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suaimhneas-gairid · 18 days
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Critical Role, Campaign 1 Episode 85 - A Bard's Lament
Husbands 💞
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classyinnie · 9 months
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He hates you.
He hates the way you wear your emotions on your sleeves. It’s excruciatingly endearing to find your gentleness in a world that does nothing but provide you with worries. He hates how, despite your doubts and trepidations, you still look at it with such wonder one couldn’t even fathom or place.
He'd always wondered how such a pure soul—beaten and calloused—can look at the endless possibilities before them and believe they’re worth it.
He considered he might be a coward then, for don’t we all have fears that stop us from stepping beyond the line that confines our capabilities?
He hates your gentleness. How you look at people like they hold the world in their hands. How you listen intently to everything they have to say. How you would offer a hand even if your arms are already full.
He hates the way you wear kindness. How it’s perfectly knitted to your skin, it’s almost second nature. He hates how you would go out of your way to put others before yourself.
"Selfless", he would call you.
"Pushover", he would label you.
But insults were a mere façade to the raging questions in his head as to how. How do you have so much to give?
But most of all, he hates himself for not hating you. Not even a fraction.
You are like a printed polaroid; he wants to vigorously shake to reveal the entire picture.
A pipe dream, that’s what you are. But that doesn't erase the fact that he once stooped so low to even—in his unabashed desperation—consider asking himself if he is worthy enough to experience what it's like to be cared for by you.
—Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, KYOTANI, Osamu, KAGEYAMA, Kenma, Sakusa, Suna
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moeblob · 6 months
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Good golly I love them so much.
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bookiedoodles · 2 years
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When I say “boys will be boys” I strictly mean whatever the fuck Hunter and Gus get up to as brothers
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acommonanomaly · 25 days
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Maedhros and Maglor for @feanorianweek.
Inspired by a scene from my fic, What Fades Away.
Excerpt:
Maitimo swallowed hard. It was disconcerting to be so near one of the Powers. Though he had been taught that the Valar loved Eru’s Children, he could not help but be aware that such a being could reach out and crush him or one of his family if it so desired.
Oromë’s head turned to Maitimo suddenly, as though he knew his thoughts, but the Vala only blinked his bright yellow eyes, watching Maitimo curiously for a long moment before turning back to Atar and Amil.
Makalaurë had squeezed his hand hard when Oromë glanced over, and Maitimo looked down to see that his little brother’s face was pale with fear. Despite this, Makalaurë moved around so that he was standing in front of Maitimo, as if to shield his older brother with his slender frame. Maitimo wanted to whisper reassurances to him, but he did not want to draw the Vala’s attention again, so he settled for lifting Makalaurë into his arms.
Makalaure’s thin arms wrapped firmly around his neck, nearly choking him, but he could feel the frantic beat of his brother’s heart against his own chest, so he did not try to loosen his hold.
“What is his name?” Oromë asked in a voice that was both as deep as thunder and as soft as a breeze. The air shook with it but quickly settled.
“He will be called Turkafinwë,” Atar said, an arm now around Amil’s shoulders.
Maitimo was amazed when Oromë stooped down and lifted a hand toward Amil’s belly. He glanced between Amil and Atar and asked, “May I?”
Atar gave a curt nod, holding himself proudly, but Amil smiled when she nodded her consent.
Maitimo took a step closer, but he stopped when Makalaure twisted around with a fearful lurch to see what was happening.
The Vala spoke again, his voice quieter this time, so that it seemed as if whisper wound around whisper, only hinting at words beneath the hiss of the sound. Then the Vala smiled wide.
“His spirit is fierce and bright like wildfire,” Oromë said, looking pleased as he stood, towering above them again.
Amil looked like she did not know what to think of this pronouncement, but Atar raised his eyebrows a little, and Maitimo wondered what he would say.
“He is my son. My fire burns in him as it does in my other sons, and as it will in all of my children.”
“Yes,” Oromë said. His smile did not fade, though his eyes changed somehow, as though seeing something not here. Maitimo had seen this look on his mother’s face before, and it always unsettled him when she fell into solemn contemplation afterward.
