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bluerose5 · 1 month
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The only shirts the Iron Bull and Halsin would wear around camp would be matching crop tops that say "big tits, bigger heart".
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marymekpop · 11 months
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⟢ highlight of the hour: the good bad mother [6/6] ⟣
empathy
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madame-mongoose · 2 years
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moon as consolation for dealing with my oc posts
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otrtbs · 9 months
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and when i write the most incredibly self indulgent 2014 golden age wattpad marauders fic,, then what?????
james puts on his flannel and gives himself a glance in the mirror as he slips on his red converse, before running down the stairs two at a time. he's excited to go to school today. quidditch tryouts are happening after class, and james is trying out for chaser. he wasn't interested in going to hogsmeade like the other people in his class. he was different. he almost makes it all the way out the door when the sight of remus stops him dead in his tracks. it doesn't look like remus has had any sleep all night, and he was smoking his 84th cigarette of the morning. "james," he sighs wearily, as if it pains him. "you can't go to school today. " "what? why?" "i've spent too much money buying cigarettes and i'm in debt. also i want to buy my new boyfriend, sirius, a motorbike so i made a deal." "a-a deal?" james can barely choke out the words. "i'm selling you. to the slytherins. regulus will be here to get you any minute."
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art-fries-87 · 5 months
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What did your GIRLFRIEND say when you moved to sherwood ohioooooo~
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afewproblems · 1 year
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"What's he doing here?" Eddie growls as he walks into the trailer kitchen, tossing his leather jacket onto the nearest chair and yanking open the fridge with stiff jerky movements.
He glares at his uncle Wayne who glares right back, the twin expressions spit fire across the kitchen as Eddie slams the fridge door with a beer now in hand. He tries not to feel guilty about the sudden jerk of movement in the periphery of his vision, the flinch.
Steve Harrington sits at the other end of the kitchen table, he's picking at his nails and his face is tilted down towards the table as though the checkered tablecloth is the most captivating thing he's ever seen. Steve is sitting strangely, hunched over slightly at an angle but Eddie doesn't care.
Eddie learned a lot from his uncle Wayne, how to shave, how to tell if eggs were about to expire, and how to make a good cup of coffee.
He learned how to argue from his dad.
Vicous words and loud voices, slamming doors and heavy stomping feet.
It's certainly not his best quality, but it's effective.
"What is he doing here Wayne, he made it very clear that we," Eddie gestures at himself and his uncle with wild hands, "could fuck off for all he cared!"
Steve flinches again, it takes everything in Eddie not to turn and yell at him.
"Eddie, if you're going to be a damn nuisance then you can get out of my kitchen," Wayne says calmly but there is an undercurrent of anger in his words as he moves the coffee mug he was drinking from away from himself.
Steve turns slightly and makes to get up but Wayne holds out an arm without looking at him, his glare is still fixed on Eddie.
"Edward, I mean it, you're not helping so leave".
The last vestiges of Eddie's self control bubbles away as he finally boils over.
"How could you take his side! You're supposed to be my family, not his!" Eddie snarls, righteous fury radiates out from his chest and into his limbs, he wants to break something.
"He didn't want us, he left us remember," Eddie shouts as he points at Steve who curls further into himself and tries to get up again.
"Steven you stay right where you are," Wayne grinds out, he takes a deep breath, holds it for a second, and releases it through his nose.
"Eddie, you can either stay and help, or you can be angry and leave, your choice, you get 10 seconds to decide," Wayne says after a beat, he still has the same glare etched into his face but a hint of weariness seeps through.
Wayne turns away from Eddie and faces Steve once more, he grabs one of their clean tea towels from the table in front of him and gestures for Steve to raise his face.
That's when Eddie finally sees the open first aid kit on the table.
All at once the rage dissipates as Eddie stares at Steve in horror.
His normally beautiful face is covered in blood. Mottled yellow and purple bruising blooms over his cheekbone just underneath a swollen-shut eye. The white of Steve's other eye has turned scarlet and a deep gash has opened up across his nose.
Wayne tips their rubbing alcohol bottle into the cloth and gently begins to dab and clean away the blood from Steve's face.
Steve breathes in as the cloth makes contact with the gash on his nose, Wayne murmurs an apology but continues.
"This'll need stitches," Wayne sighs as he gets up to wash his hands at the sink, "I'll need to grab a few more things from the bathroom, think you two can behave yourselves in the meantime?"
Steve nods mutely while Eddie continues to stare, he looks away towards Wayne and manages a tight nod.
Wayne turns and walks out of the kitchen leaving them alone, something they haven't done for two long weeks.
"I'm sorry," Steve mumbles after a beat, he blinks sharply and sniffs wetly, running a shaking hand over his nose, "for what I said, I didn't mean it," the words stutter and stop as Steve clears his throat.
Eddie stands frozen to the spot, for the second time in his life, he's been rendered absolutely speechless.
