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ayrennaranaaldmeri · 8 months
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Shadowheart: I’ve never been able to write my own future. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Faolàn: It doesn’t have to be a daunting prospect. Just dream about what you’d like.
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soulfireblue · 5 months
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the last day tubbo and tallulah saw each other
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tallulah upon seeing tubbo again
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the last thing tallulah said, upon tubbo (and phil) refusing to leave
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they reversed roles. from tubbo reassuring tallulah that she'd be fine, to tallulah being relieved that tubbo was fine, to tallulah reassuring tubbo that she and the other eggs would be fine. even after such a short time together, tubbo and his godkids care about each other so much. tallulah is being so strong, but she shouldn't have to be. </3
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overtake · 1 year
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“I’m really excited to be back and just to be around. A lot of faces that I have a lot of good memories with. I still keep in touch with quite a few of the crew here.”
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brainsbustaa · 18 days
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the reign is finally over. all those returns and surprises. the best match of any wrestlemania and possibly ever. cody being champion. all them people coming to the ring to celebrate. as the great micheal cole said "damnit I love professional wrestling." 🤍
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j0kers-light · 1 month
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His Lighthouse: Coordinates to Home (LedgerJoker x f!reader)
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Coordinates to Home - Oneshot
KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!
In light of this post, I give you Joker with tattoos! Don't tempt me, cuz I’ll write it! I did not use this mini oneshot to stall writing the next chapter. I had to get this out of my head and onto digital paper before I lost it my marbles. Child I literally wrote this at my desk so I apologize if there’s anything errors. I hope you enjoy!
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You had to be seeing things because there was no way Joker, of all people, had a tattoo.
It didn’t make sense given that tattoos were so unique. They were used to identify people for crying out loud! Was he really that careless? You found it hard to believe that J would have one given his illegal (and wanted) status in the world.
Unless.. he acquired them before becoming The Joker. If so, you had to know what it was!
For a moment you thought it was just a trick of the light. Another blemish, for a monument to his hard life was etched onto his skin already. What was another mark to a man like Joker?
Old scars, deep battle wounds, and one gnarly area below his rib cage, ‘a bomb gone wrong’ he told you, made identifying the possible tattoo difficult. It just blended in with his silvery skin.
Additionally, you had to pretend that you weren’t intrigued less Joker would feel your gaze and thwart your attempts. He had come a long way to be confident with his body, more so around you.
In the beginning, he didn’t remove his clothes at all if you were nearby. Now Joker practically walked around nude. You definitely weren’t complaining yet this was the first time you looked at him in great detail.
What could you say? When Joker took off his clothes, your mind quickly became… distracted.
It was a peaceful morning with the sun pouring in through the windows and Gotham had yet to begin its corruption. Not like it ever took a break.
You and Joker were safely tucked away in the comfort of your bed.
J was knocked out, flat on his stomach, and for once you woke up before him. It was rare to see Joker asleep, so you took the opportunity to admire your lover while it lasted.
The stress of his title was far removed from his features. His face was bare of any greasepaint and surprisingly his hair wasn’t dyed its signature green. J had promised not to color it when around you, thus his natural sun kissed hair was askew all over the sheets.
A gentle smile curled the corner of his scarred lip, and the sight made you copy the action. Joker looked at peace.
Any other morning you would’ve counted his freckles or kissed his nose—today you were on a mission.
Joker was an extremely light sleeper, causing you to move with caution until you straddled his lower back. There you had full access to view his most vulnerable side. A ray of sunlight hit Joker just right and you held back a sigh, seeing all the pain he endured over the years.
Some other time you would kiss them one by one.
Your fingertips grazed the site where you first caught a glimpse of his potential tattoo.
And much to your surprise, a sentence in a language unfamiliar to you was written out in red ink. It almost blended with his skin and if you weren’t intentionally looking, you would’ve never found it.
“Everything burns.”
You jumped hearing Joker’s sleep filled voice recite the text. He turned his head toward you, groggy from sleep but still handsome as ever. Right now, he resembled a grumpy cat deprived of sleep.
