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#i have so much to do AHHHHH
buglaur · 2 months
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trying to create an accurate simself hair out of sheer procrastination
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thesweetnessofspring · 3 months
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There's a quality of goodness that's hard to overlook, but still...and then I think of it, what Peeta can do so much better than the rest of us. He can use words. He obliterated the rest of the field at both interviews. And maybe it's because of that underlying goodness that he can move a crowd--no, a country--to his side with the turn of a simple sentence.
I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
HungerTown 10/?
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pink-sky-lark · 2 months
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Tiny🐺🩷
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aurorangen · 4 months
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Weeks have passed by and Vincent has been making a healthy recovery. Renee often spends her time with him and she was glad to see him be his usual self. Today he was quiet. Renee hasn't asked about his heart condition but he opened up about his insecurities. He stood up, took off his shirt, and looked at his chest. "Every time I see this scar I get so...I feel all these things and I remember..." Vincent sighed unable to process his words. "It hurts Renee. My heart hurts so much." Renee knew she couldn't do anything to make that scar go away, but she could make him feel better about himself and gradually he would accept who he was. "You're perfect just the way you are," she explained as she gazed into his eyes.
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metalgeartwo1990 · 1 year
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always on my mind
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what-the-fic-khr · 2 months
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Hello I hope this ask finds you well! Happy to see the tea prompts again bc they’re so so so cute 🫖🥹
I have a fewww ideas.. bc I just love everything about your writing and I’m curious about your take on rooibos tea w/ Squalo orrr earl grey w/ Hibari (I absolutely adore the way you characterize himshdnshdjdh)
If neither of those suit your fancy, matcha tea with any character that comes to mind for ya? I’m excited to see your posts floating around again and know I’ll continue to love anything you pen for us🫧🤍
waaaaah thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate it so greatly!!! I chose to do both because I’m in the mood to, and I’m so thankful for the support! I hope these are to your liking!
character/s: superbi squalo, hibari kyoya, reader-insert (gender-neutral)
word count: —
warnings: huh. nothing for once
prompt: tea prompts (rooibos tea, earl grey tea)
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rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?
Squalo’s either a huge fan of resting or hates it entirely. for the sake of this, it’s not resting per se, but… he likes to relax with you, very specifically. even if he’s working; being able to actually relax is rare, and nice. watch for if he removes his sword with you around; he likes to do maintenance on it with you around because it’s not stressful, not work, and with you. it’s a sign of comfort and vulnerability
You were complaining about something, rolling around on the floor beside him as you went on and on. He didn’t care much about all the movement; you maintained a good distance so you wouldn’t knock into him.
“Besides, it was stupid to begin with and if they’d listened to me in the first place it wouldn’t have happened at all!”
“Mhm.”
You glanced over at Squalo, stretching your arms out to rest your head on. He glanced up at your silence, and his shoulders slumped. This didn’t stop him from polishing his blade, the action repetitive, calming, like habit.
“What?”
He huffed when you smiled in that silly, dreamy way you did when you were enamoured with something. It still had to take some getting used to, seeing it directed at him.
“Nothin’. You look so nice and relaxed for once. Boss is gonna kick that out a window once you’re done.”
He grumbled something under his breath at this. It wouldn’t last very long, but still. He felt relaxed, for once. The soothing motions of sharpening and polishing his sword was a comfort to him. You rolling around on the floor like a kid was a comfort to him.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere for at least another half hour.” Your eyes started to light up at this, and he almost laughed at the way you started kicking your feet back and forth in the air. “You’re stuck with me until then.”
“Favourite thing to be stuck with.”
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early grey tea; how did they court their s/o?
if he’s an adult, he’d be… a bit more normal lol. I think he’d be very careful while getting to know you, but he’d like to show you how strong and reliable he is. y’know, adult in the mafia kind of stuff. younger though, he’d be a lot more… of a loser about it. he’d want to make sure you can also look after yourself in the future with him! so he’d stick to you like glue at school, be suuuuper annoying and stuff. fight, probably.
“Can’t you go easy on me or something at least?!”
“Doing that won’t keep you alive in a real fight, will it?”
You made a loud noise of complaint, but you still got back onto your feet to return to your original position. Kyoya gripped his tonfa a little tighter, nodding to himself.
If you could not even get up and keep training, there would be no point in trying.
There was potential in you he knew was there, and he’d be damned if the one he’d grown attached to would get killed because you didn’t try to get stronger. It only made sense to him that the one who put you through this was him and no one else. No one else would take it seriously.
