t even offer any of your bean dip casserole?!
#shit post#shitpost#one day i would like to be in a pmseymour video but this one isn’t the one that’ll get in the post#pmseymourva#pm seymour#alright I’m going to stop tagging pmseymour stuff on this post#so how yall doing#I’ve started playing bayonetta like the first game and if y’all have any advice on the Angel slayer bit I would appreciate it#every just like make tags that don’t do anything but might as well?#unfunny joke#this is a joke#jokes#what’s the most random fandom I can tag#greek mythology#greek gods#ancient greek#minecraft#let’s all be honest all the possible fandoms I can tag would make sense in a weird way#tokyo debunker x reader#creepypasta x reader#tokyo debunker#twisted wonderland x reader#idk how to tag this#I’m kinda hungry#food#i would like to apologize#question everything#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fanart#sonic fandom
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hey disney so uh how dedicated are we to this being a miniseries? because this truly is too good to limit to one season!
#and lilia saying when she calls you a coward hit the deck#has me afraid this may end in some kind of betrayal or something#it can’t end like that do you fucking hear me?#i have other ideas for where it could go instead but i don’t wanna get my hopes up#holy SHIT i’m having so much fun y’all!!#agatha all along
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Valtteri, who has been so open about his mental health struggles and seeing a therapist, saying he sees a real man looking in the mirror
Valtteri, who’s had an ED, being so comfortable with his body and showing it off and being happy and proud of his looks
Valtteri having healed so much
A bitch may cry
#y’all don’t get it but as a human he means the world to me#and he IS a real man cause it does take a real man to be this vulnerable with the world#valtteri bottas#f1#honestly™️#1k
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