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nellavee · 2 years
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if i punched you in the heart
would you even feel it?
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httpiastri · 7 months
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them!!!!!
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boilingdreamland · 1 year
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The fact that Papa Titan was able to make himself reasonably Dad-sized to be able to speak to Luz on her level means so much to me
King will never get to big to be hugged.
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mikakuna · 1 month
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to each their own but to see jason as anything other than someone who breaks down crying when someone is tender and loving with him is illegal
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klein-sodor-bahn · 4 months
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TW: Blood
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Flying Kipper Crash (engine accurate Human AU)
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He’s crawling away from the wreckage. Scared of what is going to happen to him. He can only crawl because his side rods were badly damaged.
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moonchild-in-blue · 5 months
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GUYS!! Guess who got the big Blåhaj shark from IKEA for Secret Santa??
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Me. I did. 🥺🦈
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toska-writes · 6 months
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“Foggy Memories”
Summary: Days blurred together, one after the other. It was getting hard to remember what was real and what was just a figment of Crosshair’s imagination
Pairing: Crosshair x platonic padawan reader (ITS ALL PLATONIC)
Warning: nothing really Just some angst!
Word Count: 1061
Notes: I feel like that audio that goes “I’m me again, it feels like it’s been years.” Writing this brought a smile to my face as I realized how much I enjoyed doing these before! Thank you to all the support that still happens on this page even if I’ve been inactive, it’s crazy to me and I love you all for it!
Requests are open again! Or just send a message if you want I love to receive them
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His eyelids were becoming harder and harder to keep open. Crosshairs mind trying to block out what happened before... what did happen?
Cross' furrowed his brows trying to remember as his knees were tucked closely to his chest.
More water from the stormy planet of Kamino woke him up from his daze.
"Cross?" It took the clone a moment to recognize Omegas voice. Moving his head slowly to look over his shoulder, he watched as his brothers and commander playing in the puddles on the landing pad.
That can't be right
Omegas smile didn't leave her face as she continued to stare at Crosshair. It never seemed too.
"Are you going to join us?" Her voice was light. Crosshair could have sworn it was different. Something changed. It wasn't this happy.
Something tugged at his insides as Crosshair shook his head no. "I'm not feeling to good right now." His voice was gravely and strained, how long had he been there?
Omega gave a small shrug and returned to the fun that seemed to be behind Cross.
The sun started to set, once again, over the endless ocean that could have gone to the ends of the galaxy. He wanted to close his eyes, to bask in the dying sun since something inside him said this was the last chance.
A figure sat down next to him. The slight bump of their shoulder felt like a soft trace of the wind. "It's ok Cross." He could recognize his old commanding padawan better, their voice was as familiar as his own reflection.
He slightly looked over, they sat the same was as Cross trying to get some cover from the wind.
Crosshair could only look for a moment, that's what he was good at doing anyways, this time the memory feeling familiar.
"We're alright." You continued, a small smiled pulled at the edges of your lips. The clone only nodded his head, but something in his eyes told you he was comforted by your words.
Your own gaze now fell to the warm hues of the sun. Taking a breath in of the salty air you spoke once again. "Can't you believe it Cross? That the wars over?"
Despite his sluggish mind Crosshair snapped his head towards your direction.
No. He was there when the war was announced over. When the Jedi were announced...
But there you were, sitting next to him on the cool landing pad.
"I've dreamed of this," You continued as if you didn't pick up on the confusion radiating off Crosshair. "What are we going to do?"
Your old smiled calmed Cross' nerves, some things don't change.
"We can go anywhere we want." Youre tone was in a dreamy whispers as you thought of the possibilities.
"We can't." Crosshairs' own voice grated against his ears. His mind was foggy but the memories that stained his past seemed to play over and over again.
"The empire-" His words were cut off as you stared at him with a quizzical look. When someone was teaching you something new, or plans were being explained again, you had the same expression now.
Laughter erupted from the others as Wrecker laid flat of his back slipping from the slick surface bellow.
The urge to join his brothers ate up Crosshair, but his tired body refused to move him. Thats when he knew something was off. The energy and excitement his brothers, his family all seemed to have were odd. Crosshair caught himself thinking over the days before but came up empty handed.
You laughed along with them, turning towards Cross. The word Crosshair spoke seemed to unbothered you as you returned your gaze to him.
In the absence of his clear mind Crosshair found himself asking the question. "Why are we still here?"
His commanders soft eyes scanned his face. For a moment Cross thought as if they would reach out with a comforting hand, but it never touched him.
