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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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I think one of the most surprising parts of transition, specifically going on testosterone, is just how... normal it felt to me. When I was watching other people go on testosterone and describe how they felt, I anticipated that I'd feel the huge emotions, the spark, I guess. But I didn't. If anything, I went from being a neurotic mess to being... normal. Almost painfully normal. It's like I've gotten a cloth and dusted off this thing I call my body.
I honestly think it's interesting how natural I feel on testosterone. I never really thought I could feel this normal, but I do. It's like I can stand in a crowd and not feel like eyes are watching me, like ants crawling on a log.
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velveteencryptid · 4 months
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Just watching the Mummy and having moments
Like, was SJM inspired by the Pharoah's mistress when she painted Feyre Under the Mountain (so everyone would know if anyone touched her, aka Tamllin)?
Like, how Evie and Rick make a good team as soon as they're on the same side: she's watching his back, pulling him out of gunfire without asking or needing to be asked, he's watching hers, recognizing what the wet footprints *might* mean and checking on her immediately.
Like, how Evie says "if he turns me into a mummy you're the first one I'm coming after" but what she means is "I love you" and he GETS IT immediately. They've well established that Imotep has been obsessed with reconnecting with his beloved despite being a mummy. Evie is telling Rick, you're beloved to me, and he hears her even though they've spent so little time together.
Like, how Jonathan is constantly avoiding conflict but NEVER backs down when it happens. He is the last to drop his gun when they visit the museum in Cairo for answers.
Like, how they so subtly compare Jonathan and the prison warden. Both pick up the blue gold scarabs. The warden is driven by greed, he is giggling, he keeps saying "one more" until a scarab breaks loose to eat him. But Jonathan is curious. "Hey gents, have a look at this" he says as he grabs one to show Rick and Ardeth. When it inevitably breaks loose to eat him, Rick and Ardeth are able to save him. Jonathan is greedy, yes, but it is not his primary motivation. And that saves his life.
Like, how Brendan Fraser's eyes have not changed at ALL. Now that he's back in public view, I watch this and go, "oh, there you are Brendan! We missed you buddy"
Like how Evie is a damsel, and she is in distress, but she can handle it. Give her an inch to defend herself and she f*cking WILL.
Like how the entire finale is an absolute PERFECT balance of humor and serious action. We are absolutely worried for their lives, but when Rick screams at the mummies we laugh, bc bro what are you doing lol.
Like how what secures their victory isn't violence or brute strength, it's knowledge. *Evie's* knowledge. She helps Jonathan translate a dead language to save Rick, then she translates it again (under EXTREME pressure) to make Imotep mortal.
Just, ugh. The feels. What a masterpiece.
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merrygejelh · 1 year
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bunnywearsboots · 1 year
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Do you think Ghost and Soap hugged after the last mission? Like especially after Hassan nearly killed Soap?
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dominimoonbeam · 8 months
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So my partner said this thing to me last night that really hit home.
He said, "There's a shark in you."
And I was like, "What?"
He held my face and looked me in the eyes and said, "There's something in you that when you're hurt or afraid, comes after you and starts ripping you apart. It's not right and you need to see it and realize it."
He's right. I do have a shark in me.
So, in case anyone else has a shark in them, this is for you. You do what you can and that's it. You're good. You don't owe that shark anymore blood.
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ididoktoday · 11 months
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It’s ok for me to have feelings.
Big feelings that feel consequential.
Little feelings that pass in a glance.
Feelings that seem like permanent roommates.
Feelings that seem determined to walk out the door at the earliest opportunity.
All of that is ok for me to do.
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thaniel and mori cooking together because cooking is a love language okay have a good night
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ruins-and-rewritez · 10 months
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"Do you think soulmates exist," Kaz asked softly.
Jesper looked beside him, to Wylan's hand curled in his own. Looked across the floor to where Kaz's own gaze remained settled on Inej.
"Yeah. I think they do."
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mildlytired · 7 months
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Little Matthew curling up with Kuma for warmth in the winter. Matthew sharing his blanket with Kuma so he doesn't freez. Not understanding Kuma will be fine.
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Fatin looking at Leah in season 2 of The Wilds
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coffee-at-annies · 6 months
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I’ve been thinking about our core and their silly courting rituals and how everyone was so excited to include Karlsson into the group to make the threesome a foursome and idk I think there’s something that never healed when Flower left. It used to be that the Pens shining stars were Sid and Geno - the captain and his alternate, and the secondary pairing was Flower and Tanger - the goalie and his defenseman. Sid had his own special relationship with Flower - captain and goalie - and Tanger was the distant fourth member of the foursome. Then Flower was traded/drafted to Vegas and the two duos were broken. Tanger got dragged into Sid and Geno’s orbit as a third, being given the A for the first time, making it the captain and his alternates. Tanger and Sid had to create a new dynamic with their goalie, first Muzz and then Jarry but it was never the same as Flower. Flower was a contemporary, and everyone who’s followed is a step down, a step behind. Now we have Karlsson so it’s changing from our core trio to the forwards and the defense, all four decorated stars and future hall of famers. There are days when can I feel Flowers absence. The missing spot where he used to fit at Sid and Tanger and (less so but still very much there) Geno’s sides. I wonder some what this team would look like if we’d kept flower and given up Muzz. Would we have kept Tanger and Geno during contract gate without the open wound that is Flower’s departure? Do we keep this emphasis on the core™️ and keeping them all together through retirement? Geno’s been saying only in Pittsburgh always with Sid with every contract negotiation but does management listen without the hurt that is losing Flower?
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blueberrypancakesworld · 10 months
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Strawberry field
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warning : fluff, tiny comfort, kiss, implied secret relationship, cheating, having feelings for eachother
Samuel Lafferty x fem reader
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The warm summers in Utah were long, tough and warm above all. Besides the normal things to cool off like ice cream, a fan, swimming or just escaping into the shade. There were also the sun worshippers and beach goers who just looked forward to the sun and the tan - a good day at the beach. Or a day in the cool house with the family playing board games.
Whatever you did, there was always something to spend. Or you went to an ice cream parlour and bought an gelato, to the lake for a swim or just to walk around it. Or just jumping into your own cool pool, there really was a lot to do - at first glance everyone seemed to be having fun.
But then there was Y/n, the young saleswoman/cashier at the large field of strawberries at the edge of the town, which adjoined the whole field and stood there. Under the small shelter that looked like a big red strawberry and showed a sign with prices and opening hours.
Although she almost died from the heat and her vision showed once too many strawberries, she was still quite stable. Even though the movement to the baskets she handed to the shoppers was now automatic. Just like the collecting and weighing before she hid the visitors from the consumers with a ,,I hope you like them".
As well as removing a spider from small children or helping them up and shouting at them when they stepped on the strawberries. ,,Only two more hours" she muttered as she looked at her watch and sighed for the hundredth time as the sun seemed to torment her even more.
But her colleagues had also finished their shift an hour ago and she was left behind. ,,Only for a tenner more" she grumbled and inwardly slapped herself on the forehead that she had let herself be persuaded to do the extra shift. It was just too hot and too much and definitely too many kids.
Laying back down at the wooden counter and drinking her soda, which was already warm, she almost choked when she saw Samuel Lafferty coming towards her with his daughters in tow. Thank you dear sun for bringing him here she prayed to the celestial body as she felt her senses seem to go out of control.
Concentrating on him and completely blocking out the screaming children. She hadn't really gotten over him since she had to look after his children. It might have been a little more than a crush, but this one was unexpected, wasn't it?
Smiling at him, she straightened up slightly from her tired posture and leaned forward slightly. ,,Good day Samuel, how are you?" she asked and already had three baskets in her hand which were taken from her by his children who did not listen to their father and just ran off.
,,Little beasts as you can see we are doing too well" he mumbled with a chuckle and looked after his children before turning to her and taking out his wallet. ,,And yet we love them," she replied and saw his smirk as his bright blue eyes caught hers before she took his money and gave him a basket as well. Just as she was about to take her hand back, he suddenly held it more firmly.
It was not painful, but rather friendly, engaging. Caring. ,,How about I pay you a ten more and then you come and pick strawberries you have to get back before you get here so one round?" he asked and gave her a smile even though there was a hint of excitement in his eyes as if he was just waiting for a suitable answer.
,,I don't know," she mumbled and looked around the shelter as if her boss was standing there watching her. ,,Come on, it'll be fun," she heard his voice before a defeated smile spread across her face and she came out of the shelter before standing next to him and the two of them walked behind the children.
