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I made these blinkies lol

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I'm SO SO SO SO SO in love

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As requested: Ash Williams doing various Fortnite dances/emotes.

(I think of it as a blursed baby sensory video)

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SPIDERPUNK !! 🕸

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save a horse ride a cowboy

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BONES AND ALL (2022) dir. Luca Guadagnino POSSESSION (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski

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Got milk?

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Could you write a steve Harrington x ftm reader fluff? Where the reader comes out after Steve and them have gotten closer. Masc pronouns aswell please :)

I hope you like it 💖 I absolutely loved making this

"Hello" a slight smile is present on Steve's lips and those brown eyes that you like so much look at you with a sweetness that you don't think possible in anyone else.

The truth is that you would look more closely at this kind of details if it weren't for the fact that you are extremely nervous. Your hands are sweating and your mouth feels drier than any desert.

You invited Steve over to watch movies together alone. Not that you didn't like being with Robin, Dustin or Eddie, but sometimes you just wanted to be alone with Steve. Especially after realizing the kind of feelings you harbored for him.

You and Steve had kissed on only one occasion, once when things had gotten pretty honest in the woods.

And in spite of that, neither of you had tried to do anything else, you mainly because of the issue that had you terribly mortified and anxious that afternoon.

You knew how trustworthy Steve was, how attentive, pleasant and cute, but you didn't know how he would react to your news.

For quite some time you had noticed how uncomfortable it made you to be referred to by female pronouns, or how terrible you found it to be to be called by your full name. Socializing as what you weren't was killing you and you knew you had to tell someone. And Steve was that perfect someone.

As you prepared the popcorn, sodas and other snacks, you kept thinking about how it would affect the little thing you had together. Would Steve still like you if you confessed to him what you were? Would he still support you? Would he tell anyone? Even though you knew it was highly unlikely that Steve would treat you badly for it, it was still terrifying to think about telling someone after keeping it to yourself for so long.

"So...Friday the 13th?" Steve asked from the living room, holding up the tape. That snapped you out of your musings and you decided to return at last, with everything you needed on a tray.

Steve took the soda and helped you pour it while you put the snacks on the coffee table.

Your hands were shaking and you were very thankful that Steve didn't notice. One part of your brain urged you to get it over with, while the other insisted that it was better to be cautious and wait.

The movie went on without your mind giving you a break, so you decided it was time to rip the band-aid off the wound, or your mind would never shut up.

"Steve...I have to tell you something" you paused the movie and the brown-haired man's look changed immediately. Steve knew perfectly well that when a person said that, a serious conversation was always coming and he hoped with all his heart that it wasn't anything bad.

Also, the optimistic part of his being hoped it was about deciding to have an established relationship.

His eyes were wide open, attentive to whatever you had to say and in no mood to rush you or stop listening to you.

"I'm a guy" you blurt out, regretting the next minute that you didn't say it more tactfully.

You notice the way Steve's gaze freezes, confused by what just left your lips.

The delay in his response prompts you to explain yourself, as you place a tentative hand on his shoulder.

"I don't...I don't feel right like this, ok? I'm certain I'm a man, no matter what I look like. I know I am" the conviction in your voice lets Steve know that this is a similar situation to Robin's, only, given the town you live in, it's quite difficult to fully understand it.

Steve's mind spins, trying to comprehend what you just told him. It's strange to him cause he's never heard of such a case before, but of course, it's you and he can't imagine cutting you out of his life just because of his confusion. He loves you so much that he notices the way your eyes are searching for a way out.

You're thinking of all the negative possibilities of his reaction until he wraps you in his arms.

You cling to him trying not to cry with happiness.

"So...what's your name now, do you want to go get your hair cut? We can also go shopping, or I can give you some of my clothes" you know it won't be so easy for him to assimilate, but the way he takes the news, helping you almost instinctively, lets you know you made the right decision.

You kiss his cheek softly. He will always be there for you.

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Happy Birthday Chris Messina.

     (August 11th, 1974)

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Boyd Holbrook and Gwendoline Christie in The Sandman

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¡me encantó lo que escribiste de Wade! Realmente tu blog me da mucho comfort 💖 ¿Podrías escribir algo con Vincent Sinclair con un lector transmasc al que le gusta hacer bodypainting? Quizás algo un poco nsfw 👀

Cuidate 😊

" Un poco de pinta lo arreglara ".

