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my boredom's bone-deep. ( wednesday addams / anyone! )

⊰ IDK WHERE THIS COMES FROM ft. ANTONIO MORSELLI ⊱

➫ ANTONIO would have agreed with her, this school was SO boring, and why would he ever need to go to some dumbass school for 'outcasts'. Okay, sure, being a secret demigod wasn't exactly fitting in with normal crowds, but he was his sister's full time agent, he didn't REALLY belong here. At least his present company understood, and they could attempt to save the evening, closing his lighter, he gave her a shrug. "I vote getting expelled by lighting something on fire, what do you think?"

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Dark Side of the Moon (5x16) April 1st, 2010

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“Whats up Winchester?” (Here have a random asks for Dean)

⊰ RANDOM ASK ft. DEAN ⊱

➫ DEAN had stopped dead in his tracks, on his way out of the current motel the gang had been staying at. Hearing her voice, was like a ray of light from heaven hitting him, as if it was anything other than Charlie, his pseudo little sister. The way he lit up was almost a little sad. "Charlie!" He didn't even hesitate to hurry over, wrapping her up in the biggest bear hug. "Where the hell have you been? Do I wanna know?" Get in line, Sam, this was gonna be a long hug.

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“I think you came from the shallow end of the gene pool.” (for Dean!)

⊰ TALKING TO A PUPPY MEME ft. DEAN ⊱

➫ DEAN hadn't been this hung over since high school, and the light, even through his glasses, was blinding. The pain was so much more blinding than he remembers it being, and frankly, he thinks it's just rude that Sam was talking so freaking loud. "Shut the fuck up, Samantha, and drive. When I want your stupid opinions, I'll ask for them, but that would be - what was it? Oh yeah. STUPID." He was already grumpy in the morning, but this was an entirely new level for him.

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➫ CLINT could agree they were both stubborn, freakishly so, they were practically like siblings when it came to arguing about stuff. She could make some excellent points, she could talk circles around him, and leave him just confused. So, maybe it worried him a little that she wasn't fighting back this time, it worried him so much that he started fiddling with his hands, grabbing a pen and flipping it through his fingers. He could only assume it was about her sisters, this personal mission of hers was running his best friend down. He felt helpless.

The archer reached over to her and rubbed her back, wanting to give her even an ounce of comfort. What she was doing? It was right, freeing all the others, even if she didn't feel that way herself. "I hear you, Nats, we'll do this your way. I promise I won't argue with you, I just want to be there for you, through anything. You've had my back for so long, it's about time I have yours, too. You're doing the right thing. So, why don't we grab some pizza, my treat, and you can call Yelena."

Natasha wondered if she was getting old and tired, that she wasn't able to fight him on this. Or maybe she had learnt it wasn't worthwhile because they would only end up going round and round in circles all night. And it would still end with him joining her no matter what.

"Yelena's got the dust, she's working on getting all of that from Melina." Natasha explained and sat back in her chair for the time being, all of this was dangerous but it was for the greater good. "You stay on one side of the perimeter, Yelena on the other. She's going to be watching from above so that at the right moment she let off the gas." Natasha explained, and she was the bait in the middle. "I'm sure they're going to know what to loo out for her, so you and her had to be well hidden. They see I'm with anyone and they're going to run away. You just stay in my ear and let me know about what I need to be looking out for. Let me know who's a risk to look out for.."

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⊰ OPEN STARTER ft. GERALT OF RIVIA ⊱

➫ GERALT had been doing his BEST to keep under the radar, finding reasons not to stay in a town too long, keeping his hair covered, and never staying in the same place for too long. But even after so many years, it was bound to catch up to him. He couldn't stay in hiding from destiny forever, and it seemed selfish that he would even want to. So many humans could use his help, he just couldn't find the space to care about that now. Being a WITCHER wasn't all it was cracked up to be, called mutant at every other inn, spit on, threatened - it was just better to do what he liked, take the jobs he could, and lived within the means he had. He liked being alone. Right now, he was leading Roach through the streets of some shit stained kingdom, keeping his head down and for all intentions, he wanted to get out of the place. Too many eyes on him.

It was only when the other snuck up on him that he stopped, annoyed that someone was following him. He had been caught or noticed, whatever it was, he didn't like it. "If you make introductions first, I can promise you, you won't have to speak very long before I tell you I am not for sale. I won't help you, even if you beg."

