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caracarnn · 7 months

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‘✩’ - aviendha tothedevilsshow

ship meme thing - @tothedevilsshow

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Aveindha Who threatens to leave but never actually does? neither Who actually keeps their word and leaves? n/a Who trashes the house? neither Do either of them get physical? neither honestly How often do they argue/disagree? it really depends on what the topic is Who is the first to apologise? Rand apologizes first even if he's unsure if it'll work

Sex:

Who is on top? they switch Who is on the bottom? see above Who has the strangest desires? neither? Any kinks? n/a Who’s dominant in bed? Rand Is head ever in the equation? Yes If so, who is better at performing it? Rand initiates it plenty Ever had sex in public? nope. Who moans the most? Aviendha Who leaves the most marks? neither. Who screams the loudest? neither? Who is the more experienced of the two? Rand Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? both Rough or soft? I'd say somewhere in the in between but reaching towards rough more How long do they usually last? as long as Rand manages Is protection used? rarely Does it ever get boring? NEVER Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? igloo idk really

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? they have kids already If so, how many children do your muses want/have? see above Who is the favorite parent? Rand Who is the authoritative parent? Aviendha Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Rand Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Rand Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? either one Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Aviendha Who changes the diapers? both Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Aviendha Who spends the most time with the children? Both Who packs their lunch boxes? Aviendha (poor kids) Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Rand Who cleans up after the kids? Aviendha Who worries the most? Rand Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Rand

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Aviendha pretends she doesn't Who is the little spoon? Rand Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Rand for sure lol Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Rand How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? neither would get uncomfortable Who gives the most kisses? Rand What is their favourite non-sexual activity? spending time with their kids trumps everything else Where is their favourite place to cuddle? on the couch in their room Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Rand How often do they get time to themselves? a short amount at night

Sleeping:

Who snores? If both do, who snores the loudest? neither Do they share a bed or sleep separately? they share If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? sometimes they cozy up but other times they sleep separate Who talks in their sleep? Rand mightWhat do they wear to bed? Rand wears his pants and sometimes a robe right before. Aviendha sleeps naked lol Are either of your muses insomniacs? Rand is Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Rand would have these unfortunately Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? side by side Who wakes up with bed hair? Aviendha esp once she grows it out Who wakes up first? they both get up early Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Rand might have once or twice What is their favourite sleeping position? she usually sleeps on her side near to him and Rand sleeps on his back Who hogs the sheets? neither Do they set an alarm each night? Nope. Can a television be found in their bedroom? Yes Who has nightmares? Rand Who has ridiculous dreams? Rand. he dreams too much Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Rand does Who makes the bed? Aviendha What time is bed time? it really depends on the day Any routines/rituals before bed? they watch tv Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? neither

Work:

Who is the busiest? they both are Who rakes in the highest income? Rand Are any of your muses unemployed? nope Who takes the most sick days? neither Who is more likely to turn up late to work? neither Who sucks up to their boss? neither What are their jobs? Aviendha owns her own fighting school and Rand runs his own tech company Who stresses the most? Rand Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?they enjoy it Are your muses financially stable? yes

Home:

Who does the washing? Aviendha Who takes out the trash? Rand Who does the ironing? Aviendha Who does the cooking? Aviendha Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? neither actually Who is messier? neither Who leaves the toilet roll empty? neither Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Rand will toss rando things around sometimes Who forgets to flush the toilet? neither Who is the prankster around the house? they don't really prank Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? neither Who mows the lawn? Rand Who answers the telephone? Aviendha Who does the vacuuming? Aviendha Who does the groceries? Aviendha Who takes the longest to shower? Rand Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Rand

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? nope How many cars do they own? two or three Do they own their home or do they rent? own Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? neither Do they live in the city or in the country? the city but it's more of a suburban area Do they enjoy their surroundings? sometimes What’s their song? until I found you ; stephen sanchez What do they do when they’re away from each other? rand works or spends time with the kids. aviendha works or spends time with family and the kids Where did they first meet? she was his daughter's fighting tutor Who spends the most money when out shopping? Rand Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Rand does Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Aviendha Any mental issues? Rand has enough for them both Who’s terrified of bugs? neither Who kills the spiders around the house? Rand Their favourite place? at home. where their kids are Who pays the bills? Aviendha Do they have any fears for their future? their relationship is wracked with worries Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Rand Who uses up all of the hot water? Rand Who’s the tallest? RAND even though Aviendha is really tall too Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Rand Who wanders around in their underwear? I mean Aviendha likes being naked Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? neither What do they tease each other about? she'll tease him about his stubbornness usually Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? neither he cringes at her furniture choices Do they have mutual friends? yes most of their friends are mutual Who crushed first? it happened pretty evenly Any alcohol or substance related problems? nope Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Rand probably Who swears the most? Rand