Warnings || Obscenidad. Mención de inseguridades. Mención de malestar emocional. Lector es un chico trans. Body painting er, pintura corporal. Calentamiento de Polla;). Menores DNI.

Pairing || Vincent Sinclair x Reader.

Words || 527 — Headcanons.

Vincent se sentirá inseguro de su rostro, pero jamás de su cuerpo. No es presumido, simplemente reconoce lo que tiene.

Así que si decides usarlo como un lienzo personal, no dudará en aceptar y dejarte hacerle lo que gustes.

Si mencionas el pintar su cara, será algo reacio y al inicio realizará distintas máscaras de cera en las que podrás pintar.

Conforme avance su relación te dará más libertad sobre ese foco de inseguridad en su cuerpo y te dejará hacer tu magia.

No te lo dirá, pero cuando pintas su rostro bajo la máscara son de las pocas veces que se siente realmente bien consigo mismo.

Completamente hipnotizado al verte trabajar sobre ti. Podría pasar horas observando cómo trabajas, su espectáculo personal.

Él cree que eres hermoso, pero cuando te pintas paisajes, flores, animales y más sobre tu cuerpo, cree que eres un ser etéreo.

Los días que te sientas triste, no dudará en llevar él mismo tu material de arte y pintar sobre las cicatrices en tu pecho. Lo hace con tanta adoración, que no puedes recordar él porque estabas molesto.

Te invita a ayudarlo a seguir pintando sobre ti o sobre él hasta que te sientas completamente mejor.

Solo quiere ver a su chico feliz.

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Casi sufre un aneurisma el día que decidiste probar la ropa de pintura. Bo fue lo suficientemente distraído para no notarlo, pero él.

Un esfuerzo total para ocultar la carpa que empezaba a elevarse en sus pantalones y para no recargarte sobre la primer superficie plana que viera.

Aun así, no dudes qué hará un desastre de ti durante la noche. No te permitirá despintar tu cuerpo, sólo te llevará a la cama en su taller y te follara hasta el olvido.

No dudes que sus sesiones de pintura corporal mutua no terminan igual.

El material goteando por todos ustedes y el suelo, mientras montas su polla como si te pagaran por eso.

El ver tus expresiones de placer y como la pintura chorrea y embarra desde tu pecho hasta tu muslo, lo tiene mal.

Bo ni siquiera pregunta cuando los ve salir del sótano y tratando de disimular el desastre que son.

El piano sonaba de fondo desde la radio en el taller, las velas iluminaban el lugar y el parpadeo de su luz te hacía sentir en otro lugar. Todo el ambiente era tan cálido y de confort, todo era suavidad. Menos lo que se encontraban haciendo.

No sabías como habías terminado así, solo que ahora aquí estabas, con el miembro de Vincent enterrado completamente en tu interior cálido y sentado desnudo en su regazo. Lo que sí sabías es que según su mirada, lo estaba disfrutando.

El ver como te esforzabas por pintar con cuidado y perfección sobre sus cuerpos, tanto como te lo permitía cada empujón que realizaba contra ti cuando te veía muy cómodo. La pintura de hoy era la unión entre sus cuerpos, tú un arbusto de lavanda y Vincent un arbusto de girasoles, uniéndose y enredandose exactamente donde sus cuerpos se transformaban en uno.

No sabías como podrías terminarlo en esta posición, pero no deseabas estar en ningún otro lugar.

Oh, me has hecho sonreír con tus palabras<3, me hace feliz que mi blog pueda ser un especie de confort para alguien y espero seguir haciéndolo. Ame mucho tu solicitud, Dios, como saco ahora todos estos escenarios de mi mente. Espero esto fuera de tu agrado<3. Gracias.

< Las solicitudes se encuentran abiertas, no duden en pasarse a pedir algo y leer mis reglas y personajes para quienes escribo. >

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¡Hola! Espero te encuentres mejor y estes teniendo una buena semana c: me preguntaba si podrías hacer algo, lo que gustes, de Robin Arellano y un hermano mayor trans. Robin es el único que sabe de esto. Su hermano lo consiente mucho y le ayuda a entrenar.

Warnings || FTM Reader. Mención de actos intolerantes o peleas, pero no sé describen. Realmente quise que todo fuera suavidad y comodidad, todos sabemos que Robin lo merece. Espero lo disfrutes<3.

Pairing || Robin Arellano x Big Brother ! Reader [PLATÓNICO]. Mención Finney Blake & Reader y Gwen Blake & Reader.

