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#catch me crying in the club
starcurtain · 1 year
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Not me, crying because I remembered the Windblume lines about people in Sumeru forming families through their academic research, which adds a whole other layer of meaning to Kaveh’s character story...
Kaveh tore his and Alhaitham’s thesis in half. Alhaitham removed his own name.
What really fell apart--a research project or yet another one of Kaveh’s hopes for a family?
"Our views are aligned, and they are complete."
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dooblebrain · 4 months
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also a hug comp
Because i have a problem
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Thinking about Riz GukGak once again taking stress for other people, not needing to take any himself (at least yet. We haven’t seen the mystery roll yet), who is doing a million things at the same time and who can’t even just have a casual chat with his mum, and who still might fail at getting to college due to things out of his control
Thinking about Fabian setting up a spa day at his house to try and help his friends relax, which no one makes use off, so while the house is full of nurses, it’s not filled with people that can help make it a home
Thinking about Adaine helping Gorgug with barbarian classes by getting him to yell at her, because while she will never ask for help herself and admit things are going wrong, she is still ready to reach out and help other people
Thinking about Gorgug hitting a wall with artificing, but he’s trying and he’s keeping his head above water for now, and it’s soon gonna get better he promises cause he finally got his MCAT, only to come home and find a baked good and a reminder that he let down Gorbag and Roz
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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months
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Binders and Bonding
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Negan x Non Gender Specific!Reader
Summary: Negan finds you trying on a binder. Very soft stuff.
Requests are: OPEN
Since the beginning of the apocalypse, you have had one binder. A ratty old thing you'd had from before The Fall.
And when that binder had fallen apart and was no longer useable? Well, it's safe to say that you had a considerable cry. Binders were not necessarily something easy to come by when the world was still running, never-mind when it had all but ceased to function.
So when you had found a binder in your size down in the market at the Sanctuary, you had snatched that up without a second of hesitation. You'd kept it hidden for another day or two while you waited for Negan to go out. On a run, to a meeting- to anything really.
You'd never told him about that part of yourself. Never felt comfortable enough to try to. Sure, you were relatively masculine in the way you presented yourself- in the way you spoke and moved and thought, but it was just... part of you. Not something you really thought about needing to tell people unless something was really bothering you.
And Negan didn't bother you.
So when Negan had a meeting he was moaning about having to attend for 'the whole Goddamn day, doll. Just kill me now-' you knew this was your chance.
It had been so long since you'd put a binder on, anyway- what if you didn't like it anymore? What if it hurt? What if it didn't feel like you anymore and you'd just wasted a whole bunch of credits on something you couldn't even wear?
Thumbing the fabric, you bit your lip nervously. You were standing by the window, watching all the people way down below. You were lucky not to have to be one of the workers. Lucky enough to be one of Negan's partners but also one of his advisors. A unique position created just for you.
But it just... wasn't quite you. Not yet.
Deciding to just bite the bullet and pull the binder on, you felt immediate comfort at the tight stretch of the fabric across your body.
How you could have ever thought this wasn't you anymore was a fucking mystery. You hadn't even adjusted yet for the right fit and waves of comfort and relief were pouring over you. Quickly and quietly, heart pounding out of your chest- you adjusted yourself to get the best (and safest) results.
You threw on one of Negan's tee's over the top, relishing in the flatness of your chest. Oh, this? Negan's smell and cologne wrapped around you, and the relief of seeing yourself in the mirror and feeling so genuinely you? It was... perfect.
You eyed yourself in the mirror as you pulled the collar of your shirt up to wipe away a tear that had escaped.
"Well, would you look at that-" you hear a low voice from behind you. "You know I do love to see you in my clothes."
From behind you in the mirror you could see Negan hadn't noticed yet. He was too busy looking up your legs and at the peek of ass cheek below the hem of the tee.
"Negan-" you said, hastily wiping the residue of the tear away. "I thought you had a meeting?"
"Emergency on the East Side," he replied. "Thought I'd send Simon to deal with it and come back to bed. It's good being the big bad wolf."
You chuckled and turned to face him. It took all of about two seconds for Negan to notice something was significantly different. He didn't say anything at first, just taking in what he was seeing.
You briefly wondered if he even knew what a binder was.
"I... I can explain," you said after a couple tense seconds, wringing your hands together anxiously. Negan stepped forward and pressed his finger to your lips, effectively shushing you.
"So this explains the size of your humongous balls then, huh," he chuckled. "Not lady-nuts after all. Just a pair of manly big dick-swinging balls."
You blushed at the crudeness. One of the things you liked most about him. He grinned at you, gaze flitting between your eyes and your lips.
"Suppose this might be the right time to tell you..." he leans in close, whispering into your ear with a voice deep as gravel. "I swing both ways."
He pulls away to run his hand down your side.
"And you? You are hot as fuck," he trails open-mouthed kisses across your throat. "Never thought there'd be another man here to rival me, but here- we- are."
You bit your lip, so taken aback by his support and care for you. He hadn't asked you a single question about any of this yet. But it was a breath of fresh air to have someone just understand.
"Doesn't matter why you didn't tell me, darling," he says as if he can read your thoughts. "I get it. But we are definitely gonna need to find you some more of these."
You laughed, practically tackling him for a kiss. He grabbed at your hair and pressed himself up against you, savouring the taste of you- savouring the feel of you. And if the hard tent in his pants was anything to go by, he was definitely enjoying himself.
When he pulls away, he has a soft look that you've not seen very often from him. A loving look.
"You do look very handsome," he says, pressing his forehead to yours.
"Guess I've finally got myself a husband."