You had the decency to be guilty. “I didn’t mean to wake you, J. G-Go back to sleep.” You whispered.
Fat chance of that happening.
Once Joker was up, it would take an act of congress to get him back asleep. Both of you knew that. He yawned and rolled onto his back, extending a hand to hold your hip steady during the position change.
“J… I’m so sorry for waking you. I know you’re exhausted from last night and…”
Why were you still talking? The damage was already done.
“Hush Bunny.” Joker blinked away the last of his sleep to finally rest his eyes on you. Being woken up this early was worth it if this was the reward.
You bathed in the morning sun, gazing down at him like a deity. How did he get so lucky? His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips, as he hummed.
“Mm. I got such a errr curious little Bunny. Did ya find what you were uhh, looking for?”
The sound of his voice so early in the day should honestly be illegal— but you shook your head clear to focus. Now was not the time to be horny.
You did in fact find what you sought out for, but its discovery only opened more questions.
“What language is it in and.. um why use red ink?” You asked.
How did he get access to ink? Was the tat written his native tongue? And it was so tiny, no bigger than your index finger in length. Who can tattoo that small? Joker could see the swarm of questions buzzing in your head.
“Now, now Bunny. Tattoos are powerful messages! Red ink is perfect for uh hiding them in plainnn sight. Why, you’ve seen everyyy inch of me doll and you didn’t notice it.” He stopped to smirk, “Or the others.”
Your bunny ears perked up, “Others?”
Joker thought you were the cutest. He could see every emotion you displayed in real time. He winked at you.
You neglected the fact that Joker didn’t fully answer your question. You were on the hunt for the others. Joker hissed when your cold hands came in contact with his chest but chuckled at his bunny’s avid curiosity.
“You won’t find them like this, my Light. Be a dear and move?” He playfully bucked his hips, causing you to lose your balance.
“Oh!” You fell over and watched as Joker sat up and presented his back to you. It was an honor indeed and you kissed J’s cheek for the amount of trust he gave you.
You hardly saw his back given it was a sore spot for him. But sure enough, the sun’s gaze illuminated his skin for your search, and you saw it all.
Joker inhaled and your eyes dropped down to a patch of skin in wonder. “It’s white ink!” You gasped, “I never seen white before..”
You found a set of dates (no surprise, missing the year), a line of coordinates, another phrase in the same looking foreign language, and an exaggerated smiley face but in black ink. Each little gem was a rabbit’s hole into Joker’s character. You were almost afraid to touch them, it didn’t seem real.
He spun around to kiss you, but you wouldn’t be distracted.
In between kisses and gasps for air you asked, “What do they all mean?” It was your turn to shiver when Joker’s hands came in contact with your body. He was removing your night shirt when he huffed in irritation.
“Do they neee~eeed to have a meaning Y/n?” He pulled back to let you moan out in want. His hands were making it difficult to string sentences together.
“N-No but..” you wavered, and J used your hesitation against you.
“But nothing.”
He pushed you down on the bed and grinned at the hazy look in your eye. You wanted this too. Joker rubbed your knees until you got the message and parted your legs for him.
Joker slotted himself in the space you created and guided you to wrap your legs around his hips. Your hands traveled up his shoulder blades and down to where you now knew his tattoos resided.
With each mind-numbing kiss, you worked hard to memorize every bump and ridge. You weren’t letting this go. If Joker wouldn’t tell you, you’d find out for yourself.
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This was dangerous and probably one of the dumbest things you ever did.
Joker was out terrorizing Gotham City tonight, leaving you home alone and burning with curiosity. It was safe to say that you were obsessed.
J gave you plenty of chances to study the grooves of his tattoo with all the sex he instigated. It didn’t matter that you had to learn it backwards, you needed to know what his tattoos meant! You drew what you could duplicate in your notebook and hoped it was correct.
At first you were confused. Joker’s tattoo resembled Braille with its raised font; however, one engine search later found that prison tattoos or ones of lesser value, were not the best and scarred the flesh worse than a professional.
