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clouvu · 8 days
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Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine
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danikatze · 5 days
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Kept thinking about this line the last few weeks every time it was sunny out lol 🌩️🌨️🌦️🌪️⛄
[Video description: a line art only animation of Gale of Waterdeep. He looks up at the sunny sky and happily says "lovely day, this!" Then he looks suspicious and continues "for now..." After a moment clouds come rolling in, a strong wind starts blowing and heavy rain comes pouring down. At the top is written: "western Europeans in spring:" /End video description.]
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beybuniki · 1 month
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nosy
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fir3flytv · 3 days
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Jason Todd can kill a man with his bare hands, but with you, they're as delicate as possible, like you're a porcelain doll, able to crack at the slightest touch. His fingers hover over your skin, a light as a feather you would think you were imagining things. He's cautious, carful, thoughtful. Everything else in his life has broke. Even him. But not you, never you. You can't. You're untouched. Perfect, never to do wrong. He worshipped you like a goddess, like you created heaven and earth. And you did.
You created his earth. His world. You were his heaven. When he died, he swore he saw you. You were his everything, his reason, his purpose, his love, his hope. He was so in love it hurt. Every look shared between you, his mind swirled with possibilities. He couldn't live if something happened to you because of him. He couldn't live without his world. It was an odd place to be stuck in. Scared of staying, scared of leaving. He kept his distance. Touches were never long. Lips ghost against yours. It's like he's never fully there. Every night, the cold side that was suppose to be his haunted you. It's hard to love a ghost. It's like being in love with a figment of your imagination. You find yourself questioning if he's even real. Every time he comes home, he proves to you that he is. That brought upon its own set of questions, heart crying out for more of what it was deprived. Were you not enough reason to stay? Were you not enough? Was he yours like you were his?
You felt like the moon, forever revolving around the Earth, compelled to, even. Always at a safe distance, longing for more. That is, until one night. He comes home, smashing his helmet to the wall. The landlord won't like that, but a problem for another day. Without thinking he crashes into your arms, head buried into your chest. The Earth crashed into the moon. Hell will follow, you both knew that. But it didn't matter. You had him. He had you. that was enough.
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rennyrose · 6 months
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More magic ✨ tattoo- (and OOC Meryl pfffffffft)
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goryhorroor · 7 months
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day 14 of horror: horror movies + deeper meanings
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minhosblr · 17 days
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T.leeknowsaurus first insta live aka. Minho not being satisfied with instagram's filters for 18 minutes straight
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obsob · 5 months
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lady amber my beloved
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okkalo · 1 year
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“nagi, babe, look up for a sec. i wanna show you something,” you coaxed the sleepy male to lift his head from your lap, fingers running through his hair. he rested his chin on your thigh, eyebrows narrowing as he read your laptop screen.
“men i would replace my boyfriend with?” he mumbled the title of the presentation that took up your screen, a long sigh leaving him after he finished. “don’t wanna watch. you’re dumb.” he lowered his head onto your lap once again.
“please,” you dragged the word out, shaking his shoulders as you did so. “you’ll like it, promise.” he let out a groan, lazily picking his head up once more to look at your screen.
“‘kay.” he gave in, knowing you wouldn’t back down anytime soon. you had to bite back a smile seeing his sleepy and annoyed face.
“men i would replace my boyfriend for,” you started off by repeating the title slide before clicking to the next, “nobody. my boyfriend is top-tier.” nagi still held his peeved face, hand reaching up to click the next slide, which was blank. “did you really think i would put someone else?” you asked, feigning hurt.
his only response was to click to the slide after that, still skeptical of this whole presentation. thankfully, it was also blank. “see? you’re the best boyfriend i could ask for,” he only hummed in response, looking up at you while reaching for your chin to pull you in for a kiss. you, of course, obliged, trying your best to hold back your smile as you clicked to the next slide. he peeked one eye open to look at your laptop, now seeing a picture of reo.
“really?” he immediately pushed you away, annoyed expression making its way back on his face. at that point you were letting all your giggles loose, nagi pushing himself off of you.
“it’s because he’s rich!” you quickly added, making sure you explained yourself before he could walk off. he whipped his head around with an offended look.
“‘m rich too!”
“you refused to buy that plushie for me last week!” you fought back, smile still wide on your face.
“because you’ll cuddle with it instead of me,” he mumbled, pout spreading on his lips as he thought of the sight. you gave a small giggle, your hand snaking behind his neck to push him back towards you.
