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th1rt33n · 2 months
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drew some very serious emotes for me n my friend's ffxiv server
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radzina · 4 months
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saw (2004) gingerbread house = )
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vroomvroomwee · 5 months
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Remember when Billie Piper poured her entire heart out in delivering the "I love you" line with a massive emphasis on the "lo" like she's saying something that doesn't need to be said because everyone already knows. I don't think I've heard a reiteration that has her type of enunciation. The way she's delivering the vowels like she's saying something that's heavier and more meaningful than all the stars in the galaxy. Like she's saying something forbidden. Like she's saying something she knows she can only say now, right now, right this minute. Otherwise, she would never get the chance again. Like something that's destroying her from the inside and bringing it out in the open would be the final blow. Like saying it would kill her, but not saying it would have the same effect. It's been bottled up for so long. So long. That it's clawing out of her throat and drawing blood along the way. Like the words themselves making their way through and resounding in the wind are weakening her muscles and crumbling her already vulnerable and fragile heart.
And do you also remember how we, as the audience, never hear the Doctor say those words back? Not once. Even though it's obvious in every interaction, in every look they share, in every minute they spend together. It doesn't need saying... so powerful is their love that it physically can't be put into words. We don't hear it because the word "love" is too weak to do their story justice. The word we never hear from him... But what we do get to hear from her has the power to shatter entire universes.
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whysosiriushuh · 3 months
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Rosekiller orange peel theory:
Evan: Barty?
Barty: yeah
Evan: can you peel this orange for me?
Barty: oh sure *peels the fruit*
Evan:*internally kicking feet and giggling* oh...
Barty *holds out a slice for him to bite*
Barty:*squeezes the orange on his face*
Evan: ...
Barty: ...
Regulus, witness to the scene: honestly, what were you expecting
Barty:*licks the juice from Evan's face*
Regulus:.......
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ibtisams · 3 months
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Having to do your own research and not be spoon fed all information from Palestinians is not the end of the world and something you should be doing
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ultimatefarter3000 · 5 months
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oh he butch as hell
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procrastiel · 27 days
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just woke up and guess what I’m thinking about
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cowboy-butch-blues · 7 months
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love is stored in femme thighs
✨men dni this post is about lesbians✨
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nkim-illustrates · 1 year
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More Maiden and the Rabbit!
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kimwifexler · 7 months
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It suddenly occured to me, it's been six years. I mean, Jesus. I couldn't believe it... I thought you might wanna — know that I'm still alive.
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starlessmistake · 5 months
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the women of shadow and bone >>>>>>>>>>>>>
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hypewinter · 9 months
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The boy didn't know how far they had gone, he just knew it wasn't far enough. They would be after them, he knew this. He had to keep going. He had to find safety. And he had to do it fast. His arms hurt from carrying his baby brother, and he knew his sister was just barely keeping up now. As a whole they were all getting tired. Which in turn meant they were slowing down and would be found soon.
The boy couldn't let that happen, he had to get his siblings to safety. And he knew exactly where they'd be safe.
As they crossed over one last hill with the sun starting to rise, the city finally came into view. Good. There they would find his parents. There, they would be safe.
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The boy hadn't meant to sleep for long. He had just wanted to rest for a few minutes. An hour at most. He had found an abandoned warehouse and settled down under a tarp with his siblings. When they awoke however, it was to the sound of fighting, and the sun had long since gone down.
The boy scolded himself for being so careless as the sounds of fighting drew closer. He quickly gathered his siblings up, prepared to escape, when the fighters came into view.
He let himself gasp in delight. It was his father. Well, one of them at least. What was his name again? Oh right Nightwing. He was in the middle of fighting a group of thugs and the boy knew better than to distract him. He watched in awe as his dad spun and flipped, knocking the men out one by one.
The boy got so enthralled by his dad launching an escrima stick at someone, that he didn't notice when one of the thugs noticed them and started making his way over.
His sister let out a screech as the man lunged at them. The boy didn't hesitate. He intercepted the man like he was trained to do and in two swift motions, the man was down.
His vigilance now activated, the boy scanned the room, looking for any other threats. He noticed his dad had been temporarily distracted by the scream his sister let out, which had allowed the thug he was fighting to get a hit in. This was evident but the fact that his dad has stumbled back, holding his face.
The boy went to charge in to help his father but just then his second dad arrived.
