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𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈 ✂️

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first day at a new job today kms

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shiv & roman 09/23/10

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thinking of connor and shiv's relationship makes me want to pull my hair out. he calls her 'baby' and 'honey'. 'oh, hi, baby'. of course he calls her baby, he was in his middle twenties when she was born, she's forever going to be his baby. of course he hugs her to comfort her, he has done that a million times whenever she got scolded bc kendall accused her of spilling chocolate milk in the range rover or whenever roman made fun of her.

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Well, it was nice knowing you.

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the rules were that they weren’t supposed to meet on the outside. they stagger their exits. and yet this happened on day one. lol. nothing can intervene with true soulmatism.

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learning to warm cold hands || ethan hunt

summary: after a particular mission, sunshine isn’t sunshine anymore, and it worries him. (aka a cliche angst to fluff fic with the following tropes: slightly sunshine and super sunshine, who did this to you, etc)

words: ~1.4k

warnings: angst, brief descriptions of violence, ethan being overly concerned for reader, but not much else asides from that 

a/n: first ethan fic (requested by a lovely anon, thank you!!) and second mission impossible fic! btw, this fic is kind of an AU? i don’t have a specific timeline for when it happens, so you can squeeze it in wherever :)

“Y/N, status update?”

“Northwest exit, 430 meters. I have one on my tail. But you know I’m Usain Bolt 2.0! I can definitely outrun this doofus, I mean, I bet my mile time is way better than his. I could’ve gone to the Olympics, for God’s sake. The Olympics! Where are you?”

“Stay there, I’ll come find you.���

“Ethan, wait, you can’t just tell me to—“ You don’t even get to finish before a an explosive sound echoes across the narrow alleyway. You make a sharp left turn but find that you’d just hit a dead end. The door was locked. Shit. You only had one bullet left and there was a guy who was definitely at least twice your weight—and over a foot taller, too—coming after you. You wouldn’t even have enough time to reload.

“Y/N. Y/N—“

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every piece of media needs more cheating, divorce, and a sprinkle of internalized homophobia #true

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I WASNLITERALLY GONNA ASK FOR ANGST TO FLUFF/COMFORT TO FREAK SMUT

plz bae let us know what you got cookinggg

roman’s such a clingy freak imagine wanting time to yourself after a bad day or wanting comfort/reassurance and he’s just clingy with inappropriate jokes. his inability to take things serious would give him a big SILENT TREATMENT from me! like lock in roman plz

sweetheart i did NOT see this at all until i logged in on my decrepit laptop im SO sorry i missed this

but also….i do believe he has more of a serious side than his siblings, to some degree (see: him asking if there’s a time he and his siblings will one day “talk about the big shit”, him refusing to sign shiv’s document against kendall because “he taught me how to aim when i pee”, and him helping kerry and being extremely uncomfortable when marcia kicked her out and people ridiculed her). so in some cases, very rare ones, i think he can awkwardly maneuver the ‘comforting’ thing, but only if it’s really an issue. if not, he’s probably gonna awkwardly work around it and act like nothing’s happening.

but maybe you get humiliated at work, or something is just piling up to the point of making you just — freak out or break down? he’s a little distant at first, trying not to piss you off or get in the line of fire, but eventually, when the issues come to surface, he’s there. awkwardly patting your back and offering to do something for you. hearing maybe that matcha helps with all the ‘mental issue stuff’ and offering to make you some ‘grass water’, with a touch of vanilla. occasionally digging up shit his therapist has told him, trying to take the serious situation as seriously as he can.

some of the cast members have mentioned that roman is probably the only one with a heart left, and i do kinda believe that. kendall would probably manipulate you into feeling better, and not see anything wrong with it, because that’s kinda what he does for himself and it ‘works’ (it does not work). connor is gonna pull a big brother/paternal move and shush you all cooing and soft, because your issues aren’t real to him, because you aren’t a real adult — you’re a kid having a tantrum. just like his siblings, just like willa was about her play, just like everyone is. and all love for my little lady siobhan, but we don’t even need to know how she’d react, seeing how often tom was absolutely crashing out and how she reacted. maybe if she could form a closer relationship with you, it’d be more sympathetic, like how she was to tom after the funeral in season 4: letting you have your space, letting you be upset, understanding that you need to rest instead of being swarmed by prying eyes.

but roman? roman can give you space, sure, but he’s more of an awkward space-giver, like you really have to lash out at him for him to go running to his room with his tail between his legs. he’s more of a ‘awkward pat on the back turning into a full hug because you started leaning on him and he couldn’t help himself’ comforter, and then he never talks about it again unless you bring it up. and if you do, it’s still all ‘oh — no, fuck, that’s okay, whatever’ and ‘it wasn’t a big deal, why are you making a big fuckin’ deal? mountain out of a molehill, jeez.’

but it is rough at first. i think all the roys would make fjn of you for having any real emotions until they realized it isn’t in that awkward, hurtful grey area where they can poke fun, it’s more like when kendall broke down and said he wouldn’t know what to do if logan didn’t need him and shiv awkwardly hugged him. and then, cue the above situations.

