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frelwics-gnomehome · 2 years
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I'm having some trouble with this blog, so I'll be relocating/starting over. If you get a request from gnomefrelwic that is me. I'll be back.
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oukawaz · 1 year
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so i got logged out
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soupforsoup · 9 months
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I immediately ran to netflix to check and then sprinted back to chuck this at you
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konigbabe · 7 months
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PINTEREST tag game
rule: refresh your pinterest and save the 3rd pic, 4 times. that's your aesthetic.
I was tagged by @mykneeshurt (Hii!! Long time no see ❤️)
Why does this lowkey fit together? (with a sprinkle of imagination of coure)
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I took the liberty of finding the creators of the two fanarts used: Feng Xin (upper left) by @/Twins_side on Twitter [source] and Satoru Gojo (lower left) by @/wrt_428 on Twitter [source] (fun fact, I have the Gojo fanart printed on my phone case).
🏷️ (no pressure and sorry if you've already been tagged): @moondirti @vagabond-umlaut @crysugu @shotorus @satoruhour @kennedyswhore @uhlunaro @kazushawty & anyone else wanting to join!
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currentlyonstandbi · 1 year
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mmavverickk · 7 months
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The children of the big three are painfully beautiful.
beautiful as poisonous flowers.
One touch and you're dead.
they are though—they’re venomous creatures, poisonous flowers, forces of nature. the world itself runs through their veins. gods treat them with caution; mere humans don’t stand a chance.
Percy is a riptide. he’s the calm of ocean, moments before its rage. he’s the sun on the beach, the warmth of the sand, the calming, constant crash of the waves. he’s the smell of the salt in the air and the cold of the water against your skin. you can swim, you think, you’ll be fine. he smiles and it’s more beautiful than a sunset over the shore. and then the pull starts. in seconds, you’re farther from shore than you’ve ever been before. trying to swim back tires you out and sees you no closer than before. in fact, now you’re even farther out. the water pulls you under, still as beautiful as it was from shore, and you can’t find your way back up.
Thalia is the eye of the hurricane. the deceitful calm at the end of the storm, luring you out from your shelter. there is nothing more peaceful, more still and tranquil. the sun peeks out from the clouds that surround you from all sides. the wind and rain have died. there’s a rainbow in the sky. the storm is over—except it isn’t. one moment is all it takes, and the hurricane is back with a vengeance. the wind tears at you, rain lashes at you, thunder shakes your bones in place. you walked too far from your shelter, and you might not be able to make your way back.
Jason is hail. the rain is beautiful. it’s a breathtaking storm: impressive thunder, streaking lightning, howling wind. the house shakes around you and the lights go out. the concussive sound of the rain on the roof is soothing, until it isn’t. until it isn’t rain, and the roof isn’t whole. now, the storm is invading your home. the hail is punching its way into everything it can reach. car alarms spring to life outside; those who were watching in awe are now fleeing in terror. it only takes one hit, after all—one lucky piece of hail—to end a life.
Nico is an earthquake. the planet is ancient; the ground was old before you were here and it will be old after you go. it’s sturdy, and supportive, provides life and food and shelter. long ago, when the ground danced, when it shook itself free and sent cities tumbling to the ground, they called it the gods’ wrath. now, it’s called plate tectonics. no matter what it is, no matter why it happens, it is lethal and dangerous and uncaring of those it affects. nowhere is safe when the world turns on you, and if it decides you and your shelter should fall, you will.
Hazel is a sinkhole. the appearance of stability, of rock-solid ground and firm foundations. nothing is wrong, will ever be wrong, she’s the rock that holds everyone up. and then that rock is gone, and you’re falling, down, down, down—your home collapsing around you, your belongings claimed by the morbidly hungry earth. there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but is it sunlight, far, far above you? or is it magma, far far below?
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simminginstars · 2 months
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City Girls
I revived her bestie (Ava), they are both now officially maxis girlies living in San Myshuno.
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archphantasmoonsgf · 3 months
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Rudy Pankow as Erwin Vandeveer in Accidental Texan for @ofmoonlitmagic
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whenlifedaydreams · 7 months
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A spy... An assassin... this is so exciting!!
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vanyabasalt · 2 months
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the new crk updates have been FEEDING me i swearr 🙏🙏 i am inlove with the new cookies
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dune-spoon · 3 months
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What would happen in Korekiyo met Kork? Would Korekiyo be interested there’s a teeny tiny, simplified version of himself?