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owliix · 1 year
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My piece for the @vodeanzine ! I had a lot of fun with this zine<33 everyone was fantastic
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bloofinntoona · 1 year
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Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes
MC: (walks into the great hall)
Sebastian: Now, where you sit in the cafeteria is crucial because you got everybody there. 
Sebastian: (points at the Ravenclaw table) You got the overachiever nerds
Sebastian: (points at hufflepuff) people who plant their feelings
Sebastian: (points at themselves)
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Sebastian: (points at gryffindor) ... and the worst
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emiilyfantasia · 2 months
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i've been so unhinged over joe lycett and james acaster the past few weeks i love them
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tea4silver · 2 months
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tweel 1 and some ships
(update: I got TWST on my phone :))
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dreamerinthemoonlight · 2 months
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Love languages (Gepard, Sampo, Jing Yuan, Blade)
After having intended to do this for more than 6 months now, I'm finally getting to love languages for some of our HSR boys.
CW: Sampo slander, general fluff, use of "honey" in Sampo's, references to Blade's issues
Gepard x gn!reader, Sampo x gn!reader , Jing Yuan x gn!reader, Blade x gn!reader
Gepard
Earnest, earnest Geppie
I think his primary love language is probably acts of service
His entire life is about doing things and that probably extends to you
He's not a verbally expressive person and unfortunately he doesn't have as much time to spend with you, but he's always doing stuff in the time he does have
helping with dishes, making you breakfast before he leaves
If you have long hair, he braids it before bed
It's subtle, but there's no way to mistake his love for you
Sampo
Bastard (/half affectionate)
As much as I think he'd be a very touchy person, always hanging off your shoulders, playing with your hair, that's not his primary love language
No, the guy is always giving you gift, and usually in the most obnoxious way possible I mean it's Sampo we're talking about
This wouldn't be a issue, but this is Sampo we're talking about. 90% of his gifts (like pretty much anything else in his life) was scammed, conned, or all but stolen from someone else
The conversation goes something like this:
Sampo: Honey, I got you a gift You: And who'd you con if off of? Sampo: You wound me! I'm a legitimate business man. You: give it back, Sampo Sampo: fine
Jing Yuan
Jing Yuan is 100% a physical contact person
Not that he doesn't want to spend time with you or give you things, he just has the vibe who always wants to be touching you
Arms around your waist with his on your shoulder, cuddles on the couch
Totally lets you come over when he's working overtime and lets you lay your head on his lap
And he totally turns into a cat when you run your fingers through his hair. Half lidden eyes, contented smile, you swear if he could purr, he would, so you make a point of doing so, especially after a long day
When he gets home, it's a toss up as to what position you're in, but if you're not in his arms with your head on his chest, then he's in your arms with his head on your lap or chest. Which happens just depends on the day, but as a general rule he's not picky
Blade
Physical contact and maybe acts of service
The guy is not fully sane, so he's not very good at the other love languages
So he tends to be very touchy and a little possessive. If someone is teasing you, expect him to come up behind you, wrap his arms around you and glare at whoever the offender is
He doesn't say as much, but your touch makes him feel a little more human. When you touch him, he doesn't feel the need for Kafka's compulsion power as much--which makes Kafka very happy. She seems to be pretty fond of Blade after all.
What he also doesn't say is that thinking about coming home to your arms and your gentle hands makes him want to survive a little bit more
But as much as he doesn't say it, you can see it in the soft smile when he sees you and the way he leans into your touch
So if every now and then you have to tell him to back off--and he usually does--then it's worth it seeing him improve because of your presence
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tmntforeverinmyheart · 4 months
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Tmnt interdimensional vacation
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R leo had the idea but was too chicken to actually attempt it, so 12 raph stepped in with 12 mikey.
12 mikey got off Scott free because in R raphs eyes, Mikey’s aren’t capable of such malice.
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kaleidoscopedrawsjpg · 11 months
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Redraw on a meme that’s based on a scene from Brooklyn99. It’s dumb, and it’s so flawed but fun was had.
