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ghostiddie · 2 years

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Here is a gif that summarizes what happened and how I felt about this weekend's episodes

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT FROM THE PREVIEW WE GOT

#also dont tell me #alchemy of souls #ukie deokie #mj watches aos #kdrama

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grapecaseschoices · 2 years

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❝ you’re not gonna start marking your territory or something, are you ? ❞ or ❝ you smell like wet dog. ❞ said by alexis @ kendis

Who: Kendis & Alexis (who belongs to @pearlysgates); cameo of Ben who belongs to my friend Effie. When: as children & early TWC book one. Where: Crawford-Louel home in Montana & Alexis' place in Wayhaven. What: ❝ you smell like wet dog. ❞ | Just now, I felt like I wanted to be alone for a long time, in a folding chair on the lawn with all my private agonies, but then I saw you -- Ada Limon Warnings: foul-mouthed urchins, gendered cusswords.

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Kendis skids to a sharp halt — rather impressive since she’s got soapsuds at her heels and she’s eight, coming off a growth spurt of all awkward limbs insinuating that she might overshadow her parents, and even Ben, in height. For a brief moment, she doesn’t say anything one couldn’t be blamed for thinking that it was something else that grabbed her attention. It was something else besides the snide comment from the sullen girl standing at her doorway that has got her standing stiller than a rabbit sensing a predator. After all, Kendis is so impulsive and mercury-al (mercurial). Always too present and not at all. Or so, she’s heard adults define her when her attention seems to have flitted five paces beyond where they claim she should be. Kendis has heard this in particular from Alexis’ — sullen girl — nannies. They don’t like her. And they don’t like coming with Alexis to visit her home. Always too observant and far too nacholance (nonchalant) for someone coming off of seven onto eight. She looks to her right. And then looks to her left. She looks behind her. Then she looks to the floor. She looks everywhere but at Alexis and her latest nanny. As she looks the sounds grow closer and louder — the sounds of dogs yapping and barking. As she looks she feels the growing intensity of Alexis’ gaze and the sullen girl’s nanny’s growing discomfort at standing at the doorway of a house with only a wet, smelly urchin to invite them in.

