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honeybcj · 23 days
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t4t moonwater (i just came across a fic but i’d love to know your take)
i’d love to see it more often!! t4t is so very dear to me, so i’d love to see it in the moonwater pairing. i’d definitely eat that up!
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indestinatus · 1 month
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Ooo, I must know more about "sorry for not winning you an arcade ring" for the wip tag! Kudos for the reference to an underrated Taylor song, too.
coney island right up there at the most intricate underrated ts songs!!!
this is the fic i'm currently writing (i'm so excited!!!) and it's a Tony analysis throughout his life and how it got to him asking Ziva's hand :') can't wait to finish it, actually. I really like this one.
here's a snippet:
Tony doesn’t tell a soul, but when they wake up the next morning with his arm curled around her waist, he can’t control the urge to leave everything behind and stay like that forever.  Paris is such a dangerous place for lovers.  But perhaps even more if you’re planning on leaving the next day.  There should be a small jewelry shop nearby, right? He dozes back to sleep before he can act upon any foolishness. 
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charles-edwin · 8 months
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Oh no! I hate to see that you might leave! Thank you for being a friend the past few years I get so happy seeing you and I hate that people are ruining stuff you love. If you stay or go I hope we can talk again. Ily ❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️
hi tati dear!!!! i might still leave but the blog is staying, that’s good news, right? aldkksksks
thank YOU for your company and your spam likes akdkskdk they always make me really happy!!!
i hate that people are ruining stuff for me too. who allowed them to win 🫠🫠🫠😂😂😂
of course!!! if i go, i’m taking at least 35 mutuals with me 😂😂😂😂😂
love you the most!!!! 🧡🧡🧡
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aloharyda · 2 months
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Girl is in LOVE
both characters are women
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vanhelsingapologist · 10 months
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I am loathe to say it’s the Devil’s taste.
Finally got around to redesigning my PC Tatyana. She’s my main character, but as mentioned, I haven’t gotten to play Demetria in campaign for a bit because she’s been sealed up in Ravenloft with another PC. I’ve said it before but my DM had every one of their players make two characters right off the bat in case of death. So far, I think everyone except one has had to play their backup because of temporary/permanent death or incapacitation. Smart move, then! I love playing Emilia but I miss Dima!
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littlepikmins · 10 months
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It's crazy to me that for the Tales of Zestiria and Black Clover crossover, they had Sorey and Mikleo cosplay Magna and Luck
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daniigh0ul · 3 months
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oc evolution tag: tati
oct 2023 vs march 2024
wow the improvement in both quality and style. also, tati looks so much like herself in the current one !!
ty for the tag @elderwisp <3
tagging: @madebycoffee @sirianasims @starry-spell @stillgotme @crownsofesha @honeyjars-sims
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vaedar · 1 day
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𝐎𝐎𝐂; The in laws have been staying with us for a while now ( and still have a while longer until they can leave pls send help ). But wanted to drop by to say I will return now for the summer, especially for when the HotD season 2 effect kicks in and the RP people pop back. Hope everyone's been doing great and I miss you all! Thank you for the patience, as always <3
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trentskis · 11 months
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beatleswings · 8 months
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Another drawing I did of Navarro's mom when she was young, around the 1930s. Tried to give this an old photograph feel to it. I hope to draw more of the Navarro parents soon, at least of them together!
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honeybcj · 1 month
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t4t evanreg… enter a double ended dildo (or two)… you fill in the blanks
tatiiiii oh my god yes please. reg is like “guess what i got today?” and evan knows that can only mean one thing…they waste absolutely no time getting into the bedroom. i just imagine evan getting carried away with fingering reg until reg is whining, gripping the dildo all like “come on ev please can we use it? please?” evan caves of course because he’s desperate to give it a go. i need to think about this more.
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intrepidacious · 8 months
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SSS: Bucky + Haircut
good this time | b.b.
a/n: i see this scene so clearly in my mind and i didn't have enough space to do it justice here so i will probably write it again one day. for now, this'll do. title was taken from this poem
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Did you forget, the man in the mirror whispers, with that empty, almost-mad glint in his eye even as his face stays stoic, like ice, like a mask made of ice, Did you forget that we are the same, you and I? And he's wearing your clothes and he's parting your teeth with his snarl and when he lifts his hand, so do you. So why do you feel he's still lying?
Why does he look like a monster when you're sure that you're not; you're sure, you're sure, you're … are you, though, really, because when you listen inside you hear the voice that's taunting you and it’s familiar and foreign like that face in the mirror, and apart from that, there's silence, silence and something hollow, something carved out that should be flesh and bone, but what was it?
It should be easier than this, you think, it used to be easier, didn't it, you used to be more than this; more than a shudder running down your spine, his spine, there's something wrong about what you're seeing and you can't quite make it out, but when you grit your teeth enough and you close your eyes, the hint of a memory flits past them and your fingers curl around the knife in front of you.
