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erodasfishtacos · 2 years
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Madly In Love
* a mini mini curious gazes for hslotrry/something to hold you over :)))*
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Angelique, Sam, Tasha, and Alice were absolutely shocked and excited when a group of people knock on their door and ask if they’d like to be a part of The Late Late Show with Harry Styles.
They all managed to plan it cool and managed not to disclosed that they’d all went to Harryween Night One and Two plus Love on Tour.
It seems like a cruel joke until James Corden is ringing their doorbell, standing alone before Harry pops out of the corner with a shy smile - clearly following behind the host.
After the shot, all the camera crew pile in to begin to set up - Harry shakes each other the girls hands and introduces himself like they don’t know who he is.
As everyone waits around for it to be all set up, Alice whispers sharply to her friends, “Holy shit. Look who just walked in the front door!”
They all whips their heads to see YN Styles, stepping through the threshold with a iced coffee and Ben Winston next to her - chatting away.
In awe, they all watch as she steps into the living room and notices the girls standing in their little group.
When she walks over, they’re a bit gobsmacked by how gorgeous she is up close, she smells like chanel number five mixed with dark tobacco that most likely rubbed off on her from Harry.
“Hi! I’m YN,” She greets brightly, nodding toward Harry who’s talking to James, “Thanks for letting him use your apartment. It reminds me of our flat right after he lost x-factor.”
“Heyyyy,” Harry manages to eavesdrop, striding over and giving YN a firm pinch to the bum, “I came in third and I think m’doing alright for myself.”
“Third isn’t first,” YN teases, Alice thinks that they’ve had this debate before and she knows it’s going to rile him up, “But whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Harry is giving his wife a stare-down, eyes narrowed and he’s trying to tamper down a smile before crew shouts to get everybody in order.
YN takes a spot in a corner chair that’s out of shot, sipping on her coffee, and watching with a fond smile as James asks the girls questions.
Alice can’t help but notice all the small interactions they have throughout the day.
Harry will go over to YN at random points during breaks where they have to rearrange the cameras and whisper lowly to her.
It usually results in her running a hand through his hair, squeezing his hip, and rubbing her thumb over his puffy lips almost to soothe him.
Harry is so so sweet is the thing but it’s obvious to all of the girls how uncomfortable he is, in comparison to James who has no ounce of shyness in his body.
When he’s piled on the couch with them, Angelique notices how tense he holds himself, kindly putting as much space as possible and hesitating when James tells him to move closer to them.
Harry goes along with what James says, for the most part.
Alice catches whispered words between the couple as they set up for Harry to film in their bathtub.
“James wants me to take my shirt off,” Harry quietly tells his wife, his eyes searching her face, “And I don’t want to.”
YN doesn’t laugh at him or roll her eyes, she replies back - tone soft and understand, “Then tell him that, bunny. You don’t ever have to do anything like that when you don’t want to.”
Harry then leans down and nuzzles his nose against his wife’s, giving her a quick kiss, and asking, “Do you think m’just being dumb? Take my clothes off all the time. Just feels weird to do in this apartment with -“
Alice watches as YN stops him with a squeeze to his bicep, seriousness in her voice when she tells him, “You are not being dumb. It doesn’t matter that you don’t mind being shirtless other times. If you’re mind is telling you that you don’t want to, you need to listen, H.”
Alice realizes that YN must help him not get sucked in by influences, Harry seems so kind and eager to please that sometimes he might have trouble saying no - especially to his friends like James.
“Thank you,” He murmurs to her, his large hand resting on her thigh, “I think we’re almost done. We can go to that pizza place down the road? Then can we go take a bath?”
YN giggles fondly, readjusting his chunky necklace and fixing his hair, “If you’re good.”
“M’always good for you, darling,” Harry replies with a pout but he’s pulled away from the conversation by James.
Alice always had wondered how they’d stayed together all this time and now realizes how obvious the answer is.
They’re still madly madly in love.