Finally. Finally, when the pause has grown dramatic enough and when the loudness of the dogs grow loudly enough — or, more accurately, Kendis’ patience burns like dynamite — smug dark brown eyes meet suspicious hunter green eyes, and Kendis leans forward to state, “No, shit. Ya dumb cunt. We’re washin’ the dogs back there.” The adult gasps. Alexis blinks. “Why — Why I never — Rebecca had stated —” The nanny stops when an unholy curious gaze is turned toward her as Kendis waits with bated breath to know what just Rebecca had stated. It’s a little-known secret that Alexis’ mom only liked her, and her family, slightly better than Alexis did. And maybe slightly less than some of the nannies (who needed that many nannies?). For some reason — something about loyalty and nostalgia and Alexis’ dad and Kendis’ dad and old men friendship and death; Ben had tried to explain it once but Ben was a History major and … yeah — Rebecca kept sending Alexis over to their place despite that. So, Kendis had learned to wear Rebecca’s disdain like merit badges. So, she waited. Her attention only momentarily distracted by the smile Alexis was fighting to hide. Correction. Her attention was fully distracted by the smile Alexis was fighting to hide. Kendis’ wide eyes caught the tell-tale twitch and found her own lips twitching upward in surprised delight. She can’t remember the last time she saw Alexis smile. She didn’t think Alexis knew how. It was pretty, Kendis decided. And she liked it. She liked it so much she actually felt regret when Alexis began to scowl under the force of her attention. Regret and — maybe a bit of shame. (‘Come back!’ She wanted to say. And she almost did, as she took a quick step forward that forced Alexis to take a startled step back. ‘Don’t go away. I’m sorry’) Kendis hated regret, and she hated shame even more. At eight she was far too familiar with those feelings and they prickled hotly under her skin under the familiar weight of Alexis’ blank expression. The little girls proceeded to stare at each other. The tension blessedly broken almost immediately after it set. “You gonna stand there like a dead stump or you gonna stop letting the cold in and invite our guests where it’s warm?” Ben asked as he set the puppy in Kendis’ hands. “Dad’s asking for you. Finish up showing Alexis and her —” Ben’s eyes were different from Kendis’, thanks to them being half siblings, and his shade of lighter brown eyes were haunted in a way that his youngest sister didn’t understand, but there was no mistaking their relation in the steady way he scanned the other guest. “Friend.” He finished. “Babysitter.” Kendis corrected helpfully. Ben proceeded to shove his sister’s head lightly and garner a snicker from Alexis’, which in turn caused Ben to shoot her a ghost of a smile. And Kendis to turn into the sullen one. “Finish up showing them inside and then go wash up. You smell like a wet dog.” “That’s what I said.” Alexis pointed out in a long-suffering tone. Somehow her smug monotone managed to drown out Kendis’ squawk of protest. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kendis was perfectly capable of catching the towel Alexis had thrown at them. In fact, they would’ve been long before turning into a werewolf — the agility garnered from sports and being the youngest of four in the hills of Montana — but now they were doubly so. Nevertheless, she let the fluffy material catch her face for the pleasure of hearing Alex’s’ exasperated yet fond huff of a laugh. They pouted dramatically as the towel slid off of their nose and chin and landed into their hands as they fluttered their long lashes against their wide dark eyes; a perfect counter to the way Alexis was rolling her own eyes. “Weelllll,” Kendis sing-songed. “I’m wet. An’ I’m a dog. Soooooo.” “You’re not a dog.” “You just said —” “You’re definitely a bitch, but you’re not a dog.” “Well, that’s just better.” Alexis’ nostrils flared as she turned her head. Kendis didn’t need to see their friend’s face to know that she was biting back a smile. They were winning this ‘argument’ before it even began. “Wash up before you stink up my place.” “Ma’am, yes, ma’am!” Kendis smugly sauntered their way to Alex’s shower as their sensitive ears picked up her mutterings: “You really are such a bitch, Kendis.” --- Kendis waited patiently, or as patiently as she could, as Alex squeeze dried their hair. She gently went through each corded section. They tolerated the light brushes of Alexis’ fingers against the back of their neck, across their forehead. The soft thumb against their cheek. They were less of a fan of touch than Alexis was a fan of smiles. But when being a detective got busy, or Alexis had to go away to the city, when she stumbled bleary eyed into Kendis’ apartment, she always made the effort to at least huff out a laugh at Kendis’ flippant comments. When hospital rotations kept Kendis from seeing the light of the sun for three days straight or supernatural “business” called them away, they always made the effort to put up with Alexis’ need to physically reassure herself that Kendis was still breathing. That’s the way their relationship worked. It’s been that way since Alexis found Kendis stumbling and bleeding from what they would both later discover was a werewolf bite, oh, just about several years ago. It was how they had become a friendship in the years after Alexis’ fiancee had passed away. It would continue on the same way until they both died. Once she was satisfied that the dark coils weren’t going to further drip water onto her carpet, or that Kendis wouldn’t get pneumonia from a wet and cold head (“I don’t think werewolves can ca—” “Shut up, Kendis.” “You’re just mad that my points’re valid. Just sayin’.”), they let Alexis wrangle them to a seated position between the woman’s legs on the floor. They kept a steady stream of nonsensical chatter as she steadily lined and greased their hair. Alexis answered only when necessary. She answered enough to keep Kendis satisfied. Though, in truth, her silences kept Kendis satisfied as well; in recent years the young wolf had learned to read between the lines in a way that would’ve escaped them in a way when the two were much younger. And eventually Kendis’ stream of curiosities and giggles petered out to sit comfortably with Alexis’ quiet.