Joker’s tattoos were literally carved into his skin. His threshold for pain was a cause for concern.
After shivering in disgust, you opened a latitude and longitude finder and started entering the coordinates by trial and error.
You were excited to learn more about Joker even if your methods were a bit unconventional. Perhaps it was his old childhood home or the town where he was born! The coordinates were next to tiny Roman numerals for a date, so you assumed that was the meaning behind his tattoos.
Something this important on a man like Joker was bound to be epic.
He certainly went to great lengths to keep it concealed. It was located on his back, in white ink, and no bigger than three to four inches in diameter. Whatever it was, you would solve it.
You were biting your lip in anticipation when the map completed its search. The results shocked you. “Huh? That’s…”
“Home.”
You screamed upon hearing Joker right behind you. He had a habit of sneaking up on you, but today took the cake.
“Joker what are you doing here?! You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were staying in Amusement Mile tonight?!”
He ignored all your panic induced questions to focus on your computer. A GPS tracker had finalized its results and dropped a pin smack dab on your apartment. He glanced at your notebook where your handwriting matched the tattoos on his back.
His Light was too curious for her own good.
“If ya want-ed to know.. you could’ve asked me, Y/n.”
“Oh! I know you lying!” You asked him what they meant weeks ago, and he didn’t say! Now he wanna speak up? This man know he got on your last nerve!!
You had the urge to throw something, but you kept your cool.
Joker seemed to enjoy your irritation. He shrugged off his coat and made himself comfortable at your desk. He chose to ignore you calling him a liar, though.
“Are ya done, doll?” He mused.
“No, I’m not!” you tapped the computer screen, “Why does it point here?” You asked.
Joker twirled around in your desk chair, throwing you a ‘are you kidding me’ look. He was having a grand old time acting like a whole kid; you were waiting for an explanation.
He was making you dizzy so you reached out and stopped his little merry go round ride. J laughed and waited for the room to stop spinning before grabbing your hand.
“I uh de-cide-ed to keep a.. permanenT record of home on me should I ahh, ever get.. lost. Smart huh?”
Never mind the fact he couldn’t see it, you were touched.
You caved and walked straight into Joker’s lap. His hands found their rightful place on your hips as he looked up at his Light.
Your hands busied themselves in his hair, curling wayward strands around your fingers. “I-I’m home to you?”
J just nodded and quickly regretting the motion after spinning around so much.
“And the date?”
His lips pecked your exposed midriff before he rested his head against it. “The uh.. day we met.”
How do you respond to such a heartfelt confession? Simple. You don’t.
All you could do was blink back tears and pray that Joker didn’t hear you crying. Maybe he did since his grip tightened around you. Silence enveloped the room. Hidden within the scars of his past was a reminder of a brighter future.
Joker was grateful you didn’t poke any further and deduced the other portion of his tattoo. He told you the first half that was written in red ink, but not the added line in white.
Underneath the coordinates to home and the day he found his light, a vow was etched in a language he long since forgotten.
Everything burns, but not her.  
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polluxverse · 6 months
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ARCANA TWILIGHT SPOILERS FLOOR 12TH
Remember this?
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(IT'S CANON, IT CAME TRUE WTH I CAN'T STOP SOBBING MY HEART HURTS FOR THEM.)
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aadagio · 10 months
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"He was a very positive force in my life when I was making the Speak Now album" and, "I respect you so much. Not just for the singer you are, the songwriter, the performer - but truly for the human you are. You are gracious, humble, kind, and I'm honored to know you" will live forever in my heart. Being able to say such kind, heartfelt things about someone you dated and to share that with each other on the world's stage is so beautiful to me and means so much. I am so happy that Tay and Tay are friends after all these years.
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fannyyann · 1 year
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FlaPanthers: Remember this room.
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srnileforme · 6 months
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i despise you.
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i wanted to scare you, but now i need to protect you.
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you give me a reason to try.
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you give me butterflies and i don't know why.
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you make me angry and confused.
