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ms-demeanor · 6 months
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hey, don't cry. one cup heavy whipping cream, two tablespoons granulated sugar, three tablespoons cocoa powder and whisk until stiff peaks form for three ingredient chocolate mousse, okay?
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fluorescentbrains · 2 months
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me reading straight up pornography: hmm… this one just doesn’t have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off
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toonyballoony · 11 months
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our discord unanimously agreed that ratatouille is a mecha and I cried laughing after making this joke
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chernozemm · 6 months
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infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.
and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:
Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.
The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.
Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.
the soulmate to this piece, i guess.
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ohbother2 · 3 months
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Vox saw this man nearly dominating a powerful Angel and got a boner and had to pretend he was just happy Alastor was getting beat up
We know your secrets Vox, we know what you want
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soyochii · 10 months
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kaiju-krew · 23 days
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big grumpass cat
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imdead770 · 22 days
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Percy "put your minecraft bed beside mine" Jackson
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Annabeth "making an architectural masterpiece" Chase
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pineapple-frenzy · 23 days
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Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara
They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them
But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd
The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>
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a-hazbin-reader · 3 months
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mo-mode · 2 months
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Daddy Bearman: Hi, I’m Ollie’s dad. My son is racing for Ferrari—
Charles, Lewis, Max, Seb, Carlos, Entire Ferrari Team, Literally Every Other Driver:
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justjams7787 · 20 days
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bro is WHIPPED
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yendts · 2 months
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defeating gaea with the power of friendship
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cabinette · 25 days
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normal baking activities
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reds-skull · 30 days
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I really should draw Soap more with his red mask, as you all can tell I love it
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ghelgheli · 1 month
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Often when trans women ask me when I'm performing next, and I tell them that it's a queer/trans event, they will tell me that they'd rather not go because they do not feel comfortable or safe in those spaces, that they have been dismissed or belittled at such events before. Even trans women who are dyke- or bisexual- identified often don't feel welcome or relevant in queer/trans spaces. And whenever a trans woman or ally points out aspects about the queer/ trans community that contribute to these feelings of irrelevancy and disrespect—such as the way our community coddles those who support trans-woman-exclusionist events or who make trans-misogynistic comments—we are described as being "divisive." This use of the word "divisive" is particularly telling, as it implies that "queer/trans" represents a uniform movement or community—a "oneness"—rather than an alliance where all voices are respected.
Julia Serano, Whipping Girl. Published 2007.
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