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dwntwn-strnlo · 2 months
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learning to drive but my brand new fear of car accidents
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guardianscry · 11 months
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I HAVE THE HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD WHAT THE FUCK??
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mrparable · 9 months
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anne concept designs!! idea: she cut off the sleeves of a sweater and cropped it. fashionable and practical
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yvmoveon · 1 year
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spockulative · 1 year
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not me accidentally swearing in a team meeting at work 🤪
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awearywritersworld · 1 month
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I would be obsessed with a prince!au Sukuna 👁️👁️ him being the cold ruthless prince but then reader comes and he's not to ruthless anymore haha 🤭
Going back to my previous ask with reader eating a finger, that would be so juicy 👀 the angst of it all sukuna and yuji would be devastated 😭
I hope you've been good Mona🩷
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prince!sukuna's change in demeanor would creep up on you. he's made it clear he's not interested, so you try your best to steer clear of him.
but he watches you from afar. he hears whispers of your benevolent nature, regardless of whether you're interacting with the royal court or the common folk.
even if you avoid him, you still treat him cordially when duty demands you share one another's company. his wickedness is well known, and yet, it doesn't deter you.
he admires that. though it's a secret, even to himself.
one night as you share your evening meal together, a generally new occurrence, small talk passes between the two of you.
when there's a lull in the conversation, you point out. "you're different now."
this confuses him. "because i inquired as to whether you like the duck?"
you nod, doing little to hide the tug at the corner of your mouth. "three moons ago, you'd have been happy to see me choke on it."
"that's... not true."
"oh? were your sharp remarks meant to convey your fond regard for me?"
it's only when he raises his brow at you that you realize you've gone too far. you inwardly scold yourself for displaying such irreverence.
"my apologies, my prince. i meant no—"
"no matter," he cuts you off. "it... pleases me... to hear you speak so freely."
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heylemonboy · 2 months
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surrender, supergirl. ;)
honestly idek where the tattoos came from. i just followed my heart. anyways. id let her humiliate me tbh.
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riaki · 5 months
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i just imagine him stealing ur shoes n he’s like limping and waddling around bc they’re stuffed and his feet r probably like men’s size 63 and if you try to wear his shoes it’ll be like clomping around in those cartoon rubber boots
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Anakin, after barely pulling off the most reckless, dangerous, idiotic plan of all time: You know you love me.
Rex, on two hours of sleep and 8 cups of coffee, slightly shaking, covered in cuts, scrapes, dirt and some type of mysterious liquid after being tossed off his third wall this week alone: *deep breath* sir, respectfully-
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l0vergirls · 7 months
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I was always taught to never form attachment, and sever ties that were already made.
Don't feel fear, that shows weakness. Attachment shows weakness.
These were teachings that were engraved in my being, never to be forgotten.
Then you came along with your toothy smile, infectious laughter, and unrelenting determination, and suddenly the lessons taught to me all those years ago flew out the window.
I found my eyes lingering on your figure as you walk away, wanting nothing more than to reach out and have your attention on me once again.
The scent of you haunts me as I try to sleep, the vivid image of you following me in my dreams.
I feel a part of my shoulder burning where you rest your hand, but your touch is a fire I would willingly walk into.
My thoughts have gone past what you do to me now, as they have evolved into thoughts of what we could be together.
I wonder what your hands feel like encased in my mine.
I wonder what you would look like waking up next to me.
I wonder how you would feel when I tell you I want to spend the rest of my days with you.
Leaving behind all I have known was a risk I was never willing to take, because what will become of me when I abandon the laws that have shaped me?
Though after meeting you, my beloved, I realised that these principles only held me back.
It has been years since I have left that life behind; I want to carve out a new future for myself, one that includes you, if you'd let me.
I will see you tonight, my love.
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achaotichuman · 9 days
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*Laughs maniacally as I crack my knuckles*
Y'all mfing know what time it is.
Acotar rant time
And thank you @hieragalbatorixdottir for the suggestion of dicussion.
So straight off the bat, Feyre x Amarantha is better because it's sapphic, which automatically makes it 1000% better than feysand. But for the sake of discourse, we will continue.
