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slfcare · 19 days
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When I was younger, I was in love with the idea of moving out to a lone island and never speaking to anyone again. I wasn’t good at talking, physically, nor did conversations come easy to me, so I kept quiet and I was totally fine with that. But while the people closest to me rolled their eyes at my wishes (again, lone island), nobody told me how talking to people was fun. Nobody told me how nice of a feeling it was to feel a new friendship blossom, to have inside jokes with people, to hand out compliments and get them back, to ask questions to people who are excited about having the answers, to remember something that someone mentioned last time and make them feel heard, to flatter people, to share slightly embarrassing facts and be able to laugh about them, to have people to say hi and bye to. It took me years and years and years to gather the courage to speak, but it was so worth it. It’s so much fun.
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tanked-up · 6 months
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(Price adopted Soap, Ghost and Gaz)
Ghost and Soap when young didn’t like each other. Price did his best for them to get along, but nothing.
On the other hand, Gaz and Soap were inseparable, when kids and still as teens they threw these pijamas party’s where they stayed up all night playing board games, because to be honest, I feel like Price would be those type of fathers who preferred they’re sons doing stuff to “enlighten up their minds”. Of course they all loved him the same.
Ghost chilled in his room. He wasn’t the type to really hang out with Soap and Gaz, probably because of how he was a bit older than them. Price always tried to get them together, but Ghost always ended up ranting about how they were “uncool” and he didn’t want to waste his time with them.
Now if you’d ask Soap and Gaz if they cared… well they’d say no, of course. Yet Soap still felt a bit left out. He always looked up to Ghost and hoped to one day be like him. So when Soap was like 16 years old, Ghost finally helped Soap with some school work he had, cause Price arrived home late that day, Soap was grateful of course, but still kinda annoyed at the fact that it took him forever to help or reach out to him. So when Ghost finally finished helping him, Soap was like "Can we high five or are we not there yet?.” That caused Ghost to smile and laugh, which turned out to be the first time he smiled that brightly directly at Soap.
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savlina · 2 months
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companion with paws 🐾
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Sofia had to bring the dog to the base due to certain circumstances. By the way, they all meet with this joyful animal not for the first time (this can be seen from such a vivid reaction of the dog to Kyle). Soap has always said that this dog is the complete opposite of its owner)
But the first meeting initially looked different. (events that occurred about two months ago)
On one of the most ordinary days, Ghost, Soap and Kyle, as usual, gathered in the common lounge, but Sofia was not with them. They didn't really wonder where she was, because before that Price had warned them that Sophia needed to leave, but she was supposed to be back this morning. He couldn't tell them exactly where she had gone because she hadn't explained it to him, but she said it was very urgent and would only take a few hours.
Soap: Why did he let her go without explanation?
Ghost, making himself a cup of tea, replied: I think there are reasons for that.
Soap: But it's almost noon, and she's still gone.
Kyle: Maybe something happened.
Soap: Don't be ridiculous; what could have happened in those few hours?
Ghost: And in less time, everything is possible.
*woof-woof*
All of them suddenly twitched.
Soap: Fuck
Kyle: Did I just hear barking?
Ghost: A dog?
Sofia was standing behind them. Her grin could be seen through the mask: I just wanted to cheer you up a bit) Kyle: After a few hours of training, it was optional)
While everyone was greeting each other, Goust still couldn't take his eyes off the dog. Sofia noticed this and said
- Oh, by the way, don't be surprised. I don't have time to explain, because I urgently need to go to Price. Pointing at the dog with her eyes, she continued: She will sit quietly with you in the corner for now, and please do not pay attention to her and do not touch her.
*And then, less than a second later, Sofia left again*
*They were left alone with this dog*
Kyle: Did I understand correctly, that she brought the animal here and asked me not to pay attention?
Soap: I didn't promise not to pet her dog, did we?)
And Ghost just kept looking at this magnificent animal.