“Get ready, then.”
You whined, but steeled your shoulders. Your gaze on him sharpened, eyes narrowing, and he felt his lips twitch up into a smirk.
Exactly the spark he wanted to see.
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fromtheseventhhell · 1 year
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It took her back to her childhood, to long grey days at Riverrun. She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother’s laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves. She remembered making mud pies with Lysa, the weight of them, the mud slick and brown between her fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger, giggling, and he’d eaten so much mud he was sick for a week. How young they all had been. (Catelyn V, AGOT) None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. (Sansa I, AGOT)
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“He did not know you,” Ser Rodrik said after, wondering. “He saw a pair of mud-spattered travelers by the side of the road, wet and tired. It would never occur to him to suspect that one of them was the daughter of his liege lord. I think we shall be safe enough at the inn, Ser Rodrik.” (Catelyn V, AGOT) “What were you doing to that cat, boy?” Myrcella asked again, sternly. To her brother she said, “He’s a ragged boy, isn’t he? Look at him.” She giggled. “A ragged dirty smelly boy,” Tommen agreed. They don’t know me, Arya realized. They don’t even know I’m a girl. Small wonder; she was barefoot and dirty, her hair tangled from the long run through the castle, clad in a jerkin ripped by cat claws and brown roughspun pants hacked off above her scabby knees. You don’t wear skirts and silks when you’re catching cats. (Arya III, AGOT)
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Her two older brothers had both died in infancy, so she had been son as well as daughter to Lord Hoster until Edmure was born. Then her mother had died and her father had told her that she must be the lady of Riverrun now, and she had done that too. And when Lord Hoster promised her to Brandon Stark, she had thanked him for making her such a splendid match. (Catelyn VI, ACOK) “And Arya, well…Ned’s visitors would oft mistake her for a stableboy if they rode into the yard unannounced. Arya was a trial, it must be said. Half a boy and half a wolf pup. Forbid her anything and it became her heart’s desire. She had Ned’s long face, and brown hair that always looked as though a bird had been nesting in it. I despaired of ever making a lady of her. She collected scabs as other girls collect dolls, and would say anything that came into her head. (Catelyn VII, ACOK)
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He had forgotten Catelyn, until the iron brazier came crashing into the back of his head. Helmed as he was, the blow did no lasting harm, but it sent him to his knees. “Brienne, with me,” Catelyn commanded. The girl was not slow to see the chance. A slash, and the green silk parted. They stepped out into darkness and the chill of dawn. Loud voices came from the other side of the pavilion. “This way,” Catelyn urged, “and slowly. We must not run, or they will ask why. Walk easy, as if nothing were amiss.” (Catelyn IV, ACOK) It was the scariest thing she’d ever done. She wanted to run and hide, but she made herself walk across the yard, slowly, putting one foot in front of the other as if she had all the time in the world and no reason to be afraid of anyone. She thought she could feel their eyes, like bugs crawling on her skin under her clothes. Arya never looked up. If she saw them watching, all her courage would desert her, she knew, and she would drop the bundle of clothes and run and cry like a baby, and then they would have her. She kept her gaze on the ground. By the time she reached the shadow of the royal sept on the far side of the yard, Arya was cold with sweat, but no one had raised the hue and cry. (Arya IV, AGOT)
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“I’m almost a man grown, and a king—your king, ser. And I don’t fear Jaime Lannister. I defeated him once, I’ll defeat him again if I must, only …” He pushed a fall of hair out of his eyes and gave a shake of the head. “I might have been able to trade the Kingslayer for Father, but …” “… but not for the girls?” Her voice was icy quiet. “Girls are not important enough, are they?” (Catelyn I, ACOK) That much was true, Arya knew. Knights were captured and ransomed all the time, and sometimes women were too. But what if Robb won’t pay their price? She wasn’t a famous knight, and kings were supposed to put the realm before their sisters. And her lady mother, what would she say? Would she still want her back, after all the things she’d done? Arya chewed her lip and wondered. (Arya IV, ASOS)
Some parallels between Arya and Catelyn that I noticed during my re-read. It's interesting to see not only how similar they are, but also see how many moments they have that directly mirror each other.
