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baby--chula2 years ago
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listing-to-port3 years ago
Eight things that were what they were
1. It was as useful as a chocolate teapot. That is to say, children loved it, and crowded around asking for another; and it might just have saved the life of someone who was starving.
2. It went down like a lead balloon. Which is to say: it was designed to go down, and did so very successfully; and unlike the other balloons it was able to go into the deep ocean and explore there, perhaps holding a fragile crew within its compass to take notes.
3. It was a let-down. With its help we were able to get off the high branch where we had become stuck and make our way down to the ground, the non-swaying, marvellous, steady ground and get home to tell our story.
4. It was a lemon. With it we could make amazing food or power a battery or cure scurvy or write secret messages or we could even plant it and make a whole tree making more replicas of its amazing self.
5. It was a damp squib. An explosion that did not happen. A fire that did not take, an injury unmade, a building still standing, a night sky in perfect stillness for a moment longer.
6. It was a washout. Afterwards, everything was so clean. So clean. The air was fresh and new and sweet and we could see as far as the mountains and upon them the tiny glints of distant lake water.
7. It was an also-ran. When the time came to run, it also ran. It did not need to; perhaps it just wanted to, or perhaps it was supporting some other runner who needed it more, who knows? But it ran.
8. It was a flop. A flop onto soft pillows, exhausted, at the end of the day; the last and the best part of the day, the start of the warm drift into welcome sleep.
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baby--chula3 years ago
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bisexuallsokka8 months ago
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skimmeha year ago
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Soooo .... Have sans being liquid HAH
cos the idea of sans being bascilly a lazy ass cat brings me joy
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ghibli-bunny2 years ago
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moooood - happy friday everyone, hope you all have a wonderful day
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baby--chula2 years ago
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helloorandomfandom3 years ago
Little Doves find love in the strangest ways
Eric x reader
Words: 1944
I鈥檓 cruising聽down flop street but I鈥檓 still feeling sweet.
Also let me know if you want other characters. LEAVE SOME REQUESTS!聽
Y/n. That was the name you were now living with. That was the name you decided to stick with as soon as you hit the net. You had been asked and that was your decision. Your first day in Dauntless was well daunting.聽 Making friends was easy being from Amity. Kill them with kindness was basically your motto. You had joined a pretty houmous and lively clique that gladly welcomed you. The first night with the faction transfers was one of your favourites. Most of the group got tattoos but you opted for a personalized necklace. One charm had your name on a vinyl record made of gold and another said聽鈥楢mity鈥 on a tree. You loved music and you left Amity.聽 That was the first day.聽 Everything after that got exceptionally harder.
Physical training wasn鈥檛 horrible but you also weren鈥檛 a 鈥榗hampion鈥. I guess doing some heavy, weight work in Amity helped with your muscle mass. One week you did phenomenally but the next you were setup to fight Peter and lets say, a few bruises and one excruciatingly painful headache made you lose the Amity spring in your step. Losing that fight brought your rank down a debatable amount. Deciding to not cause a ruckus you kept your mouth shut and dealt with it.聽 The decrease did however deplete your motivation leaving you with a few lazy punches or easy blocks causing you to earn a couple of bruises.
鈥淒ove, in the ring!鈥 Four鈥檚 voice shouted.
Dove was the nickname you got being one of the few Amity transfers. It was Will鈥檚 doing because doves are a symbol of purity and peace, and so are you according to him.聽 Your bare feet padded across the cool smooth concrete and onto the springy mat.聽You cocked your head to the side, wordlessly asking who you would be fighting.
鈥淎l, jump in.鈥
Oh come on. Al was obviously no match for you, he was to soft. Although according to others so were you. Eric gave the signal and you began to dance around the ring, arms up with Al.
鈥淭oday initiates!鈥 Eric鈥檚 voice demanded sounding obviously bored.
You let out a sigh and stepped forward. Lifting you leg up and twisting your body you roundhouse kicked Al in the face knocking him out cold.聽
As you reached down and picked up his unconscious body you let out the word
The weight was semi-relieved as another person helped you with the unconscious boy.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 apologise initiate.鈥澛
This made you mentally facepalm.
鈥淥h my God, Sorry!鈥
Eric鈥檚 steel blue eyes glared at you as the two of you walked the halls to the infirmary.聽
鈥淗oly shit Y/n stop it!鈥 You scolded yourself.
You tiny outburst of embarrassment seemed humourous to Eric who let out a chuckle.聽
鈥淒on鈥檛 laugh at me! It鈥檚 not my fault, I blame the bread!鈥
鈥淥h little Dove, how innocent you are.鈥 Eric teased, still laughing a little.
Al was dropped into a hospital bed and you made your way back to the training center. Partnering up with Will, you practiced some basic skills involving blocking, jabs and throat hits.聽
鈥淎ll right get out!鈥 Eric shouted.聽
Everyone began to shuffle out the room including you.
鈥淒ove, stay back!鈥澛
鈥淯GH!鈥 You groaned clearly annoyed.
Everyone you passed gave you sympathetic looks or a quick聽鈥榞ood luck鈥.
鈥淲hat do you require, Sir?鈥
鈥淲ell I was going to offer you help but with that attitude I don鈥檛 think so.鈥
鈥淥h great! So I can go and shower now? I really need to.鈥 You jumped from foot to foot towards the door. Peeking your head round the corner you smiled.聽鈥淥h Eric? I may be from Amity but you won鈥檛 find me begging.鈥 You winked and swiftly made your way back to the dorm room retiring to bed after a much needed shower.聽
The next week or so Eric kept holding you back, giving you useless jobs to do.聽
鈥淲e don鈥檛 even use these knives Eric. Why do I have to sharpen them?鈥
鈥淏ecause little innocent Dove, I鈥檓 exposing your pure self to dangerous items.鈥 Eric teased.
鈥淥h my-! I鈥檝e had it with you! I鈥橫 NOT INNOCENT!鈥澛 Your rageful outburst took over your body and the next thing you knew you had hurled a knife straight into Eric鈥檚 shoulder.聽 鈥淥h for fucks sake!鈥澛 The adrenaline coursing through your veins gave you enough courage to grab Eric by the hand and drag him through the halls to his apartment.聽
鈥淒o I even want to know why you know where I live?鈥 Eric questioned punching in his code.
The door slid open sending a cool breeze over you.聽 鈥淔or your information, I wish to know my way around thank you. Apparently I鈥檓 already gullible enough as is.鈥
Eric chuckled which caused a muffled groan.聽
鈥淗ey, you pushed my buttons that what you deserve.鈥
Silence fell over the apartment and you dragged Eric into his bathroom. Frantically searching for his first-aid kit you seized the bright red bag and unzipped it. The contents exploded and you found exactly what you needed.聽
鈥淏race yourself.鈥 You said wrapping your fingers around the knife鈥檚 handle.
Eric grabbed the bench and you yanked the blade from his skin. He let out a string of mangled groans expressing his agony.
鈥淪hirt.鈥 You guestured.
鈥淚s this an excuse to see me shirtless, not so innocent, little Dove?鈥 Eric flirted.
鈥淚t鈥檚 either I fix this or you get infected, because we both know you鈥檙e too stubborn to tell the nurse an initiate stabbed you.鈥
Eric rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt over his head with minimal staining to his shoulder. You were awestruck at his Greek God physique. Holy shit, this man is fit. His six pack basically shines like the sun and it鈥檚 so hard not to look away.聽 But you do, opting to unscrew the lid on some antiseptic liquid to keep from drooling. Pouring some onto a wad of spare gauze you warned the Dauntless leader again.
鈥淭his is gonna sting like a bitch.鈥
鈥淚 think I can hand-鈥
Eric cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath as you pressed the soaked gauze onto his bleeding wound. The shocking action caused his hands to latch onto the nearest thing. Your hips.聽 Your cheeks flushed as your y/e/c eyes met his steel blue ones, causing him to smirk.
鈥淵ou鈥檝e got a nice set of love handles here Dove.鈥
鈥淲ell your pretty bold aren鈥檛 you, Sir?鈥 You replied using the gauze to wipe the excess blood.
Putting the wad in the trash, you fiddled with the needle struggling to thread it. After about the fifth attempt the thread went through and you secured a knot onto the end.聽 You rested your hand onto Eric鈥檚 protruding bicep and pierced his skin dragging it back in and out repeatedly. Once the wound was closed you cut the thread and taped down a fresh pad of gauze overtop to keep it clean. You cleaned up the bench in silence then reopened the cupboard and grabbed some aspirin. Popping two pills out the bottle you handed them to Eric who took them and without saying anything retreated to the kitchen. You put the bottle and kit back, closing the door and exiting the bathroom.聽
Walking towards the door you pushed the button and it slid open.聽 鈥淲here are you going Initiate?鈥 鈥淭o hopefully get some privacy for a shower.鈥 鈥淗ere.鈥 Eric walked over to his dresser and grabbed a plain black t-shirt throwing it to you.聽 鈥淐are to join?鈥 You teased.聽 Eric scoffed and you dashed into the bathroom.聽
Once the warm water hit your skin,you were a moaning mess. The steam clouded the glass and you completed your usual routine. Parting with the heat, you dried off and slipped Eric鈥檚 shirt over your head. The shirt sat mid-thigh and complemented your curves. You braided your hair into a simple plait and let it fall to one side. Exiting the bathroom the smell of cheesy goodness filled your nostrils.聽
鈥淲hy are your showers so much better? It鈥檚 not fair.鈥
鈥淏ecause Dove, we are privileged from passing initiation.鈥 He responded handing you a bowl of Mac n cheese.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e starting to grow on me Coulter. I鈥檓 not sure if I should be afraid or intrigued.鈥
Eric moved closer towards you. Putting his bowl on the bench, the action which you repeated. Eric鈥檚 boots made two short steps towards you ending up face to face with you. His minty breath casted a cool breeze to fall on your lips. You swiftly looked down at the black combat boots encasing your feet, that was until you felt the soft touch of Eric鈥檚 fingers under your chin pushing it upwards. Your gaze met his and you flirtatiously blinked smiling a little towards him.聽
And with that Eric closed the gap between you, connecting at the lips, eyes closed. The kiss was slow and filled with passion. You deepened the kiss by turning you head to the side and lifting your hand to hold Eric鈥檚 neck. The sound of your heartbeat heavy in your ears balanced out the apartment鈥檚 silence as Eric鈥檚 crisp breath calmed you. Your tense muscles relaxed as Eric placed a hand on your hip and the other on your cheek. He began to walk, backing you into the kitchen bench you were lifted up and onto the frigid marble countertop. Eric stepped between you legs that wrapped themselves around his still bare torso. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to tug at his hair. Eric let out a low groan and you broke away from his addictive lips letting out a small giggle.聽
鈥淓njoying yourself Coulter?鈥 You giggled again.
鈥淟ittle Dove, whatever should I do with you?鈥
You leaned forwards and pressed a lasting kiss to Eric鈥檚 lips before teasingly pulling away and resting your forehead against his.聽
鈥淚 should go.鈥 You whispered disappointed.聽
Eric pulled away and helped you down from the counter. You gave him a chaste kiss and swiftly walked to the door. You looked over your shoulder and quipped.
鈥淜eep that shoulder clean, yeah?鈥
You left the apartment and quickly returned to the dorm room hoping not to get flooded with questions.
Your eyes peeked through the crowd of various hair colours in search of the scoreboard. Your name was situated on the third rung meaning not only did you pass initiation you made it to top three. Tris, one of your close friends, sat at the top taking her well earned spot as overall 鈥榳inner鈥.聽
鈥淭op three initiate. Well deserved.鈥 The rugged voice of your secret boyfriend whispered into you ear.聽
鈥淭hank you Sir.鈥澛
You reached your arms up and held the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e mine now.鈥 He grumbled and you tilted your head to meet him.
鈥淚 suppose so.鈥 You whispered against his lips.
Everyone in the room quickly shut up and stared at the pair of you.
Eric鈥檚 lips captured your words and disolved them into the kiss. The once silent Pit erupted in cheers and wolf whistles egging you on.聽聽 When you broke apart, the crowd cheered even louder and a few people you knew, including Tris who knowingly hated Eric, congratulated you.聽 The Pit died down only to spike back up at the loud music blasted through large speakers and the party officially began.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 this Dove鈥檚 time to fly!鈥 You shouted running off into the crowd of dancing Dauntless.
And fly you did.聽
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citrussolisa year ago
katara: oh gosh oh no sokka what's your blood type?!
sokka: uh red
katara: no l-
zuko: actually the blood is blue while it's still inside the body
sokka, bleeding out slowly: oh yeah we should probably get some blue then
aang: how do you know?
katara: that's not-
zuko: veins are blue
aang: maybe that's just what color veins are
sokka, pale, about to pass out: just get... a little... of both n mix em
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baby--chula2 years ago
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batwan3 years ago
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FILMS WATCHED IN 2018 鈫 Independence Day (1996) dir. Roland Emmerich. Perhaps it鈥檚 fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom鈥 Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution鈥 but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: 鈥淲e will not go quietly into the night!鈥 We will not vanish without a fight! We鈥檙e going to live on! We鈥檙e going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!
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elevenlitvocabcards2 months ago
I just wanna give a shout out to all the gifted burn out kids who are most likely LGBT, have self esteem issues, hyper fixate, and are either sensitive or show no emotion at all [no in between]
Aka Logan stans
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baby--chula3 years ago
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