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#I really needed this tonight
marvelnatswhore · 2 years
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i hope everything is well, friend <3 all love for you, always, always, always <333333 you lift my spirits constantly! imagine mommy wanda giving you the biggest hug, and listing all of the little reasons why she loves you so much, why she needs you, and all the ways you make her happy day to day. she'd put you in the nicest, fluffiest pj's, give you your favorite bed time drink, and tell you a bedtime story with you in her arms. she normally doesn't tell bedtime stories, but tonight she'd make a big story about a mommy and her little girl on a big quest for a secret recipe to make the best cake in the world that would make them happy forever. mwah!!!
i don't even know what to say 🥺 this is just the kindest thing, bunny you always make my day so much better <3
mommy wanda telling a bed time story it's so so cute, an the cuddles and fluffy pjs an hugs! 🥺
you're too sweet everything about this it's so soft and lovely, thank you so so much i really hope your doing well, and your day/night is as kind and lovely and sweet as you 💕🌷
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spaceratprodigy · 1 year
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☆- Put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. Its time to spread positivity !❤️‍🔥
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jollymalt · 7 months
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coffee shop au
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catmanbowser · 4 months
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his biggest fan is in fact his own little brother
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h0nkshroom · 2 months
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gently places these in your hands and cartwheels away into the night
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konigsblog · 2 months
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fifty year old, perverted könig who lies about his age, telling you he's in his mid twenties just to meet up with you and keep you all for himself.
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waywardsunlight · 5 months
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When they get home (watching soaps on the crystal ball before bed)
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nosnexus · 1 year
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Two badass princesses finally meeting
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singing-robot · 1 year
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my predictions for the next page of Unexpected Guests (by the esteemed @undertalethingems)
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marvelnatswhore · 1 year
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It's okay if it takes a little longer than you thought. You need to enjoy writing too and not just do it because you have to. I'm sure the ones who asked for something will understand and it's okay! You can take a break when you need it and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Don't give up, lovely. You're a wonderful writer, one of my favourite ones and I love talking to you as a friend. I'm always here for you. Dm me whenever you need, bubs
aw lovely :( <3
that's so sweet thank you 🥺 i love talking to you too, even if we don't do it often, you're always so kind to me 🥰
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bigothteddies · 6 days
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oh and btw, that 39 year old telling you how mature you are for your age is a manipulation tactic. It’s not a compliment.
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introspectivememories · 4 months
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The model!Bernard is great but wouldn’t it be mostly likely Tim to be the model since he is a public figure?
yeah ig, logically, tim would be more likely to model than bear but i was thinking of this image when writing that
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the og image gives off a sense longing more than horniess but i'm tired of making everything sad. also i just think bear is pretty enough to model. like look at him. this tim and this bear
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or wait, fuck, this tim and this bear
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model!bear and ceo!tim become gotham's it couple. the tabloids can't stop reporting on it. there's a new breakup rumor every week. the wayne fanbase on twt goes rabid over it. there are fansites dedicated to them. @/imyellingtimber, @downbadfordowd, @drakeinpants, the whole works. they get married and the internet breaks.
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spicedddrum · 4 months
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i am asleep much in the way that Wally is asleep. that is to say, I Am Not Sleeping
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tariah23 · 1 month
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I sketched these real quick at my work desk the other day they’re a mess lmfao
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thefrogdalorian · 3 months
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Sanctuary
Din Djarin x GN!Reader
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Summary: It's one of those days when your emotions threaten to overwhelm you. Despite the horrible day you're having, you try your best to keep it together. A feat you manage, until a certain Mandalorian arrives home and takes you into his arms. Word Count: 1.2k ✯ Rating: General ✯ Content Warnings: Descriptions of anxiety/panic attack ✯ Author's Note: Seeing these gifs the other day broke something in my brain and this little fic was the result. I hope this gets you through a day when you really need a hug from Din Djarin 💕 ✯ My Masterlist ✯
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On the days when your stomach churned and you were too upset to vocalise the war that waged within yourself, you were grateful to have someone in your life who seemed to know exactly what you needed. There was no doubt that Din understood you better than you understood yourself. It was unsurprising, given how meticulous and attentive he was in everything he turned his hand to.
You had been in each other's lives for some time, yet you still found yourself pleasantly surprised each time he shared such care towards you. You never doubted Din's kind heart once you got to know him, but you were nonetheless astonished by the multitudes he contained. It was astounding how tender and caring the man, who had gained such a fearsome reputation throughout the galaxy as a ruthless bounty hunter, actually was beneath his cold, hard beskar. 