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i don't like seeing you with anyone else.
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thank you for accepting me and making me realize that i can become a better version of myself.
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i have you.
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i'll do my best to take care of you.
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i never wanted to leave you.
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i'd take a bullet for you.
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without wind, how can a windmill spin?
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transjudas · 1 year
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you’re 16 years old and you feel like a creep putting on your mom’s lipstick when she’s out
you’re 45 years old and you are wearing skirts to a large portion of your shows and singing that you’re also her girl in front of thousands
did you ever believe you’d see this day.
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greasegifs · 1 year
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WALK, TALK LIKE A T-BIRD #2 (aka the T-Birds parallels series)
Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies - S01E02 // Grease
Potato and Gil // Kenickie and Danny
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cult-of-the-eye · 3 months
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best thing about being friends with someone is annoying them :) second best thing is the love
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amedays · 1 month
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lv70 affinity with rafayel, unlocking 'treasure' in secret times which is about him helping you through your period...and guess who is on day2 of her period...is this game spying on me wtf
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what i would give to have myself a rafayel.
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holdingforgeneralhugs · 2 months
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I can't quite believe it but I've surpassed 700 followers. I'm actually in shock. I can't believe there are over 700 of you beautiful people out there following my page. I love this community with my whole being, and I'm eternally grateful for every single one of you. ❤️
I've met some of the most wonderful people I know in this community. When I started this page, I was in a really lonely, unhappy place in my life. Band of brothers brought me happiness in a time where little else could, and I started writing on here as a way to test out my passion for writing and see if I was any good😅 I never could have imagined that it would lead me to a fandom where I would feel so welcomed, so happy and so at home.
There are far too many people that I've spoken to on here for me to mention them all, but there are a few that I've really connected with and would hope to be connected with for many years to come. @wecomrades @tvserie-s-world @ask-you-what-sir @wexhappyxfew @honey-im-hotdog @swiftwordsforwhattheyare @liebgotts-lovergirl you are the friends the universe sent to me when I needed you most and I'll always be eternally grateful for the honour of having you in my life. 💜
It's been a wild few years on here, and I'm looking forward for what's the come 💫
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andiwriteordie · 1 year
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oh baby, it’s cold outside
hi, i’m andi, i live in the midwest, and i am freezing.
so, instead of getting up and leaving my comfy comfy bed, i wrote this fluffy, little byler ficlet for all of you. set during the 1994 north american cold wave so will and mike are almost 23! enjoy your domestic, established relationship byler. <3 
It’s freezing in the apartment.
Okay, so maybe Will isn’t the best person to gauge just how cold it is in the crummy little apartment he and Mike have lived in for almost a year now. Will feels like he’s always cold, which really isn’t great for a person who lives in Chicago and also who lives in an apartment where the heat only works half the time.
But today, Will knows it’s not just him. No, it’s literally freezing cold today.
Basically all of the Midwest has turned into the equivalent of a freezer. It’s about -20 degrees today, but the last Will saw on the news before he and Mike went to bed last night, the weatherman was predicting wind chills of close to -70 degrees.
(You know it’s going to be a miserable day when somehow, even the Upside Down and the weird blend of Hawkins and the Upside Down had higher temperatures than Chicago, Illinois currently does.)
With a soft sigh, Will burrows closer to his boyfriend, pulling the comforter as close to them as he possibly can. Mike is still asleep—with a thin little line of drool trickling out of his mouth—but when Will moves close to him and makes himself comfortable in Mike’s arms, a sleepy little smile forms on Mike’s face.
He pulls Will even closer, and with his eyes still closed, he presses a soft kiss to Will’s cheek. “Please tell me it’s not time to get up,” Mike mumbles, his voice groggy.
Will laughs quietly. “Nope,” he answers, shifting to wrap his arms around Mike too. “They canceled school today, remember? So kids don’t have to stand outside and wait for the bus.”
