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#my word to you is: no ❤️
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genuinely and honestly I know I cannot solve all of the problems of the world etc but my friends who live in my phone please know that when you are having the horrors I am telepathically sending you a bowl of warm soup, a mug of hot cocoa, a cozy blanket, and a hug (if you want one) with my brain
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andrewminyardslawyer · 11 months
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Jamie dyslexic, flappy hands, jumping up and down, i don't know I don't know I don't know, tiny shorts, comfortable clothing, hands in shirt/sleeves, dissociation depression anxiety, tongue thing, not picking up on social cues, can't sit "normally" (curled up on the bench, sitting on the floor, etc), explains his feelings in ways a lot of people think are funny or weird but are actually very accurate and the only way he knows how to describe them, needs to be constantly fidgeting and moving around chewing on hoodie string messing with his mom's pant leg, exaggerated facial expressions, sensory issues Tartt, my beloved
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gentlebeard · 1 month
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If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again
For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube
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deanjohn · 8 months
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Jenny Holzer / Daedalus and Icarus, Orazio Riminaldi / Sylvia Plath
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kuuwo · 11 months
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Height doesn’t exists between them
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emmyrosee · 2 years
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Kiyoomi loves holding his daughter’s tiny hand.
Walking her to school, he loves that she squeezes two of his thick fingers with her whole fist when she’s ready to leave. In the grocery store, he’s got his hand clasped around hers protectively, the other holding the list you made him- she’s holding a list of her own, just to be like him.
After a jackals game, she wants to say hello to her second favorite uncles- that first spot is reserved for Komori, thankfully- and Kiyoomi keeps the tightest grip on her little hand while she tugs and pulls him towards Bokuto with all her might.
But despite this, there’s a pattern within the handholding that only those with the most keen eye can notice; So far, only Hinata has said something even remotely about it. Kiyoomi’s not even sure if you notice it, despite the frequency.
Holding his baby’s hand is his favorite thing in the world, yes- but only in his right hand.
The left hand is reserved for you, and you alone. He doesn’t tell you anything about it, you’d tease him relentlessly for it, but he feels relaxed when your wedding rings slip over each other when you lace your fingers with his. He smiles cheekily at you when he brings your knuckles up to kiss them, favoring the ring finger.
Maybe it’s just an obsession with your wedding ring above all else, his favorite symbol of everlasting love and a life with you, and he’s fine to not have the use of his hands when you’re out and about, his child on his right hip and your hand tightly woven with his left. If she’s in the middle, her left hand resides in his right, leaving his palm open in case you ever do decide to hold his hand instead of hers.
Whatever the circumstance, all he can do is thank whatever gods listened for his two favorite people to occupy both sides of him.
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daffi-990 · 1 month
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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️
Tagged by @diazsdimples @giddyupbuck and @wikiangela. Thank you lovelies mwah 😘
Have a little something from LA Lonely -> this is after the fun and orgasms of Buck and Eddie’s hook up. Still don’t know if I’m going to go full spice 🌶️ or just do a quick little run down of things.
Prev snippet & mood board here
Buck expects him to start pulling his clothes on and to give him the whole “this was fun, but I gotta bounce” speel, but Eddie surprises him by climbing back into bed and nudging Buck to roll onto his side so Eddie can scoot up behind him and hold him.
Buck freezes for a moment because no one does this. They have their fun and then they leave. They don’t stay and they definitely don’t cuddle.
Eddie must feel him go tense because his hold loosens and he moves as if he’s about to pull away. “Is this okay?”
Buck grabs at the arms that are wrapped around him, stopping Eddie’s descent. “Y-yeah. It’s-it’s okay.” He pulls at Eddie’s arms and the man settles back behind him, burrowing his face into the juncture where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder as he shuffles closer.
Soft kisses are pressed into his skin and Buck is helpless but to relax back into Eddie, letting the comfort and warmth of whatever is happening wrap around him.
“Stay?” He whispers, not sure if Eddie can hear him but not being brave enough to say it any louder. He feels like he’s asking too much.
A kiss behind his ear. “Okay.”
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themissingmango · 8 months
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Top Gun: Maverick Landscapes Part II x x
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its-de · 1 month
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There's something i need to point outt 😗
There's a difference between hate and fear. Why am i saying that you ask?
