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yooo-lets-go · 1 year
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I've been laughing about Gaz's ballistic missile salad pic for the past five minutes 😂 after surely waking up half of my neighbors, I think it's safe to say I just found my newest favourite tumblr post. It made me very happy, thank you very much 💛🌻
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He’s so tired
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elasgottoomuchfreetime · 11 months
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[falling in love with an angel]
That‘s exactly how it happened
Don’t worry Aziraphale it ultimately helped to save the world.
(dialogue is from the show obvsly)
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luxurybrownbarbie · 11 months
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“…Because if they could woo you with “love”, they didn’t have to provide. If they could woo you with how noble they were, how they adored you and cherished you, you might get past the scraps he is bringing back, the insecurity you now feel in your life and livelihood, the fact that now you’re doing double the emotional labor, or the fact that you're dressed in tatters because he has nothing to provide. 🥰
If they could get you by worming their way into your heart with empty promises, or the belief that they would treat you better than that “monstrous” man with “no redeeming qualities” but with more to offer, they were still getting their rightful prize for being a man. They got a beautiful woman, and they don’t even have to do any real work! All they have to do is keep the promises coming. Win-win.”
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skyward-floored · 2 months
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Working on the skyward sword kiddos I was talking about earlier :3
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napollya-inspiration · 5 months
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25 (for the Spotify drabble game)
#25 on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped is Dancing With Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift (one of my top three Taylor songs!!! This was so fun to write but also that song is so them anyway)
(send me a number between 1-100 and I'll write a drabble about the corresponding song on my 2023 Spotify Wrapped)
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“Don’t think anything in the world could have stopped it,” Illya murmurs and it makes Napoleon light up from inside. It’s a throwaway confession that grows in the silence between two people who know better than to believe in faith.
This cannot end well, Napoleon thinks even as his fingers dance over Illya’s exposed shoulder. Things like this don’t end well. They’re just on borrowed time. There are good reasons why he’d sworn to never do this. It’s hard to remember when Illya rolls out of his bed in the morning. Just once, he’d told himself, the first time they’d done this. Now there’s a drawer full of Illya’s things at his place and Napoleon can draw the constellations of his scars from memory.
The soft morning light plays across Illya’s muscles, unashamed as he’s always been while he moves around Napoleon’s bedroom.
At this point it would be foolish to deny the thrum of love under his skin and Napoleon cannot help but wonder when this will all come crashing down. People have started to notice. Gaby, of course. But the secretaries at UNCLE have started to give them looks. The janitor had caught them, the other week. How much longer until one of them doesn’t come back from a mission? How long until it becomes undeniable just how emotionally compromised Napoleon is?
“Cowboy. Come here.” Napoleon hadn’t even noticed that Illya had turned and taken notice of his drifting thoughts. No one but him could’ve been able to tell, he supposes.
He sighs and takes the outstretched hand, lets Illya pull him to his feet.
“What is wrong?” Illya asks, one hand landing on Napoleon’s bare waist.
Napoleon just shakes his head. Talking about it wouldn’t help. He doesn’t need Illya to realize just how deep he’d fallen. The man who doesn’t take the same person home twice. The mysterious, elusive figure of Napoleon Solo, clinging to his lover in the early morning light.
“And you call yourself a great liar,” Illya teases him softly, pulling him closer until they’re flush. Distantly, Napoleon wonders if humans can actually melt. Everything with Illya feels new, like he’s experiencing it for the first time again. The butterflies, the terror at the thought of losing him, the yearning he feels in his bones to just be close to him.
“You’re the only one that can tell the truth,” Napoleon confesses and it’s as close as saying those three little words as he’s gotten since he’s been young and foolish.
Instead of saying a truth that would prove every fear in Napoleon’s body right, Illya intertwines their fingers, resting their hands on his chest. It’s only his little smile that betrays how pleased he is at Napoleon’s words.
There in the early morning light, they start swaying to music only the two of them can hear. If this was to end in ruins, Napoleon thinks, this once it would be worth it.
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sparkriel · 1 year
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~💜~
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ninjamelissajulien · 1 year
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goddamnshinyrock · 6 months
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gulls are proof that a) there is a god and b) that god enjoys the pain and suffering of birders
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badolmen · 4 months
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WARNING 18+
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mangozic · 8 days
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my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity
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goldensunset · 7 months
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did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back
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black-quadrant · 4 months
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sometimes all you need is one passionate person who goes berserk for your work to keep you creating
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criticalrolo · 7 months
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are you guys ready to admit that ofmd, good omens, and what we do in the shadows have Extreme SuperWhoLock energies or do I need to wait another year to post this take
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colinprovolone · 29 days
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the low quality children
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catastrxblues · 7 months
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