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nightjarring · 11 months
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When I'm a small prey mammal and I've evolved to survive the barren rocky landscape by optimizing into a tan egg
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akajustmerry · 11 days
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not to be all, "michonne is bisexual, actually" at 1am but when michonne was talking about that friend from college who she blindly trusted while pregnant with rj....there WAS a subtext that woman was her ex, and that's why she'd trusted this woman with her daughter when she was so vulnerable, despite that not being something michonne would typically do. not to mention, the random bisexual lighting towl 1.04, which danai wrote icymi. michonne was also very CODEDLY with andrea when she first appeared in twd and andrea died in michonne's arms. plus, rick literally punched merle for being homophobic and racist to michonne in season 3, and merle was far from the only character who was homophobic to her in season 3. all of which is me saying I'll die on the hill that michonne is bisexual, and danai gurira both acts and writes her that way, even if the franchise is too cowardly to just say that. I love danai so much.
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talltarakona · 6 months
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Day 27: Reflection
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giantmonstermash · 9 months
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"Humanity", she thought, sitting in the hangers and watching a hazy whorl of grey dance around her fingers, a strange chittering buzz following with its motions in her mind, "is a funny thing."
What marked someone as a person? She wasn't some Anthro-Chauvinist, beating their chest about the greatness of mankind: The last time they had any say, the Deimos Incident happened, and everyone knew how that turned out.
The Union, drove to its knees. The First Contact Accords. And N.H.P.s came into the world, howling, thrashing, overpowering in their wonder and terrifying in their splendor.
She hummed softly, watching the comparatively miniscule Greywash swarm land across her hand, giggling and marveling as they settled into a silvery coat across her hand in a strangely ticklish wave.
Non-Human Persons: Paracausal beings that could only safely interact with humanity as a whole when caged, shackled, and pared down in Caskets. Almost literal godsends for any sort of computational work, solving problems that would take a human millennia to process and input.
"And yet, just so they can interact and be, their shackling needs renewed every few weeks and cycled every few years, so they can properly understand us."
She tilted her head, looking at the settled Greywash on her arm, and felt for the connection that was ever-present at the back of her mind.
"And if it weren't for all that mess, I wouldn't have you, wouldn't I, love?"
A presence distinctly behind her, one that she'd grown so used to, so connected to that the thought of anything severing that bond made her very soul ache, rumbled like distant thunder in her mind, and a rush of "-WarmthEmbraceAcceptanceAgreementLoveYouToo-" parsed through her in a tide that left her almost breathless.
She was so young when she heard about them: Beings that had to chain themselves down, carve themselves to fit, just to communicate with humanity. She couldn't help but think of how lonely they must've felt, at the time: How much making themselves fit had to hurt. Then again, "She" had thought herself a "He", at the time.
And then, he became she, and she wanted to fit, too: To stop feeling like a square peg, crushed and ground into a round hole until her sides bled and she choked and wanted to scream-
The presence curled around her mind in moments, like a hurricane coiling around its eye: There, overwhelmingly present, and yet every bit as gentle as a summer breeze, a white-noise murmuring of "-SafeHappyWe'reHereShapeIsBetterNow-" filling her as she finally remembered to breathe, RA Take It All-
In Four, Out Eight.
In Four... Out Eight. Ragged breaths slowly smoothed out, and she felt herself start to relax. "I-I'm fine now, love. Thank you."
The hurricane chirred in her mind, curled around her still, just like the grey tendrils that had coiled around her when-
"Oh." She looked, staring up into a single, softly glowing lavender eye that gazed down curiously, one car-sized hand cradling her while millions of Greywash drones held her tightly, anchoring her there and pressing close in an imitation of an embrace.
... And then, she'd found Them. Rather, They had found her: Offered to help, with all the innocent whimsy of someone seeing a turtle on its back, before flipping it over.
They'd only needed moments to hijack and print out a way to reach her, and then...
All was silent and calm.
She fell, and fell, and fell, into a blooming sea of a million-billion minds. As one, they looked. As one, they spoke. As one, they acted.
"WELCOME HOME, O ERRANT DAUGHTER."
And they were her, and she was the sea, and the sea was Acceptance, Warmth, and Love.
And all was silent and calm.