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thotsfortherapy · 1 month
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having mommy issues be like I hate that you know me I hate that we’re related I hate that you birthed me I hate that you don’t know how to love me properly I hate that you can’t see how much you hurt me I hate that I’m expected to love you
#cy says stuff#I moved out when I was 17 for a reason#but I do still go back to visit when schools out sometimes and I regret it every single time#every time we talk I’m like damn is it time to call it quits because this is not it#I literally feel like I’m constantly on the brink of being disowned or kicked out of the house when I’m there#but it’s also for things like. bringing a single bottle of wine to a Christmas party that I did not even drink#or like. moving in with my partner of 4 years. because we are going to the 2nd most expensive city in Canada and girl I cannot pay the rent#or being upset when she reads my diary ?? or reads my credit card statements without permission and also just like behind my back??#like do you think I’m not going to find out when you bring up information you only would’ve known if you had read those things#I can put two and two together…#also I’m literally almost done my university degree. i am fully an adult. these should not be issues !#ahhhhh!!!#anyways I will speak to my therapist about this lol#also y’all my friends are always like oh I love my mom and it just seems to be a socially accepted thing that you should love your mom#but what if your mom sucks what then#I genuinely cannot relate to them I’m like literally what does that feel like#the first time I felt loved was when I was 15 lol there is 0 love in my family#anyways !#it’s okay I am out of it and I have been out of it#just#always on the brink of cutting her off forever lol#some ppl just never change as much as you want them to and that is tough to accept.#it is also harder because society is telling my that I need to stay loyal to my family cause they’re blood#but if this were anyone else I would’ve blocked them so long ago 😭
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arcadianico · 10 months
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might be indulging my hater tendencies again but i do not enjoy how some people make everything on the server about wilbur. like cellbit’s white hair or his plan for the debate, like everything qq ever did, like elq blowing up the party being equated to blowing up l’manberg and so on
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e-the-village-cryptid · 11 months
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something about cinta’s specific style of “stone cold and fearless”, as skeen puts, it has always struck me as so interesting and unique and I was just FINALLY able to put a finger on it
because we’ve seen plenty of hardened badasses on TV, we’ve even seen a good number of women in that role, too. we’ve seen the classic “they’re not ice cold all the way through, see the emotional toll this takes on them” moments. but what’s so interesting about cinta’s moments of vulnerability is that somehow, even through film, an inherently external medium, they’re all internal. we don’t see very much of it on her face, but we feel it based on what we see through her eyes. when she does show some outward sign— a sigh, a look away— the camera is either angled from her perspective, or she isn’t in focus. by the time her face is back in focus, the mask is back up.
in episode 6 during the aldhani heist, when vel takes her hand and says “tell me you’ll be all right”, there is only the barest, briefest softening in cinta’s expression when she tells her “i’ll be fine. go.” but then we see through her eyes. the camera, set at cinta’s line of sight, lingers on vel as she leaves, even as the doors shut and only the barest sliver of her face is visible, only turning away once she’s completely gone. in episode 8 when they meet on ferrix and cinta immediately sees that they will have to split up again, we only hear her tired sigh and see her head droop a bit once the camera focuses vel looking away, unfocusing cinta so she can have her moment of vulnerability privately and unobserved. in episode 12 when they meet back up again, we feel vel’s sadness and the pull towards her from cinta’s perspective using camera angles for several long moments before we see it reflected in cinta’s actions, finally turning away from the window only when vel directly asks her to.
and we get to see her make the choice, every time, to be her cold, hardened self. we feel the moments of vulnerability, but we see her with her mask on, just as she allows the rest of the world to see her. there is consistently built emotional depth for her character even when we don’t ever really see her have a moment of weakness. she is the way she is because she chooses to be, over and over and over again. she never stops being faced with that choice, she never stops being just a bit tempted by it. but she never chooses any differently.
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akhaste · 6 months
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Lee Yoon - Song of the Bandits Sketchs/ Studies 1920's & 1890's
Bonus: 1920's, but without the 'stache
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guys. before i go back into the studying hole. gort. that’s it.
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evanescentsun · 23 days
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Dee finally succumbed to his grief and laid his bare shell down on top of Lee’s discarded blankets, body pencil straight and arms stiff at his sides. Angie followed him down, clinging to one arm and bawling his little heart out.
—Wow, what a coincidence chapter 14 by @mathmusicninja (aka. one of the best crossover fics ever in the world PLS GO AND READ IT NOW !!!!)
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turtleofdamascus · 2 months
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Me to Croz after part 7
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stinkrascal · 4 months
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dont think i’ll be able to finish editing n begin posting the vlad/brie backstory reprisal by the 31st like i hoped i would 🤒
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axellis-archv-2 · 4 months
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some modern au thangs . if you guys make any eye contact with me i explode in your face
ok2rb he/him for both i love you all
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