#grapecase writes #oc: kendis crawford louel #twc #twc fanfic #opp: alexis kingston #the wayhaven chronicles #ft. ben crawford #clown on clown romance au #kendis and alexis #if you dont like it #dont tell me #if you like it #also dont tell me #i have punted this into the void and will not look upon this creature from anywhere to 7 to 30 business days #adios #shoutout to pearly and sam reading this over for me #and pearly and effie for letting me butcher their characters #so sweet. so kind #tumblr needs line breaks

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mutualcombat · 1 month

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SPIDERWEAVE GANG RISE UP

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allgremlinart · 10 months

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high school theater is so funny cus like. one year you can have the most cunt wrenching performance of Phantom Of The Opera ever brought to life by 17 year olds and the next year. a really mediocre rendition of Seussical The Musical.

#was in theater crew for like 5 months and worked on some sets before I quit and let me tell you.#actually criminal that they dont pay those kids <- no I really mean it #was also in pit orchestra and my GOD. fun but christ alive theater kids could never match a tempo it was torture

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soranker · 3 months

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tomorrow :)

#TRIGUN MAXIMUM SPOILERS #trigun maximum #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #ok...... one more......... yall can have a little vashwood as a treat......#i actually love them so much SO BADLY but u prob wouldnt b able to tell bc i dont post a lot of ship art #but trimax vashwood. holay shit. hydrogen bomb yaoi #ive also just been like. digging into so much post-canon vashwood (<- sad and delusional and coping)#LIKE DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE LOVE LOVEEE WOLFWOOD'S CHARACTER ARC and i think [redacted] is SO IMPORTANT AND VITAL TO THE STORY #BOTH THEMATICALLY AND FOR VASH'S CHARACTER ARC. i literally would not have it any other way unfortunately </3 BUT A PERSON CAN STILL DREAM!#ok ya ill stop talking now bc i think i could talk about them and think about them forever.. *scratching the back of my head*

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painfordays · 3 months

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Being the only disabled person in a friend group is like. Argues against mental age for 30 minutes without achieving anything because they will die if they cant call developmentally disabled adults 6 year olds. Feel guilty for cancelling plans for disability reasons and making up a lie so you dont have to tell the truth. Get called a cripple after explaining your symptoms. Get told nothing is ever the doctors fault because they work soooo hard and you're just not persistent enough. Realize the only way theyd ever do even minor caregiving tasks for you is if they were paid. Spend an hour arguing against eugenics. Listen to someone talk about a group of disabled people and with every sentence it gets more obvious they never interacted with anyone from this group personally. Get compared to peoples elderly relatives. Get -

#i want to burn it all down ♡-♡ [head explodes]#actually disabled #chronic illness #chronic pain #chronic fatigue #ableism #casual ableism #abledsareweird #also whatever you do dont tell me to just get better friends im a rural mf this is the best i managed to find in this village:))#and somewhat frequent socializing is sadly required for my mental health to not go fully off the rails so pls. shut up

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bred-is-a-dumb-name · 9 days

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Anyone remember that drawing challenge from a while ago where you would draw your otp or OCs as the go for it nakamura cover??? Yea well I like the second Manga covers pose a lot more so I did that...also it's klapollo <3

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willowser · 2 months

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i think katsuki just answers his phone by barking out, "bakugou." no hello, probably doesn't even look at the caller id LOL when he hears it's you, though, i think he breathes out the tension he didn't realize was coiled in his shoulders, and says a lil, "hey," 🥺🥺

and i think when he calls you, and you answer with your sweet, "helloooo ??" he is so soft 😌 just mumbles out a quiet, "what'chu doin'?" and listens as you tell him, before saying what he needed to 😌

#okay one bkg thought and then i am going to bed hehe #i need him terribly i fear 😔#pls just the idea of him huddling in a corner so no one can hear him 🥺 as he speaks softly to you 🥺#and even if he calls to tell you something—he always asks what you're doing 🥺#and listens 🥺 and engages 🥺#i also dont think he says goodbye LOL #he just says 'alright' and hangs up LOL #or he says 'alright love you' hang up #why does this make me so insane for him idk idk #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

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stjernfelt · 2 years

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Bruce googling “Top Ten Clues Your Teammates Know Your Secret Identity” There was that post going around about members of the justice league playing “fuck, marry, kill” with Bruce Wayne in the mix, and, well.

