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fallenbutch · 1 year
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sitting in the freezing cold in boxers hoodie and crocs, listening to taylor swift, smoking a cig, high as shit loving life
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xaviergalatis · 4 months
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myceliumsunshine · 4 months
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character is pretty cool, but when i tell the bot it's gay and it responds "not if i say no homo", then i feel like something is up
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dimlightprincess · 5 months
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So nakikinig lang kami ng stream kanina, tapos napunta sa mga bagay bagay tungkol sa lovelife, ganyan. Tapos meron nabanggit ung isang nagsasalita na kung hindi mo kaya magpakita ng mukha, itigil na daw ung talking stage chuchu. So yeah, nagoverthink ang lola mo. Hahahaha so maya maya, tinanong ko na si G, kung okay lang ba sakanya na ganito na muna kami, like walang identities, para lang kaming penpal ganyan. Sumagot siya ng okay lang sakanya, ganun. Na kalmahan ko lang daw, kasi wala pa daw un sakanya. Hahahahaha. Kasi sabi ko kung hindi sakanya okay un, maghahanap na ako ng way out. Hahahahaha magpapaalam na ako. So un buti okay lang sakanya. Hahahaha sobrang advance ko mag isip.
Pero sa tuwing maiisip ko na one day magsstop din to. Nalulungkot ako. At alam ko maglalasing ako nun. Hahahahahahahaha
Lord bakeeeeeeet, bakit mo hinayaan na makilala ko si G? Para san ba sya? Lesson ba sya? Haaaaayyy. Masaya ako ngayon, pero hanggang kailan? Haaaaayyyy
9yrs age gap is really big.
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scrmngtts · 8 months
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sighh.. past few days was very stressful for me.. idek where to start honestly.. but uhm i guess ill start how the day went on saturday.. sstill debating if i shud write this here cuz uhm idk if i wanna remember this.. or idk if i wanna reread this later.. but i know ill regret later if i dont.
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arcthriftjockey · 1 year
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This Nat guy has his own Room to Sleep in.
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heymrspatel · 5 months
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you like that? sweet, just like my big guy
for @gallavichthings kinktober 2023 prompts: food kink + bondage + sensory deprivation collection on tumblr & ao3
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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 17 days
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Harvest Moon: I don’t care what you think you are, I just know you’re not a friend because Bloody won’t bite you, you stupid ass.
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rorimoon9597 · 2 months
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You want to know something I love when it comes to angst?
When a character is being fostered by another, and character A never calls character B mum or dad. It's always their name.
But then A gets hurt, and B's right there, holding their hand, telling them that it's all going to be okay, and A calls B mum/dad. And B's shocked, but happy, and distraught all at the same time, and they promise their child to being them home.
Now imagine Jason being hurt badly and Bruce is there as Batman so he goes to comfort one of his children while the rest take care of the person who dared to hurt their brother, and Jason calls Bruce dad.
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xbalayage · 6 months
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Silvio and you definitely share flirty glances at one another across the room. Your relationship is filled with childish behavior, it's hard not to fall for each other even more. Often, you'll even get into tag wars that you initiate that Silvio just can't stop himself from losing, he'll always chase after you. His stamina and legs are unparalleled, he always ends up scooping you from running away too far and leaving kisses on your neck, smug and smiling about catching his little rabbit. You bring the child out of him and he enjoys that about you. He honestly looks forward to your play time between his working hours.
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food-log-life · 10 months
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おにぎり弁当🍙#昼食
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gimmeaglimmer · 6 months
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when Bruce says "I ain't nothing but tired" in Dancing in the Dark, I'm feeling that 😫
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apricior · 9 months
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18 for taakitz?? Or any other Taz ship of choice 🥰
Taako is a lot of things. He is a wizard, and a planar traveler, and he fought terrible monsters and saved the world. All things considered, he should not be scared of stepping foot into the kitchen for an audience for the first time in so long.
And still.
Here he stands, right about to enter his first cooking class as a teacher. Objectively, he knows that this fear is irrational, that he has faced horrors far more dangerous than a pot and a pan, but it’s still there, at the back of his head.
“So, are you ready?”
By sheer luck, Taako doesn’t visibly startle at the sound of Kravitz’s voice right beside him. He has no idea if he walked here or if he just showed up, but either way he had not sensed his presence.
“I was born ready, baby, I’m Taako, remember?” he says, a hand dramatically on his chest and trying to appear more confident than he feels.
Without a warning, cold hands cup his cheeks, and he feels Kravitz’s icy lips pressing against his for a couple of seconds. “You’re going to do great,” he says and, almost as if Kravitz had casted a spell, courage and determination fill every inch of his body. “Good luck!”
