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shortkingenjoyer · 8 months ago
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i was late to the cursed cat alastor party, hope this will suffice
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keferon · 8 days ago
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What are your thoughts on a decepticon prowl?
Oh I'm all for it. But! Only if he's actually a Con. Like. Wholeheartedly.
Not "nnnooo we're doingg a bad thing and I kind of dont wanna do bad thing but I have no choice poor me".
You know how in canon he truly believes he's on the right side and makes everything to ensure that Optimus wins the war? You know how he's willing to make every tough decision so Optimus doesn't have to risk his reputation? You know how he literally makes Autobots look like shiny brave and clean heroes who did nothing wrong ever?
I want all that but the other way around. I want him to do that for Megatron and for the Decepticons. The implications would be so fucking dramatic I could write a whole essay.
Low rank Cons would hate him so fucking bad.
Starscream would try to murder him at least once a day.
Megatron would absolutely treasure him. Autobots would have it r o u g h
Can you imagine
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saragrosie · 3 months ago
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As promised, incredibly stupid s4-5 drawings
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witchering10123 · 10 months ago
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hakoda: you need to stay here and protect your sister
13 year old sokka, whose only point of reference for "protecting his sister" is literally his mother sacrificing herself in katara's place: ok 😃
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iite-cool · 6 months ago
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he can't be gentle. how could he possibly be something that was beaten out of him so cruelly at such a young age?
you don't get soft fingers dancing lightly along your hairline as you sleep on his lap, no, you get a large, calloused paw brushing back your hair so he can see your pretty, pretty features better cos it was annoying him. he can't hold your hand don't be daft he'll crack your smaller bones in half... is the reasoning that he hopes will convince himself to stop fucking thinking about playing with your pretty fingers and pressing soft kisses to them. he's not soft! he's a killing machine! he knows nothing but anger and rage and numbness. so what is this strange fuzzy sensation in the hollow hole in his chest that's bothering him? why does it feel good? why is it making him fucking smile?
when he curls his mass around your sleeping body, don't be mistaken. he doesn't want to feel the way you fit perfectly against him. he's just.. trying to swallow you whole. he's not trying to get closer to you no no he's actually attempting to steal your joy. it's not as if you lessen the, thus far, endless and overwhelming burden of his corporeal blight oh no he's just using you.
everytime he presses his mouth against you and doesn't suck your blood out, he reasons that he's practising self-control and instead forcing himself to leave featherlight kisses that make you giggle oh so sweetly even when he knows deep down that he'd pluck out every one of his own teeth if even one dared puncture your skin. simon's not a soft man. he's not a gentle man. he's killed countless with the very hands that you play with. he tells himself you mean nothing to him, that he could walk away and forget you whenever he felt like it but everytime he wishes that his fingers were softer so that they may be more pleasant upon your skin and everytime he wishes that his lips were less chapped so that you may kiss him more, he knows he's fighting a losing battle.
simon riley will become a soft and gentle man in your embrace and there's not one thing he can do to prevent it.
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pls comment i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about xx
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peoplesprincessgeorge · 28 days ago
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How is rehabilitation ever going to work if y'all really think people are evil deep down and do evil shit cause it's their nature. Liam is a real person with a complicated life and feelings. Yes, he has done terrible shit, but he's had a terrible time, he has fans and family who care for him, all these things are true at the same time. What happened to his victim is tragic, but it is also tragic that his son will wake up without a dad tomorrow, and that he never got the chance to make up for the bad shit he's done.
We must be able to speak up against abuse without this black and white thinking.
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potatosaresweet · 23 days ago
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yes we all know how utterly depressing tgcf book 4 is but there's just something so funny about wu ming straight up manifesting with a very specific mask like
in those 2-3 days between xie lian returning home from the altar and *ahem* ruoye's creation hua cheng was like "aight okay how can i subtely show dianxia i am on his side no matter wha- oh 'lll wear a mask like him- but i am not conflicted about anything i just want to be there for hi-THATS ITS SMILING MASK yeah that'll symbolize my undying love" like dude
we got so much bigger issues here. and you actually spent time going hey what fashion statement should i make during my crush's meltdown
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magikkittenz · 3 months ago
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something about finding safety in a bed that's long been empty
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deoidesign · 7 months ago
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groovygrub · 3 months ago
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zer0point5ive · 1 year ago
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lawrence sitting at his desk, swivelling on his chair and talking on the phone. john, i told you there’s no such thing as- john will you just listen to me there’s- sorry, give me a minute i need to take something, my leg- yes it’s still hurting, cutting your foot off will do that especially without proper medical treatment .. well you could’ve at least given me something that wasn’t a rusty hacksaw, jesus christ .. yes i know .. i am grateful .. anyway, as i was saying there’s no- yes i know what that pederson lady said but just- you know what? go. it sounds great. hope you have fun
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beforeimdeceased · 1 year ago
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abby wearing her strap on asking you to ride the bulge and beg her to fuck you and she’s not gonna do it until you sound as desperate as she wants you to…i need a glass of water
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ratatatastic · 9 days ago
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cats: in bath robes
the nhl: well i guess we have to put provactive "lively" music over it
2024 nhl global series finland game 1 | 11.1.24 (x)
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months ago
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fantasy au whiteboard scribbles <3
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jellogram · 8 months ago
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reblog to kill it faster
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puppetmaster13u · 9 months ago
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Prompt 234
More of the Tiamat Au? More of the Tiamat Au! 
Sharing a body was strange. Ten limbs split between the nine of them- thirteen if one counted the tails and seventeen if one counted the fact that their cloak… skirt… whatever could mimic the wings of their other form. 
One which they would change back to after a few moments- there was much less stumbling when it was all fours. Not to mention that if not for the tails they’d have easily toppled over with how many arms they had making them slightly top heavy. Okay more than slightly, it was taking a bit to adjust. 
Honestly the fields of wheat and other crops did nothing to hide them with how tall even this body was, but it was still better than nothing, and they were using the fact it was the middle of nowhere to their shared advantage. 
At least the humanoid- not human, even now their shared power thrummed through the air, leaking from them- form was smaller than their true draconic one. Well, perhaps they shouldn’t call it their true form, when they were once all human, halfa and liminal alike, but they’d long since stopped being such. So perhaps it was in fact true to call the form they had become as their normal state now. 
Actually, could they even separate now? Or had their power melded together so much that it was impossible now, and an attempt would end them? It would at the very least crack their core- 
“What the fuck.” 
Their head lurched, a little too far if the jolt of pain was anything before it melted away. They were all too used to moving their own necks separately. But all of them agreed that discovery could not happen-
Oh.
It was a child. A preteen with red-orange hair, blue-green eyes, expensive clothing, and most damming of all, large swaths of bruising across his arms. Bruising that did not come from usual play, and looked far too much like hand prints for any of their comfort. 
Someone had very much not been taking care of this child. And that really made them quite angry. 
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