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fantanamariesmusings · 11 months
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I headcanon the boys of Our Life would have the following reactions if you told them that you were expecting. Cove: Immediately cries with happiness, but also is nervous about becoming a father. He would hug MC and cry into their shoulder, he hopes that he can be a great dad just like his is. 
Derek: Would scoop you up into his arms and kiss you enthusiastically. He wouldn’t be able to stop grinning, quite literally running a lap around the living room in excitement. 
Baxter: He would freeze, eyes wide. It takes him by surprise (even though it really shouldn’t) and doesn’t know what to do at first. After a moment, he smiles softly and his hand cups your cheek, kissing your lips gently. 
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I find this picture so funny for some reason.
Hayama and Akashi playing shogi is really adorable, I love that they regularly spend time together. Hayama probably asks akashi to teach him shogi on the daily
Mayuyu is just sitting there unbothered reading his booknand this is post winter cup too lmao. This is after mayuyu tells akashi to leave him alone. That's the funniest bit.
Mayuyu: Leave me be until graduation
Not even 5 minutes later:
Akashi: Come watch me and Hayama play shogi
Mayuyu, already getting up: Jfc didn't I just tell you to leave me alone?
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davensblog · 11 months
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some of my fave billy screencaps i took (+ my all time fave one of freddy for the soul)
(feel free to use these for whatever u like, no credit needed cuz i don’t own the movie lmfao)
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batcadillac · 7 months
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"Hey…..hey!"
The voice breaks the Hybrid Ghoul out of his trance, water from his hands sprinkling over the front of his uniform. He turns his chrome masked face to the source of the voice, and blinks and he sees another nameless Ghoul, squatting rather close. So close that the Hybrid really should have noticed him by now.
His pale skin and hair shine in the spring light, as he tilts his head at the Hybrid. "Y-yes?" he asks, voice croaking from disuse. He can't really remember when the last time he talked was.
"I see you out here all the time," the pale Ghoul comments, tilting his head the other direction, very animal like, turquoise eyes on the Hybrid. "Is this your job?"
The Hybrid swallows. Job? Well…..he supposes his duties in the gardens could be considered a job. "Y-yes…." he replies.
The laughter lines that crinkle the other Ghoul's eyes captivate the Hybrid for a moment, and it finally registers that this smaller Ghoul isn't wearing a mask. Honestly, ever since Cardinal Copia had become the front man of the Ghost Project, the restrictions of Abbey attire had gotten quite lax. So much so that most Ghouls hardly ever bothered with wearing the standard uniform and chrome mask while at the Abbey. It still tethered them to their Papa of course, but you didn't need to wear it. The Hybrid wore his because well…….it was more comfortable, simply being another nameless Ghoul among the crowd.
"Is that all you know how to say?" The pale Ghoul asks, and the Hybrid feels his heart rate tick up sharply. Oh no, he's offended the smaller Ghoul. He opens his mouth to apologize, before the other Ghoul waves a dismissive hand. "It's alright, just a joke."
He watches the Hybrid Ghoul for another moment. A joke, another Ghoul was joking with him. So strange. He hardly ever talks to anyone else, or rather, not many others in the Abbey talk to him. So to be crouching in front of his plants, the front of his uniform sprinkled in his element and having this conversation, is strange.
"Don't talk much do you?"
The Hybrid jolts. "S-sorry…." he replies, moving to wring his wet hands together. He frowns softly from behind his mask. Of course, his first real conversation in who knows how long and he's already messing it up.
But instead of getting up and leaving, the smaller Ghoul just smiles, tilting his head and showing his fangs. "It's whatever, man."
More silence and awkward staring, or maybe it's just awkward for the Hybrid. The pale Ghoul before just seems to ooze casual confidence. A fierce pang of jealousy hits the Hybrid before the other Ghoul speaks again. "You a Water Ghoul?"
It would make sense for him to ask, considering the Hybrid was using his magick to water the plants, his wet hands a proof of it, but again, it's strange to hear the question. The Hybrid swallows, afraid suddenly of exposing his status. Some Ghouls are notoriously unkind to Hybrid Ghouls, but this pale Ghoul with his easy smile and pierced face and ears seems to be genuinely curious.
