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cowboybrunch · 2 days
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i love when characters get angry when they're frightened. shelter dog characters. i love when they bite, not able to tell the difference between a hand that feeds and a hand that strikes. there is no difference. a hand is a hand is a fist. i love characters that are deemed unadoptable. unlovable.
and i love when someone loves them. i love when someone sits with them, patient. they don't flinch at the snarling and snapping. they're not trying to fix it—there's nothing to be fixed. this is you, all of you, and ill wait. because one day, one day you'll take the treat. go on, draw my blood. spit and curse and rage. you're safe with me. one day, you'll feel safe with me.
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mossiistars · 3 days
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a man of his time
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midnightmah07 · 3 days
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I have no idea what happened I just sat down and all of this came outta my brain
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pinetreespants · 1 day
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Hello handsome~ What a day, hmm?
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wolfythewitch · 1 day
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draw sashisu ship if you love polys that much
What part of my blog makes you think I know who those people are
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juniper-clan · 1 day
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Lavenderstar Lore Dump
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Lavenderstar won by an overwhelming margin compared to Joy, so let's hear about Heron's mama!
If you have any questions about her please leave them in the replies and I'll be sure to answer them.
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Lavenderstar (formerly Lavenderflood) was the leader of JuniperClan on the HMS Juniper. She was the former deputy under the prior leader, Wispstar.
110 moons when she passed (born ~1692), she’s had three litters in the past with Tommy, a shipyard cat who would occasionally join the HMS Juniper on short trips. All of her living kits have gone onto other ships or became shipyard cats.
She was noted for her great speaking and fighting skills, though she rarely needed to use the latter.
Lavenderstar was likely a Norwegian Forest Cat / Maine Coon mix. She was descended from hundreds of warrior ancestors as far back as cats traveled alongside Two Legs.
She was confident in the validity of her half-clan kits and did not hide them from JuniperClan, nor shame any other half-clan cats or kitty pets.
Family Status
Tommy: Alive in North London (Mate)
Litter 1
Shiningpelt: Alive in North London (Daughter)
Ambereyes: Deceased (Son)
Litter 2
Foggykit: Deceased (Son)
Frostypaw: Deceased (Daughter)
Stormspeckle: Alive in North London (Daughter)
Windseeker: Alive in Glasgow (Daughter)
Litter 3
Heronstar: Alive in South Carolina (Daughter)
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yokyoaaa · 13 hours
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GET MESMERIZED IDIOT‼️💥💥💥💥💥💥‼️💫💫🌀🌀
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bri-cheeses · 3 days
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| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 875 | @thingthatoncewastruee this is dedicated to you because of this old post of mine | Oh also this is a ✨part one✨ |
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The light from the crackling fireplace spilled out into the common room, casting a warm glow to the dark wood and green furniture that made up the Slytherin common room. Save for two figures sprawled out on the couch and one curled up in an armchair with a book, the room was empty of life, the pop and hiss of logs the only sound present.
Except, of course, the turning of pages coming from Regulus Black, and the soft breaths of Evan Rosier as he lay upon Barty Crouch Jr.
Barty should be doing something. Regulus was reading some book that was undoubtedly full of hopelessly confusing metaphors, and Evan was sleeping. But Barty was simply watching Evan as he rested, observing Evan’s chest rise and fall with each deep breath.
Barty noted the way the fire lit up strands of Evan’s blond hair and danced across one side of his face, playing tricks as it highlighted his friend’s cheekbones. Evan’s mouth was parted slightly, and warm puffs of breath ghosted across Barty’s sternum each time he breathed out. There was something enchanting about it, about the way Evan’s arms wrapped around his torso, his body fitting perfectly against Barty’s own as they lay there, entwined with one another.
Barty should be doing something other than creepily staring at his best friend, but Regulus wasn’t paying attention, and Barty was having a hard time pulling his gaze away from the boy sprawled across him.
He had a hard time looking away even as the door to the common room opened, causing a flood of light to come spilling in.
“Crap,” he heard a girl mutter under her breath as the sound of falling books resonated throughout the room. There was a sigh, then the sound of books being stacked upon each other once more.
Footsteps echoed on the wood floor as the girl moved about the room, coming closer towards the fireplace. Finally, Barty was able to see who the intruder was: Adriata Fawley, a sixth-year Slytherin who Barty was on friendly enough terms with.
