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Lewis Pullman really goes from "soft boy, must protect at all costs" to "your daughter calls me Daddy too", huh?
#and sometimes he does it at the same time#he's babygirl AND daddy#the range#🤌🏻#He's just checking all the boxes#makes me wanna use that new emoji#🫦#i dont know why but im going feral for him this week#lewis pullman#Top gun#bob top gun#my posts#wes rants
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There was no way I wasn’t immediately gonna jump at the chance to draw this dude, I love him 💜🌾
Guys, please go check out @iamespecter ‘s Little Digital Nightmares concepts, they are SO COOOOL!!
#my stuff#I kinda winged it with the Pomni design since I couldn’t find any art concepts for her ;v;#cw disturbing imagery#cw body horror#monster lovers stay winning#digital nightmares au#The Farmer#The Farmer: Jax#digital nightmares!jax#digital nightmares pomni#tadc#the amazing digital circus#tadc jax#jax#LN#little nightmares#little nightmares fanart#crossover#crossover fanart#*smooches him*#ALL of these concepts are fire 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻#my favourite horror game and my current hyperfixation -//v//-#I think I genuinely cooked with this one :]c#when the background is lazy but it doesn’t look lazy 🤌🏻✨
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#get urself a man who's a walking meme.
#we are the series#we are ep15#qtoey#satang kittiphop#winnysatang#gmmtv#thai bl#bl drama#toey#literally obsessed with his facial expressions lmao#hes an AC-TOR alright 🤌🏻#i lost all my braincells during this episode#like what in the dead air was that#ffs#but anyway toey and peem have remained my favorite characters over the last 15 weeks and not to be dramatic but I would d1e for them#theyre my little squishies 🥺#but also yeah its time this mess ends lmao#16 eps is a lil too much#even if its gay af#byyyeee
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attending a gala with young!politician!snow is both more and less terrifying than you’d imagined
he’d picked you up at 7pm on the dot, waiting outside of his car for you. coriolanus was dressed in all black, a departure from his usual red color palette. the moment you’d stepped outside to meet him in the dress and shoes (as well as necklace) he bought you, he’d smiled charmingly at you and offered his hand.
“you look absolutely enchanting, miss y/n,” he breathed, tone full of sincerity. you could feel your cheeks blaze at his compliment, giving a timid grin.
“thank you, coryo.”
coriolanus brightened even more, opening the back door of the car with his free hand and keeping you steady with the other as you slid in. he followed just after you, settling in beside you on the seat. now here you were, on the way to a big fancy party full of people who made more money in an hour than you did in a whole year.
“are you nervous?” he asks, glancing at you.
“absolutely terrified,” you admit with a soft laugh. “i’ve never been to anything like this. i don’t want to do or say the wrong thing.”
“you’ll be fine, i promise. just follow my lead, and it’ll be over before you know it.”
you nod, but still can’t force down all of your nerves. aside from this whole event being unfamiliar to you, you’re still jittery and unsure with coriolanus. he’s been so hard to read lately. you’re not sure if he’s just toying with you, but it feels too bold to think that perhaps he has a real interest in you either. too indulgent of your daydreams, your fantasies. you can’t seem to stop the fluttery drumming of your fingers against your thigh, until coriolanus is taking your hand and sliding his fingers between yours to stop their incessant tapping. your gaze snaps up to look at him, surprised by the touch.
“everything’s going to be okay. trust me,” he says gently, giving your hand a soft squeeze. for someone who’s last name is snow, his hands are so warm. his thumb brushes over your knuckles soothingly, looking down at you with a calm expression, and you nod. you do trust him. he adds, “i’ll be right beside you all evening.”
his promise makes you feel better, some of the tension leaving your body at both his words and his soothing touch. you glance down at your interlocked hands, his so much bigger than your own. his fingers are so long, pale and beautiful as if they were carved from marble. the veins along the top stand out, raised little rivers of blue that crawl up into his sleeve. his silver watch band rests against the delicate skin of both of your inner wrists.
once you arrive, it feels like a whirlwind of colors and lights and sounds. you find yourself dissociating from most of it, from the moment coriolanus leads you inside with a hand at the small of your back. you try to focus on the way his cologne catches your nose when he turns or moves, the familiar scent helping to ground you. the event passes in a flurry of coriolanus’s voice chatting pleasantly with Very Important Men, fond introductions of you at his side by your name and never your job title, being handed flutes of posca that you only sip on here and there. your date, however, seems to have no trouble at all socializing and sharing drinks with these people.
