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Convincing my father to watch SAS: Rogue Heroes: *history info dump with lots of details*

Convincing my mother to watch SAS: Rogues Heroes: They're SOLDIERS on the DESSERT. That means SHORTS, UNBUTTONED SHIRTS and HOMOEROTIC RELATIONSHIPS. Let's go.

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Hello! It's me again :)

I know you said I could send more requests but don't feel obligated to write them I'm just dumping my ideias at this point hahaha

So Reader steals things for a living. And they go to a saloon cause " stealing drunk men is a piece of cake. " Cue to Arthur casually drinking at the same saloon. Reader decides to take a risk and decided to target the man who looks the hardest to rob from just for the hell of it. Of course they gets caught by Arthur but in a "fuck you" moment they steal his hat. Arthur is so surprised he doesn't even react which give the Reader an opportunity to escape.

Fast forward some time and Arthur just buying supplies and looks at the crowd and holy shit it that his stolen hat??

I'll leave the rest to you. Have fun ;)

ok it took a while but i loved this prompt it’s so endearing 🤧 SO I MADE IT A MEET-CUTE THING. this is the story arthur and the reader tell their kids in like 20 years of how they met ok. anyway PLEASE keep the prompts coming they’re so good 😩😩💖💖💖

Trophies and Mirrors

Arthur x Thief!Reader, feminine presenting reader

Arthur squints. The low-hanging sun wouldn’t be a problem, if he had his hat.

Shame on him for being fooled by a pretty face, he supposes. It’s been a week of suffering in the sun without anything to block it. He’s honestly surprised he hasn’t gotten a sunburn yet.

Yes, a week ago, you stole his hat. Of all things.

Arthur had already spotted you in the saloon before you had made your way over to him. Sure, you weren’t exactly his type, but he still found himself enamoured by your looks and your sweet smile.

Of course there was more to your looks and your sweet smile.

He’d been quick to grab your wrist and stop you from nicking his pocket watch, warning you with a low voice to keep your hands to yourself. He knows all the tricks that lady thieves use in crowded places, and the way you had looked at him through your lashes while feigning innocence only served to solidify his suspicions.

Arthur had smugly watched the realisation settle in on your face that you weren’t going to get away with trying to steal from him.

And then — and he still has a hard time wrapping his mind around this — you’d leaned forward and kissed him.

And for some reason he had kissed you back.

It was a sloppy kiss, with your lips haphazardly pressed to him, but a kiss nonetheless. Your free hand snaking up to the nape of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.

Then his hat was removed from his head, and with your wrist freed from his grip, you were gone.

He tried to give chase, of course, but to no avail. Your smaller frame meant slipping through the crowd was much easier. The onlookers in the saloon likely thought the both of you were just lovers messing around. By the time he managed to make his way out of the building, you had already vanished into the night.

Now, while walking towards his horse, Arthus suddenly freezes.

He never would have imagined that he would find you again in a little, dusty town like this, so many miles away from the saloon where you first met.

Yet there you are, pretty as a picture, soaking up the sun while seated in the grass. A hat atop your head.

His hat atop your head.

He doesn’t need to think twice before walking over to you with quick strides, hands balling up to fists by his sides as he approaches. He calls out to you to get your attention when he’s in earshot, a simple and polite “miss”, but it comes out sounding more like a growl.

Arthur will admit that he gets some satisfaction from seeing your eyes widen when you recognise him.

It’s a quick scramble before you’re on your feet, slowly backing away from him. “If you come any closer, I’m going to scream,” you warn, pointedly looking towards the general store and the people lounging on the porch.

Arthur sighs and stops walking, slowly holding up his hands. “Look, I ain’t gonna hurt you. I jus’ want my hat back. Hand it over, ‘nd we can put all this behind us.”