Without taking his eyes off them, suddenly the dog abruptly moved from his place and moved to a corner without any commands. But her big glass eyes wouldn't stop looking at them.
Kyle: Just like Sofia said before.
Ghost: And the eyes are exactly like the hostess's.
Soap: Where does she even have a dog? She never mentioned her.
Kyle: Not surprising. She never mentions anything.
Ghost: Are we really not allowed to approach her?
Soap: What? Are you ready to forget Sofia's request?
Ghost: No. I'm just. Asked.
Soap: Yeah, I'm laughing. I think if we stroke her, no one will know about it, right?
Kyle was already at her side. And after a while, three grown men run around the room and play with a four-legged friend like children. But they underestimated how silently Sofia moved. And now the girl is standing in the aisle and watching them. A serious and rude voice echoed through the room: What did I ask you for?
All three men turned sharply at her, and the dog immediately ran away from them from the same corner in which it was originally sitting.
- Did you have to ignore my request?
They stood as if their mother was scolding them.
Soap: We just couldn't resist.
Kyle: There's nothing scary about playing with a dog.
Ghost: Excuse us.
Sofia didn't say anything; she just called the dog with a hand gesture and led her to her room.
Soap: So... a very strange reaction.
Kyle: I think we have another workout right now.
Ghost just silently headed for the exit.
Soap: Yes. Good idea.
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chaotic-fantasy-life · 2 months
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In Divinus' garden, a certain hero was taking care of the trees, it has been a few years and the one holding her world grew big. Having grown herself as well, becoming a master of each type of life and even beyond.
But the call for adventure kept calling her, and thus, she decided to ask one favour of the old god. To continue her travels to see other worlds and maybe witness the rise of other heroes just as she was.
But the act came at a great price, each new world she gets in, all of her abilities will be lost and she will have to work even harder to gain them back, until she gets back to the divine realm where she will be back to normal. It was to keep balance in those new worlds, to not disturb them in their own stories.
The woman accepted, she already knew hardship and the pain it came with. But she was stubborn and knew that if she had to go through all of this again if it was to feel this joy of adventure and new meetings, she was ready for it.
And so, the world traveller Krystal went on her journey. To see the rise of those other heroes of Reveria
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vmdwriter · 3 months
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Neptune's Veiled Intervention: A Sailor's Odyssey
In the celestial tapestry of ancient myths, where gods and goddesses wove their tales across the heavens, Neptune, ruler of the seas, held sway over the watery realms. His divine abode lay hidden in the depths of the ocean, a palace of coral and pearls, where the echoes of crashing waves were his eternal anthem.
Neptune, with his trident in hand, commanded the oceans and their creatures with a benevolent yet powerful spirit. He ruled alongside his queen, Amphitrite, a goddess of the sea whose grace matched the gentle lapping of the tides. Together, they orchestrated the dance of marine life and dictated the ebb and flow of the great oceans.
One day, as Neptune surveyed his kingdom, a mortal caught his eye. A young sailor named Aeneas, courageous and bold, faced the tumultuous waves of a storm-tossed sea. Impressed by the mortal's resilience, Neptune decided to intervene, for fate had woven their threads together.
With a flick of his mighty trident, Neptune calmed the storm and guided Aeneas safely to the shores of a distant land. The grateful sailor, unaware of the divine hand that had saved him, offered prayers to the sea and its unknown guardian.
Intrigued by Aeneas's spirit, Neptune decided to test the mortal further. He appeared before the sailor in a vision, disguised as an old seafarer with a weathered face and a voice like the distant roar of the waves. Neptune foretold of Aeneas's destiny, urging him to embark on a journey that would lead to a glorious fate.
Aeneas, inspired by the vision, set sail once more, guided by the invisible hand of Neptune. Through trials and tribulations, the mortal's path unfolded, intertwined with the whims of gods and the currents of destiny.
