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daily-ethoslab · 3 months
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[608] Heres a scavenger hunt! Try to find the album that inspired the colors of this etho! Hint: the name of the author is on the shirt :^P
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marlynnofmany · 18 days
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It’s back!
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If you missed it the first time around, the “human are weird” anthology is back for a second printing. (There’s even a new story included: “Black Box” by Dara Brophy.)
Here’s the blurb:
In science fiction, humans are usually boring compared to other races: small, weak, with no claws or tentacles, and no special abilities to speak of. But what if we were the impressive ones, the unsettling ones, the ones talked about by all the other aliens? What if we're weird?
If you’d like a collection of excellent stories about humans inspiring awe, fear, and utter confusion, it’s available everywhere books are sold!
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cuubism · 1 month
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physical therapy, part 6.
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Hob's been wavering on things like timeline with Dream because, well, he doesn't want to push, but he does obviously want more. There's a lot that he wants, and he thinks Dream wants it too. But Hob can be patient. Definitely. For sure. He's the epitome of patience.
In any case, after a few more dates which are oh so very patient, and in which Dream seems to be gradually coming more and more out of his shell, Hob finally takes the plunge and texts him:
If you want, come over to my place this weekend and I'll cook for you, and adds his address.
He paces nervously while waiting for a response. Dream coming over... he doesn't know how that would end. Well, it would hopefully at least end in Dream eating a proper meal, but other than that...
It's really not so long before he gets a response, though it feels like an eternity.
Okay, writes Dream, with a smile. 🙂 Should I bring anything?
Just yourself, writes Hob.
A shame, for I was planning to arrive incorporeally.
Hob smiles to himself at the comment. Dream is so much brighter once he decides he’s allowed to be.
On the agreed-upon date, Hob spends a truly excessive amount of time getting ready. He’s not even cooking anything elaborate, as he felt convinced he’d wind up fucking it up out of nerves if he did. But really, the quality of his food isn’t the wild card. What he’s nervous about is Dream’s response to being in his home. To being alone. Whether he’ll be okay with it. He doesn’t want to make Dream nervous.
But Dream arrives on time, and he’s smiling when Hob opens the door. He’s also carrying a huge canvas.
Oh!” Hob says, distracted from even kissing him hello. “What have you got there?”
“It is for you,” Dream says, and turns the canvas around so Hob can see it.
It’s a large painting of a rather clever-looking cat, bright colors and bold swathes of paint. It reminds Hob of Dream’s finger paintings, actually, but far more precise in technique. It’s lovely. It’s so cute. And much more playful than Dream’s older art, the pieces he had shown Hob from before his injury.
“Oh, it’s gorgeous,”  he says, and Dream smiles shyly. “I take it your grip’s been feeling steadier, then?”
“Somewhat,” Dream says, following Hob deeper into the flat, as Hob takes the painting and sets it on top of a low bookshelf, propped against the wall. Later he’ll have to hang it up properly. “I am. Enjoying painting again. I think.”
It’s so good to hear. Each time Hob sees Dream he seems incrementally better. Less frozen. More outgoing. And it always makes Hob realize that he’s only gotten to see a fraction of the life that truly exists inside of him.
“I’m so glad to hear that, darling,” he says.
It hurts to think of the version of Dream that might have been there before being hurt. But Hob likes the Dream that he gets to know now.
He leads Dream into the kitchen and bids him to sit down at the table while Hob serves their food, which is staying warm on the stove. Normally, when he invites someone over, he’d offer them wine, but he doesn’t want Dream to get the wrong idea. God, he’s probably massively overthinking things. He’s being totally paranoid, he knows it. But it feels so important that it be right. He’d never forgive himself if he made Dream feel unsafe around him, even if it was by accident.
“I am curious what you’ve prepared to attempt to persuade me to change my habits,” Dream says, after taking a sip of the water Hob’s handed him.
“Something with a lot of butter,” Hob says, and Dream laughs softly. Dream needs it, though. He needs something that’ll stick to his bones.
What he has is tarragon chicken—fried in, truly, an excessive amount of butter—served over rice with string beans. If this can’t encourage Dream to eat real meals, nothing can.
And, gratifyingly, he’s right. Dream devours it, and has seconds. As he eats his own serving more sedately Hob wonders when the last time was that somebody actually cooked for him.
They barely even talk, but Hob doesn’t mind. He just wants Dream to eat.
“You can cook,” Dream says, and Hob laughs.
“Was that in question?”
A light blush graces Dream’s cheeks. “When you first mentioned cooking for me, I had the thought that you were a catch. For that reason among others.”
Hob can’t help himself from smiling—and perhaps blushing a bit, too. “I’ll have to keep it up, and maybe you’ll keep me.”
Dream looks down at his food, but murmurs, “I would like to.”