"What the fuck is taking you so long?" he scowled as he shot off two rubber bullets towards the thug's knees. The man cried out and on his way down, Nightwing whipped him across the face with his escrima stick. The thug hit the floor, unconscious.
"I can't believe you were really struggling against these 3rd rates," his second dad tsked. The boy recalled being told his name was Red Hood. "Honestly, you might be losing your edge."
"I was distracted!" Nightwing shot back. "There were civilians present." He pointed towards the boy and his siblings.
The boy instinctively put his siblings behind him. Then he immediately felt stupid for it. He knew his fathers were good people. They were heroes after all. He knew they wouldn't hurt them, not like those people. And yet he still found himself tensing up as they drew closer.
Nightwing put his hands up. "It's okay, we won't hurt you."
"I know," the boy said, willing his nerves to calm down. "I was looking for you actually, I knew you'd help us."
The boy noticed how both of his fathers were alert now, ready to analyze everything he was about to say.
"The doctors, they're after us. We don't have anywhere to go, but I knew I could come here and find you. I knew you'd help us if I did."
The boy was trying desperately to keep his emotions in check but it was becoming increasingly hard now that his was so close to safety. His fathers must have noticed this too because Nightwing knelt down and said, "You must have had a hard time getting here. You've been so strong but it's okay now, we'll take care of you. I promise."
The boy couldn't hold it in any longer. Fat tears dripped down his cheeks as he began to cry. His father held him and patted his back gently as his cried. He sobbed as he finally felt some of the weight he was under lift. He knew that from now on, everything would be already.
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As he calmed down, embarrassment quickly overcame him. He can't believe he'd cried like a baby in front of not only his dads but also his siblings. He would have never been allowed to get away with that at the facility. The boy wiped at his face to dry the remaining tears and turned to his dad.
"I'm sorry Dad," he mumbled. "I didn't mean for our first meeting to go like this."
"Aw it's okay," Nightwing started. ".... Wait, what do you mean Dad?"
Uh oh, the boy hadn't meant to expose that part quite yet. He at least wanted to wait until all three of his fathers had gathered. There went that plan. Two out of three would have to be good enough. So he steeled his courage and said, "You're my dad. All the former Robin's are."
He saw his second father still out of the corner of his eye. So he turned to him. "That includes you and Red Robin," he stated. "But not the current Robin."
"I'm sorry back up," Nightwing interjected. "How do you know-"
"That you are the former Robins and also my dads?" The boy finished. His father nodded. "Well because I'm your clone," he stated.
There was a pregnant pause in the air before Red Hood spoke out. "What. The. Hell!?"
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oh-stars · 2 months
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United Front
Love is Co-Parenting
a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1074 words | CW: N/A | Rating: T
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Steve is on the steps when Eddie pulls up. He knows what he looks like, sitting on the bottom step, covered in flour and paint with a cigarette between his fingers. They don’t smoke anymore, not like they used to at least. At most, they’ll sneak a cigarette here and there on particularly stressful days and maybe they’ll have one socially, but they don’t go through the packs they used to. 
Eddie’s frozen in the driver’s seat of his van, leaning forward to rest his chin and hands on the steering wheel. Steve can’t hear his thoughts for obvious reasons, but it’s clear as day that Eddie’s trying to weigh the costs of coming inside at all. It’s futile because Steve knows that an asteroid could crash into their home and bring on the end of time and Eddie would still come home to them. 
The caution, however, is still noted and not without envy. 
He takes a slow drag as Eddie finally crawls out of the van and walks up the path. “You didn’t call so I’m safe in assuming this isn’t a major crisis of the upside down variety?” 
“Nope,” Steve says, blowing the smoke out of the corner of his mouth. 
“And everyone is safe, sound, and healthy?” Eddie leans against the column lining the pathway. 
“Yup.” Another deep drag, then Steve, the gracious partner that he is, hands over the cigarette to Eddie. 
Eddie takes it, shoulders easing as his cheeks hollow. “Well?” He blows a ring of smoke toward the awning. 
Steve reaches for the cigarette again and flicks off the ashes. It smolders in between his fingers, but he doesn’t bring it to his lips. “Henderson’s nephew–” 
“You mean our son?” Eddie asks, eyebrow raised. “The boy we’re raising? The light of our life? Is that who you’re talking about?” 