A sudden thought struck him as she made her way to the right of the fireplace, where the staircase to the girls’ dorms was. Really, this was a conversation he should probably be sitting up for, but he couldn’t bring himself to disturb Evan.
“Adriata,” he called out quietly, trying hard not to wake Evan.
He stirred but did not wake as Adriata turned around, books still in hand, and said, “What is it?”
Almost immediately after finishing her question, she yawned widely, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. A sense of guilt washed over Barty—after all, it was late, and she probably just wanted to go to bed. But she was the perfect solution to his current dilemma, and Barty had already stopped her on her way up, so all he could do was finish his request.
“You know the Yule Ball, right?”
She nodded slowly, and Barty continued even as Regulus finally looked up from his book. He tried not to let his friend’s curious gaze get to him as he explained, “Well, I still need someone to go with, and I thought it’d be fun to go with you, if you wanted.”
The corners of Adriata’s mouth turned down, and Barty rushed to continue.
“Just as friends,” he added, desperately hoping she wouldn’t get the wrong impression and get scared off.
“Well,” Adriata said slowly, “I’d love to, but—” her eyes flicked over Evan’s sleeping form— “is Evan not available for some reason?”
Barty furrowed his brow. What was that supposed to mean? Did Adriata think that Evan was somehow going to interfere with the ball? Unless…
A low sinking feeling started to form in Barty’s gut. Had Evan asked Adriata to go to the Yule Ball with him? Was Evan going to go to the ball with Adriata?
Barty couldn’t stop himself from imaging Evan in a perfectly-cut suit with Adriata on his arm. Them laughing together. Getting food together. Dancing together. All while Barty watched from the sidelines.
He didn’t know why he cared this much. He was friendly with Adriata, sure, but that didn’t mean he had a crush on her or anything. But the thought of her going to the ball with Evan caused a sour taste to fill his mouth nonetheless.
Barty glanced back down at Evan’s sleeping face, and his voice tightened into a bitter tone as he responded, “No, why? Did he ask you to—to go with him, or something?”
“Huh? No,” Adriata shook her head, looking beyond confused. “No, nothing like that. I had just assumed that, well… you two would be going together, that’s all. Considering the fact that you’re, uh, you know. Dating.”
“What?” Barty squawked. Evan shifted slightly at the loud noise, and Barty immediately berated himself. He was only vaguely aware of a snort of laughter from Regulus’s direction as his mind scrambled to untangle Adriata’s words.
Dating? Him and Evan?
His gaze roved over Evan’s form once more, the way Evan’s head was tucked against Barty’s chest and their legs were twined together.
Dating, Barty thought incredulously as Evan nestled further into Barty’s torso, where had she even gotten that idea?
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(Part two)
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justaz · 2 days
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a sorcerer who is tired of waiting for emrys to step into who he meant to be, tired of watching him simply protect the once and future king from the shadows, steps in and somehow makes it seem like they killed arthur - perhaps knocking his soul from his body do it seemed lifeless and merlin couldn’t sense him there anymore. merlin becoming enraged and going after the sorcerer, slowly burning away his mortality, burning away merlin, until all thats left is emrys. pure power crackles around him, his eyes pure gold, the world cracking with every step he takes, embers falling from his lips as dragon fire burns in his chest.
arthur waking up, dazed and confused. the knights don’t have time to catch him up as they all trip over themselves trying to follow after merlin. arthur seeing The Emrys towering over a beaten and bloodied sorcerer who is cheering him on, supporting the change they’ve instigated. arthur being the only one to step up and pull merlin back into his body, bringing back his humanity. the winds stop whirling, the earth is healing itself, the fire calms within him. the golden eyes are the last to go.
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fluffyfangirl · 2 days
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Comfy.
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itsyouch · 9 hours
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"double O donut is on the case!"
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lumi1i1 · 19 hours
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I think just dropping this without context works best (alt versions under cut)
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buckttommy · 2 days
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"all eyes on rafah" ai generated poster 🤝 black square posted on socials during 2020
social media movements that do absolutely nothing to actually support or educate people about the cause
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fauxvvounds · 2 days
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it's dude's night out baybeeeeeee 🚶‍♂️📸🤯
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tommysm0ondust · 2 days
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I love not being afraid to dress how I want because now I can get ready to take the bus to my voice lesson and wear my Ninjago Kai t-shit AND Ninjago Kai socks with NO FEAR
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cak3o · 1 day
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😙
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