"And Earth…."
Turquoise eyes sparkle. "I knew it!" he leaps up, causing the Hybrid to jolt again. The pale Ghoul offers a hand, and the Hybrid blinks at it.
He want to help him up? Swallowing, the Hybrid takes the hand, and is surprised at the strength of the small body lifting him up to his full height. He's definitely taller than the other Ghoul, but with what the Hybrid has seen of his personality, it makes him feel larger than life. So strange, to see someone so unphased by anything that’s thrown at him. "I knew I could smell it on you," the pale Ghoul laughs. "I'm Earth Air!"
That would explain his skin coloration, and as the taller Hybrid scents the air quickly, he smells it. Like crisp alpine air, almost cold in it's quality.
Satan Below, another Hybrid Ghoul, and one who wanted to talk to him!
"I'm Horizon," the smaller Ghoul says, offering a hand again.
The rather pleasant mood all but shatters as the Hybrid stares at the hand offered to him. He's not so new on Earth that he doesn't understand the human convention of introductions, but a name? He doesn't have anything to offer back. Panic starts to suffuse his body, causing the masked Ghoul to tremble as he stares at the hand. Oh Satan Below, he had only just met this other kind Hybrid Ghoul and he was already messing it up so badly!
Horizon seems to see that he's panicking, however, and easily moves his hand to place it on the Hybrid's shoulder. "Hey, no big deal….." he says softly, giving the meat of the masked Ghoul's shoulder a squeeze.
Soft tears start to fall, and the shameful feeling that always comes with him crying over useless silly things overtakes the Hybrid Ghoul. He nods, unable to find his voice. Horizon offers him a warm, sympathetic smile. "You do really good work out here," he says, seemingly fine with filling the awkward silence with more words.
Does he? The taller Ghoul blinks, sniffing away his tears as softly as he can so as to not be noticeable. There are other Abbey Earth Ghouls who work in the garden, and sometimes even Mountain, when he's back from tour, so it's not all the Hybrid. He's simply a part of a machine to keep the Abbey self-sustaining, but he can't help but feel touched at the comment. This other Hybrid Ghoul is incredibly kind.
"Horizon!"
Another voice breaks their moment, and the masked Ghoul jolts to his full height, Horizon pulling his hand away in shock too. The Hybrid’s eyes flick to the source of the voice, and are met with a pair of piercing blue staring right back at him. A tall Ghoul stands by the gate, his strong arms crossed as he stares at the two of them. The Hybrid feels a chill go down his spine as Horizon clicks his tongue. "Damn, sorry……gotta go."
"Where are you going?" The Hybrid Ghoul suddenly panics, hoping it doesn’t show in his voice, but worry consuming him that he’s going to lose the one good conversation that he's had with another Ghoul for who knows how long.
It's Horizon's turn to blink at him—probably curious to the question—but he smiles easily and throws a thumb over at the other imposing Ghoul. "Tour starts tomorrow, gotta get everything ready."
"Horizon!" The Ghoul shouts again, making Horizon swear and the Hybrid twitch.
"I'm coming, Bo! Gimme a second!"
All the shouting causes the tall Hybrid to sink in on himself, but Horizon turns back to him, rolling his eyes. "Duty calls," he says, then reaches up to clap the taller Ghoul on the bicep. "Keep up the good work!" He adds with a bright smile, before turning and jogging off towards Bo.
The Hybrid Ghoul watches, dumbstruck as Horizon leaves, only subconsciously seeing that he's also not wearing any shoes. Earth Hybrid indeed.
Tour. That means touring, which means the Ghost Project. Which means……
A Ghost Project Hybrid Ghoul just talked to him. The masked Ghoul's eyes refocus long enough to see Horizon throw him a peace sign before he walks with Bo out of sight.
The Hybrid Ghoul can't help a little unbelieving smile that crosses his lips under his mask.
Horizon. Horizon
Text by @arcaneacolyte
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