#.answered meme #sh. shade of my heart ; tothedevilsshow #v. again the ending #fml i heart

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daenerysies · 2 months

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something something ‘feminine’ female characters being deserving of all things good and righteous and holy because of them overcoming their suffering by working within the system that hurts them using their wiley feminine attributes and charm something something ‘masculine’ female characters being villainized for fighting outside the constraints of the system they’re still subjected to in a more hands on approach and being victims of similar if not the same circumstances as their ‘feminine’ female peers but it doesn’t count for some reason because they don’t suffer as prettily as their counterparts something something

#asoiaf #rhaenyra targaryen #daenerys targaryen #arya stark #lyanna stark #brienne of tarth #can we like. not do this shit ever again?#i *loathe* the feminine v masculine arguments #why are you appropriating harmful stereotypes onto women?#wack ass #women are women at the end of the day #whether they’re gnc or trans or any other label #all deserving of a better life #what’s not clicking

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sea-buns · 9 months

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wow... what a season. it feels weird to say that this little 6-episode side quest, in all of the 19 seasons of d20, is one of my favorites they've ever done but it just is. it had all the stakes and humor and drama that you could possibly want, all balanced with an incredible cast of players. the table chemistry was excellent, the characters were so perfectly themselves, the TROPES were OFF THE CHARTS!

i can't quite remember the last time i finished something and ached so sharply for there to be more. i just know I'm gonna be thinking about this one for a long time

#i didnt delay watching the ep like i normally would so i feel like ill end up delaying making posts about it instead lol #i dont WANT to. i have lots of thoughts id like to share. but also once i get started putting them to words im gonna get WAY off track.#lots of revising will need to be done.#the adhd is strong with this one.#v excited to continue collecting cool art and fanfics tho. ever since trw ive been on the verge of picking up writing again #and i fear the worst for my already terribly hectic behaviors when it comes to hyperfixation consumption #dimension 20 #d20 #mentopolis

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hitlikehammers · 2 days

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Steve Harrington: The Boy Who Never Belonged Anywhere

🖤steddie🖤 — and yeah okay it does kinda start out w a little emotional whump (also please let me emphasize the TEMPORARY character death that MIGHT NOT EVEN BE REAL IN THE FIRST PLACE 👀)

To say Steve’s never felt like he belonged, like he ever really fit anywhere, would be inaccurate.

Because he’d have to know what it meant to fit somewhere at all, in order to know that he was failing at it, like, specifically.

Failure in general, though: that Steve is more than accustomed to. That is all his in fucking spades—and not for lack of trying for better. He watches the other kids at the piano recitals; he cannot perform sufficiently to escape his mother’s exasperation. He listens to his classmates, the ones from families his parents approve of, tries to learn their phrasings, their flippance, their disdain for things Steve doesn’t understand as deserving of the hate his parents show: still his father rages, still Steve weathers his disappointment as a rule. So he does try: less to fit, maybe, and more to blend. To be inoffensive. To maybe just…be forgotten. To fade into the backdrop.

Everything in his life, really, he does to this end: match them. Be like them. Be good but not too good. Don’t draw attention. Fit in, finally, if you’re lucky—someday.

Don’t aim to belong, lest you set yourself up for disappointment.

He knows enough of disappointment; he’s not interested in making any more.

So Steve swims where he stays in a lane, and he dribbles a ball in the confines of a court. Shoots it even, though he’s not always sure why it matters, but he chalks it up to the truth of ‘most things’: he doesn’t understand it because he doesn’t quite fit, and that’s probably explanation enough.

He sits at the table at lunch with the people from the families with names his parents don’t frown at. He makes his hair look like the actors in the magazines, the ones that enough people seem to like to merit a place on the cover, to earn the right to make money for a company because money is important—another thing Steve doesn’t wholly comprehend, but his father screams less when there is more money and screams a lot more when even a little bit of it is lost so Steve adds it to the list of things he’ll never understand because he doesn’t fit.

