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#he's just that precious 🥺
hwaitham · 16 days
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⸝⸝ ˙˳ ⑅ first piece of marginalia ( of many , hopefully :3 ) about eremite!al haitham && akademiya student!reader ♥︎ f!reader + not proofread + subtly implied trauma on both reader n haitham's end
you first meet the eremite who's to serve as your bodyguard throughout your research expedition on the day of your departure, at your designated meeting spot under the pavilion in pardis dhyai. its stone pillars cascade with vines of sumeru roses that shine a sweet lavender hue under the morning sun— one of which you've plucked and tucked into your hair earlier, leaning over the railing to gaze at your reflection in the pond and smile at the beauty of it.
(and a petal which has unknowingly slipped off and fallen to rest ever so delicately within the dip of your clavicle.)
“al haitham, yes? um, hello!” you greet the eremite as he walks into the pavilion with a quiet waver to your voice, bow respectfully, try to still the timid pitter-patters of your heart that only seem to worsen the longer you're in his presence.
because this man standing before you is large— tall, broad, as stunning as the pale blue moon. his upper body is strapped with tough sinew and yet his waist remains lean, torso mostly bare save for the pashmina shawl draped about his neck and the worn leather holster slung across his chest.
and he's silent. offering you only a small bow in return before giving you a quick once over, gait unhurried as he takes one, two long strides to stand by your side. it's an arduous task to bring yourself to look up at his face, but you do— lips parting in awe when you realise he's unlike any other desert eremite you've met before.
the trimmed red silk tied around his head shelters only one of his eyes.
how interesting, you think to yourself, for what you know of desert eremites is that they are convinced all things betray, even their own sight.
you bite your tongue to stop the questions that bubble and ebb at the forefront of your throat from tumbling past your lips, the innate scholarly need to learn and dissect and digest and know. a surprised little squeak escapes you instead when he turns his head and catches you staring, meeting your curious eyes with technicoloured cyan.
“is something the matter?”
“no, not at all! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare,” you flush hot under the intensity of his gaze, play with the flouncy sleeve of your blouse while you giggle nervously. you're unsure whether it's his size, or his beauty, or his quiet dominance that makes you feel much more shy than you'd like to feel, far too giddy— as if you're a little girl back in grade school.
“alright. shall we get going then? we're losing daylight with each second that passes.” al haitham holds a hand out in front of you, waiting expectantly.
you tilt your head in confusion and pout. what's he asking for? a tip? your hand?
“your bags?” he heaves a sigh, rests his other hand on his hip. you feel a hint of irritation in his words, and your heart wilts a little, “did you want me to carry them?”
“oh!” you exclaim in realisation before hoisting your travel bags further up your shoulders, force a reassuring smile on your lips. “it's okay, i couldn't possibly ask that of you. i can handle it myself, really!”
that couldn't be further from the truth, and al haitham sees right through it, with your shoulders hunched forward from the leaden weight of your bags slung atop them, the wince in your step as you walk towards the pathway, how you nearly topple over when you lose the slightest bit of balance.
“hey,” he pinches his brow, a certain roughness in his voice when he calls out to you that withers into something more gentle, tender after you turn to look at him. sweet and innocent and dewy-eyed. like a flower too frail, one whose stem may snap clean off if looked at the wrong way. “let me take them.”
al haitham doesn't allow you to protest, swiftly lifting your bags from your shoulders and holding onto them with ease, their weight nothing compared to what he's had to endure throughout the entirety of his life.
“it's my job to take care of you these next few weeks, and i intend to do it well.” he walks ahead of you, the longer mint strands of his hair swaying with the wind, the air around him lifting into something lighter— even if it's only by the most minute amount. “besides, you'll tip me generously if i do, won't you?"
his voice lilts mischievously, and you can only bring yourself to watch on in awe. nerves melting into excitement, cheeks warming not from timidness, but anticipation of what lies ahead in the next month— for your research, yes, but also for something closer to your heart.
a companion, a friend.
you smile a smile that reaches far past your eyes, bounding up to him with those clumsy fawn legs as you try to match his pace. two of your steps for one of his own. “of course i will, thank you so, so much! and i'll do my best to keep from making trouble for you— it'll make your job easier too, i hope!”
al haitham hesitates for a brief moment when you thank him so earnestly, so wholeheartedly, so unlike any of the other scholars he'd been commissioned to act as a guard for. with your smile so cloyingly sweet and your kindness so childishly naive, he can't help but feel a bit grim.
how much violence did it take for you to become this gentle?
the faintest of smiles— honeysuckle soft— curls up on his lips and he gives your head a single pat, sweeps the spare rose petal off of your clavicle, quietly wonders what he's gotten himself into by accepting this commission.
“silly girl. come, let's get going.”
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sweetlullabyebye · 2 months
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Seo Moonjo in episode 8 is hilarious to me because the first thing you see him do in the show is kill the other dude for being impulsive but then he sees Jongwoo's boss talk down to him and he's like 'guess who's not going to see another day ^^' like bro the HYPOCRISY
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doingdathockey · 11 months
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“who’s your favorite soccer player and why?”