The first time was when Steve had told him he loved him.
"I, uh, I did what you said Eds," Steve continues, his voice wobbles slightly and pitches up in that tell-tale way that Eddie knows means he's trying not to cry, "wanted to be brave for you and," he waves the same hand in front of his face with a sad laugh, "I'm uh, not..." he sniffles again.
The last sniffle seems to jumpstart Eddie again, he crosses the distance between them and takes over Wayne's vacant seat, Steve's one eye tracks his movement as he stops speaking and stills.
Eddie swallows, it feels like rocks going down, he hates that Steve is afraid of him, of his reaction.
He slowly reaches for Steve's hand that rests on the table, watching his face for the slightest change, he pauses just before their fingers touch, uncertain if it will be welcome.
Steve meets his gaze, his one good eye traces over Eddie's face for what feels like an eternity before he slowly turns his palm up and crooks his fingers.
Eddie breathes out a sigh of relief and closes the gap, smoothing his fingers lightly over Steve's palm and up his wrist, the movement pushes up the sleeve of Steve's shirt revealing purple bruises that dot his pale skin.
Fuck.
"Can't go home anymore," Steve whispers, he grazes his own fingers across Eddie's arm in small circles, "I know you’re mad, but I didn't know where else to go--"
"You're always welcome here kid," Wayne says as he strides back into the kitchen, his hands holding their suture kit, "that hasn't changed," Wayne grumbles pointedly at Eddie, who grimaces as another small flicker of anger rekindles in his chest.
Eddie looks away from Wayne to find Steve watching him, his eye boring into Eddie's with an unreadable expression on his bruised face.
The thing is, Eddie wants to let it all go.
He wants to take Steve into his arms, tell him everything is going to be okay and that he can of course stay with them.
But he can't.
The hurt is still too fresh, too raw.
He's so angry still, angry with Steve.
Angry at Wayne, angry with himself for letting it go too far.
Eddie slowly, gently, takes his hand back and stands up from Wayne's chair, gesturing for his uncle to take the seat back.
Steve's empty hand stays palm up as his gaze follows Eddie to the door of the kitchen.
Eddie turns into the hallway without a backwards glance.
And if his heart breaks all over again as he hears Steve begin to softly cry in the kitchen while Wayne tells him everything will be alright?
Well, no one needs to know.
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edenexxe · 2 months
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d1n6 · 1 year
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Felt like posting this here too
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phantomrev · 2 years
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Omg guys the new Morro set leaks are to DIE for!!!
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this blog:
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by popular demand (five people asked for this) i bring to you: incoherent rambling about almonds, which somehow involves genitals (and castration). its not greek mythology without genitals. im putting this under a read more, you have been warned.
phrygia was a kingdom in ancient west-central anatolia. theres a few kings from phrygia that are well known in greek mythology, like midas (the gold dude). in the illiad, the phrygians participated in the trojan war and were on the side of the trojans. anyway so in phrygia there was a hermaphrodite deity named agdistis who was born when, zeus "accidentally impregnated" gaia (no i do not know what this means, apparently zeus was asleep?).
nonetheless, the gods were afraid of them and castrated them, thereby creating the goddess cybele. cybele was the phrygian mother of gods and in some greek texts i think she is like rhea's equivalent. nonetheless, their,,,genitals fell down to earth where they sprouted into an almond tree. a nymph called nana was sitting under said almond tree, and somehow a nut fell into her lap and impregnated her. the child that was conceived was the god attis, the god of vegetation. theres two main stories of attis that i would like to share. they're just two versions of the same story btw.
in both of them initially attis was a shepherd but cybele fell in love with him and made him a priest in one of her temples. in the first one, this was done on the condition that, "he should preserve his chastity inviolate". he did not do that, and as punishment he was driven mad and, ended up castrating himself. then, and this is a direct quote from a website, "When in consequence he wanted to put an end to his life, Cybele changed him into a firtree, which henceforth became sacred to her, and she commanded that, in future, her priests should be eunuchs."
the second version says that attis was a priest and was running away to escape the "voluptuous embrace" of a phrygian king, and at one point he was fighting said king and castrated the king, to take revenge, the dying king did the same to him. attis was found dying under a fir tree by some othher priests who tried to bring him back to life but could not, so they took him to cybele and, "Cybele ordained that the death of Atys should be bewailed every year in solemn lamentations, and that henceforth her priests should be eunuchs."
that is all for now thank you and also you're welcome :)
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pkmn-smashorpass · 2 months
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isame-allen · 4 months
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This thing does not deserve a full drawing
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@userunavai1ab1e fuck you
@kellowyellow and fuck you
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the-ineffable-cross · 3 months
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I feel really bad for the people who followed me for COD content because I basically just got consumed by the Good Omens brainrot and just upped and left the COD fandkm with ZERO explanation
Sorry pookies xx
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ilygetou · 3 months
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im gonna be real with y’all, i won’t be able to post anything till april
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