It's sharp.
You blink, your breath shuddering, because when it’s done, this image in front of you is one you know, different but still familiar, like a song you haven't listened to in years: Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, and you are no longer the Winter Soldier.
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charles-edwin · 11 months
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The way I'd die for Gawin I love that man so lol
I need to actually watch shows this year I read 20 books instead lol I've missed that our skyy even came out 😂
tatiiiii!!! hi!!! i love him too 🥺🥺🥺 wish him the best!!!
20 books omg!!! no but, if you’re vibing with reading and it legit makes you happy, you don’t have to watch shows right now akdkskkd they’ll always be there anyways! our skyy is on youtube whenever if you feel like it. today or 2030 akdjakdjksks
do what makes you happy!!! ❤️💙
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skytowerart · 2 years
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It's them the Mondstadt boys!!
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stxleslyds · 4 months
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AY I did not see this in my notificationssssss 😭thank you for the tag @kevbree ! OH a song for every letter in my url you say? Do I just type the first letter and hope for the best? I am doing that!
S - Svartalfheim from God Of War: Ragnarok T - The Last Of Us by Gustavo Santaolalla X - ??? nothing unless Ed Sheeran's X album counts! L - Lowlands Away from Assassin's Creed 4 E - Everybody Loves Somebody by Frank Sinatra S - Shelf by Jonas Brothers L - La Bachata by Manuel Turizo Y - Yendo A La Casa De Damian by Cuarteto de Nos D - Day 'N' Nite from Moon Knight S - Strut From The Cheetah Girls 2
Never normal about anything is very Tati core let me tell you! I am going to tag @hood-ex :)
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narcolini · 1 year
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for brothers - 2.5
angel reyes x oc: tatiana ‘pidge’ clarke (& bonus EZ), 1476 words
previous part here <3
for day 4 of whumpril: Needle & Ache
mention of injuries, needles
a/n: i didnt really feel like this was part 3 title worthy cause it sort of feels like an extended extra scene from the last part so, here we are !
tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @darqchilddaydreamz​ 
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The nurse is back again, no, it’s a different one, with a deep soothing voice that doesn’t disturb Tati’s dozing half as much as the last did. She’s muttering by EZ’s bedside, complaining about the IV, or something, the position of the drip line into his skin. Not that an untrained person would notice.
Tati should rouse herself, really, to inquire, to be polite, but the glue of her eyelids is impenetrable. It’d taken almost an hour to even get to this point. Slouched in a chair—PVC seat covers, backboard like a plank of wood—with her eyes shut, her mind wavering somewhere between sleep and consciousness. She’d been awake for hours: by the time they’d got EZ to the hospital, and then waited, waited, and waited and—
‘Sorry to do this, darling,’ the nurse whispers, for both sleepers’ sakes. ‘Only a pinch.’
But a needle is never a pinch when it’s into the vein.
EZ stirs once she breaks the skin, jolting hard enough to make the nurse hush him, and rattle the shit they’ve got him hooked up to, which is what finally forces Tati to wake herself. She can’t be any real comfort to him while she’s asleep, like the dead weight of a dog on the rug. 
Her back cracks as she stretches it, unable to meet the straight position of her seat again afterwards. Back into the slouch she goes, tired, but eyes open now. EZ can’t boast the same; she’s missed the window where his eyes inched open, startled, can only see them closed again, as they have been this entire time.
‘Everything okay?’ she asks the nurse, clearing the lost sleep from her throat.
‘Mhm.’ She fiddles with the IV, only glancing at Tati long enough to shoot her a sympathetic look. ‘You should go home, honey, get some rest. We’ll look after him well enough while you’re gone.’
‘No, it’s okay. I’ve only been here for a little bit.’ On her own, that is, so it’s not entirely a lie. She’d had Angel for company before then, bouncing his knees in the seat beside hers.
‘Hm, sure,’ the nurse replies, more sarcastic than should really be allowed, but genial still. Like they’re friends already. ‘Well, he’s gonna be here a long time.’
Without improvement, she means. Long enough, but stable enough, to warrant breaks from the watch.
Still. She can wait. ‘I know, it’s okay.’
‘I asked her to stay,’ EZ croaks, more present than both women had expected him to be. ‘I know,’ he tries to smile, ‘selfish of me.’
And not true in the slightest. That’s the first time he’s spoken since they’d found him, the first time he’s been conscious enough to bother with the effort of it. He might be out for a while, the doctor had said, could sleep until his body’s recovered. But there he is, now, eyes closed but talking still, moving, if only minutely. A twitch of his lip, a chanced deep breath.
‘As long as you’re eating and drinking well, darling,’ the nurse instructs, with the weight of a mother, before patting EZ’s legs in farewell. ‘I’ll be around if you need me.’
‘Of course, thank-you.’ Tati nods, standing as the nurse passes, and waits until the door’s closed again to approach the bed herself.