he’s a natural people-person. coriolanus charms and wins over just about every person he speaks to. the men respect him and listen to what he has to say, while the women giggle and let their eyes wander his face and body. you don’t like that the latter bothers you enough to sling back an entire flute of posca at one point while some district 8 office holder’s wife practically undresses coriolanus with her eyes. if he notices the female attention at all, he doesn’t show it. coriolanus simply keeps one hand planted firmly along your spine, occasionally stroking the exposed skin there softly.
finally, finally, the night comes to an end. coriolanus is loose from the bubbly drinks he’s had, making him a bit more smiley than you’re really used to. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink that spreads over the bridge of his nose and makes him glow.
“did you have fun, darling?” he asks as he gets into the car with you. while he waits for an answer, he fumbles until he finds the button that raises the privacy screen between you two and the driver.
“fun is…certainly a word,” you offer, unable to stop your grin. coriolanus seems younger like this, spine less rigid and jaw less tense. he looks his age right now, you realize.
“hm. yes, well, i don’t have much real fun these days,” he laments, undoing his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket. “especially not with a beautiful lady on my arm.”
he glances sideways at you as he says it, sly smirk making his smile line in his cheek stand out. you resist the urge to reach out and touch it, instead looking down at your hands in your lap. you never know what exactly to say when coriolanus says things like that. you’re not sure if he’s being sincere, or if it’s just meaningless flirting to him.
he says your name softly when you avert your eyes, gingerly lifting your chin. “look at me, darling,” he whispers. he’s turned his body to face you fully now. his eyes search your face for a long moment before they trail down, landing on the snowflake pendant resting between your collarbones. his finger trails a path down your throat before tracing around the charm.
“it suits you,” he murmurs. the air in the car is suddenly so very warm, electric with the energy between the two of you. he’s so close to you, you wonder if he can hear your heart racing right now. if he knows its because of him.
“coryo,” you exhale, breath trembling slightly. you feel his touch again against your cheek, cradling it softly in his palm. his eyes seem to almost glow in the low light, the streetlights you pass making them appear almost translucent when they reflect off his irises. you both lean in simultaneously, eyes fluttering closed.
the first brush of coriolanus’s lips is soft, curious even. as if he’s giving you the chance to push him away. instead, you sigh and melt into him. his free hand comes to rest on your waist, squeezing softly as he kisses you more firmly when you don’t pull away. his mouth is plush and slick against your own, tasting like the sugary posca he’d drank.
you lose yourself to his kisses, slow and languid and indulgent, making you dizzy with how good it feels. coriolanus slides his hand down from your waist to your hip, then further down to tease at the slit in your dress that splits over your thigh. his teeth nip at your lip playfully, and he smiles against your mouth when you gasp at the way his fingers curl behind your knee to hitch your leg up over his own.
he encourages you to move so you can straddle him, sitting pretty in your silky dress on his lap. your hands land on his broad shoulders while his lips parts from yours, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses along your neck. his tongue drags along the side of your throat, making you shiver and moan softly.
“there’s a good girl,” he mutters, hands smoothing up and down your thighs that splay over his. “you make such pretty sounds for me.”
coriolanus’s words make you feel lightheaded, paired with his wandering touch and exploratory kisses. you shift in his lap just slightly, gasping softly when you feel how hard he is beneath you. his cock presses into the apex of your thighs, his hips pushing up subtly. he lets out a quiet groan, the hottest sound you’ve ever heard. the uncontrolled noise spurs you on, gives you the nerve to cup his jaw and bring his mouth back to yours and demand more of his heated kisses.
“stay with me tonight, my darling,” he pleads, panting against your mouth.
“yes.”
#ehehehe i PROMISE next part is when i’ll stop edging u guys and give u what we all want#i just love a slow build#its about the yearning 🤌🏻#politician!coryo x secretary!reader#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow#tbosbas#coriolanus snow smut#tom blyth
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Arsenal x Aries
#no one has posted them all yet so I'll do it myself#because that look with the black jacket is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻#I need it all jewellery included#martin odegaard#martin ødegaard#arsenal#arsenal fc
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ACGAS + text posts (2/?)