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➫ DOMINO had always been a family man, even in the good old days of his parents being alive, which were not all good days, he reminded himself coolly. They had constantly pinned to him the dynasty of their line, the magic that flowed through him and their own blood. Why hadn't they had another child, he often wondered, if he was to be the only surviving heir. Family was everything to him, as a boy he often fantasized about living in lavish homes, filling the halls with little feet and a beautiful wife. The lonely days of his childhood made up for ten fold, he had gotten his wish. He brought the back of her hand up to his lips, kissing it first but then just resting his lips on her soft skin, a means to calm and bring himself to the present, her smell was so entrancing that way. When she had first introduced herself to him, covered in dark, sticky viscera and blood, he knew he would do anything in the world to be by her side, for as long as he remained useful to her.

She saddles up to him and he can't help the smile that replaces the far off look he had adopted just then, moving his head to kiss at the side of her head, leaning his head on hers. "Of course you shall have all you desire, if you wish for a puppy, then just tell me what kind. You will have to forgive me if I am silently woeful that I will no sooner have a baby to hold, rather a dog to walk and feed." Dom would NEVER force his wife into anything, never the type to expend the resources to suppose his own will, unless it happened to be about their secretive business; he was the head of that enterprise after all, sometimes the job required him to be more assertive than he was with his own family. "Were we really concerned about the kids being involved or hateful of animals? You should remember the forest behind my family home, Naomi would constantly bring animals to the porch. It broke my heart to turn her away, given how much she wanted to have a pet. Tito was much too young, however." Dom kissed her hair again, moving to wrap an arm around her shoulders, holding her close and tight against him as if she might float away from him.

Dark eyes make no motion to hide their affection as she spies the sheepish smile. It's so infuriatingly boyish that she's immediately predisposed to kiss it, so it widens and bubbles over into a laugh. There are many things she enjoys about her consort, adoration notwithstanding. His all consuming devotion for one, accustomed to petty squabbles and bare tolerance from those of her own kind, makes Domino's own approach refreshing. She'd given him a brood on whim, and he'd risen to the challenge beautifully. On her own plane, their progeny would be considered soft and spoiled. But here? They are safe. Cherished, loved, and swathed in safety.

"Flattery will get you to those heights, you so please." Antonia teases, tapping his cheek lightly with a perfectly manicured nail, filed to a deadly point. He's painted them a lovely metallic color this time around, and they catch the dim light. Her full lips curve as he grips her hand and lavishes each deceptively delicate joint with a kiss. "I believe, my love, that's part of the issue; his feet have hardly ever touched the ground." 

It was for the best that her family was tucked away in a pocket that her littermates couldn't easily reach. Even her parents, with their somber, steadfast temperaments, could pose a threat if they found something lacking in the children. Eldritch gods were creatures of whimsy at their core, and that was invariably a toss between blessing and massacre. She moves to tuck against his side, perching her chin atop his left shoulder with a thoughtful pout. "They are safe; I've made sure of that... Should we just get a puppy?" There isn't any sort of ache that could be filled by a newborn. Perhaps it's simply the lack of concrete direction. "The kids are old enough; we wouldn't have to worry about untimely demises." Antonio had been a bit of a feral terror as an infant, but he'd grown out of it well enough. "I'm not keen on the terrible twos, part three." 

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actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

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⊰ OPEN NSFW STARTER ft. STEVE HARRINGTON ⊱

➫ STEVE had purposefully left the door open once he had returned home, even knowing full well that his roommate hadn’t left yet. It’s not like he thought it would have ever transpired between them, in fact, he could have sworn his roommate wasn’t interested in guys. He had this habit of walking around in his boxers, unabashedly showing off his scars, and his body, even while they had guests over. It was just how he was these days, unafraid of how he looked or who was looking AT him. But the thought that someone in the vicinity, the room right next to his, could be attracted to him was out of his mind entirely.

You could say, though, he wasn’t shocked then when it happened that he was caught like this. The ex-king had a long day at work, his legs were sore from packing away boxes all day, he liked the workout it gave him, not so much the feeling after. Laid out on his bed, he hadn’t even bothered to shrug on his pants when he heard a door creak behind him, a clearing of a throat. He didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was, but he did anyway, brunette hair and bright, mischievous eyes gazing almost challengingly at the other. “May I help you, or are you just going to sit there and stare at it?”