WA || 481.

Agrega un Robin fingiendo sorpresa el día que le digas o se entere de cómo no te sientes conforme con el género que te asignaron.

Todos dicen que las mamás saben todo, pero cuando eres tan apegado a tu hermano como lo son tú y Robin, no es una sorpresa que él lo supiera hasta antes que tú.

Apoyo total, no dudes que te apoyará sea cual sea tu decisión. ¿Quieres decirle a papá? Listo para saltar en tu defensa si algo sale mal. ¿No quieres decirle a nadie? Sus labios están sellados.

Aunque tal vez te pida permiso de decirle a Finney. Es su mejor amigo y quiere presumir a su genial hermano de vez en cuando o solo mencionar con tranquilidad que tiene un hermano.

Te ayudará a hacer o comprar tu propia carpeta. ¿No les alcanza? Algo inseguro, pero te ayudará a vendar tus pechos, te estará preguntando cada tanto tiempo como te sientes.

¿Entrenar juntos? Demonios, si. Aunque al principio era una simple actividad de unión y ayudarte a cambiar tu figura de forma disimulada, estas abordó para enseñarse a pelear.

¿Todo lo que él sabe para tener a alguien en el suelo en cuestión de segundos? Ha sido mi hermano, te digo Finney, es tan genial. ¿Una mejora en tus puñetazos? Mi hermano Robin me enseñó cómo evitar que los dientes corten al golpear el rostro de alguien.

Actuará todo rudo frente a los demás, pero le encanta cómo a pesar de ser un chico, no te adaptas a los tontos estándares y no dudas en demostrarle cariño y mimarlo.

Irán de compras juntos, él no dudará en tomar algunas camisas de talla grande, las cuales pasan sin querer a tu closet. ¿Cómo ha llegado ahí? Que cosa tan curiosa.

¿Alguien se ha enterado y usa mal tus pronombres o te insulta? Está encendido, es hora de que todos conozcan a los hermanos Arellano.

Cuentan siempre el uno con el otro, él guarda tus secretos y tú guardas los suyos, son solamente su lugar seguro y no dudan en demostrarlo, en un mundo tan jodido, no sé negaran a gestos cariñosos y de cuidado.

Lo regañarás cuando se meta a peleas, pero todo en un tono lleno de preocupación y mientras cuidas de sus heridas, que él no puede sentirse regañado.

Promete ya no meterse en tantas peleas, pero él simplemente no puede evitarlo si se meten contigo o Finney, así que simplemente les darás sonrisas cansadas y lo cuidaras.

Finney y su hermana están fascinados por su dinámica, si ellos mismos son cercanos, pero no creían que otros lo fueran y el verlos a ustedes convivir, es tan reconfortante.

Oh, oh, oh, no dudes que de alguna forma Finney y Gwen terminen uniéndose a tu pequeño grupo de hermanos menores que cuidar. Eres solo un chico cansado, pero no dudarás en saltar por estos mocosos.

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Bruce Campbell as Coach Boomer SKY HIGH (2005) dir. Mike Mitchell

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Hi hi! :D I hope that you're feeling better 😌 and taking care <3 So happy you requests are open again! <3 And I saw you're writing for Dewey Finn?? 😭 So could I please get some headcanons x male reader for a reader who also plays guitar and Dewey and him bond over music and gradually fall in love? 😭 ty so much

Oh that's so sweet, thank you so much! I'm better, actually 💖 I'm excited to write abt him for the first time so I hope you like this

- You were a substitute teacher and it was your interest in your students' extracurricular activities that led you to Dewey's class.

- At first you just watched them play. The energy the man seemed to inject into the kids, turning them into little stars ready for a concert.

- Of course that energy ended up rubbing off on you, and one day you couldn't help but pick up a guitar and follow Dewey's lead.

- Dewey used to watch you with curiosity, as it was clear that you were very interested when they played, however, the surprise he had by you joining them also prompted him to talk more with you.

- You both knew your own thing and Dewey loved that, because he felt completely in tune with you, without having to explain what he was feeling because you were familiar with it.

- Sometimes you would stay longer, even after the kids left and play duets of your favorite songs.

- It had been a long time since Dewey had felt so comfortable with someone, so at ease. You felt the same way but you didn't want to rush anything.

- Your little dates were becoming more and more frequent and the way Dewey looked at you was too obvious even to the boys

- "I think he's in love with you," Summer said at the end of one of the sessions. She had that know-it-all smile so common to her, but being Summer, you knew she wasn't lying.