#here's more <3#as promised#all creatures great and small#acgas 2020#audrey hall#anna madeley#siegfried farnon#i might start using the audrey farnon tag#because of 🤌🏻reasons🤌🏻#audrey farnon#siegfried x audrey#acgas#samuel west#all creatures great and small 2020#period drama#helen herriot#james herriot#richard carmody#tristan farnon
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Choose your fighter Jannik Davis Cup Edition
#also everyone who says hes not Italian enough do you see how much he is showing emotion with his hand#hes really 🤌🏼🤌🏻#i need him to watch and support all his boyfriend's matches#Ey Jannik can I get you interested in a trip to Berlin I know some places#jannik sinner#tennis
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bojan please don't eat him he's already yours
#i love this picture so much 😩🤌🏻❤️ babes#also i cant get out all the videos on twitter with the hug abd the kiss and bojere looking absolutely in love with each other#im getting too emotional again!! ugh#maybe i should write that bojere fic today to let it all out 👀 hehe hmm#bojan cvjetićanin#joker out#käärijä#bojere#joost klein
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Miles Kane, 📸 by Lauren Dukoff, PR
#god how is someone so perfect it makes me brain whirl 😵💫#he's always gorgeous but 2018 miles is just so special to me. don't ask me to elaborate cause i can't i don't have the words for it#just chef's kiss all around 🤌🏻#miles kane#mine
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god has his favorites, and he is one of them.
don't argue with me.
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Pretend I gave this a hinged and appropriate caption
#it is 5am i had a migraine all day yesterday my brain can simply not be trusted to react to this right now#5sos#5 seconds of summer#luke hemmings#luke#video#the 5sos show tour#the 5sos show tour prague#kh4f post#the fact they consistently recognize JBH as such Important Lore in the canon#and yet there's just Unhinged Shenanigans happening in the dark during the first half of it 😂😂😂#the duality 🤌🏻#anyways the show yesterday was absolutely a fever dream literally what has any of this content been#like why wouldn't obscene pantomime have happened of course we should have expected this#😂😂😂#I'm going back to sleep lol
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Post Ptolemy's Gate ramble
So I just finished Ptolemy's Gate, thoughts are a bit all over the place and aside from mentioning the obvious I thought I'd dump some thoughts here.
Piper's apathy certainly shocked me. I know she's stressed running the council and she's got loads of organisation to do but oof she sure did come across as cold in her conversation with Kitty. Kitty has that kind of apathetic resignation of grief but it really felt like Piper had already put it behind her despite it only being two days before. Her boss that she worked for died horribly to save them all and she didn't even seem to share a quiet moment of grief with Kitty idk it just felt a little brutal �� I had an impression of her being really sweet so I was a bit taken aback.
One thing that really stood out to me was Nathaniel's apathy to the situation, I found it really interesting. I guess something could be said about it being the magician in him.
Nathaniel really has this duality to him, the obvious being Nat vs John Mandrake and of course Nat + Bartimaeus but in chapter 36 part ii something that caught my attention
'it was the feeling of consummate superiority, the delight of power weilded without peril. He danced beneath the night sky, smiting down his enemies.'
It already seems as if he's being elevated to something other- a martyr perhaps, except martyrs have causes and ideals, they do something because they have a strong belief in their justness. And Nathaniel:
'He felt aloof disconnected and alone. If his hatred for demons he had killed was dull and almost matter-of-fact, so was his sympathy for the people whose lives he saved.'
So he seems almost like an avenging angel, I love the religious imagery, especially because it seems to call back to Bartimaeus comparing his body to a holy mosque. But also divine rage is the driving force for an avenging angel and he's no longer even angry at the destruction caused.
'Pride spurred him on.' this almost makes him seem God-like?? His sole motivator is the pride of a deity, and I love that. But it's also just very true to him as a boy, pride spurred him on against Lovelace and against Duval and Whitwell.
When he's alone with Bartimaeus he's taken on this air of not being entirely human. He feels alone and solitary from everything including humaity. But when he rejoins Kitty, Piper and the rest of the magicians waiting for him he's reinvigorated - 'he felt a surge of joyful impatience - 'he would detroy Nouda, rescue the commoners and return to Kitty.' it seems as though he has to be surrounded by people to remind himself he's one of them. It could be seen as an effect of sharing a mind with Bartimaeus, but of course it could be Nathaniel's own human pride and his memories of being othered even as a child. Just gives the impression of this human / higher entity duality.
