Me: What would happen if I slowed *that moment* down...
Me: 👀👀👀 And um...what if I, um, looped it?
🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 I...am having THOTS...and thinking about...SITUATIONS...and I... 😵💫
Pedro Pascal as Joel Miller in The Last of Us, HBO (Episode 9)
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I haven't seen a Captain Planet meme for TCF yet, but to be honest, the Deadly Sins fit too well into this as well, so... combo?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(Also; I know that Cale has 7 Ancient Powers, and I know I did not include the Dominating Aura or "lust". ...But even connecting DA with "bloodlust" is a big stretch, it doesn't with with the other APs regardless, and finally:
I dare you to find any Choi Jung Gun/Nelan Barrow fanart in this fandom.
I freaking DARE YOU.)
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I can’t resist drawing EVERY character with fluffy hair and the only way I think I can do it for this puppet is putting his hair down.
If you like it, please reblog it! <3
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"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" - I think we all know who the pup is 😉
prompts / safe to assume this is a clegan request and Gale’s talking to John so:
John’s head has been so crowded today, so full of noise. He usually puts up a bit of a fight when Gale drags him off to a corner somewhere, just for a bit of fun, just to be a brat, but tonight he goes easy when Gale steers him by the shoulder to the equipment hut. John waits silently as Gale locks the door, and between that and the ease at which Gale got him here, he knows John needs this.
Gale presses up into John’s space, crowding him against the shelves. There’s nowhere for John to go but down, and his mind quiets a little at the realisation. Gale’s doing a good job of bracketing him in, and John feels himself sinking to the ground. He looks up and Gale is gazing at him adoringly, in a way that makes John’s heart stutter. He feels warm all over, heart thumping, cheeks beginning to burn. Gale’s gaze is too much, so John hides his face in Gale’s thigh, rubbing along the stiff army cotton. He closes his eyes, tries to focus only on the texture and heat below his cheek. He feels the hat on his head being removed, a hand in his hair. His mind is quiet, finally. The hand pulls a little, and it sends little zings of pain scurrying across his scalp. John hears a whine, thinks it might come from his own throat, and he lets the hand in his hair guide him, turns his face back up to look at Gale.
“Such a good pup, aren’t you?” Gale says, and John knows it’s not really a question, he doesn’t really need to answer. His tongue is heavy in his mouth anyway, he couldn’t have answered even if he was supposed to. “Just needed to be on your knees for a bit, hmm?” Gale’s prodding him, he can tell, but his eyes are slipping shut and he moves back to nuzzle Gale’s leg. Warm, quiet, safe. At least for a little while.
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