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you must sever yourself from your fear

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Kieran Culkin as Roman Roy (02.07)

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being roman’s mommy when? he’s literally my baby mutt he gives me baby fever I just wanna take care of him and also make him squeak for me

i have 3-4(?) rambles in the 'mutt rambles' tag with mommy stuff but i'll add some food for thought:

☘︎ i still hold true to what i said, he totally uses it as a comfort. calling you 'mama' after hard days when he feels so fucked up and just needs someone to love him, take care of him, coddle him. that's you, by the way. you fill a weird void that's left over from his dad ripping into him and kendall being fucking...kendall. fuck them. fuck everything that isn't you and him and all your soft shit in your room. that quote where shiv says he can't run away and hide under the covers with mommy? well, that's sort of exactly what he does with you. except it goes from 'under the covers' in your room in his penthouse, which eventually becomes his room as well, to traveling to entire different countries to practice eloping. pre-elopement.

☘︎ he takes advantage of how much he triggers your maternal instincts, sometimes through simply laying all over you and forcing you to snuggle when you should be working or doing some shit that isn't drooling all over his mouth, or sometimes he'll just massage your back, not-so-subtly trailing down to your tits, or massage your feet leading up your thighs — you get the picture.

☘︎ he loves sucking on your tits, like it's breastfeeding. the way you cradle the back of his head as he suckles, how soothing it is. he just loves to be on your chest at all times, or on your lap, just smothering you like an oversized dog.

☘︎ we all know roman's notorious puppy dog eyes, those eyes where it looks like he doesn't know a single thing, not a thought in his head, but imagine him doing those dumb puppy eyes up at you when you're all like 'no, i have to do work, i can't blow you right now'. good luck, because i literally couldn't bring myself to say 'no'.

☘︎ coercion is his love language, which also means that when you're in the middle of something and he's draped over your side, he'll often redirect your hand to his dick. cue his stupid eyes yet again, like he's doing nothing wrong. because mama wants to take care of him, want to take care of her prince, and how nice of her to offer a handjob, maybe it'll escalate to a blowjob.

☘︎ in a more sweet sense, he also whines 'mama' so sweetly when he cries sometimes, those high-pitched whimpers and sobs into your neck and chest, slowly falling asleep on you if you allow it. waking up with mussed hair and red, puffy eyes, looking at you like you're a fucking art piece at a museum. like he needs to analyze you, the strategic placements of your freckles or little marks, the smallest pieces of you that people don't have the privilege to see as closely as he can.

☘︎ and when you're just obsessive, squishing his chubby, scruffy cheeks in your hands, seeing how hazy his eyes get from all the love, a little glazed over despite how huffy and pissy his tone is, how rude his words are. but fuck that, fuck it, he loves it and you know it, and it's way too obvious from how much he clings to you afterwards, like he never expected you to stop, doesn't want you to stop being a total bitch and babying him.

☘︎ lastly, imagine when he's half-asleep, not fully there really, mumbling 'mama' under his breath when he feels you come in late after waiting up and kiss his lips so, so softly, or when you're sleeping together, entangled with a soft blanket over the two of you, and he sniffs your hair deeply and you just hear him mumble the term before nuzzling back into your neck and dozing right back into dreamland.

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HE FROM ON HIGH RAVING EVERYMAN

STRANGER-IN-BATHROOM STAIRMASTER

disco elysium-inspired portraits, thoughts below

kendall — the boy prince with a crown of thorns, imprisoned at the top. he overlooks the city, painfully distant from it all. a reflection in broken glass haunts him; his father, the waiter, himself. shattered and bloodied and dripping onto him still. so high and so blue, a puzzle barely together. his gaze tells you he knows how pathetic he is.

connor — the relatable uber-rich. the eldest son, forgotten, overtaken by the background. his political ambitions are yet another hobby to fill a void; his ranch, his wine, his presidency. he is pastel, faded, swathed in republican red that even then is all vanity. sees himself in screens. he is blowing away in the wind.

roman — doing the dirty work in the dirty room. he's ready to sling over offers and quick wit but there is a childishness about him, like he's scrawled in crayon. something's off, something's wrong with him and you can't figure out what exactly. he lives within it, then: slimy and blood-hot and close. his eyes dart around. the trained dog that might just bite when he's nervous.

shiv — all that effort to go nowhere. a girl with a pearl earring: wealthy, intriguing, unknowable. can't be bothered to face you fully, but baring her back in the process. bathed in the lines of light that her father gives her in inches. she is doomed to be pushed, and to be helped back up, which might be worse than the falling. exuding something sharp, startling, hot pink: forever pinky.

and if you got here... THANKS 4 reading & looking

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Don't you just love when a character is barely a person? When they're just a big lie dressed in some silly clothes? Like, who are you? What do you mean you have no idea? And yes I absolutely would love to find out.

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Kieran Culkin as Roman Roy in SUCCESSION | 3.08 “Chiantishire”

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the biggest mistake people make is assuming that weird sex with women is about mommy issues and weird sex with men is about daddy issues. wrong. a woman can be your father too. #feminism