Because i keep seeing rafayel "hates" cats, which is understandable because he literally said it dramatically in the main story, but he said that because he's unwilling to admit his fear
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And after getting too deep into his character and reading one of his memories, i don't think it is really hate, it's more like ailurophobia aka fear of cats, and as a person who knows *someone who struggled with this fear and overcame it* IRL, this fear mostly comes from something like a traumatic incident or something similar that creates this anxiety and fear, it can be overcame when working on it.
Ofc everyone is different but my point isss he is ailurophobic, and he overcame that fear later when he got along with mc
He went to the cafe to play the kitty cards game *and duh cats are everywhere in that cafe*
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Plus this card with the stray cat that was left by mc at his place, he was so chill about the cat and got a little upset when they parted ways because the cat got adopted.
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greelin · 8 months
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(about to pass out from blood loss) That’s great man
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perplexingluciddreams · 2 months
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sometimes see a mutual post and wish that double tapping over and over and over actually showed up in their notifications, cause just want to show all the LOVE i have ❤️❤️❤️
(this goes for any post actually, just feel it especially for mutuals)
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cedobols · 11 months
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I have a silly request/idea but before I say it, I just wanna tell you that your blog rocks my world. Your Martian art is scrumptious nom nom nom nom it is so wonderful and I smile every time it pops up on my feed ‼️💝🩷
Okay so: the "ah yes, my girlfriend and her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep" prompt but with Seb and Mark and Seb's 500 dollar five foot cinnamonroll plush.
xoxoxo love ur work 💕
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skyloftian-nutcase · 12 hours
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*sneaks in,
Gives you this*
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*runs away*
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WKQIWGEOFFHDKAOQHDLFISHALAHQFKCU
I—YOU—
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
Dude you went SO HARD on this like I—THIS IS AMAZING????? I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL WEEK
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oakskull · 1 year
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Read L -> R
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strawhatboy · 1 year
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you were an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. the collision of stars that slammed into us hard and sent our neat little world plummeting into the ocean. we never expected it to be you, you know? but it is you. It's all you. and now there's no looking back.
happy birthday captain! monkey d. luffy 05.05 🩷
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eclairfair98 · 4 months
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“Oh, but you see, Kazansky,” the boy looks down at him and smiles. Engulfed by the honey-gold haze of a sharp summer sun, the sweetest, most reckless thing he’s ever seen. “I am dangerous!”
And there’s something about that smile, guilelessly fluttering across his flushed face like a hummingbird taking flight, that digs into Tom’s chest like the gentlest of knives. Cleaves its way between his ribs.
Fills his heart with light.
It’s strange, how quickly it all happens. How startlingly unremarkable it really is. How Tom takes a deep breath, lets the faint wisps of warm vanilla sugar trickle down his too-dry throat, closes his eyes, and just knows: he might’ve entered this quaint house in the middle of nowhere with a firm plan in mind to destroy any chances his father had of securing a betrothal (even if that meant stooping low-enough to make a thirteen-year-old cry) but hurting Pete Mitchell in any shape or form, wouldn’t sit right with his conscience.
Knows that there’s no reason why Mrs Mitchell should be so intent on finding her son a match at such short notice, especially when he’s so young. (Especially when she doesn’t seem like one of those parents that unfortunately, aren’t all that uncommon in the Navy: who think their omega children have little value beyond the connections they can help forge via bonding and marriage.)
Recognizes dire straits when they’re staring him in the face: the thinly-veiled distress in Mrs Mitchell’s dull green eyes; the worn dress shirt that’s almost two sizes too big for Pete — that he was probably supposed to grow into several months ago, but never did; the stale scent of grief and pain that clings to even the most carefully-polished surface of their home.
Finds himself thinking that maybe, it isn’t all that strange. Maybe, he could spend the rest of his life with this boy. Finding out what makes him smile. What makes him laugh. What is his favorite dream to dream.
In the end, it all comes down to this: Sometimes, you meet a person and it feels like you’ve known them your entire life. A quiet sense of belonging settles in your bones, and you realize you’d do anything to keep them happy and secure.
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