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twinstxrs · 2 months
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fabian’s insistence on calling someone to tell them about lucy & yolanda because he thought people just deserved to know, out of respect. both deeply sweet & incredibly gutting. (bill seacaster move over that’s MY darling boy)
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liquidkonata · 1 year
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dawgfighter · 5 months
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FREE THEM FROM THE FUCKIGN HARBOR FREIGTJ!!!!!!!!!!84&474&
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legalise-greenleaf · 11 months
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tiny lesbians in my phone
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loveisinthebat · 2 months
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Release Them!
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PLS, Roy and Stephanie would NOT be into Jason Todd. That's the man that almost murdered their little siblings. FREE THEM!
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Green Arrow (2001) #72 & Battle for the Cowl #2
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katerina-q · 1 month
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Free Aang, Katara and Sokka from Zuko/Zutara stans
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quackle · 1 year
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bbc COUNT YOUR DAYSSSSSSSSS
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alonsoings · 21 days
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williams is truly just a constant cycle of we’re so back, we’re so over, we’re so back, oh it’s literally over
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cyjammy · 2 months
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And Yet, They Endure: A Huskerdust Drabble
Thinking about Angel and Husk staying up late in the Hotel so they can spend as long as possible together before their respective overlords awake and command them to do their bidding. They know one misstep equals abuse or punishment.
And yet, they continue to endure.
Paralyzed, they stay awake, anxiously staring at the clock. Angel keeps his arms around Husk who sits motionless, the neck of a bottle held between two claws.
They sit, absorbing the cackling sounds of the fireplace and occasional creaks of the Hotel. Neither wanted to shatter the moment. Angel hasn’t had something like this in a long time, and judging from the way Husk is leaning into his touch, tail wrapped around Angel’s waist almost possessively…
Angel pulled Husk closer, tucking his head under his chin, resting his face on his chest fluff. Husk sighed into the fur, awkwardly maneuvering himself to place the bottle on the ground between his legs. He returned Angel’s hug, claws sliding gently along his back.
Shuttering, Angel asked, “Anything left in that?”
“Probably not,” Husk slurred.
Angel’s ass felt numb from sitting in the same position for so long. He was warm and content, but of course his body had to be uncomfortable, curled up on this stupidly low couch.
“Wanna get me another one?”
Husk opened an eye and glared at Angel. Angel awarded Husk with a coy smile.
“I’ve been on my feet all fucking day.”
“Yeah?”
Husk hummed. “Get it yourself; I’m off the clock.”
Angel shifted and Husk held onto him, an annoyed growl rumbling from his throat. Smoothing his palm over the nape of Husk’s neck, Angel shushed him, wisping his lips along Husk’s ears.
Down in the lobby under the moonlight when everyone slept, out in the open without fear or judgement, they were themselves. In another life, they didn’t care for consequences and would take them with a defiant smile. But here and now? They were content.
Poking at Husk to get him to crack, Angel tried tickling, biting and turning Husk’s lips upward into a smile with his fingers to no avail.
“C’mon, baby,” Angel whispered into his ear. “One more drink?” He teasingly pulled at his scruff, pinching the loose skin.
Husk moved back, snatching his hands, claws encircling Angel’s wrists. “Cut it out.”
Angel smirked. “Well, since you’re on the way up, let’s go together.”
Angel stretched his legs before standing. Husk had a blank look on his face. If Angel didn’t know any better, he would think he was dumbfounded.
That was his poker face; a million thoughts were running through his mind. Angel patiently waited for Husk to shake his head, effectively clearing his thoughts as he moved on.
Instead, Angel was yanked back down onto the couch, Husk rubbing at his palms. Angel watched him stare down at his hands, mustering the courage as he looked him in the eyes.
Husk grimaced, huffed then squinted at Angel. Angel smirked at him, about to stand again, but Husk surged forward, cradling the back of Angel’s head as their lips met. Their noses smacked into each other, Angel snorted.
The kiss was kind, soft, healing. Angel held Husk’s face in his hands and closed his eyes. Angel let himself be absorbed by the weight against him. The urgency faded fast after the initial shock, leaving behind a calm fragility. A wrong move could ruin it, but instead of stressful it was…
It was relaxing.
It felt safe.
He was safe as long as he was in Husk’s arms, present in this moment. Angel was untouchable, there were no expectations or split second decisions, only peace.
A peace that could only originate from a bond as strong as theirs. There’s no need for labels, no need for explanations; there's only the desire to sink into each other, momentarily becoming one.
Reluctantly, they separated, pupils blown and soft looks on their faces.
“Took ya long enough.”
Husk huffed a laugh, holding Angel’s hands in his. Content, they lean into each other. There’s no need to discuss, no need to justify.
That was not what they desired, so there wouldn’t be.
And there they sat until the first signs of morning light shone through the curtains. Nifty was clambering to the tops of shelves with that duster of hers. One-sided conversations from a well-rested Charlie and the humming of static began to fill the room as they approached.
Angel and Husk moved away from each other, mood turning dour.
Husk got him that drink, it tasted sour on Angel’s tongue. It marked an end, rather than a continuation of their self-made sanctuary. The gin did nothing to soothe the beginnings of stress.
A moment of salvation, a sweetness within this haven atop a hill surrounded by chaos, and an almost selfish desire for more was interrupted by the violent vibrations of Angel’s phone.
Husk shot him a look from behind the bar as Alastor greeted him.
And yet, they continue to endure. For another chance at those moments and the hope of a better tomorrow.
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uzumakiheart · 1 year
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what forced heterosexuality does to gay men
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skarmorer · 1 month
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loveisinthebat · 8 months
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FREE THEM
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duckapus · 1 year
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Thinking about how Eda deliberately crossed the threshold that triggers the Coven Head Puppets’ defense mode, possibly just so she could see Raine move for once and get that determined glare on what’s supposed to be their face. Thinking about how she pretty clearly does this on a regular basis.
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https-yeonjun · 2 months
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okay i’ll just say it
i pray that the lord takes all of riize’s hardships and gives it to stray kids
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