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all jokes aside ill defend tumblr to the death honestly. no other website has ever made me feel so cozy and at home
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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 2 months
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ITS NATIONAL PIZZA DAY EVERYBODY
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automeris-io-moth · 9 months
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i'd love more hero x civilain x villian! maybe more from wrong place, wrong time, or maybe a different one, whatever you like!
Request #8
“Who did that?” 
“Who did what?” Hero asked back, bit back more aggressively than they meant, harsher than they had ever spoken to any of their lovers, refusing to look at Civilian’s eyes. 
“Don’t play stupid, who cut your hair?” they kept their voice firm, approaching the bed. 
The cackling of a vanilla scented candle was all other sound that could be heard in between answers, Civilian had lit it up as they prepared the house for the arrival of their lovers home, always bloody and battered, always tired, angry, hurt in some way. They had grown accustomed to such a routine, to not panic at the sight of ache from the ones they loved, not for any scar, not for  any bruise, they were diligent, they knew how to treat them, how to comfort them after their cuts had been cleaned. 
Very few things made them crack.
That day, anger made their ears burn red. And for each moment Hero took to answer, something ugly blubbered inside Civilian.
 “I did,” Hero finally answered, voice just barely trembling at the end of the word “it was getting in the way of my duty.”
“Don’t lie to me.” 
“I’m not!” 
Civilian took a deep breath. 
“You grew your hair for three years, you cried that time it almost got burnt in a fire, you didn’t speak a word to Villain for weeks after” Civilian took their hand “I’ve never seen you take care of something better, you loved your hair long, we loved your hair long as well, it was part of you.” 
A strained whimper left their throat. 
“So I’m going to ask you one last time. Who. Cut. Your. Hair?” 
“Handler did, under Superhero’s orders.” 
“Go shower, I’ll talk to Villain.” 
“I don’t wanna make a big…”
“Stop,” Civilian answered, quickly cutting Hero short, standing from the side of the Hero, reaching for the door “whatever happens they brought upon themselves. I’ll finish dinner while you wind down, we’ll talk about this  when Villain comes home.” 
“Yes, love.” 
Civilian’s eyes softened at the low, almost meek tone called their attention right back at Hero. 
“I’m sorry angel, I’m so very angry right now,” they said, extending a hand once more to touch Hero’s face, stroking their cheek with their thumb “but not at you, never at you.”
Hero leaned into their touch, holding the back of their hand to bury themselves deeper into the touch. 
“I mean you look good anyways, I’m sure Villain will think so too, you know they like them rugged.” 
Both laughed lightly, halfheartedly. 
“I’ll fix that mess they left after dinner.” Civilian said at last, kissing the crown of the other’s head. 
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I have another request for a second part of Wrong Place, Wrong Time, I'll get right to it! I hope you like this one piece!
People, I get so overly angry at the stories of others being forced to cut their hair, I think it's such a direct attack to someones autonomy and self, I wanted to express such just because (I never even wear my hair long).
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letslovefood · 1 year
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wolfstarshipping · 5 months
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The Hut of the Mistold (43.768 words) by @lynxindisguise @hprecfest prompt: a comfort fic
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Summary: You’ve heard the stories. Deep in the forest, a witch’s hut lies in wait for lost children. That much is true. But it’s shrouded in moss, not coated in candy. Nor is it perched on bird’s legs. And it is inhabited not by one crone or three demonic sisters, but two self-proclaimed hags—who are decidedly not sisters. *** Fairytale AU feat. two sexy hags, an orphaned wolf, a runaway witch, a banished prince, and a knight on a quest.
Comment: I've just decided to join the @hprecfest because I think it's a wonderful idea, and I tried to challenge myself to (mostly) go with fics I've not yet recced, and this one was easy! It is a fic I've loved since I first read it, it's incredibly magical and wonderful and the world it is set in is so unique. It's the perfect story to get completely immersed and lost in, and I absolutely adore the way it is told. I am still so in love with this fic's Dorlene, as well as Remus. And I love each and every one of lynx's Lilys, but this one especially. Highly recommend reading this if you haven't yet!!
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"Hey."
"Hey," she whispers back as he comes to sit beside her again. They're waiting for Druig. He says he needs time, so he's given them rooms to sleep in while he decides what to do.
Gilgamesh sits heavily. He's tired from the journey, just as she is. He's had an eye on her this whole time, carefully watching every breath and look and flinch. "It's been a long time, huh?"
Her lips twitch. It's been longer than she cares to count since they last left Australia. "It has."
Not that he feels he needs the privacy, but in a room with just them, he freely raises a hand to her cheek, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone. "You okay?"
He asked her that when they were with their family. When they had been seated in that suffocating little chapel and he had finally dozed off after being hyperaware of everything about her over the course of the trip.
She nods, leaning into his touch and all but purring. His concern is not unfounded; she has been nothing short of overwhelmed by things since they left their arid little paradise in the outback. But he has also been there to anchor her every step of the way.
He pulls her closer, so her head can be tucked into his shoulder. He kisses her forehead. She smells the remaining scent of Australia and the musk of the rainforest around them on him.
Gil's hand slides up her back, rubbing soft circles as she nuzzles his neck. "Remember this place?"
She does. She remembers prowling around up on the high walls of their temple over the city. She remembers the gentle, almost musical clinking her chainmail would make as she moved. She remembers the weight of his arms as they would encircle her, swaying them both in the breeze like palm fronds.
Gilgamesh turns his head as she nudges his chin. She tips her head up to kiss him, their lips soft against each other. "Thena."