She felt her gaze land on him again and again his hair, which he had tied into a braid, had lost a few strands that played around his face. Not here, she admonished herself as she suppressed the urge to brush the strand of hair from his face and began to pick a few strawberries with him.
Choosing the most beautiful among the remaining ones left behind, she put them one by one into the small basket. She heard him murmur a song she had already heard him sing. Together with his family in the church, she had only gone because of him.
But every damn minute had been worth it. To have received the body from him, to put the plate on her tongue, not breaking eye contact, and to drink the wine from the chalice he held out to her. A pleasant shiver of memories came over her as she thought back to the many services.
Looking at Samuel he saw him looking at a relatively large, well-formed strawberry, his fingers lightly rolling it back and forth before he murmured, ,,You look good," before gently placing the strawberry in his basket and Y/n seriously considered for a moment whether it was still about the strawberry or something else entirely.
Agreeing with him, the two continued to collect strawberries before they heard the happy laughter of the children running back to their father who greeted them happily. ,,Well then, let's go back," he announced, carrying all the baskets with him, even if a little crookedly, but still with a proud smile.
The first few metres, on the other hand, went well. Well, except that the cry of one of his children jolted him out of concentration so that he didn't see the root on the ground in front of him and took a lunge.
Before some of the inherited berries scattered on the ground. After realising that his children were fine, he sighed and knelt down to put the strawberries back into the basket. Y/n didn't waste a second before she knelt down and helped put the strawberries away, earning a ,,Thank you my dear" from Samuel.
In a typical cliche, they both grabbed a strawberry at the same time and neither really knew who to let go. ,,Thanks again for doing all this," he said suddenly, handing the heirloom to her even though a fonger remained on her hand for a moment longer than was necessary.
Watching him rise and help her up, she replied, ,,Sure, I'd be happy to do it for you and the others". Before the two of them looked at each other one more time before they went back towards the beginning and with it the shelter.
Adding her own basket to the ones already there, she stood behind the trusses and began to pack the earth berries. Completely absorbed, she watched Sammuel look at another strawberry and then ate it.
How do I become a strawberry? she asked herself before she turned back to packing, shaking her head slightly. ,,Say, sweetheart, how would you like to babysit again like you did back then?" he asked, leaning slightly on the wood and leaning forward, the smell of wood and leather coming clearly to her.
And once again she felt the connection flash. ,,Of course, when should I come?" she agreed, already feeling the anticipation of not only taking care of his enchanting children again, but also of being with him indirectly.
Slight surprise showed on her face as he came closer and closer. ,,Tonight would be best and well...I would like to reward you with a dinner in a restaurant" he spoke more calmly but not full of shame.
On the contrary, he seemed more than sure of himself. No direct payment but a meal alone with him she thought and the smirk on her lips seemed to please him more and more.
She felt his fingers go to a strand of her hair and twirl it slightly before he slid his fingers down her arm to her hands. ,,I'll take that as a yes...see you later my dear" he mumbled.
In a moment when they both seemed alone he kissed her hand gently before taking the strawberries and giving her one last loving look before walking back to the car with his children. ,,A date how scandalous" she muttered as she realised that the normally devout Samuel Lafferty was anything but. No, he was a sinner in his lust eaten inerem. And she was his sin that wanted him all the more.
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liass-21 · 2 months
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watching the beginning of rogue nation for fic research… god i love this film
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liesmultixxx · 3 months
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i fear i’m actually falling in love with this man
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bunnywearsboots · 1 year
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Wait…ghost has tattoos and soap canonically does art and stuff. What if Soap colored in Ghost’s tattoos with markers or something one day for the hell of it?
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I actually think that it was good that Morgan tried to drain Wolfe when she overdid it saving Glain's life, because he used her as a tool yet again, despite knowing what it was doing to her. Just like Philly. Nic's dying, save him. Glain's dying, save her. 'I want everyone to live and you're not irreversible yet so I'm going to keep asking you to corrupt yourself further to keep everyone I love alive'
And yes, Morgan always agrees and if she found out independently would doubtless do it herself, but like... She's all or nothing, like Jess, like Wolfe. Self-preservation comes a low second to saving other people.
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