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#HE MISSES HIM
sodamnbored · 10 months
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Nico, over Iris message: So how is school? Do you hate it yet? Are you coming back soon?
Jason, laughing: I actually really like it, it’s so different from New Rome and Camp Half-Blood.
Nico, vaguely disappointed: That’s good.
Jason: More importantly, how’re you? What have you been up to lately?
Nico, shrugging: Will showed me how to do more things on the computer in the big house.
Jason, encouragingly: That sounds fun.
Nico: I visited you on Google Maps.
Jason, fighting his smile: That’s actually very sweet. Thank you.
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getinangell · 3 months
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does anyone else find it insane that the captain sleeps in the exact same way he fucking died, like the way hes gripping havers stick??? hello???
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izayoichan · 2 months
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Eventually, Amuary would become an afterthought, even if his spam box every now and then got an e-mail from a blocked contact.
Rylan: Well that looks fancy, I guess we will both have a busy summer. Tyvan: If they accept me, yes.
It was a program his grandparents had stumbled upon, or well Chris most correctly during work, which of course had Tyvan raise an eyebrow when he got told about it.
Rylan: But still, find time for the usual stuff right? Tyvan: Absolutely. 
It was a mix of study and working alongside a full-time criminal psychologist that was what Tyvan was applying for. It was for those that wanted to learn about the subject, and perhaps see if it was something for them. If they did good, it might also be a foot inside the door as his father said to a later job. Tyvan: Liam is working the barista job again, Ibuki and Kaylin were both working at the local beach as lifeguards.  Rylan: Handy to be a Siren for that job! Tyvan: Very, and well it seems everyone has a busy summer.
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daydadahlias · 4 months
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Can we talk about the way ashton said ‘i miss cal’ in his insta story the other day🥹🥹
no we cannot bc I will have a breakdown
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angeart · 10 months
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i've been dropping a lot of soft cute art.
here's some angst.
specifically cute guy angst, and yes, this has a whole story built around it. and it does bounce off of stiffy's TOGH au where scar/hotguy is presumed death.
things go well.
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dooniichez · 1 year
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Some sd gundam angst (not a ship)
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fatherbearfreddy · 6 months
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One day we will see sunlight and the stars over the seas,
Once the walls are gone and the alarms are off, then we will be free.
One day when the shackles of those unknowing are leased and the heroes of pretend stories are allowed to leave,
Into the city and into the shops like the tv shows tell me about we'll be.
One day our prison will be just a home to come back to after a night out,
But until we're given freedom I will refuse to let Stockholm syndrome sprout.
One day the nights will be spent outside and not under the neon lights,
Until then we dream and play and plan, it'll happen Freddy, goodnight.
-Bonnie, the best poet I know.
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tobytost · 11 months
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this is all fun and games until I remembered the horrors (s4) and now i am having thoughts
at least chopper got his job back amiright (i am in tears)
STOP THIS
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chopper actually loves Kanan, I think about how worried he was about him in the season 1 finale, desperately trying to find him, or in s2 finale when he helped Kanan to walk around and held his hand
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quarksbar · 2 years
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Wondering if Kraglin keeps marrying different blue skin people on every trip and people on the crew are like "should we read into this?" and peter is like "what? nah, what are you implying? because there's nothing to be implied here, bye."
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draconic-ichor · 2 years
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To Hold You Again
Morgott/Mohg angst
Very short dabble
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He was in the dark, hard earth beneath him. But it was not wet nor cold as the shunning grounds had been, this was a different type of discomfort.
A sound shifted in the distance, hallow dragging across stone. Morgott stiffened for a moment, sitting up ever so slightly from his position on the ground. A shape suddenly nestled down beside him, warm and searching but without any malice.
The shape was painfully familiar: broad and pointy with a gangly set of arms a bit too long to match.
Mohg
Morgott didn’t question that revelation for a moment, knowing in an instant who it was. He pulled the other closer, thankful there was no resistance. He’d recognize his twin even if rendered completely blind. Even by the barest hint of his breath, hissed through lipless mouth, was so familiar. Every fragment of him danced across Morgott’s heartstrings, an ache of loss.
Mohg was bigger than him now, had been bigger for a long while. Yet Morgott still curled around him, furred tail entrapping them in a ball.
He felt the others clawed hand touch his cheek, nuzzling into the contact. He misses this, the simple act of sleeping next to one another, once a nightly occurrence.
He missed him…
There was a time he was all he had, the only comfort found in the darkness far below, the only touch that wasn’t tinged with hatred or hostilities. A time they were inseparable.
He missed him beyond words…
Morgott didn’t ask why he was here, why now, for fear of the answer. Life had sent a bitter bolt of disparity between their chosen paths, kingship no longer on the table. Reasons that bubbled up his throat and threatened to choke him.
Things that could be left unforgiven later.
Right now he was here, he was in his arms again. Morgott could just catch the flash of gold-tinged orange of his brother’s eye, regarding him silently in the inky blackness. Foreheads lightly bumped into one another, a gentle headbutt of affection; a peculiar trait shared with felines, especially by young omen. Morgott repeated the gesture back, horns clinking off his twins, eyes stinging from the reassurance the simple act brought.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak but the words withered away upon his tongue.
This wasn’t real…in the depths of his heart he knew it wasn’t.
He pulled him close, desperate to remember every detail.
Morgott blinked open his eye, jolting a bit as he awoke. Golden glow from the Erdtree filtered in through the balcony, allowing his night vision to easily fill in the room to him.
It was all a dream, as he expected. Yet his heart ached.
Morgott felt a ripple of grief tear through him, clutching his stomach before he realized the bed was warm.
His tarnished slept soundly beside him, blissfully unaware. His throat tightened, fingers trembling with need as he scooted closer to her.
He scooped up the little tarnished, pulling her against his chest as he curled around her. Morgott nuzzled his nose into her golden hair an an attempt to drown his senses. The tarnished made a whimper as she slightly stirred, quickly settling back into sleep.
He held her, tail tangling up in their legs, pressing chaste kisses atop her head. Sleep did not find him again that night…
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icantswim-03 · 2 years
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Kent Johnson’s Instagram Story- 6/3
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michameinmicha · 5 months
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Do you ever miss a character from a show but not like in the way that you want to rewatch the whole show because theres so much stuff going on and thats not what youre looking for but you miss your boy
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voltaical-art · 5 months
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HE WAS SEVENTEEN. AGHHH ULDER WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU
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clarisse-doodles · 3 months
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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is
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watchingwisteria · 6 months
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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.
#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know#im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie#or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them#snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow!#but then shes gone…. for a while……#and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book#that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss#the hunger games#coriolanus snow#tbosas#lucy gray baird#not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration#but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause#like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not.#snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time#he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets#and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets#he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved#but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall#he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires
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dancing-homestuck · 2 years
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I wish my cat had a phone so I could text him while I’m at work and tell him I love him and I miss him and he could send back blurry pictures of random things, incomprehensible gibber texts, and audio recordings of his crinkle ball
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