He dates, because that’s what everyone else does. It isn’t unpleasant. It’s more just a thing. He dates Nancy Wheeler because his father mentioned once that a prize hard won was a prize tripled in worth and Steve wants to do things that are worth something. Steve thinks maybe enough worth will mould him into the right shape. To fit.

He’s wrong, in the end.

But it ends up with him being confused instead, in gradual steps in the middle: he ends up being confused by wanting to protect.

He’s never really felt that urge before but it feels natural, and it feels stronger than other feelings do; than other ones have. Stronger than winning. Stronger than dating. Stronger than pleasure. Stronger than wanting.

He wonders—only briefly, but he does wonder—if this is what they mean when they talk about ‘fit’. If this is just another word for ‘belonging’. Like a…a cinnamonym. Or whatever it’s called.

It isn’t, he does ultimately realize, but it fills something in him anyway. It doesn’t make him fit everywhere, but it moulds him like Play-Doh, or silly putty, to fit…here. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not as he’d dreamed or hoped. Maybe not like he imagined from all the stories and movies and shit. But.

It’s a kind of fit. Protecting is a type of belonging, he thinks. Yeah

It’s good. It’s a good thing.

But it really does cement the simple fact that everything in Steve’s life—whether it landed him closer or farther away from the idea of belonging in any of it, of being able maybe to live itself at all: but everything he chooses, everything he tries, everything he does and makes of himself, brings into being as proof that he’s here?

Is only ever for anything and anyone but himself.

He considers the kids as anomalies, as proof against the rule: they provide no social clout—in reality they damage his standing with the people his parents deem worth courting for opinion. They fill up Steve’s chest, though, but: it’s protection, first and foremost. The belonging of keeping safe.

Then there’s Robin, and she’s the closest he’s even known to something that could be other, something that could be new. Sometimes it feels like her cells are made of the same ill-fitting star-stuff that Steve’s cursed with but no part of Robin is a curse, Robin Buckley is only a gift and that makes it confusing, so confusing—

He still needs to protect her, above nearly all things, but the way she doesn’t merely fill his chest but comes to live inside it? That is new. And maybe Steve still doesn’t fit, or belong, but: Robin fits under his ribs, and he belongs inside hers just the same and…that might not be what anyone wanted from him. But it’s something.

And yeah, maybe circumstance chooses it for him first, but: he holds on of his own volition. It’s his own whole-ass choice to never ever let her go.

So it’s something.

Though: after—not long, but still after, long enough after that Steve knows a little what he’s looking for, the full-feeling that makes his ribs like a breastplate, that…that he protects with all that he is but maybe for the first time, also protects him. Make an armor of his chest and holds him close, makes him laugh and feel light, and see colors he didn’t know existed; makes him feel weightless like the ground’s no longer beneath his feet.

It’s this…undeniable taste of what it means to belong, and he knows that for reasons he cannot point toward or give a name to. But he knows. This is belonging.

Belonging, inside the one and only thing in Steve’s whole life that he has ever chosen for himself: the beautiful man with eyes beyond nighttime, elusive and enchanting, selling him something that might take the edge off, the sting of still failing to fit.

When he finds, over days, and then weeks, is that fit is exactly the word for how he falls into Eddie Muson’s arms, how his dick disappears between Eddie Munson’s lips, how Eddie’s slicked-up cock slides between the cleft of Steve’s ass—close, close but not yet, baby, not yet, let’s savor the journey there; this.

This is what it means to belong, with absolutely no reasons pushing him toward it, toward them; in fact maybe more reasons pull him back, even, because Eddie Munson is the opposite of the family names his parents approve of, Eddie Munson is the opposite of maybe anything that anyoneapproves of, at least among the people who care about approving at all and that’s…that’s maybe the most amazing thing Steve’s ever learned and found, this freedom, this beauty, this man and the soul of him like champagne if it were soda pop, common maybe but only on the surface, hidden from view and so so sweet, so so rich in ways that really matter but bubbling always, a constant carbonated effervescence in Steve’s heart and his lungs and his bones and his veins, it is something—

It’s one of the best and most incredible somethings Steve could possibly imagine.

And Steve chose it all for himself. Steve clings to it, savors it just like he’s asked—loves inside it, all for himself.

He thinks he wants to offer his heart to Eddie. He’s already lost it, he’s pretty sure of that, but…he thinks there’s something in giving it, in finding a tiny break in the fullness of his ribs to reach inside and cradle it like an offering.

And then the universe, or whatever makes certain that his world, his life, is shaped not-to-fit as a rule: it reminds him.