#I know oliver is a millionaire billionaire too but he lost? gave away? all his money right?#I dont remember #justice league #batman #bruce wayne #oliver queen #green arrow #secret identity #dc comics #comic #fan art #my art #superheroes #I really am "how long much could it possibly be michael? ten dollars? with doing comics and fan art huh #also about the oliver being a billionaire millionaire if you know please do tell me but also know that I do not take any of this very srs #but I do love fun facts so

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buggachat · 3 months

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Sometimes I think about how Adrien, throughout the series, constantly grapples with his fear of abandonment. Gabriel conditioned him to believe that any love he receives is purely transactional, and that to earn affection he has to prove his utility. Adrien is constantly trying to prove his worth to his father for scraps of affection, and Chat Noir infamously crumbles on-screen any time he feels as though he is replaceable to Ladybug. It's a constant insecurity of his, like everyone will just dump him like a sack of potatoes the moment they find out how useless he is.

Meanwhile, all Marinette wants to is ensure that Adrien is happy. Because she loves him. She doesn't give two shits about how """useful""" he is. She holds him and tells him that she will never abandon him (both as Ladynoir and as Adrienette), and her fantasies are about saving him, not about him being "useful" to her. Throughout their relationship, Adrien is forced to disappoint Marinette constantly for reasons outside of his control (amok commands), and yet Marinette is still there for him.

At Adrien's lowest point, when he is forcibly torn away from everyone who had ever showed him genuine care, locked away in an all-white room and at his most "useless", right after disappointing Marinette and unable to even join the final battle or contribute in any way, she still saves him. She still loves him. Because he doesn't have to prove anything to her. Because he is loved and cherished for who he is, not for what he does, and that love is not conditional. Adrien's "happy ending" at the end of the first arc wasn't about him finally proving how useful he can be, because he never actually cared about being useful — he just saw it as the only means to feel loved and needed. Instead, in the end, he found out that he was loved and needed no matter what.

#ml s5 spoilers #ml s5 finale spoilers #idk im musing dont mind me #(as always this post isnt an invitation to tell me why You dont like the show. if that's the case then you can make your own post)#i think the ''what does this say about adrien's agency'' reading of the show is fair and an interesting perspective #but personally i find the ''what does this say about adrien's inherent worth as a person / how does this play into his fear of abandonment'#to also be a super valid way to read the series that is just as relevant to his character arc and i don't see people talking about enough

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hellenhighwater · 3 days

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Genuinely being a single woman in my thirties, living alone, is such a mixed blessing sometimes. I do love my house and when I'm here I literally never want to leave. But on the other hand, I do get tired of leaving to go hang out with people, even though I love seeing them. Especially because I have such a great group of friends but they live all over the place, geographically, and therefore most of them don't know each other. And I actually really love hosting? But I never have people in my house because logistically it's always more practical for me to go to them than vice versa.

But sometimes I buy new old dishes and wanna just have a little fancy wizard party, but all my guests are far away. Please may I have the teleport spell. Or a high-speed commuter rail system.

#Hazard of moving to a city where i dont have people locally i guess #a very insular city at that #and honestly i am not lonely! I have lovely freinds! But I do miss the college days of everyone basically living in walking distance #in one city #as opposed to now #where DND takes me the width of the state on a weekly basis #usually the only time there are groups of people in my house is around christmas for the family holidays #and like...in the overall balance of my life this works #me going to my people is the logical choice #and its not a bad thing #but most of my friend groups are...local clusters where I am the out-of-towner these days #which again: fine; i knew that going in when I decided to move where I did and overall its the best call #but also sometimes I want to just load up the whole crew in detroit and tell them we're heading to mine this time #dont worry there'll be fancy little finger sammiches when we get there #just give me an excuse to use the wizard plates

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pokeberry5 · 7 months

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inspired by those textposts about dick rocking up to the rest of titans with tim for the first time and kori et al. being like: is that the stalker kid???

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warm ups: