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l3viat8an · 7 months
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Just thinkin’ about the way Solomon would give you little neck kisses whenever you’re cooking or doing the dishes and then he just stand there with his arms around your waist ‘n resting his chin on your shoulder <3
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So my friend said that the Lans are the losers of the cultivation world (don't stay up late, don't eat good food, don't drink, don't fuck, write rules all the time) and the only reason why we think they're cool is cause WWX thinks that, and he only thinks that because LWJ is there
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lizzyymcg · 18 days
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That’s not all I wanna suck on 🫢🫢🫢
You know where to find my throat goat footage if you wanna see for yourself 👀
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dunhoof · 1 year
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thinkin abt how dragons are represented onsite recently vs in the past what with regards to anthropomorphism and
yknow what that's what polls are for innit
*that's counting all moderns + abbys, gaolers, veilspun - simplifying a bit so that i don't have to think abt whether stuff like coatl tail wings technically count. basically i mean those with one pair of forelimbs, hindlimbs, & wings & nothing else that would rly affect locomotion
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ghostbl00 · 7 months
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finn and jake and bmo
i finished my re watch of adventure time!! also i FINALLY watched the last episode for the first time and OW OW OW OW OW
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mjulmjul · 1 year
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Leave all your love and your longing behind / You can't carry it with you if you want to survive
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dozydawn · 11 months
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someone tagged one of my vintage pageant posts with ‘scrolled too fast & thought this was a lesbian wedding.’ it made me smile, as someone who did pageants growing up, because the crowning is sort of wedding-like when it’s down to the last two on stage.
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sometimes they’re standing a few feet apart, maybe shoulder to shoulder, arms locked or holding hands, facing each other, grasping elbows, maybe even touching foreheads. eye contact is a 50/50. if it’s high stakes primetime stuff, they’re probably shaking in each other’s arms while exchanging small words.
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it’s the runner up’s job to lose graciously, to show no disappointment for their loss, only delight for their opponent. i think there’s a romance to be found in that kind of performance-that-maybe-isn’t-a-performance.
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i’ve seen it happen right in front of me many times. you think she can’t really be happy to lose, can she? but she can betray nothing else at the risk of appearing jealous, immature, a sore loser.
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i’ve also lived it a few times: have been the runner up & found it natural to react happily for someone else winning, easy to brush off whatever excitement i might’ve felt at the prospect of winning. i was never disappointed to lose, but i would think, surely most other girls don’t feel this way. they must care to win & hate to lose. right?
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winners are meant to win graciously too, but they are permitted to be overjoyed & overwhelmed, to cry, to freeze up in shock or disbelief, let their composure slip, have their moment.
whether i won or lost, my first urge was always to comfort the other, & i saw this done by plenty of girls. i desperately didn’t want them to feel bad about losing, and equally didn’t want them to feel bad about me losing when they won.
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who is comforting who?
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felicitywilds · 8 months
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fathers day is just. so rough because nine really shouldn't bring rose back to the day her father died, but he does, twice. he knows how tempting time travel is to fix mistakes but he wants to indulge her in ways he can't indulge himself. because hes been there-- to the titanic, to krakatoa, trying to save people's lives, probably failing every time if him being at JFKs assassination is anything to go by. hes furious when she interferes, calls her names, walks out on her, but only because hes reminded of his own foolish attempts (and ultimate failures) to save the doomed.
but throughout all of that he still-- still-- does his best to find a way out without pete having to die again. he wants her to be able to succeed, wants to prove that someone can be saved in these scenarios. it really makes his "just this once, everybody lives" so much more impactful because at that point they're in the middle of an air raid in the middle of a world war, and by all time logic none of those people should have lived. but they did.
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fcthots · 8 months
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literally giggling and kicking my feet reading your blog when im supposed to be cleaning my room omgggg… jason is so 🤎🤎🤎
thinking abt him and gus being like. the same. and you pointing it out and jason is like all defensive and he’s like im NOT a cat. and you tease him and call him your little catboy and he pretends to get all grumpy.. yeah.