As Aeneas's tale unfolded, Neptune watched from his watery throne, a god amused by the mortal's journey. In the end, Aeneas fulfilled his destiny, becoming a hero of legend, forever indebted to the unseen benevolence of Neptune, the god of the seas. And so, the cosmic dance of gods and mortals continued, their stories interwoven like the waves that lapped upon the shores of eternity.
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dimalink · 17 days
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And here they are - my friends. Pigeons. Such wonderful plump little birds. Which speaks uuuhhh…uuuurr. It is always funny for me. It makes me fun all the time. When they walk around you, such funny way. And speaks something. They have such a little legs, I can say, legs are small and thin. And birds themselves are plump. And lightweight. They are birds.
They have something to do there. One of the birds is going straight to the camera. Looks like, it wants to say – Hello! Almost run.
I had some story. I walked the road. And here, from a bushes, a bird is flying, it was taking off. Such pigeon. Big little bird. And it hits me to the head. Such a hit. I clashed into a bird, which was taking off.  I was scared of course. Because of it was immediately and unexpected. But bird is very lightweight. And impact was not big. So I remember this for all of my life! Such impact with a pigeon!
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theblvcksupreme · 1 year
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its-wabby-stuff · 1 year
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One day, in the apocalypse:
Leo: (spits out water) Oh my God. Casey your 17!
Casey: Yeah Sensei
Leo: We’ve been in an apocalypse for 17 years?
Mikey: (holding in a laugh) It’s been longer than that Leo- you’re 40.
Leo: What!?
Later:
Leo: (trying to drag Mikey down) Why did you let me get old!!
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maorimaorii · 18 days
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I'd rather feel the icing cold on my cheeks
And in the end I knew, I'd like to meet you at another timeline.
In another place At another age.
They yearn for me, yet I only yearn for you. How after all these years. How is it possible I still search for your soul.
I'm starting to believe I've done something terribly wrong in a previous life.
In a cell of isolation, you are on my mind. When I see potential in another, it's you whom I compare it to.
If only, if only. What if? I don't know.
It's so far away, yet still fills up my everyday.
I'd rather feel the icing cold on my cheeks. Than this nostalgic summer evening warmth. Cause it makes me think of you.
How do I get rid of every fiber in my being. Longing for you.
I tell them I am strong. You were the only one who knew I weren't. Yet you let me go, for who I was.
Am I up early? Or was I awake all allong? Your warmth was all I needed.
Do you still miss me? When I'm so far away.
@maorimaorii
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snazzystarlight · 10 months
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This was pretty!! This is “Little Story” by Kehlani as I see it because of synesthesia!
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soot-sympathiser · 5 months
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coffee, your url sounds like a fucking machine i'd buy on wish.
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like pov: looking for the moots and i just see
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sorry im done
>:l
My friend was sat with me as i read this and said ‘You should probably change it’ and without fucking hesitation and snapped my head towards her and said. ‘NO!’
she looked at me weird, as she does not understand internet humour.
There ain’t no way I’m changing it and letting someone else have it. I am a wish.com MACHINE.
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oldion · 5 months
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In a library - (Part 6/7) Before leaving with his magazine, our hero sees a woman reading his novel. He can't believe his eyes, it's the young astronaut. Laughing, she replies: “Nice coincidence, me too”
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greenflowereal · 9 months
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In a world where the magic system is based on food, witches reign supreme, thanks to their greed, paranoia, and arrogance, the witches thought highly of themselves and have bias against other races.
Vítoria was one of them until one day after putting on an ancient amulet, she was cursed into a new species and the only way she could become a witch again was if the witches treated her with kindness and respect despite her appearance.
In other words she is cursed forever, at least the amulet has a excelent sense of humor.
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allesgutkeeper · 1 year
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Q: What do you taste like? Q: Tell me more about how the fluid that you produce works.