“neymar because he likes to dance”
+ nikita saying geno dances better than shakira (from the 2020 superbowl) (x)
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rebouks · 10 months
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Previous // Next
Matilda: Do I have to? [Robin nods fervently] Matilda: Tch, so demanding. Robin: You’ve gots glitter on your eyes. Matilda: I do. Robin: I like it. Matilda: Ah, you’re just tryna butter me up. Robin: Papa tells me off when I eat butter with my fingies. Matilda: Well, papa’s a hypocrite. Robin: What’s that? Matilda: [snorts] Doesn’t matter-.. where’s papa hiding, anyway? Robin: In the bafroom, he’s not pooping though. Matilda: I don’t believe you. Robin: He’s not, I can tell! Matilda: How can-.. what’re you doing? Robin: I gots to go. Matilda: Go where? Robin: To mama! Ivan: Don’t run too fast, bud! [Robin clearly ignores Ivan, tottering off as fast as his little legs can carry him] Matilda: He’s running away from you n’ your stink. Ivan: Oi, I ain’t even touched that pond yet. Matilda: We’re supposed to be clearing it out. Ivan: [whispers] I reckon we oughta make Sam n’ Bruno do it…
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lobotomyladylives · 5 months
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this is the ideal female form. you may not like it but this is what peak performance looks like
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mygayrats · 11 months
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MY ROMANO NENDOROID IS HERE!!! ITS MY BOY!
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He's so small so wonderful so PRECIOUS HE IS MY *BOY*!!! 💖
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alans-snz · 1 year
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Took a break from going through C/y Y/u (Cy/no V/A) streams to focus on actually making a little compilation for the four snz's I've found so far. Enjoy!! Now to search more (after I watch this another tons of times)
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papa-evershed · 8 months
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Dad™ 🥺🥺🥺
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figure-frenzy · 10 months
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Ooooooooooh we got a "What's in my bag" video from Yuzu! ELLE Japan is a proper MVP 😏😌🔥✨
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genesiswrld · 8 months
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Saw that FFVII EC Trailer and all I could say the whole time Sephiroth was on screen was, ‘he’s just my baby, my precious baby boy, he’s just a lil baby, my sweet baby’🥺❤️
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That’s the face of my precious lil war machine🥺😭
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lotus-pear · 2 years
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i hope the hype for this outfit hasn't died yet lmao
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starlooove · 2 months
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I think what bothers me about ppl being surprised at removing the misogyny or making aang be responsible from the start instead of running away is that this is literally fandom trends representing themselves. Like when characters have to grow y’all run to downplay what they have to grow from! STICK WITH ME FANDOM SHIFT this is what bothers me so much about fanon Harley Quinn. Like if Harley never enjoyed or felt free or whatever with joker why are you calling her post relationship arc a redemption? Even back to heroics if bruce was never an asshole or close minded or ham fisted when it came to his kids where do you think the other identities started? What do you think their relationship is growing from? Like it’s so boring lmao
#And then you’ll create negativity that never existed as long as it keeps everything normal#no bruce was never suspicious of his precious baby Jason 🥺#dick hated him with a passion tho!#like ok. get off Twitter.#get off ao3.#pls and thank you#And the Harley one makes me sick bc I adore Harleys redemption especially as a character MADE for joker breaking out and becoming her own#but then y’all are like ‘well she was never BAD! she was manipulated and brainwashed the whole time! and never contributed to anything#significant!’#what is the redemption y’all are speaking of?#THIS IS ZUKOS FAULT#sorry I’m not getting into my opinion on his entire redemption#but like. he was the prime example of perfect victim#and that’s not BAD or whatever I think the progression of his arc was great#I just think y’all overstate ‘redemption’#but not even Zuko Iroh! the way y’all collectively forgot or ignored that he SUCKED!#sorry I swear I ranted to my brother about this for an hour this morning actually#but I forgot every name I pulled#but in conclusion this redemption that’s not rlly redemption cause my fave was never bad thing is soooo#IK i shit on tim but Jason Stans step forward please#I was gonna say Damian but the reason I’m not is bc god forbid y’all actually let him redeem himself#like he feels so much guilt and remorse and y’all are like ‘the haughty princeling wanted poor wittle Drake DEAD at every turn’#also he was ten#and yknow what I think bothers a lot of ppl#that even through the remorse he acknowledges that he was a child and doesn’t allow for the adults in his life to just skate by while he#wallows. which is what I’m sure so many of y’all would prefer to see as per ao3#but no Damian does actually demand accountability from everyone involved including but not limited to himself!#but also I do adore his redemption arc bc yeah he did do that shit and it sucked#however I will never discuss it with fandom ppl who can barely name two of his friends that aren’t Jon. maybe they’ll know Colin and maya i#if they’re really about it…
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warpedpuppeteer · 3 months
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Christopher saying "wherever you are, you have to come back" to Buck. Come back home was very much implied.
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il-predestinato · 1 year
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Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri wishing luck to the McLaren Shadow esports team.
🎥: McLaren (December 14, 2022)
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Evening Standard, London (1974) / Evening Herald, Dublin (1974)
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klirk-hammurton · 2 years
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Why is he such a precious bean??!! Just look at him!!!! He was such such precious bean then puberty hit him like a freight train
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