Kravitz disappears, and after a few seconds, Taako takes a deep breath and crosses the door.
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TAAKITZ ARE SO DEAR TO ME <333
[kiss prompts]
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moregraceful · 1 year
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[opens a fresh google doc at 11:30pm.] "i will write one hundred words of one scene and then go to bed." [emerges from my google doc at 2:30am with a three thousand word first draft of a fully completed fic.] "it is possible i have problems."
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insomnia has been back with a vengeance these past three days or so :(
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littleladymab · 2 years
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the FIRST of my May the 4th celebration fics is for @pizza-snake who asked for Skybridger & “I feel like I already know you”/first kiss. I got one sentence in my head and couldn’t get it out so I had to write this one first.
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The table explodes in laughter, and Ezra thinks oh, this is what has been missing. Well, there are a lot of things still missing, of course, things that will never be found again. But Luke's laughter rings at the perfect pitch with Hera's and Sabine's, he gives as good as he gets from Ketsu and Zeb, and he's perfectly content with Jacen in his lap. He's at home with the Ghost crew, knees pressed to Ezra's beneath the table, shoulder jostling into him when he laughs.
And maybe Ezra's more than a little smitten.
After dinner, Luke even offers to help with the dishes, though he's promptly chased out of the kitchen because guests don't help with the dishes.
("Make him part of the family already," Sabine mutters under her breath as she passes by Ezra to go take over on dish duty. "I could use a break."
Ezra elbows her, embarrassed, and hopes that no one overheard.)
"Are you okay?" Luke asks as they sit side by side, squeezed together on the porch swing, watching Chopper and Ketsu and Jacen engage in some bizarre game of tag. "You've been quiet."
"I'm fine," Ezra says, not really certain how to explain just what exactly he is feeling -- though he's certain that Luke probably has some sort of inkling. A mix of relaxed and weirdly nervous. "Do you want to go for a walk?"
Luke cocks his head to the side, as if considering if he wants to press. But in the end, he simply slips his hand into Ezra's and says, "Sure."
They have to get up at the same time, laughing at the accidental tangle of limbs that comes with being too close together. Ezra tries to slip into the house, hoping to avoid notice and pass out the back door into the fields beyond, but no such luck.
Jacen skids to a halt and calls, "Where are you going?"
"The tower," Ezra answers for lack of any real destination in mind. It's an effort to not call it his tower, because Hera has that look in her eyes she gets when she's worried about him not feeling at home.
The boy's eyes light up at the prospect. "I want to come!" Jacen chimes, hurrying towards the stairs to the porch.
"Sorry, kid," Ezra says, trying to squash the sudden jolt of fear of needing to let Jacen tag along when really, what he wants is just a moment alone with Luke. "Jedi business."
The excuse is weak, and they both know it. Jacen takes after his father in more ways than pure rambunctious spirit, and Ezra and Luke have already talked about what it would mean to have to train him.
Jacen frowns as soon as he's on the top stair, just a few steps away from where the other two are frozen (still hand in hand) by the door. "I'm a Jedi."
"Not yet you're not," Ezra argues back. "Come back when you have a lightsaber."
From her spot in the grass, Ketsu starts laughing so hard that she chokes. "Alright, big guy," she says and gestures to Jacen to rejoin her. "Your brother wants to go play with his lightsaber."
The insinuation goes right over Jacen's head, but lands squarely on Ezra. He feels himself go hot and cold all at once.
The worst part is that he can feel Luke's shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
Ezra groans and tries to tug his hand away, but Luke doesn't let him. "Don't encourage her!"
"I'm sorry, but you walked right into that one," Luke says.
"Yeah, yeah," Ezra grumbles. "Laugh it up, Skywalker."
Still, Jacen doesn't follow after them as Ezra leads Luke into the house -- though he does give a whine in protest that Hera quickly puts an end to with a soft word. The front door swings shut behind them, and the chatter from the porch becomes muffled, replaced by the gentle clink of dishes and the hum of the washer.
Ezra glances into the kitchen as they pass and spots Sabine and Kallus performing a well-structured dance around one another as they clean the kitchen.
He leaves them be and steps out through the back door and into the plains.
Luke trails a step behind, content to be led -- hand in hand.
Sabine and Ketsu. Zeb and Kallus. Hera and Jacen.
Ezra and Luke suddenly sounds too personal, too intimate, but he can't pull his hand away.
"What's wrong?" Luke asks suddenly into the silence between them.
When Ezra turns to look, Luke's hair is bathed almost silver in the light of the moons, and his pale eyes shine like stars. He's unfairly pretty, and okay, Ezra is more than completely smitten, and they're still holding hands.
