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supersunky64 · 2 years
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THE SUPER MARIO BROS MOVIE IS REAL!!!
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unclewaynemunson · 6 months
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Pt2 to this post
'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.
It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.
Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'
'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'
Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.
'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'
'What happened?'
He sighs. 'It's complicated.'
'Wanna tell me about it?'
The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.
But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.
He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and – no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.
'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.
Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.
'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that – that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'
'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.
Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.
'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'
Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.
'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.
'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'
She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'
'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'
She nods. 'Okay.'
For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.
'Is it Eddie?'
Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.
'Wha- what?'
'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'
'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.
Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'
Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'
'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'
'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'
Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way – and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'
To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.
'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'
'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'
'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'
'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.
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psychic-waffles · 1 year
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SKATE CANADA FINALLY DOING SOMETHING RIGHT?!?!?!? 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️
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Danaher has committed to selling their standard TB cartridges at a lower price, and not to earning any profit when selling TB cartridges to the poorest countries in the world.
This deal means hundreds of millions of dollars (literally) freed up to buy more tests, more medicine, and stronger healthcare delivery in the world's poorest communities.
It's not a complete win--Danaher is still charging way too much for other tests, including their test for extensively drug resistant tuberculosis. But oh my God, the fact that this happened in a week is truly extraordinary and a huge testament to 1. the power of nerdfighteria, and 2. the power of working in deep partnership with trusted allies, including Doctors without Borders, Partners in Health, and the Treatment Action Group.
Thanks to all who have been or will be part of the fight to end tuberculosis. This is nowhere near the end, but it's such an important step.
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kerryweaverlesbian · 1 month
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Dean Winchester of Supernatural fame is NOT reading parenting books he is putting on Cheaper By The Dozen, Daddy Daycare and Honey I Shrunk The Kids taking notes.
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charlieconwayy · 8 months
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Remember your reckless spontaneity. That's the best part of you, and the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Besides mom. I know my own life.
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The player opening undertale post no mercy route fr
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anewp0tat0 · 7 days
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it doesn't feel real to me fellas. but I don't have time to sit by and chat and unload unfortunately so I'll just drop this and be on my way, cya kind folks very soon ✌️
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not professional but I liked how his eye looked goddang it. I knew I was screwing myself but I did it anyway
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cuntylestat · 4 months
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i'm literally going to kms
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lilacpaperbird · 4 months
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IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU !!! IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU.
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xdacted · 3 months
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not here
Pairing: Reader x Carlos Sainz Jr.
Warnings: pure 100% fluff, nothing but fluff, the tiniest hint of angst, but mostly fluff
Word Count: 500
Status: Completed
Carlos didn’t get to see her as often as he wanted. 
He didn’t even get to see her as often as he needed. There was always something pulling him away. Always a phone call to be taken, an autograph to be signed, an interview to be helped - always something. 
But not now. 
Not here. 
Not in the quiet hours of the morning, just before daybreak, the sun resting below the horizon. The moon cast pure light through the windows, moonbeams dancing across their sheets, stars twinkling beside them. Her arms curled around a pillow, legs tangled together. He didn’t know where he began and she ended, but he liked it that way. The lingering night breeze brushed against his bare skin, sweeping through the windows. The world outside fluttered awake, but Carlos had her here. 
Pressed to her back, arms tucked around her waist, buried in the thicket of her hair. Carlos couldn’t see her face, but he had memorized it. Each shadow, each line, each curve - each beautiful feature was committed to memory. The soft sound of her snores filled their room, her heartbeat steady against his skin. 
Not a thing could reach them here. 
He liked it that way. 
Carlos leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the exposed skin of her shoulder, “Hermosa.”
His voice was too quiet to wake her, but he liked to see her nose twitch at the sound. 
Beautiful. 
Moments like these, where the world seemed to still for just a second, made the distance agonizing. Separated by oceans, miles of land, hours of the day - it was painful. Race weekends were filled with exhilaration and adrenaline. Race weekends were also filled with a clawing sense of breathlessness. 
He couldn’t breathe. 
But here, laying beside her without a care in the world, he breathed. 
Carlos breathed. 
Inhaling the scent of her shampoo and the dying hints of her perfume, she filled his lungs.
He breathed. 
She turned in his arms with a heavy sigh, burrowing into his chest. Carlos couldn’t help but smile, tightening his arms around her. 
He didn’t see her as often as he wanted, but she was here now. 
Behind him, the sun began to rise, warmth trailing up his back. Soft rays crawled up the sky, spilling across her skin, and coiling in her hair. Carlos leaned down, pressing another kiss to her cheek and neck. She groaned, scrunching her eyebrows together. 
A gentle laugh rumbled from his chest, dropping another kiss to her nose, “Hermosa…”
“...stop watching me sleep…”
Her voice was scratchy and unused, the corner of her lip quirked to reveal the smallest hint of a smile. 
“But you’re so beautiful,” He whispered, nuzzling into her neck, “How can I help myself?”
A giggle fell from her lips like wind chimes singing together - beautiful. 
“It’s creepy,” She stretched, arms winding around his neck, “Better only be for me.”
“Of course,” He said, “No one but you.”
After all, not a thing could reach them. 
Not here. 
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A/N:This work has been cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. All are under the name XDACTED. Thank you for reading and feel free to request fics about any of the drivers <3
Also this is my attempt at trying to get out of my writing slump, it's short, it's sweet. I like it, so pls enjoy
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applecranberryjuice · 3 months
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i NEED to know how he's dealing with the news
Sonic Prime was really entertaining and fun actually, i have only a couple comics and the fandubs as base of what these characters should act like, so i enjoyed it with a fresh mind and liked the interactions This was my first time drawing them, i am so very bad at them
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softerhaze · 10 months
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pretty--in--purple · 2 years
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fexarii · 4 months
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Kanako deserved sm better dawg, fym ur mom just injects u with some Mystery Possibly Corrupt Liquid cuz u were having confidence issues and u instantly die uughh, , beats Ceroba up ,,,/lh
anyways now she's slop in Alphys' basement forever, how we feeling gang (i cried)
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