“Oh yes,” Steve says, exasperated. “Dustin’s corrupted our son. Therefore, right now, he’s Dustin’s Nephew.” 
Eddie crosses his arms, a furrow in his brow. “Stevie–” His jaw clicks as he snaps it shut, a flush to his face. Steve’s glare must be more intense than he realizes. “Baby,” he tries again, softer as he kneels in front of Steve. “Are you actually mad or just tired?” 
“Frustrated,” Steve corrects, “not mad.” 
“Right, of course,” Eddie says.
Steve takes another drag, then offers it to Eddie. “I love him with everything in me, but he is never allowed to spend that much time with Dustin one-on-one again.” 
Eddie blinks hard. “What the hell did he do?” 
He motions to the flour and paint covering his shirt and body. “I left him alone for ten minutes to deal with the laundry and he made a goddamn volcano in our living room. Our living room, Eds.” 
“A volcano?”
Steve huffs and runs a hand through his hair, motioning with the hand holding the cigarette. “One of those paper fuckers that they make for science fairs. He made a giant ass one in our living room.” 
Eddie winces as his hands fall to Steve’s knees. “How bad is it?” 
“Not demodog in the fridge gross, but worse than the kool-aid water balloons the kids had for their graduation,” Steve drones. 
“And what did you do with our boy?” 
Steve puts out the cigarette and leans forward to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder, barely resisting the urge to hide in Eddie’s neck all together. “He’s sitting in time out at the kitchen table.” 
Eddie sighs and rubs Steve’s back. A kiss to Steve’s pulse point takes away some of the tension in his body, but not all. He still has to go back inside and console Jamie, scrub the vinegar and soap from the couches, carpet, and all the walls, and then go on about his day like they didn’t nearly destroy the house. 
“Think he’s upset?” 
“Oh, absolutely,” Steve says as he pulls away with another sigh. He stands up and pulls Eddie with him. “He wasn’t crying when I came out here, but I think he was close.” Steve pauses, swallows hard against the lump in his throat. “Was that shitty? To just leave him there?” 
Eddie shakes his head. “No, baby, it wouldn’t have done either of you any good to stay in there while you were mad. He’s not a baby anymore–” 
“Are you saying that to make me feel better?” Steve asks, hand on the doorknob. “Because that isn’t helping.” 
“Does it help knowing I’ve got your back with this? Whatever you think is fair, I’m with you,” Eddie says. 
Steve nods. “A united front.” 
“Best there is.” 
“Is he old enough to learn how to clean the carpets?” Steve asks as he pushes open the door. 
Eddie’s gasp as he sees the carnage of their living room validates all of Steve’s anger in a single breath. “Yeah,” he squeaks. “And if he wasn’t before, he sure as hell is now.” 
Steve doesn’t even look at it, heads straight for the dining table where Jamie is sitting in his chair with his head on the table as little sniffles echo from the hollow of his arms. His heart breaks at the sight, any remaining anger dissipating between the hand on the small of his back from Eddie stepping in close and the pure remorse from his baby. 
“Jamie,” Eddie says calmly. 
Jamie’s head pops up, revealing his big, brown eyes wide with tears pooling at his lashes, tear tracks and snot all along his blotchy face. “I’m sorry,” he cries, big sobs rushing through his body. He hops off his chair and stumbles toward Steve and Eddie. 
Steve picks him up and kisses the side of his head. “You could have gotten really hurt, buddy,” Steve tells him. “That’s why I was so mad.” 
“And if you had told Dad you wanted to make a volcano,” Eddie says as he wraps his arms around the both of them, “you guys could have made an even bigger one outside.” 
Jamie picks up his head and swipes his hand under his nose. “Really?” 
Steve thumbs away his tears and uses his own shirt to wipe away the snot. “Maybe not today, but yes, we could have eventually.”
There’s a bigger conversation to be had and a living room to clean, but it doesn't seem as intimidating as it was when Steve went to sit on the porch. Not with Eddie standing with him and their son safe and sound. 
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Thank you @lady-lostmind
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I'll be real an unexpected broken phone incident occurred and I'm low on funds to feed my bad habits shit in the dark but any penny helps hahaha
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iviedraws · 1 year
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bill and ted in hannibal lecters office
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bill and ted are in hannibal lecter's office! hey, why'd he look at me funny earlier when i made that cannibal joke? is it 'cause his name rhymes with cannibal?
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