"You can come with us Cross." The unmistakable voice of Hunter rang from behind the pair.
Omega was glued to Hunters side with the rest of his squad lined up next to the sergeant.
He looked to Tech, the brother that he acted like annoyed him, but who Cross would do anything in the entire galaxy to hear explain something new he researched again.
His eyes shifted to Wrecker. The one who made the war seem lighter and everything less scary. His deep laugh seemed lifetimes away now, but the soft smile he was giving Crosshair now could lighten his spirits in an instant.
Hunter and Omega, the brother he can't help but admit that he looked up too, one he could never fathom living without. It was true when Crosshair said he would follow his commands to the ends of the galaxy.
Omega with a pure smile and heart, one that hasn't yet seemed to give up on Crosshair.
A faint smile ghosted his lips, the thought of them staying with him warmed him against the salty winds.
To you, now he looked. The commander that got under his skin in the best way, the one he caught himself looking out for in different missions and the only nat born he could say he was fond of.
"Please come with us Cross." Your voice was darker, graver now. The sound of rain now pounded the landing pad as your pleas were lost to the wind. "I don't want to loose you to."
This was too close. A memory his foggy brain was trying to forget. This was too close to what really happened. 
Crosshair's legs unfolded from his body as in a stumbled he pushed himself up and looked over his shoulder.
His feet caught him in a moment, looking up to where his brothers stood before. Now it was completely void of anything.
The sun seemed to disappear as the reality of the stormy night crashed into Crosshair . Alone.
In a frenzy Crosshair snapped his head to find his padawan gone as well. Everything was gone. What was new?
His legs shook under the cold wind, his knees giving out and dropping him the landing pad bellow.
"I'm sorry Cross" the words either said by something for carried by the wind itself whispered into his ear.
Oh yeah... he could remember now. But how many days has he really been alone?
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shardkn1ght · 1 year
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Someone from tiktok wanted a hug from my disigne of future Raph!
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boyrobott · 8 months
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if angels aren't real then explain these images to me
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clownsuu · 1 year
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You really like bug character’s it seems lol
Don't call me out dawg I'm still in denial 😔🥄🥄🥄🥄
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Hear me out. Michael is a softy who just wants love and cuddles and warm food and love and care and patience and a comfy bed and love and a home and adoration and love and comfort and praise and did I mention love? He just needs someone to pet his hair, kiss his forehead and hold him tight.
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solosikoasgf · 1 year
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solo sikoa on wwe's the bump
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Why cant a girl just like. Put my head on her chest... and play with my hair... maybe kiss my forehead. like please?!?!?!?
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illiana-mystery · 7 months
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The intensity in his eyes is so hot.
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sleepy-aletheas · 2 days
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I love the delicate balance of intelligent antagonists falling for schemes.
On one hand they can sniff out any ill intention, any attempt at deception, expect the unexpected and have precaution after precaution for every situation. But then there is always that one flaw, that nick in their armour, the blind spot in their reasoning that the protagonist can and will exploit that unravels every calculation and tosses the carefully build confidence out the window, and they panic so hard, they become reckless.
Sunday is cunning, he knows a lot of stuff, and has a great ambition he is hungry, even desperate, for. He will do anything to achieve it, be it climb the ladder to rule over all, or go against his own sister, who is one of his more apparent weaknesses.
And yet he fell into Aventurine's trap like a curious mouse, blinded by Aven casually tossing Robin's "death" as a bargaining chip, scrapping the nerves raw and chipping at the armour until Sunday snapped. Sure, he probably wanted to bind Aven to "harmony" anyway so he could get to his goal, and getting rid of the IPC ambassador along the way; but it also was a punishment for treating his dead sister like she was nothing of importance to anyone. So he missed the convenient double cornerstone, the betrayal, the performance of it all. He didn't question if the Stonehearts truly were a worse mess than The Family, and he didn't question if a renowned intelligent man was about to fool him with his colleague. He thought he knew it all, and then some more, and when the rug got pulled under his feet, his patience and dedication to stealthily work around the obstacles for his plan pretty much snapped with each new information he got.
Sunday didn't lose his cunning nature or smarts because of this, if anything, he became more than a figurehead of The Family, more than an ideal leader of the Dreamscape; instead he became human. His biggest weakness was his need for the ambition that he clung to, because he never learned, never was allowed to learn, that help from others can bring strength enough to go on your own, and a flightless bird doesn't have to try and fly, some just walk and are okay too.
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murdergrandpa · 2 years
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big boy go uppy??
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