Lets discuss Rhysand vs Amarantha's relationship with Feyre.
When Feyre learns of Amarantha in Acotar, she has freshly returned to Prythian, and is shocked to find her lover has been kidnapped and the place she now calls home has been raided and destroyed. Looking like a graveyard.
She is told of Amarantha through Alis who finally reveals everything to her. Along with Amarantha's story, that being of her sister and alluds to Amarantha falling into some kind of insanity from grief.
And Feyre extends empathy towards that. She acknowledges Amarantha's torment for losing someone so close to her. Feyre has sisters and can relate to the kind of pain of wanting to protect them.
When Amarantha and Feyre meet for the first time, there are no shields on their personalities. Feyre sees Amarantha truly and wholly, her whole person on her own terf. Feyre is showing her rawest, most vulnerable self, and is standing right up to her and not backing down. Taking no shit from her.
Amarantha is morally grey and content with her wickedness. She doesn't apologize for the things she does, nor does she try to justify them. She is there for her business and her business alone without any regard for others.
Now lets flip this around. Feyre met Rhysand in very dire circumstances too. She was in a vulnerable, raw environment, in a land she did not know, being threatened to be SAed by three men.
Rhysand came in and saved her, except unlike the meeting with Amarantha he hiding his true self, whereas Feyre is completely on display, shocked and no doubt in some emotional pain from the encounter. So already there is a power struggle right off the bat, except it lacks any real emotion from Rhysand's end.
Rhysand has the similar experience of losing his sister, but he never really shows any real grief for losing his sister, she is more or less a past unfortunate tragedy.
Rhysand is morally grey, but not really because he actually hates it, he was the secret hero all along and whilst he continues to do horrible things unforgivingly, its actually morally right because it's for the 'greater good.'
Comparing Rhysand to Amarantha, and the story Feysand attempts to convey, Amarantha is the better choice.
She is everything Rhysand attempts to be but pulling it off better and with a much hotter attitude.
Even Rhysand steals Amarantha's line 'Feyre darling'. Amarantha also succeeds in her conquests, whereas Rhysand routinely falls flat. Amarantha dreams big whereas Rhysand doesn't seem to have any kind of future really in plan. We see them going from 'we're going to be High King' to 'We'll only show favor to Velaris, and not even the rest of our lands'
Plus Amarantha and Feyre have much better banter, with Feyre being in an incredibly emotional environment and routinely going off at Amarantha, whilst Amarantha takes it all in stride, extremely curious towards Feyre's behavior. Aka, they have good tension throughout the entirety of their interactions.
Amarantha see Feyre go through victory and loss, and keeps throwing challenges at her to push her forward and Feyre throws it right back.
They have a push and pull dynamic that is lacking with Feysand, because Rhysand doesn't push nor pull, he merely exists and Feyre is drawn to him regardless of his actions.
Therefore, Feyantha, is better than Feysand.
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guardian-angle22 · 10 months
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911: Lone Star -> BIG men tiny cups
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tough-n-dumb · 13 days
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all in a night’s work
It was a quiet night on the Geldstraat, though most of them were. The buttoned up merchers and their pious wives and obedient children all tucked away in bed. But most of Ketterdam had not laid their head for the night, including two dark figures flat on their bellies on a roof, overlooking the mansions and canal that ran like ink in the starless night. — or, Kaz and Inej on a stakeout. Kaz is casing the Van Eck mansion to steal a painting by a certain famous artist. Inej is casing, well, him. Pining ensues. Pre-SOC/Shadow and Bone TV
Read on AO3
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today i had a really bad flare at school and i was literally crying and shaking in class from the amount of pain i was in and my mom wouldn't pick up the phone and it was just awful
it's the end of the day now and i've gotten some rest and i'm feeling a bit better but i can't shake the feeling of shame because i wasn't able to control my reaction to the pain while in a public space and ugh. i know i shouldn't feel ashamed and i was literally at like a 9/10 on the pain scale but god. it truly does feel horrible to be in a room full of people and not be able to control yourself in the slightest despite your best attempts
i hate all of this so much
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effervescentdragon · 7 months
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13 and any ship that sparks joy but it’s funny if it’s got Alex in it
hmmmm. i have been on a galex kick lately...