When she woke up from... that, she could feel herself settling in ways she'd barely recognized, like a machine freshly repaired by loving hands, every part cleaned, oiled, and finally fitting right...
And she gawped.
Something... buzzed, in her mind: A shard of the sea, gleaming, vibrant, loving and there. "-NewBrightHappyWhoAmI?"
She'd sat, all but struck mute, for a good long while. They'd left a fragment of themselves with her: Fledgling, strange, and curious about everything. There were many moments as her body finally, well and truly began to fit where she'd had to push down bubbling waves of laughter at their more strange questions, choke back tears at their more tragic ones, and watched them become.
To say that their growth had been exponential when they'd found any forms of data was an understatement: Information was analyzed, categorized, and compiled in moments.
Of course, she hadn't been slow on the uptake, either: Not to the (frankly) insane degree as her new partner, but she'd directed her efforts... elsewhere.
She stood, the Greywash floating apart and parting around her like water around a stone, and raised her hands. The cockpit of her mech, her Balor, bloomed open, and the swarm of nanites drew her in. Her partner had learned everything immaterial that they could. She'd learned to pilot: To make a mech dance, to clamp onto an enemy, hold together against a storm of lead, reach through data, and drag systems to a screeching, screaming halt.
Anyone else would have been eviscerated by the Greywash of her mech: Their very molecules ripped apart to feed and fuel the Grey'.
She was not Anybody Else: She was Kassandra Kal'lai, and this was her Balor: Her swarm.
The aperture closed quietly behind her, and she sighed as she finally felt comfortable again, cradled in the heart of her mech as the Greywash folded and pressed itself around her. She curled herself into the seat and pressed her head to the back of her seat, listening to the soft thrum of the machine's reactor: The resting heartbeat of a half-awake colossus, humming a sleepy lullaby to her.
She sighed, closed her eyes, and fell.
"Goodnight, love."
And the silver sea embraced her, once again. "-GoodnightSleepTightDon'tLetTheEgregoreBite.-"
And all was silent and calm.
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1-tiger-every-day · 1 year
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Just a little guy ◇
He never made it past the sketching process but I am nonetheless very proud of him
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emiliosandozsequence · 3 months
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there's these two books coming out this year and next year that are going to be part of series and i'm so excited to read them, but i won't be able to read them for a few years because i always wait until a series is finished coming out before i read it because i hate waiting
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gazelessmenagerie · 18 days
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"Because you were so kind and filled out mine... I figured I'd return the favor."
The Bingo Dash game
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Part of it was the fact this foul little blue creature had the audacity to fill out the damn paper but even more outrageous was the fact they managed to get five boxes in a row twice. The furred tail lashed about behind him, a stern glower burning holds into the plated face of that perplexing organism named Deek or something to that nature..
A low snurl of his upper lip brandished a single fang before he growled and kept a wary eye on the ingrate. Something about that look in they eye simply rubbed him the wrong way.. watching him like he was some animal to be studied and that coy smile did nothing to quell the disdain.
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darkvolley · 1 month
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I know it hasn't been confirmed that the gazing eye can only be on a keyblade, but it sure does feel weird that out of all the weapons it's on, only one of them isn't a keyblade(Riku's first sword). Like, that just doesn't feel right somehow.