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i-lavabean · 1 month
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"I remember days spent on the shore with Cordelia"
Sorry but the implication that Cordelia saw a kid who lost their mother and sibling and was lost and angry and stepped in to fill the gap not once, but twice or maybe even more is just So Much. That she might've been to Raj what she was for Mina?
Ugh I'm gonna be crying in the corner if anyone needs me
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jjongho · 2 years
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jongho ♡ 220802 lee mujin service
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dominusfero · 9 months
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"...Kevin felt as if he had been touched by an angel. His angel. His King. His husband, Daniel."
Future scene from The Swan King
An absolutely amazing commission from @captain-wolfee / @off-the-heezys
Drop them a commission; the quality is untouchable. Fucking immaculate.
Also, please read my fic and maybe leave a comment? A kudos, perhaps? I work very hard sailing this ship, y'know LOL
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happygirl2oo2 · 7 days
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Hullo! I was offered a digital ARC of your novel this morning and pounced on it as soon as I saw "sapphic", "celtic folktale" and "nova scotia" in the same sentence*. I then DEVOURED it in a day. It's gorgeous, beautiful, moody and Gothic and also dream-like. It was joyful and tense and poignant, and I loved it very much. My wife and I have had repeated conversations in recent months about how sparse it feels like good Sapphic books (that suit our genre interests, at least) can be, and then here comes Sweet Sting of Salt to prove me wrong.
Thank you. This was a gorgeous and excellent read, start to finish, and I can't wait for it to be released so I can add a print copy to our bookshelf. Just wanted to let you know. 💕
*exaggeration, but they were all on the same email and it wasn't a very long email so it counts
…catch me crying in my coffee first thing this morning (in the loveliest possible way)! Thank you so, so much for reaching out to let me know—I’m so glad you enjoyed Salty! Knowing that she’s out there finding people that she really speaks to, who are longing for a story like this just as much as I was when I first started writing it means more to me than I can say.
Thank you again for reading, and for reaching out with such kind words about my beloved firstborn work. It really means a lot to me! You’ve made this debut author’s entire day—week maybe!—and it’s barely 7am.
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ruethenerd · 2 months
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I started Hazbin Hotel, and all I have to say is FUCK! More Than Anything has had me in tears every time I listen to it😭
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f1zoom-froom · 7 months
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Woke up at quarter past 5 in the morning for the pre-race and the FIRST thing I see is Lance has withdrawn due to injury 😭😭😭
Thankfully, the team has said he's just still feeling the crash, not that anything has been injured or anything
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sometimesanalice · 6 days
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Omg Alexa literally dying after your last fic is was incredible I love love loved it so much!! 💓💓💓
CHARLIE 💖😭💖😭💖😭 you sweet gem, you don’t know how much I needed this!! 🫶🏻
When I say I was NERVOUS about this one, I clicked ‘post’ and then had to chuck my phone across the room and take a lap, lol
It was fun to take a part of their history and play with it a little bit! Because she did go spend a Spring Break with him and if you’ve read Give Me Your Hand/Here Is My Heart there’s a wink to that frat party! It just didn’t happen *quite* like that, haha 😂
But this was a new trope for me, so it was so important to me for the vibe to feel authentic and genuine, but also for it to feel like Them™️
Thank you for popping by with this note! It truly means the world to me! Thank you for always being so supportive! I’m so happy you liked it!! 💖💖💖
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gecklund · 1 year
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“We were a perfect fit together. I can’t say enough good things about Patrick Marleau.” -Joe Thornton
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nonhumen · 9 months
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finally watched the sb stageplay and boy that rimlaine scene was so much.
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tsareviich · 2 months
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@w4ntd : 🎶 to serenade my muse v-day memes. || accepting!
he had had a little ( lot ) too much to drink, which was the only reason he had the bright idea that he could actually sing. he couldn't. but that didn't stop him from turning up the for background music. he grabs a fork, holding it like a microphone as he turns into eugene. " des yeux qui font baisser les miens, " he starts, proud of himself for remembering, not only the lyrics but the french. he continues singing, slipping in and out of the french lyrics into something in between french and english.
" Он вошел в мое сердце. " caught up in his singing, he doesn't even realize he's switched back to his native russian. he's swaying softly, as his eyes shut, arms wrapped around himself. it doesn't translate perfect but vasily is too drunk to notice or care. he's lost in the lyrics, almost singing to himself now. thoughts of eugene, of their life together flashing through his head. " Проблемы, душевные боли исчезают. "
unfortunately for him, vasily was so caught up in his thoughts, he failed to notice the dog toy on the floor, resulting in him slipping right into eugene's lap. he curses under his breath, hiding his redden cheeks in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. it takes him a minute to recover but he doesn't move, twisting to look up at him. " it’s you for me, me for you in life. you said that to me, swore it for life. and as soon as i see you, i feel in me, my heart that pounds. " he speaks the rest of the song against him, as if it was vasily saying them to eugene.
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mr-independent · 1 year
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And this is why I love fic writers. Just read a line that said that Ted is always trying to protect other people from his feelings and that's it. That's it. He's trying to protect other people from his feelings bc that would be burdening them and who knows what sort of inner turmoil they got going on? If he were more careful about it (and mind you this is what i imagine is going on in his mind, i in no way agree with this thought process) if he'd kept it in and not burdened his dad with it maybe he'd still be around. It certainly wasn't Michelle that made him that way, since that was her chief complaint about him, so it's gotta be about his dad. He feels like if he adds his negative emotions onto other people they'll collapse. He's gotta be happy and excited all the time bc maybe, just maybe, if he's all smiles he can save someone else from having that fateful worst day. From doing what his dad did. If he can show people the positive side of things, maybe he can save them.
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