It was early in the morning when Din had left through the door and your stomach tied itself into knots as you heard his heavy footprints gradually fade into the distance. The sound indicated that you were now alone with your thoughts. Throughout the day, you had pushed your emotions to the deepest depths inside yourself. You had been trying to kid yourself, in his absence, that you could survive the day without breaking down. You told yourself over and over that if you could just make it until Din returned and then put on a brave face when he walked through the door, you would have survived the day without dissolving into pieces. The last thing you wanted was for Din to see how upset you were. The fear that you were weighing him down with your troubles or somehow holding him back from achieving greater things was omnipresent. Even though he had never given you a reason to fear such a thing, you were constantly terrified of being seen as a burden to him.
The familiar heavy footsteps grew louder; their rhythmic, even quality indicated they could belong to only one man. You took a deep breath and attempted to steady your racing heart, preparing yourself to keep it together upon Din's return.
The second you saw his figure in the doorway, you knew it was a lost cause. At the sight of the familiar outline of beskar shining in the entryway, you immediately knew that there was no way that you would be able to maintain your composure. You stood up immediately, rising off the chair you had been sitting on as you waited for him, to greet the man who owned your heart entirely. Instead of racing towards him as usual, you found yourself suddenly overcome with apprehension. Your steps faltered with uncertainty as you walked towards him on shaky legs, feeling your ability to stay strong evaporate just from laying eyes upon him. 
Din held his arms out to you without hesitation, beckoning you to come close to him.
“Come here, cyare,” Din whispered as you stepped into his orbit, his voice gravelly, “Let me hold you.”
As you closed the distance between you and Din to rest your head in the crook of his neck, you caught a glimpse of his mudhorn pauldron, glinting despite the low light of the cabin. Despite how terrible you felt, the ghost of a smile passed across your lips as you noticed the signet was so distinctively Din. Stepping into his arms felt like you were returning to safety. To your home.
You rested your head in the crook of his neck and nuzzled into his rough cowl, enjoying his familiar scent. It was musky and masculine, but not overbearing. You detected a faint hint of perspiration mixed with the floral scent you knew lingered on his skin thanks to the bottle of liquid he lathered across his tan skin in the 'fresher each morning. Din’s chestplate was firm against your body. Initially, you recoiled at the slight chill from the beskar, discernible even through your layers of clothing. Once you had adjusted to the temperature and new sensation, though, you felt nothing but warmth when you were in his arms.
As Din held you close and his hands rubbed comforting circles into your back with one strong arm holding you tightly around the waist, you appreciated the way your bodies fit together. It was as you were admiring how you seemed to be made for each other that you noticed how Din had wrapped his cape around your shoulders to further cocoon you into him. As though he was protecting you from all of the hurt that lingered outside of the sanctuary of his arms. From whatever was troubling you. There was no intense questioning, no expectations for answers. Only safety, love and understanding from a man who wanted to help you through your very worst days.
Something about nuzzling into Din’s neck and the care he had taken to raise your spirits rendered you speechless. You were overcome with emotion, powerless to stop the tears which started falling down your cheeks. At first, it was a solitary droplet, but then you couldn’t help yourself as more and more tears slipped from your eyes. 
At the first sound of your sniffles, Din pulled away from you. You felt your stomach drop in panic, momentarily afraid that you had upset him somehow. You looked up at him and felt the embarrassment settle somewhere low in your stomach, a physical symptom of the mortification you felt at your outburst. Then came the shame. You were dismayed that you had lost control of your emotions in such a way. Evidence of your loss of composure was evident in the reflection of your face in his helmet. You watched as your expression grew increasingly more distraught and felt your chest heaving as the panic rose within you, upset at your emotional state.
Fortunately, Din was nothing but understanding and caring. Before your thoughts could spiral anywhere darker, he began to use his soft leather gloves against your cheeks to dry the tears that were burning hot trails down your skin. It distracted you from your anguish, his tender touch providing instant comfort.
You relished the contact and melted into his embrace. Between his hand that lingered on your cheek, while the other rubbed your back and ensured his cape still swaddled you, your mood was instantly calmer. Din brought you back into his shoulder and returned his hands to your back, rubbing up and down as he held you close. You wrapped your arms around his waist, relishing the small contact you gained with the warmth of his flesh between the hard plates of his beskar. You stayed like that for a few more minutes, feeling your anguish dissipate with each second that Din held you.
Eventually, your breathing evened out and returned to a less frantic pace. Sensing that his embrace had had the intended effect on your fragile emotional state, Din pulled away once again and brought his hands to cup your jaw gently.
“How are you feeling now?” he rasped as he stroked your cheeks with his gloved thumbs. 
“Being in your arms always makes me feel better,” you smiled.
“I’d hold you for the rest of my days if you only asked me to, cyare,” Din vowed with a nod of his helmet. 
You smiled then, enjoying the way your face lit up with a smile and how your eyes had regained their sparkle thanks to the tight embrace of your attentive Mandalorian; your sanctuary.
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