Mike merely hums in response. He still hasn’t opened his eyes yet, and he looks rather adorable like this—with his hair all ruffled and with a sleepy smile on his face and yes, even with the drool in the corner of his mouth. Will just smiles, and as Mike shifts towards him, Will holds him closer, resting his hands gently on Mike’s back.
A beat passes.
Then:
“Shit!” Mike gasps, suddenly recoiling and giving Will an offended look. “Will!”
“What?” Will demands—partially confused but also partially annoyed at the sudden loss of his personal space warmer. “What’s wrong?”
“Your hands,” Mike whines. “Your hands are freezing, Will.”
There’s a very adorable and also very sleepy pout on Mike’s face, and honestly, Will can’t help it. He bursts into laughter—like full on, belly laughter that lasts probably longer than it should for barely 8 in the morning.
Luckily though, Mike doesn’t think he’s crazy—or maybe he does, and he’s just making good on his promise that they’d go crazy together. He joins Will’s laughter with silly, quiet laughs of his own, and he scoots back closer to Will, reaching for Will’s hands.
“How are you always so cold?” Mike asks with an incredulous laugh, holding Will’s hands between this in an obvious attempt to warm them up.
“It’s not my fault today,” Will reminds. “Subzero temperatures outside, remember? -70 degree with the wind chill?”
Mike groans, and he closes his eyes, pressing both their hands against his forehead. “Let’s move to California,” he suggests. “Lucas, Max, and El are out there. I’m sure we could find jobs.”
“Mike, you hate it when the temperature gets above 80 degrees.”
“Well, I also hate it when it gets below -70 degrees,” Mike says stubbornly, opening his eyes and looking at Will. “And you’re always freezing, so…”
Will just smiles, and he shakes his head, leaning forward and kissing his boyfriend gently. “I’m pretty sure the deal we made when we moved to Chicago for school is that if I got cold, you would just keep me warm,” he reminds teasingly. “So, I’m doing just fine here.”
Mike narrows his eyes, a bit playfully, and he lowers their hands, still holding Will’s hands between his. “You’re not allowed to touch me until your hands are warmed up,” he decides. “And don’t even think about taking off your socks, because God knows your feet are probably freezing.”
Will rolls his eyes. “You’re crazy, you know?”
Mike merely hums in response, then he lifts their hands, placing a soft kiss against the back of Will’s hand. “Maybe a little,” he agrees, and he kisses Will’s hand again, scooting close. “Or maybe just crazy for you?”
“Now that was a bad joke,” Will teases softly, and he leans forward, kissing Mike—slow and sweet. “Could’ve at least said something about going crazy together.”
“My brain isn’t fully awake yet,” Mike huffs, but he’s smiling too. “And all my brainpower is just focused on warming you up.”
“My hero,” Will deadpans, and Mike just rolls his eyes, before placing another soft kiss against Will’s hand. Then, he lets go of both of Will’s hands and pulls Will back into his arms, hugging him close.
It’s warm in Mike’s arms—warm and safe and familiar and comforting. And though the two of them have been together for over five years now, that doesn’t stop the fluttery feeling that forms inside Will’s stomach when he’s close to Mike. It’s like the two of them are still finding new ways to fall in love with each other—more and more every single day.
“We’re staying in bed all day today, right?” Mike mumbles pressing his forehead against Will’s and smiling sleepily.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Will whispers back, and he leans forward, kissing his boyfriend softly. Mike just smiles, leaning in closer and kissing Will back, and Will can’t help but smile.
Little moments like this… they’re what he’s always dreamed and never imagined he would get to have. But now, Will is here—safe and warm and wrapped up in the arms of the person who loves more than anything else in the world.
And he’s happy. God, Will is just so, so happy.
“I love you,” Mike murmurs, and he offers Will another sleepy smile.
Will just smiles back, hugging Mike closer, and he closes his eyes. “I love you too.”
(It’s freezing in the apartment—and in the world outside their doors.
But that’s okay. Will doesn’t have anywhere to be right now.
Everything he needs is right next to him.)
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blackmosscupcakes · 2 months
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"Nice to meet you, Jester." 🥹🥰🥹🥰🥹
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