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oh, I'm falling in loveI thought that plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around?
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@nathanwpyle
I literally love this.
I couldn't stop laughing for 20 minutes.
No joke.
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I'm worth nothing as a person because im an ugly girl.
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I wish i could have a friendship like ron, hermione and harry had
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Me when my teacher praises my college essay but 70% of it is actually paraphrased iconic ao3 fanfiction scenes
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My problem is that when I say "I want a man" I mean "I want my fictional man of the month™ that I have hyper fixated on", and when someone offers me an ACTUAL man, I start retching violently :)
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Narcissa: He looks just like his father *smiling proudly as she holds newborn baby Draco*
Snape: You don't have to be strong with us, Narcissa.
Andromeda: The gods can be cruel.
Bellatrix:Look at the bright side, at least he is healthy.
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Hc that Tom was great with comforting children in the orphanage. He'd calm them down by speaking in Parseltongue or ignore them all together whilst the bombs showered around them. When Lestrange informed Tom that he'll be Rodolphus' godfather, he (begrudgingly) accepted.
Sometimes, when Lestrange's wife is in France and he has work to attend to, he drops Rodolphus off at Borgin & Burkes. Tom would threaten to crucio him, but he'd disappear before Tom could draw his wand. When Rodolphus rocked Delphini in his arms, he thought of how Uncle Tom used to hiss incorrigible lullabies to him as well. He'd sob quietly when the intelligent brown eyes of his master looked up adoringly at him, and the black curls of his wife tickled his arms.
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Tom hughes would be the best Tom Riddle. Fight me.
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Tom: I am at a LOSS for WORDS
Abraxas, Orion, and a handful of assorted Knights: Despite being at a loss for words, Riddle yelled at us for the next 45 minutes *
(* They were tasked with befriending Harry to aid Tom’s future Harry-wooing but failed miserably)
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One thing I love about the Monster x Human dynamic is the possible misunderstandings that come with being separate species.
The possible cultural differences. The awkwardness. Language barriers. Anatomy differences. Maybe they mistake a platonic gesture as romantic or you mistake a romantic gesture from them as platonic.
Maybe you accidentally touch a merperson's gills and they immediately shy away at the unexpected touch. You freak out and apologise because you think you've hurt them while they try and hide their obvious arousal at the intimate touch.
Or an alien whose skin colour changes with their mood. You notice they're always a more reddish colour when near you. When you ask them about it they get even redder and try to make something up while their friends watch and snicker cus they know exactly what that colour means.
You playfully bite your werewolf partner while cuddling and they let out a very erotic groan. Now they have to try and explain to you what marking is to werewolves while also being very horny and embarrassed.
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Yk what I need??? NEED the batKids to just admire Bruce’s beauty ( USHSJSNSNS ur last post about Jason calling Bruce pretty just added fuel to the fire )
Love ur blog :)!!!
Thank you! And that’s so adorable! I just adore the image of Bruce, wide awake at 3 in the morning, applying concealer all over the swollen bruises acquired tonight.
The brush is thick and fluffy, designed to spread a generous amount while maintaining a smooth application, its bristles silver and pale. Dick thinks it belonged to Bruce’s mom, because he looks terribly sad using it.
“You should be asleep, “ Bruce sighs, not entirely delighted his ward is losing precious resting time. He’s read, clearly, that children need a minimal 8 hours of sleep.
“So should you! What are you doing up?”
“Getting ready for a meeting at 7.”
“You’re like, really pretty.”
Bruce pauses, skin blossoming with sudden, flustered heat, “Oh, thank you, Dickie, that’s very kind—“
Dick’s smile beams like moonlight, “So you agree. You think you’re really pretty.”
“…I haven’t watched a single movie in 12 years, so, I think that joke is wasted.”
“Dammit. Thanks a lot, trauma.”
Oh, but Jason? The tiny boy could watch Bruce for hours. His face is so interesting. B’s eyelashes are so long, and his eyes are such a pretty hazel, just like Catherine’s, and his smile is awesome.
He feels really special, because Bruce smiles for no camera, but when Jason asks him to take his picture, he does it without complaint.
“B, boys can be pretty too, right?”
Bruce pauses a bit, not entirely confident. Should he treat this as something casual? Should he break out the educational, but welcoming dialogue? Is it something else? Why aren’t there parenting classes?
“Hn. Yeah.”
“I think you’re the prettiest man in Gotham!”
“I’m afraid that’s not true, Jason.”
“What?! How come?!”
“Because the prettiest boy in Gotham is standing right in front of me.”
Tiny Jason squeaking and squealing joyfully while Bruce takes him in his arms, peppering his soft cheeks with kisses, while a teenage Dick rolls his eyes in the background, trying not to smile.
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im going to go insane.
viscount bridgerton does not escort his wife to every society function (but then again, what husband does?), but when he is present, This Author cannot fail to note that he always seems to be murmuring something in his lady's ear, and that something always seems to make her smile and blush.
(the viscount who loved me by julia quinn)
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for once in my life, please, please, please can i have a BAMF reader instead of a weak willed, pitiful, bows-down-to-the-asshole reader??
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