Hey, feels absurd, now she’s standing at the foot of it, her hands on the rails. How d’you feel, seems all together insane. She can see how he feels. It’s printed in his face, in the stiffness of his body under the sheets, in the fucking beeping of the machines that he’s connected to. He shouldn’t be alive, wouldn’t be, if they didn’t get to him when they did. From the injuries he already had, or whatever else was to come.
It was the lungs that would’ve got him. Not that she understands the ins and outs of it all, but when a doctor says something like that, it sticks. It was the lungs.
‘How bad is it?’ EZ asks, saving her from having to start it herself. He isn’t looking still, but he must feel her there, hovering.
‘God.’ She rubs her eyes, palms twisting in the sockets. ‘I don’t even know, honestly. Concussion,’ she lists, ‘broken ribs, fluid on the lungs…Angel’s got it all memorised.’ Every detail, every risk and every good chance he has, too.
‘Is he here?’
No, but he should be, and he hasn’t been long gone. ‘Bishop wanted to see him,’ she answers, careful with it. Bishop wanted to throttle him, would’ve been a truer turn of phrase. The threat of his own life is the only thing that pulled Angel away in the first place. ‘I don’t think he’ll be long.’
EZ’s eyes open again—or eye, rather, just the one—half-lidded and set upon her. He’s waiting for an explanation. She won’t make him waste the sparse energy he has on asking it of her, as reluctant as she is.
‘We didn’t exactly go about this the way Bish wanted us to,’ she says. Lay the words carefully and the foundation will hold. ‘There’s some loose-ends to tie up, I think.’
He attempts to sit, wincing at the slightest movement. Failing. ‘What’s that mean?’
‘Don’t worry about it now.’
‘You two got me out alone?’
She almost preferred when he was sleeping. He couldn’t plant accusation in his tone, then, but maybe he’s earned the honesty. Things can hardly get worse than they already are.
‘Yeah.’ She sighs, and moves to the right of his bed to help with the pillows. If she lifts one of them higher, behind his back, that’s it, like that, he can sit up easier. ‘Angel took out one of Canche’s guys. Which is the issue, probably.’
‘He what?’ He coughs, which costs him as much as it scares her. They pause to let him recover, her breath held, his wheezing. ‘Fucking idiot, man,’ he forces, through the bite of his teeth.
‘I don’t know,’ she says, lingering by the head of the bed now. ‘It all seems like bullshit after seeing how they left you.’
He doesn’t agree, somehow, even while he’s lying in the hospital bed, half dead himself.
‘It was life or death, EZ. We chose life.’
‘And death,’ he corrects, triggering an eye roll from Tati that he definitely deserves, injuries or no injuries.
Before she can tell him he’s being pedantic, ungrateful, even, the door opens again. Far too brusk to be a nurse, or anyone with real care. Angel, back and panting like he’d run from the lot. He looks at EZ, stares even, his mouth flopping open with words he can’t form, before setting a mean scowl in her direction.
‘I told you to text me when he wakes up.’
Tati stutters, head shaking. ‘It’s been like three minutes, dude.’
‘Hey, Angel,’ EZ says, and if his face was less bruised, he’d probably be smiling with it.
‘Hey.’ He’s frozen at the foot, where she was earlier, a catch in his throat that he has to force back down. ‘You had me nervous, little bro. Thought you were heading into a fucking coma.’
EZ tries and fails at a shrug. ‘Had to come back and beat your ass for killing people you shouldn’t,’ he says. He wants it to be a joke, cocky, but it comes out sad instead. Limp. He can’t put enough energy into the words to make it sound light.
‘Yeah, in three to six months,’ Angel replies, over compensating, really. ‘You’re busted, bro.’
Tati smiles, but really, it’s as sad as EZ’s joke was. ‘I’ll let you two catch up.’
‘You sure?’
The question comes twice, parroted by the both of them.
‘Yeah, I need to sleep,’ she laughs, ‘like, vertically. Feels like I’m gonna collapse.’
EZ nods, a fraction of the way, with a thank-you waiting behind his lips, no-doubt. The shake of her head is what stops him, the squeeze of his hand lets him know that she hears it anyway.
‘Wait.’ Angel catches her by the door. ‘Water, food, sleep. In that order.’
On another day, she’d clown him for that. For acting like it’s his job to look after her still. On today, she just nods, and pulls him into a hug he doesn’t expect, but needs. She holds it a moment, until she feels the touch of his lips to her cheek, then pulls away again.  
‘I’ll text you when I’m human,’ she says. ‘So you can fill me in on what Bish said.’
He snorts. ‘Wasn’t much. Just telling me how much of a damn fool I am, how much mess I’ve made.’
‘The usual, then?’
He smiles, soft and forgiving. The first relief of the whole experience. ‘Yeah,’ he says, ‘same old shit.’
Same old Angel that she can’t shake and never would.
‘I’ll see you later,’ she says, final, before slipping out of the room.
>>> part three
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