But also I partly got the impression that this hints to depression- I'm sure it's hardly out of the realm of possibility for Nat to have it. Though it's never stated I think several moments in the books make a good argument for it, including the above- just the numbness to everything. And I guess the sudden change in demeanor at 'surge of joyful impatience' can be read as hopefulness, but it reminded me of the saying that when people have decided to follow through on their s*icidal ideation they come across as happy and like a weight has been lifted from them. Nathaniel is impressively calm for someone who realises he's gravely injured. And while he can be seen as a martyr or hero for his final actions, the hollowness he felt at that moment gives it a more bitter edge.
I think it's made even more sad when compared to Anthony Lockwood, who has that same sense of pride - because he's trying to make his dead parents proud and because he's trying to hide the fact that he doesn't like himself very much. Nathaniel gives this same impression. And Lockwood at the end had reason to be proud, he uncovered a huge conspiracy, his agency became the most famous in London. And Nathaniel had reason to be proud; he's managing to wield the staff of his childhood hero, something he had dreamed of doing, he's had the bravery to unite with a spirit and he's going to take down the biggest threat to London.
But Lockwood gets something Nathaniel doesn't-
There's this subtle idea seen through Lucy's eyes that Lockwood's biggest achievement was fighting through his s*icidal ideation and discovering he has something to live for, even just seeing his friends again.
And Nathaniel just doesn't get that moment.
He sort of acknowledges that he doesn't have to be a powerful leader, that he doesn't need his colleagues approval, that he doesn't need to erase the fear the commoners have of him and other magicians, but without these things he doesn't know what to do with himself. He has no plan for the future, because even before he's injured the idea of a future doesn't seem to have much appeal to him. He already appears to have given up on trying to uncover who Nathaniel is, depite finally having the opportunity to. Like after everything- being beaten, the fear of his colleagues trying to harm him and burying himself in the John Mandrake persona to protect his sensitive side- he doesn't want to uncover the remnants of that boy because he's worried it'll be too difficult to put himself back together.
Or maybe he feels that he already has discovered who Nathaniel is, a deeply unhappy, hollow shell of a person, whose personality has been pulled in so many directions he no longer has a sense of self. He's been stripped back to the barest version of himself and found he doesn't even have the foundations upon which to rebuild himsef. Like discovering dry rot in your walls and you keep pulling and pulling bits of rotting wood away from the home until you've finally got it all, only to realise the house has come down around you- there's nothing left.
He doesn't get this moment where he works through his trauma, where he realises he has a support system, where he realises he's loved. I don't know if Nathaniel ever really knew what it felt like to be loved. I don't think he did. Ptolemy's death was awful and heartbreaking but his short life was filled with affection. And Lockwood realises people do care about him, depite being told that no one does. It hurts so much that Nat felt isolated and alone his whole life, right up to the last minute. Potential love confessions aside, Nathaniel never got a chance to sit and bathe in the warmness of affection. Like Bartimaeus tells him, it's about 'being not doing.' Nathaniel never got to understand the importance of just being, of simply existing as himself or of being happy. He constantly had to be working on the next goal, the next plan, because if he stops working he'll be forced to sit with his thoughts and realise how unhappy he is. And the thought of that is just too much to bear, it's so much easier to give in.
The ending gave the impression of being very romantic, while sad. Nathaniel gets to be remembered as a hero and never has to confront the consequences of his actions with wars in Europe and America that he had a direct role in. Acknowledging his role and dealing with fallout are two very different mountains to climb. And I think that idea of dying like a hero perfectly appeals to Nathaniel's prideful tendencies, and maybe he views it that way to hide the fact it's a convenient way out of his unhappiness and confronting what he's done. It's quite interesting to see that after he's been stripped back to nothing and can't figure out who or what he wants to be if he gets the chance, he still has that vanity and arrogance to him- despite not really being good character traits, they're so authentically Nathaniel, he's been that way right from the start and it's nice little peak of the real him at the end, being so humanly flawed.