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A LITTLE STORY
She loved gypsophila. They're these little flowers that look like unopened buds. Delicate and tremulous, just like her. In Menor's garden, there were white ones, like her hair; blue ones, pure and bright, just like her eyes; lilac ones - Draco was sure that was the color of her soul... So soft yet strong, clear, strong-willed and so open with him. She was the one person Draco trusted with everything, she was the one on whom he could confide all the secrets, tell about his first incredibly tragic crush, about the fear that haunted him almost all his life, about the sleepless lonely nights spent trying not to go mad under the pressure of the Lord...
As a child, Draco had loved helping her in the garden. She was generally very fond of flowers, and each one differently. Roses, white roses - she loved roses with a special love, almost as much as gypsophila, but still different. Roses were her outlet, and gypsophiles were her soul. Marigolds were still growing in the garden - she had planted them in memory of her murdered sister. Orange, they held the same fire that had been in her heart. And her sister had loved that color, but her family denied it, but until her death, she'd secretly dressed in that color. Secretly from everyone, but not from her. Besides marigolds, there were also lilies. No one knows but Draco, she never told anyone who they were dedicated to. Only someone who knew the man well could understand that. And he was only opening himself up to Draco and her. The proudest and most formidable man Hogwarts had ever known, even he was able to open his soul to the welcoming warmth of her soul... And the last flowers, they grew amongst the vast array of plants, alone, in a corner. Draco himself had planted them. A red carnation, planted in honor of his one and still unrequited love...
She was very love flowers. Mother....
Bending over her poor, almost snow-white face, Draco ran through his memory of probably all the moments associated with her. Her smile as she listened to his accomplishments, her peaceful face as she tended the flowers in the garden, her worry when she learned of the Lord's arrival in Menor... Draco looked into her eyes and tried desperately to see there, instead of the lifeless emptiness, the familiar grin visible only to those closest to her... He placed a bouquet of gypsophila in her hand.
- They will be with you in a way that I cannot be. Goodbye mom, I love you..... - Tears rolled from eyes and voice trailed off shamefully. - I will remember you while I still am. Thank you, mom...
P. S. I hope the translation is correct, I really do
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vmdwriter · 3 months
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Whispers of Uranus: A Celestial Odyssey
Far beyond the familiar orbits of the inner planets, nestled in the vast reaches of our solar system, Uranus spun silently in the cosmic ballet. A sphere of mystery, cloaked in icy veils of blue, it held secrets that beckoned to be unveiled.
In a not-so-distant future, a daring crew of interstellar explorers set their sights on Uranus. Their spacecraft, a marvel of advanced technology, glided through the cold void, approaching the enigmatic giant. Among the crew was Captain Elena Rivers, an intrepid leader with a passion for unraveling the mysteries of the cosmos.
As their ship entered Uranus' gravitational embrace, the crew marveled at the planet's unusual feature – a sideways spin, like a cosmic cartwheel. It was a celestial dance, a unique spectacle that captivated their imaginations.
Their mission was to probe the depths of Uranus' atmosphere, to unveil the secrets hidden beneath the icy façade. The spacecraft descended through layers of ethereal clouds, revealing a world of swirling storms and vibrant hues.
As they delved deeper, the crew discovered a network of magnetic fields, weaving an intricate tapestry across the planet. It was a magnetic symphony, resonating with celestial harmonies that echoed through the spacecraft.
Elena and her crew deployed probes to study Uranus' moons, each a silent witness to the cosmic drama unfolding. The moons revealed stories of ancient collisions and celestial ballets, casting shadows on the icy surface.
Yet, amidst the scientific revelations, a sense of awe and wonder permeated the crew. Uranus, the poetic planet, seemed to whisper the secrets of the universe in the language of cosmic dreams.
As the explorers completed their mission and left Uranus behind, they carried with them a trove of knowledge and a renewed sense of humanity's place in the vastness of space. The enigma of Uranus, once distant and unknown, had become a chapter in the ever-expanding book of cosmic exploration – a story that echoed through the corridors of the spaceship, a tale to be shared with a curious Earth awaiting the next chapter in the cosmic odyssey.
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