- You weren't going to mention how it was none of her business, given that she was your student, since she had hit the nail on the head. In the face of such conviviality you hadn't been able to help but fall for those pretty brown eyes either, nor that soft smile that gave you the chills

- "So...Kashmir?" He asked, snapping you out of your trance. You nodded quickly.

-You didn't know it, but you were making him more and more nervous. You were a handsome man, with a unique playing ability and a personality that enchanted Dewey, he had really fallen in love with you.

- When you finished the song, Dewey leaned towards you, asking for permission with those eyes that expressed so much and that you adored, you nodded softly and kissed each other.

- You felt the pressure of his lips, his hair caressing your cheek and the warmth of his body as he gently embraced you.

- You were struck by the gentle way he held you in his arms, the contrast in his chaotic energy with this gentleness took your breath away.

- You both felt on top, and guitar duets were now practically statutory, a way of exchanging love.

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Hi! I hope you're doing good 🤙

I wanted to ask for headcanons of Arthur Harrow with a trans boyfriend who trains to be really strong and always shows off

Remember to eat well and drink water 💖

Arthur Harrow x Trans!Male!Reader | Headcanons

Hi there! Thanks, I hope you are good, too! <3 Oh, yes, thank you for the request and your kindness, I hope you like these and that you're eating well and drinking water as well. <3 <3 <3

notes; Trans!Male!Reader; Working Out; Showing Off; Light Body Worship (SFW); Mention of Gender Dysphoria.

Since Arthur works out regularly as well - although not nearly as much as you - you two often do it together, which allows you to show off even more. And he loves every second of it.

He can barely focus on his own work out, as his eyes always lock on you and roam over your body, taking it all in while his mind is drifting away into fantasies about you. It's lucky for you both that you have turned the empty room in your apartment into one for working out.

Thus, he feels free to stop mid-training to come up to you during your break. He asks - or rather orders - you to take your shirt off, which you do with a knowing smirk. He can't deny the way his breath stutters every time he sees your body.

Arthur puts his hands on your shoulders and slowly moves them down to your solid chest and stomach, admiring them. And then he goes from your stomach back up to your chest and down your strong, muscular arms. It's almost like a massage, and when he first did this he actually lied to make you think he's simply interested in relaxing your muscles.

By now he's shameless about his appreciation, considering that you very much enjoy it and want him to openly like what he sees. After all, what's the point in you showing off your body for him if he doesn't appreciate it properly?

Most of the time, it's completely quiet when he's admiring your work, but sometimes he also uses those moments to softly tell you how proud he is of you; how far you've come in case you have a day where it's hard to see it; how breathtaking you are; how you're already so strong, both in terms of your body and mind.

Such tender moments especially help you on days where you work out almost aggressively because you're feeling dysphoric and want to get rid of that with your training. And Arthur knows that. It's why he takes his time to really let you internalise what he's saying.

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Can I have some head canons for the Sawyer twins, Eddie Munson and Johnathan Byers with a trans masc s/o dealing with really bad facial dysphoria? I know it’s specific but I’ve been struggling with it for the past few days and I want some comfort

It's okay anon! I hope this can help you, at least a little

You look at your reflection and feel the anguish begin to take over your being. You don't feel like yourself, and you wish the image in the mirror wasn't the one you see.

The chaos of the Sawyer house seems to disappear for a moment, while your eyes watch the mirror image deform even more. You don't hear the knocking on the door and don't come out of the torturous trance you find yourself in until you feel Nubbins' slender hand on your shoulder.

"Y/n!" he shakes you. His manners, always rough, is the one that brings you back to reality, the one that tells you that you must wake up from the nightmare induced by your mind.

"Doesn't my face look...is it wrong?" You ask, casting furtive glances at yourself.

Nubbins blinks slowly, as he doesn't seem to understand what you mean.

"It's...not the right face for a boy" you whisper, and you can't help but feel a pang of envy at your boyfriend's features.

Nubbins isn't the best at listening and comforting, but he understands your grief and doesn't want to make you feel ignored.

"But you are a boy" he replies, now looking at you in the mirror.

"But..." You start to object. Nubbins shakes you with some force and points to the mirror again.

"All I see is a boy" he emphasizes nodding his head in a way that brings a smile out of you.