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⊰ CONT. ft. PAUL & OTHEYM ⊱ @impercre

➫ PAUL found himself collapsing into the arms of the other, and for a brief, fleeting moment, he felt weak. His side was ablaze with a pain he couldn’t describe, and even when the knife was pulled, he couldn’t stop the cry that left him. It hurt, yes, but the pain was a reminder of his humanity, the fatal nature of this place, that his supposed godliness didn’t save him from mortal weapons. He liked that, in his pain addled delirium, he liked that he could still define his humanity by the standards set in combat. Even if the other one lost, he could count his blessings that the pain in his side was a reminder. His life, even being the Mahdi, was fragile. Was it self sacrificing if he could bleed to feel human again? Paul couldn’t help himself, he leaned on the nearest body, which happened to be Otheym, and he felt safe in his arms, a rarity in the dunes for him.

Before he knew it, his legs were lifted to near his chest, and it took him an embarrassingly long time to release Otheym had picked him up. He had only the barest thought that this was a very intimate way to be carried, not that he minded, they had shared more than a bed before, this wouldn’t be too odd for them. Even Chani knew, and he was sure they would be competitive, it was a nice feeling being cared for by two people. “It’s not that bad, I’m fine.” He kept insisting, wanting the man not to worry about him, or Shia-Hulud forgive him, Chani would get involved. “Please..” He didn’t know what he was pleading for, but his open hand tried to press the cloth to his wound harder, making himself groan, like a wounded animal. “Otheym..”

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Best Poët siblings moments: 3/

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➫ HANNIBAL had this nasty habit; not as nasty as his eating habits, but almost just. He couldn’t be alone, an itch on the inside of his brain that seemed to remind him how empty he was and how quiet the house was with just him. Said emptiness made him a little… raw and temperamental, he noticed a pattern within those days. He could be brutal, but not as brutal as when the feeling struck him. The doctor found a protege, or companion, is exactly what he needed, not that he would take a chance on the next victim he found. But instead, he submitted himself as a ‘therapist for hire’, trolling the various hospitals looking for someone, anyone. And then he found HER.

She had been just as eager to leave as he had hoped. The doctor offered her a place to stay, a room to her own, a whole wing away from his own room. She could do what she liked, roam the house as she wished, he wouldn’t keep her locked up; but that didn’t mean her ‘treatment’ was null and void. He was her therapist and mentor now, even if she didn’t know it, yet. “Good. You’re awake.” Was his greeting for her, revealing himself from the bookshelf he had been sorting through, “I wanted to know how you were settling in. And what you might like for dinner, I can cook just about anything you like. Please do not ask me for anything that comes out of a box or a can, though, my delicate palate does not account for cardboard.”

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from grime to glamour what seemed like in a matter of minutes though her suffering lasted ages .... she tip toed down the stairs of the lavish and artsy home . the young woman found herself tired , confused as always , but finds a positive that she was in a cleaner place now rather than a madhouse . the downside was with some strange man she knew little about . she's heard his name but never had seen the face ... not till today . he immediately had a presence many would find daunting , but ashley found it .... poetic in some way . she was known for the darkness . he had a story to tell and she was willing to listen .. somewhat .

the entire thing still felt entirely off to her ... but she had no other choice . so she makes her way down to the bottom floor and enters the living room as requested by him , standing by the entryway with a expressionless lookover . " you needed me ? "

she stands rather normal with a crossing of her arms towards her softly covered chest from the oversize sweater hannibal had offered in her many array of clothing tucked neatly in her room within the beautifully design dressers ... as if he'd expected to keep her with him for some time already ... but she spoke of nothing , only went along with the what was happening . observant .