13. Rich person pretends to be poor, secures a date with actual working-class person.
It's not like he planned for it to go this way.
Truthfully, he hadn't planned anything. That is what everyone will tell him afterwards, but for now, his lack of planning is either working too well, or not working at all. He can't really tell.
"You're supposed to be faster than this," his new - temporary - co-worker tells him. "You said you got the Best Barista Award three times." He scrunches his nose, and Alex thinks he looks pretty adorable. "What kind of establishments have you worked before, if you were their best?"
Alex raises his head from the espresso machine and his eyebrow in incredulity.
"Excuse me, but who uses the word 'establishment' unironically for-" he waves the thing that coffee goes into around the tiny, cramped space, "-this?"
George's cheeks redden a bit. His eyes flit around nervously. "Yes, well." He clears his throat. "It is important to - to refer to the thing in a proper way." His eyes narrow as Alex chuckles. "Please don't drop the portafilter."
Alex frowns, unsure - oh. The coffee thing. He grins back at George.
"Three BBA's, Georgie," he says. "Don't worry."
George clears his throat again. "Please don't call me Georgie. It's... immature."
Alex finishes the double espresso shot, puts the lid on, and turns to fully face George.
"Would 'sweetheart' be better?" he asks, and George's mouth opens a bit. "Or 'baby'? I don't mid either, it's all about your preference."
George just stands, stunned into silence. Alex wasn't particularly planning to flirt like this, but something about George was sort of irresistible. Maybe it was his desperate way to emulate the kind of people Alex dealt with regularly and was sick of, and the way crisp vowels were still offset by the kindness in George's eyes. Maybe it was his pretty face and long eyelashes and full lips that looked very, very kissable. Maybe it was the fact that George tried to be as helpful as possible when Alex stumbled into the "Silver War" coffee-shop while on the run from his security detail and pretended he was there for the barista job.
Maybe it's just because Alex really likes how George laughs when he isn't pretending to be posh and proper, and likes the way he blushes even more.
"I..." George starts to say, then shakes his head. "Just... take the coffee to the customer, Alex. I'll clean up here."
Alex makes sure to brush against George as he leaves foe the front. "We'll talk about it, Georgie," he yells, laughing as he makes his way behind the counter. "Okay, I have a tripple espresso here, for -"
"Me," a familiar voice says. Alex sighs, meeting very familiar, very pissed off blue eyes. "The espresso is for me, Your Highness."
Alex grins. "Hello, Sebastian. I didn't know they'd call you in."
Sebastian's smile is very like the smile Alex saw in that shark documentary his sister made him watch. "Only in matters of extreme breaches of security protocol, Your Highness." His eyes narrow. "The car is waiting for you. Move."
Alex sighs again, untying his apron. He sees Carlos by the door and hopes he hasn't gotten him in too much trouble with Sebastian. "But I just got a job, Sebastian. I don't think it will reflect well on my resume."
"You won't have a resume if you don't move," Sebastian says, then adds, very pointedly, "Your Highness."
Alex opens his mouth, about to say something very witty, when a stuttering voice says "Excuse me, but, what do you mean 'Your Highness'? Alex, I - what?"
Oh shit, Alex thinks and turns to George, who kust have just gotten out of the kitchen. His eyes are wide and surprised, flitting from Alex to Seb to Carlos, his hands balled in fists.
"Uh," Alex shrugs, "I guess - surprise, sweetheart?"
George's eyes narrow.
Should've gone with baby, I guess, Alex thinks, but the pit in his stomach doesn't go away by his attempts at humour. He's pretty sure it has something to do with the genuine hurt in Alex's eyes. Fuck. I just hope they let me fix it.
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memento-mariii · 1 month
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I had a dream that I saw a really interesting Gale-centric Hunger Games AU on my dash, but then the OP called Peeta an incel and I got so offended I woke up.
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