“i could never replace you, my big baby,” your soft tone is what pulled nagi back into you, his head dropping on your chest as his arms wrapped around you.
“you did with that one dino plushie,” he sighed at the memory, relaxing in your touch. you had both gone quiet at that statement, your hands occupied with scratching his scalp. he had thought it was finally time to nap, letting his eyes close.
“hey…whatever happened to my dino plushie?”
uh oh.
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thanks for reading!
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muffinlance · 8 days
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Read "Suki, Alone". Liked it in general. But can they please, please hire someone who knows both the show's actual events and how to follow through on a character arc? Because guys. Guys. That comic is not implying about Suki what they meant it to be implying, and all because of literally one line.
So like. From a writer's standpoint:
What they meant to do: show Suki as a community-oriented person who cares for her people, and believes in everyone succeeding together.
As opposed to (spoilers): the thief girl they set her up in contrast with, who's pretty upfront and consistent on primarily looking out for herself. She betrays Suki for one (1) corn chip to improve her own life at the prison, no surprise.
But the problem is: they give Suki an inspirational line to the effect of "we're all working together and we'll all break out together"
You know
The thing she does not do in the show
So if both the show and this comic are canon, then instead of setting up a compare/contrast with the thief girl, they've just set up a comparison. One were Suki is arguably worse, because she's been leading a significant number of prisoners on with her "we'll all fight and win our freedom together!" business, only to straight up cut them out of the escape loop and abandon them, whereas the thief is only leading Suki on in the sense that Suki keeps telling her what it's morally correct to think and confuses snide replies with agreement
My dudes. My fellow writers. You people actually being paid for this. There were so many ways to fix those awful implications against our girl's character, the simplest of which would be to not include that line. Or they could have, you know, made it canon compliant with what actually happens in the show, so that this comic doesn't set Suki up as a betrayer instead of a community builder. Like... just send all her good prison buddies off to other prisons in the wake of the warden finding out they're colluding. Have it timed to be right before the next new prisoners arrive, thus setting it immediately before the Boiling Rock episodes, so Suki didn't have anyone left in the prison she'd want to take with her on a breakout. For bonus points, include a page or two of her and her Kyoshi warriors opening up the cell of one of her prison friends post-war, thus implying she's tracking down and actually fulfilling her promises. Maybe even show her doing the same with thief girl, who was established as being imprisoned on false charges anyway, and also showing that Suki is A) the bigger person, and B) willing to acknowledge her own role in mistakes (because I cannot emphasize enough how much thief girl was not hiding her own priorities, and it was Suki who approached HER with all this, not the girl ever doing anything special to weasel her way in) (this would also open up an opportunity for paralleling Suki's earlier in-comic mistake of not listening to one of her friend's very valid thoughts and feeling, which lead to the girl leaving their island alone pre-canon; a "seeing people as they are, not what you want them to be" moment)
Anyway yeah enjoyable enough for a quick read but another one for the "this can't be canon or the characters are So Much Worse than they were in the actual show" pile
At least Aang didn't promise to murder anyone in this one
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llamahearted · 9 months
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like it's no big deal at all
songs on repeat
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gatorlovebot · 6 months
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can't stop thinking about the way price would comfort you after spanking your ass red and raw. you weren't surprised in the slightest when he finally grabbed you and fiercily pulled you over his knee. you've had an unbelievably shitty week at work and not wanting to burden john with your trivial work drama, you've bottled things up. but unfortunately for the both you, when you bottle up your feelings you usually become petulant, short, irritable. a brat.
john can only handle it for so long.
he uses his wide palm to turn your ass red hot, the skin raised and inflamed after each spank. he shows you a little bit of mercy, not making you count out his strikes. instead he allows you to hide your face in the bed where he's perched as you cry big fat tears into your comforter.
your tears aren't because of the pain, that's secondary. it's the release of all of your pent up emotions from the week finally spilling over with the help of john's harsh hand. his strikes eventually stop, his hand coming to rest over each cheek, humming at the heat radiating off your inflamed skin. his hands are rough, the callouses catching your tender skin, but you know he's not doing it on purpose. john wouldn't hesitate to put you in your place when he knew you needed it, but he never pushed you too far.
his palm travels from your ass, trailing up your spine until it rests against the nape of your neck, giving you a gentle squeeze, a physical check in, before murmuring, "come on up, dove."
you scramble into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck to burrow your head in the crock of his neck. your safe place. he in turns wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as his big palms stroke up and down your back. you tremble against him trying to collect yourself, knowing he was waiting for you. he cradles you gently, protectively, as you hiccup, "i'm sorry for being a brat."
one of his hands reaches back up to the nape of your neck, gently pulling you from your little spot so he can look at you. you must look a mess, cheeks wet with tears, eyes red and blurry, bottom lip trembling. but you can only see adoration in his eyes as he pulls you up to give you a gentle kiss to your forehead. you slump back into his lap at his tenderness. "i know you're never a brat just to be a brat."