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James T. Kirk (the T stands for Trans)

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Jace hadn’t remembered much about the last moments of battle. Apparently they had won, but by a narrow victory, and Viserys, his baby brother, had been taken. Possibly killed. The news was enough to push him onto his feet, even when his maesters scolded him for it. Damn them, he didn’t care. An arrow’s wound was nothing compared to his heart squeezing itself dry, first Luke, now this. It might have been broken if it wasn’t for a single sound, the voice of his bride to be. Baela is as beautiful and stunning as ever when she bursts forth into the tent, despite the many men discouraging her from doing so. It brings a small smile to his face, and his heart relaxes as soon as they lock eyes. They’re kissing before anyone has a chance to stop them, not that he would have, placing his good hand on her waist ever so carefully, his other coming up to wipe her cheeks with her, causing his eyebrow to wince ever so slightly and he prays she doesn’t notice. “I’m fine, Baela. I am, truly, it’s only a scratch.” Of course she did, he would expect nothing less. “Are you alright? Where did you come from, you smell like dragon.” Jacaerys teases her, if only to make the worry melt from her face, which he can’t stop caressing.

@berylcluster asked: (victory tastes good): reunited, our muses have their first kiss after a war/battle. ( jace @ baela )

"Where is he- where is Jacaerys?" Her voice is heard before Jace can even see her. She had heard what happened at the Battle of the Gullet and was on Moondancer rushing to him before anyone could tell him no. She was frantic she heard reports that he was fine and others not so much so she had to see for herself. She finds the tent where they are in asking for him, no demanding actually.

When she finally gets to him he looks back but he's alive and that begins to soothe her racing heart. She runs over to him grabbing his face and kissing him. Was it proper? Perhaps not. Did she care? Gods no. She was just so grateful to see him alive nothing else mattered. She doesn't realize until she pulls back that she had been crying. She wipes away her tears before looking him over. "Are you... they said you were injured is everything alright?"

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➫ CLEON hadn’t considered staying, not really. This town had been one stop in a long, long list of stops and in each town he had changed his name, stayed only for a few days and onto the next. He had decided a long time ago that he wouldn’t make connections or friends, that he had to keep moving or else he would get too attached, never leave, and put them all in danger. The rules didn’t apply when it came to Enzo. They had an immediate bond and Cleon had told him it was only a dance, over when the music stopped, and there would be no return trips. It had been almost two weeks, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around why that might have been. Sure, they were compatible, more than, he had never felt so comfortable with someone. It was a strange and new feeling for him, and it stood to reason that he could have been dragging his feet. Especially on the bike work, using the repairs on it, the ones he wanted to handle himself, as an excuse to stick around. Enzo gets close to him and he can’t turn his head away, staring into those eyes, the pools of blue he could just drown in. He doesn’t have to hold the gaze long before he surges forward, turning them around to the shorter’s back is to the bike, and Cleon can put either hands on it to secure the doctor in place. “I need you to tell me to stay. You don’t understand what you would be asking me to do, but I have never felt this way, not with someone I was supposed to leave, you have taken up every thought. I haven’t been able to leave you, doc, do you really wish to keep something as pathetic as I am?” It’s said with such sincerity it’s almost a plea, eyes searching for answers he knows he’ll have to provide and not the other way around. He fears if he tells him about his past, he’ll have to leave and this will be over.

The corners of his mouth uplift reflexively as he's met with the same measure of honesty. Sometimes, it pays off. "Okay." Enzo isn't arguing, instead? He's wondering if Cleon is aware he's been dragging his feet the entire time. With a fully outfitted garage and generosity to spare, it should've been an easy enough matter to fix the bike in a prompt fashion. Instead? Everything that could go wrong had. Wrong parts, inadequate tools, and a lack of patience. The doctor gives an inquisitive tilt of his head, amusement glittering in his balmy blue gaze. If the ocean could stare back, Enzo's could certainly be a vessel. "Are you convincing me or yourself?" He moves a few paces forward to close the distance between them, stopping just a few inches away from Cleon. "I think you're giving yourself a harder time about it than you should, kid." The last is spoken with affection, freely given, and bemused as he reaches up to catch a spot of oil from the taller man's left cheek with his thumb. "Do what you have to; I'm not one to hold a grudge." Their time, as short as it'd been, had been sweet. Filled with greedy touches and endless nights of pleasure, It stood to reason that biology might betray them. Even cuddling was enough to coax bonding hormones. "I'm not going to keep you unless you ask me to, Cleon... It only really works that way." 

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BRENDAN FRASER AS GEORGE GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE (1997) Dir. Sam Weisman