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He’d be both amused and curious about the little version of himself. Something something, marvel of humanity, yap yap yap, sub species, that sort of thing.
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moonjxsung · 4 months
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Hi pookies 💫 I wanted to wish a Happy New Year to you all and I’m very sincerely hoping that 2024 is good to all of you.
I also want to thank everybody for the sweet comments, messages, and asks I got pertaining to my absence. I have a lot to go through, but I feel the love so robustly and I’m sending all my love right back to you. The anon list will be adjusted as I previously mentioned (I do believe we had a couple stolen sign-offs) and my inbox is open if you need to get something off your chest or just chat. 🫶
More stuff is coming soon and I love you all
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stariiberry · 9 months
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meowzuki the sequel!!!
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try-set-me-on-fire · 8 months
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Tagged by @jeeyuns @devirnis and @rewritetheending for fuck it Friday! Here's a soft drable prompt (sweater weather) that I never posted because it's like. Almost identical to the mowing the lawn one. Oh well! Fuck it! I'll add it to the collection!
Buck is laying half on the bed, knees bent so his feet rest on the floor, head turned to watch Eddie get dressed. Eddie, a surprisingly indulgent man, usually lets him have the first shower (when they're not sharing) with only a token complaint and a smile so soft it makes Buck's heart stutter. Eventually Eddie had admitted it was a ploy to stay in bed a few minutes longer, but Buck can hardly begrudge him that when going first is a ploy for this; catching glimpses of newly familiar body parts as as Eddie puts on his boxers, watching the tense of muscles as he slides into his shirt, smiling at the little hop he does as he pulls up his jeans. Buck never liked writing essays but he thinks it would be easy if the topic was Eddie's confident fingers tucking in his shirt and doing up the button fly. He wonders how he could ever explain how handsome he finds the mundane movements of Eddie putting on an old sweatshirt, arms stretching, hands tugging, torso bending, no thought spared to the fluffy mess his hair will become once it's been dragged through the soft inside of the fabric. Eddie catches his eye as he smooths a hand over the faded and crackly Rangers logo.  "Hey," he says, a question in there, a laugh hidden behind it.  "Hi," Buck says. "I'm kind of obsessed with you.  The laugh stops hiding and floats up into the room. Eddie walks to the bed, puts his knees on either side of Buck's thighs, and flops down on top of him. Buck wraps his arms around him and smiles up at the ceiling, smiles into his hair, smiles against his shoulder. Eddie kisses his neck, nothing heated, just resting his lips against Buck’s pulse for a moment. “What about me, specifically?” He comes up to prop his chin on his elbow and look down at Buck as he asks, smiling again, that too soft one. Buck touches his lips with his fingertips. “Uh- that you’re real?” Buck smiles as Eddie laughs, and tries again. “I mean, like… you’re alive and you put on sweatshirts.”  Eddie tips forward again to laugh into Buck’s collar bone. “Hm, yeah? Good to know the bar is pretty low.”  “I mean-“ Buck laughs, too, sliding his hands up and down Eddie’s sides. “I just like the way you exist. I like that you exist.” He taps a little rhythm over Eddie’s ribs. “You… I like that we’re both alive around each other. Not like- I mean sort of in a I’m glad our near death experiences never actually killed us way, but like… I just mean I like being around you, when everything is normal. I like putting on clothes and you put on clothes and… and then we’ll go eat breakfast and do whatever we’re going to do today.” He bumps his head into the top of Eddie’s still resting on his chest. “Does that make sense at all?” Eddie pulls his head up to look at Buck, and the soft smile isn’t there but is hiding right under the surface. He kisses Buck, warm and gentle. “I know what you mean,” he says, quiet, a hand tracing over the shoulder seam of Buck’s red sweater. “I like… that you’re alive and put on clothes, too. And that you do it here, with me.” Buck grins, big and bright and understood, and Eddie kisses him again. “Yeah. You and me.” “You and me,” he agrees, kissing Buck’s forehead before sitting up and then standing. He holds out a hand. “Come on. We’ve got breakfast to eat and whatever to do.” Buck takes his hand and they move into their day. 
Tagging @forthewolves @homerforsure @burins @wildlife4life @shitouttabuck @shortsighted-owl
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kikiknits · 20 days
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Shameless pics of the lemon squares I made today 🍋
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Haruka: you think the wind is trying to tell us something and we just can't hear it? Ranmaru, seeing its 1am: can you just stop saying weird sh!t
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