Because Eddie sees a cheerleader snapped in half. And Eddie’s on the run, but not into Steve’s arms. And Eddie’s separated from him, for no good fucking reason when his soul’s hurting, aching for in; when his heart’s ready to be offered, Steve found the crack, he’s reached in and he’s reaching out with it cupped in his hands, just, just please—

And then Eddie’s gone. Eddie’s dead. And nothing belongs. Nothing fits. Moving’s not made for here. Breathing’s anathema.

Steve’s heart falls to the ground, untended. Insignificant.

And when it’s all said and done, Steve looks at the sky, knows that’s not where the cause of any of this lies if there’s a cause to it at all, but he blinks, and he cannot cry because he’s drowning in the tears on the inside but they don’t fit here either, so all he can do at all is blink and he lets go: of the wanting. Of the trying. Of the pushing to be anything but what he is, and was always meant to be. Will never be anything other than.

I get it. I see it. This world is not for me. I will never find my place. I tried, I asked for more and I lost. I understand.

I won’t make the same mistake again.

Secretly, though, where he drowns in his tears inside the breastplate of ribs still so full even if the protection’s turned rusted, leant into decay: secretly—

He cannot let go of Eddie Munson. He may be lost, and he may be as much the provenance of soil and dust, of the creatures there begging to consume without any care or concept of all that he meant; all that he means: Eddie may be no more than bound to the same fate as the heart Steve dropped to that same dirt, let it get ground into the earth to decay with his beloved, to be there with him always the only way that’s left, but—

Steve does not fit, will never belong, yet despite everything: he cannot let go of Eddie Munson.

He can’t yet comprehend that might be for a reason, let alone a reason that might just fit.

...part 2? 🧚‍♂️

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octoxicash · 29 days

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this is kinda shit cause i made it at 5am the other night and then passed the fuck out so its rlly not how i envisioned at all but i put too much effort in it for it to die in my files

#octoxicash arts #still figuring out how i wanna draw the v models #maybe ill redo this someday #i rlly liked this comic 10/10 will read again #ultrakill #utkl #dreams end come true #dect #ultrakill mirage #mirage ultrakill

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saltpepperbeard · 8 months

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what he says: fishermen and pirates are nothing alike

what he means: i'm scared. i'm so scared. and i'm unlovable. because i can't be what you want. i can't be who you want. i can't be anything for anyone at all.

i don't know myself anymore. the only thing i do know is that i want to be away from piracy. i want to be away from the violence, and the pressure, and the constant threats on life. i want to be away from the threat of losing you.

but look at you. look at us. you're thriving. and i'm running. you want all of this, and i want none of this. we've always been different, but now we're polar. you're leaping into all of this with open, excited arms, and i'm desperately careening to get out.

so why would there be space for me? why, when we're going in two opposite directions? why, when i'm exactly the opposite of what you seem to want right now?

fishermen and pirates are nothing alike. so you can't possibly want me anymore.

#OFMD #OFMD Season 2 #OFMD S2 Spoilers #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet #Edward Teach #Stede Bonnet #Revenge Rambles #...I was supposed to be gifing HSDKLJS #AM I???#NOPE #ENDED UP WATCHING SCENES AGAIN AND WHABAM GO THE THOUGHTS AGAIN #i feel like #if EVER i start with a 'what he says' or anything equivalent???#...V I O L E N C E SHDJKLSKS

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caracarnn · 3 months

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[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

He really did feel terrible. His entire body was tense with something akin to a fever and he wanted nothing more than to hide away for a few days. Although he was almost too sure that doing so would only be the same thing that he had been doing for sometime. Ever since his family had fallen apart and he had been left on his own he had hidden himself away. Behind work, behind stress, behind everything and anything except facing the outside world. Mat, however, knew more than anyone what went on when no one was around and there was no hiding things from him. Not when they were like brothers, more than anything. They knew each other inside out.

So when Mat stepped forward and reached his hand out to set it against Rand's forehead it was with giving over that Rand lowered his head. "Don't say anything. I know." He said because it was more than obvious that he was sick. He felt chills all over and he just wanted to sleep. But this really had been a good day and watching his kids play with Olver was something that he enjoyed to do. "Just let me stay a little while longer." - @luckhissoul

#.answered meme #.asks #luckhissoul #ch: mat cauthon #re. never alone ; luckhissoul #v. again the ending

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