#These always come out like I'm tryna b all edgy and poetic it's so CRINGE lmao I'm sorry#Nat just makes me feel things idk#some of this might be a bit contradictory but my thoughts r all over the place#Is Nat having depression a popular take?#I feel like it's always hinted at in discussions but never /said/ ya know?#<- like the book I guess but I'm one of those ppl that needs smthing to be SAID for it to be said#But also-- has Nat got a personality disorder?? Discuss...#Gimmie gimmie all your mental illness headcannons for the characters I'm a psychology nerd 😭😭#But also I NEED nay I HUNGER FOR more fan work of bartxnat with religious themes and symbolism 🙏🏻both fics and fanart plz 🙏🏻#Idk the idea of worship with those two is 🤌🏻🤌🏻#bartseq#bartimaeus sequence#bartimaeus trilogy#liveblogging
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Thinking about how good it looks when someone has a gut that just sticks out when they're standing up straight and it's obvious they haven't said no to those snacks recently and it's just exposed and ready to be poked and rubbed and ugh it's just so so so good 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻
#this is all I've thought about tonight#when it goes from belly to gut#the vibe changes#it's a true accomplishment#and when they let it all hang out without sucking in#🥵😍🔥💓🤌🏻
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Athletic Vs. Barcelona | Copa del Rey | 24.01.2024
#saw this on Instagram had to find the video and gif it because#1: jawline 2: hair 3: lips and 4: tiny bit of beard#all that together is 🤌🏻#pedri#pedri gonzalez#fc barcelona
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dongsik takes juwon home after jung cheolmun's death. stays with him with an excuse of "discussing plans" because he's very aware juwon is not fine and shouldn't be alone. juwon's hands are shaking, the usual bite from his answers is entirely absent and he's way too quiet. he offers to make some tea and there's some sluggishness in his movements.
dongsik waits. he already feels the impending trainwreck, but there's nothing he can do to stop it because han juwon is fine and he can make tea and he doesn't need help. so dongsik waits.
he waits until the train gets derailed by a tiny rock and crashes right into a wall, then erupts in flames a second later. the tiny rock in this scenario being a teapot, that tips over, it's deep red content spilling all over the floor and onto juwon's hand. the wall is a panic attack, that reaches juwon step by step. first, it's the pain that registers, he pulls his hand closer to his chest. then he sees his white rug stained with red and he takes a staggering step back. dongsik sees the exact moment his brain takes him back to jung cheolmun's house, because his remaining composure crumbles. his face falls just as fast as his breathing quickens and he's already far away.
dongsik does two things at the same time. he steps in front of juwon to block the tea-stained rug from his vision, and pulls his hands away from each other so he can't scratch on the already irritated skin. because juwon thinks there's blood on it and he needs the blood off.
then in a blur juwon is pushed backwards toward the kitchen, his hand placed under the stream of cold water. there are words said, calm and softly spoken. juwon rests his forehead on dongsik's shoulder, breathing together until his breathing eventually goes back to normal.
"are you back with me?"
"hm"
"okay" (...) "how's your hand? does it hurt?"
"a little"
dongsik then goes to find the first aid kit in the bathroom, but there's nothing in it for burn. going back out he finds juwon sitting on the floor right where they were standing seconds ago. "let's sit somewhere more comfortable, juwon-ah."
"I'll go to the shop right in the corner to see if they have anything for your hand, okay? do you want something else?"
"I'm okay here"
(...)
and that's how they end up eating a whole cake while sitting on the floor in the middle of juwon's kitchen. bickering about unimportant things, because juwon's fighting spirit came back (to dongsik's absolute delight) sometime after dongsik started to talk about how good raw ramen noodles are, and how he'll make sure juwon tries some later. then he went on about talking some more nonsense just so juwon can call him ridiculous and they can smile about it.
the tea from earlier needs to be cleaned up, and they'll need to go back talking about a plan soon, but juwon's smile needs a bit more working on. so there are still 4 slices of cake to be eaten, and about 5 ridiculous stories front dongsik to be told and listened to.
#beyond evil#i wanted to convey this through like 5 sentences but my hands slipped#I don't even know what this is#it all came to me in a dream 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻#can they please some back to me i miss them so terribly#m
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The “Leon themed memes'' o'clock” isn't finished yet 🌚❤️
@leonscape
@reborn-elven
#imma marrying this fine man... 😔🤌🏻#All the wedding preparations are on me 💍✨#ikemen prince#ikemen prince leon dompteur#ikeprince leon dompteur#ikepri leon dompteur#ikemen prince memes#ikeprince memes#ikepri memes
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