You stop backing away. A smug smile blooms on your face, making you look much alike a cat up to no good. Arthur immediately feels a rush — a need to wipe that grin off your face somehow. Preferably by pressing his own lips to yours, but he quickly banishes that thought to the recesses of his mind. You take a loose strand of your hair and twirl it around your index finger. “I don’t think I want to do that. I quite like this hat, and I like the way it looks on me. Why don’t you go and buy a new hat instead?”

Damn, of course you wouldn’t just give it up like that. It’s a trophy to you now, isn’t it? Arthur should have known it would come to this. He’s annoyed, yes, but the feeling of desperation has reared its ugly head and is gnawing at the back of his mind. His brows are stitched together. “That hat’s got sentimental value to me, alright? It— It used to belong to my pa. I can’t jus’ replace it with any other hat from the store.” Arthur searches your face for any sign of sympathy.

He finds none.

Instead, you just cock a brow. “Yeah, sure. Look, mister whatever-your-name-is, you should just move on and accept that—”

“I’ll buy it off you.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “What?”

Arthur gestures vaguely, unable to meet your eyes. “How much you want? Name your price.”

You’re quiet for a short while, and Arthur is prepared to be faced with ridicule and laughter.

Instead, you take a step closer to him and hold out his hat to him.

He blinks as he registers the sudden shift in your demeanour. Then he carefully takes the hat from your hands, as if it’s made of porcelain rather than leather. “Thank you,” he manages as he runs his thumb across the brim. “What… Why’d you change your mind?”

All you can do is shrug. Fingers fiddling with the hems of your long shirtsleeves. “Didn’t feel right to keep it.”

A short, humourless chuckle escapes him. The irony of the situation isn’t lost on him. It almost feels like he’s looking in a mirror: another criminal who struggles with their own morality.

Arthur puts his hat back on, where it belongs. He looks at you, then clears his throat and asks, “You, uh… you got a name?”

You cock a brow again, but this time it’s accompanied by a lopsided grin. Arthur is given your name, and he thinks he’ll remember it for a long while. “I take it you’re not actually called “mister whatever-your-name-is”,” you tell him, the question you’re really asking wrapped in a humorous package.

“No, that it ain’t. It’s Arthur Morgan.”

“Will I be seeing you again, Mr Morgan?”

Arthur mirrors your grin. “Perhaps. Are you gonna try to rob me again?”

You hum in response. “I’ll think about it.”

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ONLY TWO WORKS IN CLARK KENT/LOIS LANE/READER ON A03

I have never been more shocked in my life 🧍‍♂️

Truly devastating I might just have to start writing my own slow burns good god

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Telling friends that they shouldn't use AI feels like I'm in the Botherhood of Steel in Fallout because they got me saying stuff like

"Do not use this technology it's dangerous" and "Watch out for that website you never know if it's using AI"

Gonna start finishing my sentences with Ad Victoriam and unplugging PCs

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I need end!verse supernatural ejected into my veins it's just so cool oh my god it's so angsty and miserable and it has zombies and castiel is smoking weed and organising orgies and lucifer is possessing sam which is horrifically wonderful and also he's serving cunt in a white suit and dean is just absolutely broken what the fuck were the writers consuming when writing that episode oh god

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Making Danse play Detroit: Become Human and watch as he gets emotionally attached to the characters and tries to save them while whispering "They're synths SYNTHS" under his breath

Also the Railroad uses this game as propaganda. Deacon dresses up as Connor and just walks around for shits and giggles

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My mum doesn't remember names well so here are all the nicknames she gave to the Gladiator 2 cast

Emperor Caracalla : The crazy gay one

Emperor Geta: The other one

Lucius / Hanno: The hot one or Maximus Jr

Acacius: Puppy eyes or The one you like

Lucilla: Lucilla (it's the only one she knows)

Macrinus: Denzel

Honorable mention: Senator Thraex as Denzel's bitch

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Leonard Mccoy... save me ..

Leonard Mccoy

Save me Leonard Mccoy