Realizing that he's only staring and not answering, he looks away quickly. "Nothing."
He doesn't have to see Luke's face to know that he knows it's a lie. Still, Luke lets it pass.
Instead, Luke moves to stand side by side with Ezra as they resume their walk. "Thank you for inviting me."
"What? Oh. I guess. I… it feels silly now to have asked you to come. You've got more important things to do."
Luke gives him a look, one that Ezra both knows and can't quite figure out. "Of course I came. You said you were feeling lonely."
Ezra fights down the blush, but doesn't stop himself from hunching his shoulders up to his ears. "I didn't say that."
"Okay, so I read between the lines. But was I wrong?"
Ezra hunches his shoulders higher. No, he thinks. Luke wasn't wrong, which is the problem. Ezra's kept the loneliness to himself, just like he doesn't call the communications tower his tower and he doesn't talk about his nightmares.
This time, it's Luke who takes the lead, pulling ahead by a step and tugging Ezra along after him. "You know, I never really noticed how alone I was until I met you."
"You?" Ezra laughs despite himself. "You're the most popular guy in the galaxy. Everyone loves you."
"That doesn't mean that I'm not alone," Luke counters. He guides them to one of the large flat rocks that pepper the plains and finally releases Ezra's hand so that he can clamber up it.
They could jump if they wanted to, land perfectly atop it while being propelled by the Force. But instead the two of them scramble up the smooth, sloped surfaces on their own. There's plenty of space up here, but Luke continues to sit shoulder to shoulder with Ezra, crammed together like they were on the porch swing.
Luke tilts his face up towards the sky, and Ezra watches without even bothering trying to disguise what he's doing. "You know, the first time I visited Lothal, I knew this place would be important to me. I didn't know why for a long time. Not until that first night I stayed up talking with you, I think."
Ezra remembers that night, remembers the song his lightsaber made and how he felt that maybe, he could finally patch up all those scattered little pieces of himself. "Were my conversational skills that life-changing?" he jokes instead, and Luke ducks his head to laugh. Ezra reaches out before he can stop himself, brushing Luke's hair away from his face.
"No," Luke says without pulling away. In fact, he leans ever so slightly into Ezra's hand, into Ezra's space, eyes and hair washed by the moon. "It was when I saw you with the two moons over your shoulder as they were starting to set we had been up that late. I don't even remember what we were talking about--"
"I can't believe you were so distracted by the moons you didn't even remember what I was saying," Ezra teases, though to be perfectly honest he can't remember what they had been talking about either. They had talked about so much that night. About the Force and being a Jedi, about loss and family and the future.
Luke is still laughing, his breath warm against Ezra's palm and wrist as he tilts his head even further into Ezra's touch. "I was so distracted by you. It was like finally finding the answer, you know? Another Jedi, another person who understood everything. And I thought oh, he has two moons, I have two suns. This is what will be important to me."
Ezra wants to joke, to say something like doesn't Tatooine have three moons?, but instead he leans in to kiss Luke.
A gasp passes between them, then a laugh, and then Luke returns the kiss like he's been lost and dehydrated in the desert and Ezra is the only respite he needs.
Luke's lips are warm -- all of him is warm, radiating heat like stone in summer, soaking in the sun's rays and pouring it back out into the cool evening. It's familiar and comfortable and makes Ezra just want to sink deeper into him.
And so he does.
It feels like tangling his fingers in starlight, golden strands washed by the moons, and he guides Luke to him, savoring the points of contact -- their fingers barely touching on the rock between them, knees pressed together and legs tangling, hips curled towards one another. Luke's arm around his waist and his hand in Luke's hair and a kiss that he never wants to come up from.
Except that he has to, eventually, and they break apart desperate for air and breathless in giddy relief. They sit like that for a moment, foreheads pressed together, hands on skin on curves of hips, the air between them charged and electric.
"This is just because you want me to do the dishes, huh?" Luke suddenly says, and Ezra starts to pull away with a groan.
"You heard that?" he asks, and Luke chases after him with a laugh. Luke's fingers are in his hair, against his cheek, turning his face back towards him.
"Might have," Luke answers cryptically, and presses another kiss to Ezra's lips. "I don't mind if that's your ulterior motive."
"It's cute that you think I have a motive beyond just wanting you." Ezra realizes that he doesn't know how to end that sentence. His want, plain and simple, has resolved itself into the shape of Luke, nothing else.
Not wanting anything from him. Just him.
Just Ezra and Luke, hand in hand, feeling for all the worlds like this is where it was always meant to lead.
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