"uh-huh." you agree, nodding dumbly as you try to calm your breathing and hide your face again against his burly body.
"mhmm," he hums against your temple, pressing kisses into your hair, "i know you always try to be good for me, so something must have really been getting at you this week. feel like you can finally share with me what's been going on, dove?"
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steddieas-shegoes · 6 months
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Drabble idea for the ask thing: Steve works at a tattoo shop and Eddie works at a flower shop, they both get odd looks when they tell people about their job. Bonus: Eddie gets a tattoo of a flower from Steve and that's how they meet.
This is like if you took call me sunshine, send me to space and made it cuter with a flower shop and made Steve the tattoo artist instead. I'm just gonna write the bonus scene because that's a lot to keep 500 words or less and we all know how I go on 😂 Don't @ me over the super sappy ending, someone with spoons please write another 50k of this.
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"You want a wildflower bouquet in the space of your full sleeve?" Steve stared at the fully tattooed man over his glasses, brows raised in disbelief. "I'm not one to judge tattoo choices but you seem to know what you're doing and I'm a bit confused as to how that fits with...anything else on your arm."
Steve had definitely done some wild tattoos. He was actively part of so many bad decisions made by people who would live to regret getting their girlfriend's name on their neck or the face of their best friend on their thigh.
But this one was different in that this guy had clearly meticulously planned out every tattoo on his body, and that was a lot of tattoos, and now he wanted to add...wildflowers. In between skulls and guitars and some metal band logo. Right.
"Yeah and if it's a problem, I can go somewhere else, man. I just heard a lot of good things about you and my flower shop is two doors down, so-"
"Wait. You're Eddie? You're the guy who owns the flower shop." Steve perked up, face relaxing more into a smile.
"The one and only. You been by?" Eddie didn't remember actually seeing Steve before.
He'd been shocked to walk in and see a barely tattooed Steve sitting behind the counter. Assuming he was the secretary, he'd said he was here for an appointment with the guy in charge, and Steve smiled and explained who he was.
"I haven't. But someone brought me a bouquet you made when I first opened and it was beautiful. Managed to keep it alive and thriving for almost two weeks, which is a record for me, and then someone said it was because of the way you take care of them before they're sold and the minerals you use in the water and I'm turning into Robin. Jesus."
Eddie was endeared.
Steve was looking down at his tablet in front of him, a barely visible sketch on it.
"Is that what you've come up with?" Eddie asked as he leaned over the counter to get a closer look.
They could talk about his love of the bouquet Eddie made later.
"Yeah, but. Now that I'm looking at you...I'm not sure it's right," Steve sighed, closing the app and looking back up at Eddie. "I can redesign at no charge and set up another consultation."
"Can I see?"
"Sure."
Steve pulled his tablet out and opened the picture back up.
It was beautiful, actually resembled a bouquet Eddie had done not long ago for his friend Jonathan.
"It's perfect. Can it be done in one long sitting or do we need to break it up?" Eddie smiled at Steve, pulling up the calendar on his phone to make an appointment.
"Uh. Well." Steve cleared his throat. "I guess you could probably handle the pain so all in one is fine with me? It's probably gonna be six hours with breaks every hour. Are you sure this is what you want?"
Eddie looked at the tablet again, tilting his head as he thought back to when he'd made this bouquet.
"Do you know Jonathan Byers?" Eddie asked, not looking away from the picture.
His eyes focused on the coneflower that he'd only been able to use in one bouquet before his part time employee found out they were allergic.
"Yeah...why?"
"He got you that bouquet, right?"
Steve nodded.
Eddie didn't really believe in fate or destiny or whatever type of miracle people tended to wish for. He also didn't believe in soulmates or the perfect partner.
But wildflowers grow anywhere, and sometimes love can too.
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foileadeux · 8 months
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lace gijinka real
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hellcifrogs · 2 months
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Yes, I am sad, but also I love these characters and the series more than anything. That's been enough to cheer me up honestly. I'm really sorry for the crwby team, but also so very thankful for this story they've given us.
So, as I had mentioned I was going to do, here are some Vacuo designs, WhiteRose version first~
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