She cuts off whatever he is about to say with another kiss.
His hands are careful with her, as they always are, but especially here. He pulls back, holding her cheeks, searching for the faintest flicker of white.
He finds only green, her pupils growing as she takes in the man before her--the man she loves.
She leans forward again, and he's more receptive this time, letting his lips bend against hers. She sighs as she slithers into his lap. "There were so few left."
He lets her speak her mind, idle as she paws at him, undoing his vest and slipping his suspenders off his shoulders.
"We had such free time, then," she purrs, eyeing him like a fine cut of meat. He smiles a little and she knows she almost has him. She slides her hand into the two tiny little buttons of his shirt to his chest. "We didn't do much watching when we were on watch duty."
"Oh, I remember," he finally grins that big smile that makes her feel funny--her brain shuts down all other thoughts and feeds her only the bliss that is Gilgamesh unfiltered. His arms come up behind her, supporting her back and gripping her delicate shoulders. "You, me, a little shelter of trees in the back?"
They may not have always been as cautious as they should have been.
"Hm," Thena moans gently as he finally takes a more active role in his own seduction. He unbuttons her dress for her, kissing her neck to keep her occupied during the laborious task. "From the side--you held my leg up."
He groans at the memory of it. "That tree ended up falling later that night."
Thena smiles, turning her head to let him nip at her pulse. "Sersi knew--she pretended not to, but she did."
Gil pulls her dress off her shoulders, sitting rumpled around her elbows and revealing the white slip underneath that protects her porcelain skin. He buries his face in the silken material, pushing at her breasts, "like they were always so discreet."
Thena pulls his head up to kiss him again, leaning into him and letting her breasts meet the firmness of his chest. He sorts through the material of her dress from the bottom up with her knees on either side of his hips.
He finally parts it enough that he can pull her slip up her legs. He inhales, dragging in a breath like he's coming to life again. His hands grip her behind.
Thena kisses him again, hoping to speed things along. She climbed on top of him for a reason.
"Okay, okay," he chuckles, because of course he knows that she's being impatient. He lets her snap his suspenders off and reach into his trousers. He grunts and flinches as she grips him. "Easy, sweetheart."
She loves it when he calls her that.
Gil helps her sink onto him until their hips meet in a blissful and ecstatic grinding motion. He holds her, their breaths rising and falling until they're on the same rhythm. He pulls her forward, their foreheads meeting gently. "You okay?"
"Hm," she nods as she starts moving. He rocks against her, just enough, letting her set their pace. Her hands trail over him liberally, soaking him in, drinking in every drop of him. Her mouth hovers between kisses and trying to breathe in the hot, sticky air around them. "Gil."
He holds her tighter, bucks harder. He leans back a little on the tiny bed provided to them. Druig never did like thinking about their relationship too much. He's never been one for affection, and Gil thinks he's fond of Thena in a way that prevents him from thinking of her like that.
"Gil," Thena moans again, louder this time as their hips start really moving. The little hut gets filled with the sounds of their breathing, of him moving in and out of her and how slick that movement is. She grips fistfuls of his shirt between leaning in for greedy kisses. "More."
He never denies her anything.
Gil wraps her waist in one strong arm, leaning all the way back and thrusting up and into her at an angle that makes her vision go white--in a good way.
She keens, letting out a mix of a moan and a whimper as he scrapes against a particularly sensitive spot. "Gil!"
She comes undone first, as is almost always the case when they're entangled. Something about him undoes her--unties all her knots, unwinds her tightness and relaxes every snag and wrinkle until she's as smooth as a pool of water.
He follows her, happy to go where she leads. He groans as he comes to his own undoing, letting himself go. She braces against him until they're both a limp puddle in the aftermath.
His arms fall around her. She falls onto his chest, still connected to him until he eventually slips out of her softly. She moans at the feeling.
He rubs her back again, making sure she knows that he's there, that he loves and cherishes her. She snuggles into his chest in reply. He kisses the top of her head, "you okay?"
"Hm," she smiles, burying her nose in the warmth and the smell of him and Australia and the rainforest and their lovemaking.
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Beef pasty with Roasted red pepper soup at a little lunch place called the Pie Hut. SO GOOD. We had to get pie too, of course 😉 Sour cream lemon was my choice!
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sso-montana · 1 year
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sooooooo
I dyed my hair red yesterday and now It looks like Lisa's, just without the bangs
idk how to feel
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gale-in-space · 1 day
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When I say “Let me slip into something more comfortable” this is what I have in mind:
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icicledream-archive · 9 months
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drove down a highway to the next town because my mom took her truck in to get new tires n i needed to drive with her and bring her back home. that helped a lot with my driving anxiety. i still have it but turns out going 65 is easy. also turns out that everyone else is following the rules of the road and that makes it a bit less scary also
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shapeshivvter · 1 year
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magic and comfort at pizza hut
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magic belongs to @willowtreexxdotcom
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comfortfoodcontent · 1 year
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pups-2-dust · 9 months
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Fuck it getting pizza hut for dinner I don't give a single shit that pizza hut sucks compared to the amazing local places around here. I'm looking specifically for a shitty cheese pizza brought to my house by way of Ford Taurus.
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charonte-simi · 10 months
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Yesterday I was told that I "act like someone who goes to therapy" and I've no fucking clue how to take that or what it means and I'm still thinking about it
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letslovefood · 1 year
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nomaishuttle · 9 months
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ahh pizza hut chicken alfredo i miss you so badly
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