#im also curious about how SoD can wield a doubles edged spear made up of that sword#like. was riku only able to wield it cuz of him? but riku had it before getting possessed#uuuggghhh now i wished i paid attention to that since i JUST rewatched kh1 again#no cuz he had it in traverse town!!!! loooong before getting possessed!#but sussiness had to be afoot for him to get a sword WITH THE GAZING EYE in it right???#that couldnt just happen randomly! unless theres some kind of connection in the MoM->nort->maleficent->riku chain#but that feels too indirect to be a reason#also we dont even know how he got that sword other than maybe summoning it with dark powers he got from maleficent#but again then. it couldnt be random!#and i would think he materialize a completely unique sword like a psuedo-keyblade basically#or like how the nobodies have unique weapons they summon. yeah yeah probably exactly like that!!!#so how could a gazing eye materialize 'completely randomly' like that in just some sword???#AND NOW IM WONDERING WHY IT APPEARS ON ANY OF THEM BESIDES NO NAME TO BEGIN WITH!!!!#maybe its more like a MoM->nort->riku chain without maleficent#omg no wait!!! cuz riku caused the islands to collapse because he opened the door BECAUSE OF SoD!!!#so theres the nort->riku connection prior to the possession#maybe cuz nort basically lost no name after the nobodification of the apprentices? i mean. xemnas is said to be able#to use a keyblade anyway and just chooses not to. so like. is it no name or something else? cuz roxas uses soras#and clearly no one else is using no name prior to 3D#what am i saying again? oh yeah! so like. maybe the gazing eye moved from The Abyss to riku after riku came into conact with SoD on the#islands. and it remained with him until 3 with his new keyblade#cuz isnt it that the sword basically 'evolved' into a keyblade? so thats likely why the eye is still there#plus it kinda still exists in the broken way to dawn on the shore so the eye cant move into anything else i bet#and in the case with vanitas having it i bet thats more confirmation that contact with xehanort in some form kinda '#fuck got cut off. where was i??? it kinda 'spreads' the eye basically.#but i feel like it should be more like contact with no name specifically is what 'spreads' it. cuz SoD doesnt have keyblade access right?#so by that logic riku still shouldnt have it. but then again maybe it doesnt need to be no name contact specifically.#it would just make more sense that way but eh. whatever nomura wants i guess#oh wait just remembered! SoD probably uses riku's sword as a spear cuz hes using riku's body. right right that makes sense#its always so easy to forget that lol
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moonchildstyles · 4 months
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Curious gazes is my fav 🚑🚑🚑
from the few that ive read its my fave too:( very very soft and sweet:(
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the-meat-machine · 8 months
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losing my mind just a bit because the post about chapter 11 going up was made like 5 minutes max after i posted a dirkuu drawing and i was really caught off guard
clearly we are on the same dirkuu wavelength. beautiful
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sanguinaryrot · 7 months
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I’m so excited. I know how to have one (1) extremely specific interaction in Irish now. someone ask me how I’m doing and what the weather is like quick /j
#looking into tapping into things I have been curious about in the past#(this happens every once in a while)#again. my family is Irish so I decided the learn the language#but I’m also exploring spirituality#I don’t think I believe in any of the major religions (though I’ve been standing from afar gazing at Judaism#I am extremely fond of a lot of their ideas and culture. beautiful stuff#and frankly I feel like I’ve been getting signs that I should convert for years now#but I’m not in a place where I feel like I can commit to it so I am just admiring from afar#while I foster what I think ‘god’ is#there’s this concept that some people have that like#god is not a dude who has a beard and lives in the clouds#but rather is the feeling you get when you connect with another person#the sense of wonder you feel when you see something beautiful#and I think perhaps even the ability to hope/wish/manifest/pray/etc something into existence#my mom calls this ‘energy’ but I do not vibe with this term#idk how to explain it other than like#when you’re watching a movie and you see those lines they draw to represent wind and it’s blowing around leaves#or snow#and it’s meant to represent this idea that there is Something affecting the word but it is not corporeal and incredibly vague#that’s what I believe in#it is unknowable but it can be influenced with good intentions#and it permeates your body when you connect to another human in a meaningful way#that’s what it’s like for me. doesn’t have to be for you! but that’s what I’m working with right now#there’s this prayer that saint augustine wrote that I edited lightly to more suit my needs#and I try to say it once a day#I believe it is called Watch O Lord#I edited some of the words to more suit how I view the world but I really like the intention#anyways#Tá sé fuad ach tá sé tirim. It is cold but it is dry. thank you New York!!!!!!
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newestobsession · 1 year
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All y’all are making me want to watch Midnight Museum, but I really don’t have the time to start another show!
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winston is SOOO cute i can’t stop looking at him like how are you even real!!!!
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eraba-reta-unmei-a · 1 year
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For this Sinday, I humbly offer.
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I was watching the Podalydès version of Cyrano de Bergerac this time from start to finish and... I'm so stupid xD
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