So Hob takes his hand on the table and squeezes it.
Later in the evening, when they’ve been ensconced on the couch for a while watching mindless telly, Dream’s head on his shoulder, Hob says, “You can stay over if you want. No expectations. Just don’t want you walking home in the dark.”
He’ll walk Dream home if that’s what he really wants, but it’s already midnight and it really might be easier to just stay put.
“Am I allowed to stay over in your bed?” Dream asks, and Hob’s pulse jumps.
“That’s what you want?”
Dream nods.
So, heart still beating hard, Hob says, “Alright. Come on, then.”
And Dream takes his hand as Hob draws him up.
He gets Dream situated with some of his pajamas, which are far too large on him, and with a spare toothbrush and so on, and when they’re finally ready he tries not to be too awkward or nervous as he climbs into bed and gestures Dream to follow, saying, “Come on, love.”
He expects Dream might hesitate, but he doesn’t, just crawls into bed after him and presses himself all up against Hob’s body, laying his head on Hob’s chest. And— God. He’s really decided that he trusts Hob. It puts a lump in Hob’s throat.
He feels like a fucking teenager again, stomach all fluttery just at the feeling of Dream lying against him. In past relationships, Hob had mostly jumped in sex-first, questions-later. But maybe there are more benefits to taking things slow than he thought. It makes every tiny thing feel monumental.
“Comfortable?” he asks, and Dream nods, hair brushing Hob’s chin.
“Yes, thank you.”
Hob pulls the blankets up over them, pets his hair. Dream lets out a long, happy sigh, and snuggles closer.
I’m going to keep you, Hob thinks. “Goodnight, Dream,” he says.
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ygodmyy20 · 5 months
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i really like space and i really like terumob. So this is what my brain came up. close ups under the cut
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neveindulges · 1 year
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shaibonbon · 1 month
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Stop knocking her door dude. She wants to sleep.
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coralduckdeputypanda · 5 months
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Totvdf headcanons because this fic is just too good
(for context, this is based on a tcf fic were Kim Rok Soo transmigrates into Naru Von Ejelan, not Cale)
-Raon gets static when he notices that Naru dad and his mom have almost the same hair color.
-Duke Fredo™ is the only one who can make Naru like lemon (sweets).
-KRS!Naru doesn't like the rain after surviving many uncomfortable days in the beginning of the apocalypse, and prefer to spend most rainy days at home in the endable kingdom.
-GOD is in absolute despair(ha) from the beginning of the history until the moment Naru appear do Taylor and Taylor tells Cage about the weird little suspicius and scary child who came in the middle of the night who knew things he should not know and propose to help him (a very KRS thing to do), he didn't knew were Kim Rok Soo soul was until that moment and was looking for him like a crazy man, CJS and LSH were more than upset about the situation until they saw how cute he was in that body.
-Fredo, Sherrit and Mila form a tired but pround parent tea group (Euruhaben and Ron are honorary members).
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ferrisraccoon · 2 years
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The Imperfects (2022)
The coming of rage trio: Abbi Singh, Juan Ruiz, & Tilda Weber
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inthecarpets · 2 months
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Młynar Nearl is so funny
In one moment he apologises and says sorry to his corporate boss several times in a minute
so in the second moment he can tell to his dear niece Maria that she disgusts him and that her dead parents would find no pride in her.
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tach1sora · 7 months
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Those dear memories I am leaving them behind by the window from past days I am leaving, I am departing today
QUOTE: 巣立ちの歌 (Sudachinouta)
"Now I'm really mad!"
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josie-marks · 3 months
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You know I have a say with myself that "the best thing one can excessively be is cute" and I just watched Mean Girls (2024) and Karen played by Avantika Vandanapu was such a cutie in the movie, I adored her so much, but when I was in the bathroom I came back to her solo number and I'm so mad that I missed part of it, I need to see it in full.
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sleepyruney · 1 month
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On today's episode of sketching done on funky programs, Shake Art
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drunkenlionwrites · 10 months
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I’m sorry, but my favourite Vergil x reader author writing for Vash? Ridntoensoekjepmdifk 🥵🥵
My world comes crushing down!
Please read this by amazing @xo2dee
Just showering with shy Trimax Vash 💕 it’s a cute read
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kei-emji · 2 years
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Brainworms have decided its sad sister time. Feel free to use as wallpapers or anything with credit :)
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thetinyshilohart · 2 months
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I just finished this Fire Emblem Corrin x Gunter fic (by @kradeelav) without knowing anything about fire emblem or those characters beforehand.... so my brain kept unhelpfully reminding me of the only other Gunter i had encountered. And then I had to draw this stupid shit. I'm so sorry no i'm not.
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attendingthetale · 4 months
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so we're not going to bring up how they practically enemies to lovers'd todd and lovett over the years. is the musical not just one big roommates au
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