"My bone structure-"

Nubbins shakes you harder in a playful manner. You know what he means, for after his brother Bubba, he knows the most in that department.

It may not change you overnight, but you begin to try to see your face from Nubbins' perspective.

Sometimes it seems like Chop Top doesn't listen. He's too chaotic to pay attention to you at times.

So you think you're safe when, alone in his room and listening to the commotion outside the Sawyer home, you look in the broken mirror he has.

Your face doesn't look the way it should, is your first thought. An insistent, shrill voice emphasizes it to you over and over again until you feel annoying tears stinging your eyes.

It's this horrible trance you're in that prevents you from hearing Chop Top enter the room, exclaiming as usual.

He gradually and almost comically quiets down when he realizes you're about to cry.

"What's wrong? You're hurt?" He doesn't approach you right away, but instead checks you with his eyes, verifying that you're not hurt anywhere. You just shake your head.

"My face..." You start to say but can't finish the sentence. ChopTop approaches you abruptly, trying to find what's wrong with your face.

"It's not like...like yours or the others" you whisper, your mind so populated by negative emotions that you don't know how to explain it.

"Shit, thank goodness. If it was like mine or the others', I wouldn't like it" he genuinely doesn't understand what you mean and it's perhaps what encourages you, at least a little.

"Doesn't it seem... incorrect? For a man..." So it is that Chop Top understands.

"I've killed a lot of people in my life, boy have I had a lot more fun and food and they all had different faces. I didn't know there was a rule about men's faces" you still feel unsure but he's right.

There is no rule worthy of your tears.

Eddie is hugging you and you can feel the way his hair tickles your cheek. It's a pleasant sensation that you know as the very act of breathing.

He's lying lightly on top of you, and the situation would be pleasant if it weren't for the intrusive thoughts that have been hurting you since you started the day.

Maybe it's the way your body tenses that Eddie knows something isn't right.

He pulls his face away from your neck and lifts himself up on one arm, watching your expression lost in the ceiling of your room.

"Tell me what's wrong" is more of a demand than a polite request or a question, he doesn't need to ask why, he knows you're not okay.

"My face shouldn't look like this" you reply, and even though you can't see it, you know it has all those flaws that make it look a way you don't want it to.

"I love your face" Eddie replies, genuine. And yes, you know he does but you fear he's being too smooth.

"I don't" and your mind goes back to stalling on the reasons why your face is out of place with the person you aspire to be.

"Ouch" is an attempt at a joke. It makes you smile a little.

"Not yours, you know. My face isn't what a man should look like" you reply, feeling a lump in your throat every time you finish a word.

"Are you a man?" Eddie asks. His hair hasn't stopped brushing your cheek and his eyes are riveted on you, smiling softly and seeking your gaze to pull you away from everything that hurts you.

"Yes," you reply after a while. You know you are but the box everyone wants to force you into says you're not.

"Then you have the face of a man" is not an absolute, but it makes sense and, most of all, it makes you feel good because it says it in a sincere way. You well know that Eddie always chooses to send others to hell in order to please only himself and you can't help but think that might help. Not right away, but you can start slowly.

The kiss he gives you on the cheek just reaffirms that you have his full support in that process.

Jonathan reviews the photos you've taken. You're both in his bedroom, music blares through the place and although you feel his comforting presence everywhere, you can't help but think about how bad you look in each of those photos.

Jonathan stops examining them and notices by the way you squeeze the paper in your hand that something is off, so he walks over, places a hand on your shoulder and you do your best not to burst into tears.

"What's wrong? Can I help?" Is the first thing he asks, stroking your arm for comfort.

You hand the photo back to him, now a little crushed and you know what's coming next, as it's been bothering you too much it's clear you can't resist anymore.

"My face shouldn't look like that," you exclaim. It's so hard to heed the positive words Jonathan gives you, your brain seems stubborn to heed only the negative ones.

Jonathan knows what you mean, why you're saying it. But he disagrees and it shows in the way he hurries up to stand in front of you and take your hands gently.

"I know it's hard for you to believe me and get used to, but all I ever see is a boy" you nod softly. Those nagging thoughts seem to subside for a moment, but Jonathan isn't finished.

"You're the most wonderful boy I've ever met. And that's not changed by what idiotic people who think they're entitled to everything say. You're a man, whom I love" Jonathan knows what he's saying and in what way to say it. And of course you believe him, but not right away.

It only comforts you to know that you are not alone and the one who now kisses you gently will always be ready to help you.