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My room is FILTHY rn bc I am too busy thinking ab Jason to clean. It’s fine. I don’t need to clean. I need to write.
Anyway
It started with a funny little fight over whether or not Jason and Gus were alike. It somehow got to making a bet where Jason will be forced to wear cat ears if he said bet. (What kind of bet is up to you. I’d love to hear opinions.)
He loses because you are the best at everything ever, obviously, also you may have worn short shorts to distract him, doesn’t matter.
Either way, Jason is being forced to add cat ears to his Red Hood helmet for the night. He isn’t happy about it, but you are. You’ll surprise him and wear the booty shorts when he gets home to make up for it, but in the meantime you get to taking pictures to make side by side images of him and Gus.
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urpaperboy · 2 months
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hey is this a safe space to say that i've had the idea about southern flowers for a while, I've just been too much of a coward to admit it because I genuinely thought rare pairs in this community would be frowned upon 🧍
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wattersons · 2 years
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YOOOOOO ‼️‼️‼️‼️
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Ive said this before and I'll say it again, the jianghu is a bunch of losers
For the obvious reasons but also
How do you see hot, evil aesthetic, red eyes, flowing robes, arrogant bad boy with a good heart, controlling corpses with a sleek flute WWX
And first thought you get is kill him??
Like?? Get some taste.
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morsvidet · 4 months
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Aisha what are you sayin?? Who let her listen to music???? And why was it Thot Shit??? (It was me, I let her listen to Thot Shit)
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glassedplanets · 2 years
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When you settle yourself again, you lay so that the bone of your mask guards his throat.  
redraw! once more i am asking you to do yourself a huge favor by reading @jojolightningfingers's fic take hold of the sun And Then You'll See. You'll All See
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whaledocboi · 1 month
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terrible attack dog son or female manipulator daughter
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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when Dabi realizes just how much he loves you, it scares him at first. it’s a new feeling really, foreign and unearthly to him. a strange phenomenon that makes his chest twist tighter than the knots you tie in his shoes when he’s too weak to do it himself, when he pushes past his physical limit.
as he lays beside you in bed, he takes the entirety of you in. the slope of your nose and the skin of your cheeks and the curve of your mouth and your gentle hands that pillow your head. he takes you in, unblinking form laying beside yours, all quiet breaths interrupted by your rumbling snores.
he wonders if he should burn everything you’ve built with him to the ground. literally and metaphorically, emotionally and verbally. it’s all he knows, the flames, the uncontrollable fear that enrages him. he’s never had a good thing stay this long in his life, and he wonders if you’re up to no good inside that pretty little head of yours.
all he knows is destruction and chaos, but you’re something new. something mellow that cools off the flames and bandaids the scars and kisses the healing wounds. he’s not used to the comfort, to the easy, to the love, to the acceptance, to the—the you. he’s used to fucking shit up when it gets too good, but he’s not sure he can handle seeing the aftermath of watching you patch your skin together again and staple your wallpaper back up after he’s melted it from its foundation
so he thinks he’ll stay, for now at least. wait for the catastrophe, the explosion that always becomes of him wherever he goes. he’ll be prepared for it this time, he tells himself as he finally closes his eyes, knocking your shoulder once to wake you.
“Stop your damn snoring. Can’t get a lick of sleep.” He tells you, voice rough and ragged in his throat. but you don’t bite at him like he expects you to, hopes you do. you only blink sleepily at him before you smile, scooting closer until you make yourself small against his front, hands grasping the front of his baggy sleep shirt in your fists.
“Sorry. Love you.” You say, so gentle, it almost makes Dabi ache. why can’t you match his flame? why won’t your love for him flicker away like a dwindling candle? why do you keep loving him?
“Love you too. Now go the hell back to sleep.” He whispers, voice suddenly thick. you only giggle, a raspy little sound as you whisper back an okay, before drifting off again. And even though he complains about it, Dabi can’t fall asleep until your snores start up again. Then, he knows it’s safe to sleep. Then, he knows you’re there with him. Then, he knows that he has you and can hold you and maybe let you in just a little bit closer.
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