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amalkavian · 1 month
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every time someone follows me and they're a super cool blog (to my eyes) i thank them in silence for following this dumpster fire
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our-destiny · 2 years
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Okay but like, imagine just a soft 🧼wholesome bubble bath with MonSolo☁️. Maybe he wizards up the bubble or maybe you guys enjoy a normal one together, making it feel more human then he has felt in a long time...just a thought for the writers block.
Okay, this is so cute 😭 i love him sm <3
☆ Having a Bubble Bath with Solomon ☆
Washing each other's hair and bodies (if you're comfortable with that, he'd never want to force you <3). Being nice and gentle with him, he hasn't felt the love of another human in so long and the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp soothes him to no end. The way he gets into every crevace, scrubbing down your body with so much love and adoration. Being happy that you met each other, that all the centuries of pain that being immortal brings, it was all worth it to be with you. He'd do it a thousand times over again if it means he got to see you laughing at him after you gave him a beard made out of bubbles and called him Santa Claus. And you two make an absolute mess of the bathroom, water gets splashed everywhere and bubbles somehow land on the ceiling. And one of you definitely ends up eating the soap at one point. I like the thought that because he's immortal Sol just does stupid shit. He eats things that are inedible because they look appetising, without a care in the world. So he eats the soap. Nom Nom. He's okay though :)
Afterwards, you take a towel and just go ham on his hair, shaking all the water off, making the walls even more wet than they already were, you pat each other down with a fluffy towel, and just appreciate the present moment <3
An: I forgot to post this sooner, sorry about that. I also did not know how to end this so it's a little rushed, but I had fun writing this :] <3
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coldbycrossfade · 5 months
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MAN THAT REALLY COLORS THIS RESPONSE IN THIS CONVERSATION SO DIFFERENTLY FOR ME
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chaosgenasi · 9 months
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I’ve had a life. I think a lot of us here have had a life. And I can count the really good days practically on two hands.
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gulducock · 2 years
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look at this pic i found on twitter
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gummi-ships · 3 months
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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - The World That Never Was
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karkatbug · 6 months
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@davekatweek Day 7: Beginnings
oh my god they were roommates
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jovenshires · 3 months
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TOP TEN SMOSH DYNAMICS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS
→ 5: anthony & ian
" ian is kind of like the sun. where he’s just casting all these ideas, and i feel like i’m a magnifying glass that focuses and moves to create that fire. "
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pixlokita · 3 months
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I feel like ? I gotta remind people it’s ok to unfollow a blog when it upsets you in any way >> like if I ever do that sure, you can let me know if it was anything I did personally I’d appreciate it but if you just don’t enjoy something it’s ok to unfollow ;w; can’t stress enough how important it is to put your mental health first 👌
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inkskinned · 1 year
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it is all love.
sometimes you will see something saying what if it is all worth it or it gets better, doesn't it and in the little heart of you - you feel a darkness.
was it love, the way i was hurt? some things don't have a lesson in them. no silver lining. they were bad things, and they shouldn't have happened. i'm sorry they did. i am sorry they warp the space they hold in you. we tightrope walk around an ever-present grave. we carry that ache for so long it becomes smooth, overworn. i worry that i'll bore my therapist - despite all of my attempts, the pain persists the same, as sharp as it always was.
but it was all love.
every ugly moment after. every bad night. every time you drank too much and cried on the bathroom floor. every time you threw up from anxiety, every time you panicked in the grocery store. everything you ruined, and everything you walked away from.
some small part of you loved you enough. made you get up. made you wash your face and clean your teeth and call home. made you try again, even from the bottom. even when you were so tired of it; of restarting, of having to do-it-all-again. some part of you reached out. some part of you reached up. even there, in the bad spot - you somehow got up.
love will so rarely be big. it will so rarely be a moment like a dawn. love is shy, i think. she keeps her hands in front of her cheeks. she waits to peek out. and if you're not looking, she will look - normal.
but it will all be love. the way you pour yourself a glass of water. the little rabbit outside your window. your friend pushing your hair behind your ear. the way your dog greets you at the door. "put on a seatbelt". "text me when you get home safe". "oh, i started watching that show you love." "have you been okay?" "let's go for a walk" "whatcha doin?" "what should i make for dinner?"
oh, my life is so different these days. i don't have a partner. i call my friends a lot. i keep falling in love with the little tender moments; the glittering ones. you know, the bird in a puddle and the shush of a newly-lit candle. the movie-moments.
i am also learning to love the ugly. every moment i spent belly-flat to the floor, anxious and panting. every hour i stared at nothing, losing time to my adhd. every missed opportunity and bad memory. i am not doing well. i am spiralling.
but somewhere in there, while i am reduced to ashes. some part of me is an ever-burning ember. her little thankless job, her shy and croaking voice. she holds me to my body. she doesn't let me go. stay, she whispers. out of love. my love. wherever it goes.
some of the bad things that happened to me will always be bad. they did not make me a better person. they made me worse. i only learned what i can endure. and i did endure it. and love wasn't just the perfumed moments. love was just ... staying. while it's ugly and hard and horrible. love was just saying:
okay. i will keep trying. keep going. i owe it to the version of myself who brought me here. i owe it to my future. i owe it to the small loves i have found since - the music and the new recipes and the new books and the new hobbies. i owe it to myself to wait for the next best thing. this wall we have hit - love says keep walking. maybe one day we will find a door.
always, always: just one try more.
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imdeadtiredtm · 2 months
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Forever and eternally pissed that Hazbin Hotel didn't play with the fact that its musical. They were so close giving us gold you have no idea. It would be unspeakably fascinating if Hell operates in a musical genre, but earth and heaven dosen't.
That, yes, there's the gore and that dazzling, sick, neon filth. There's sex, greed, and a violence so great that the city functions like a festering, bleeding wound in all its concrete glory. But there goes that swell of the violin, some ivory gleam of the piano keys, that street musician sleaze - and before you know it, there's music in the gutters.
The music isint always necessary good, granted, on a technical level. Hell's people aren't automatically made into artisans of rhythm, the sound sure as hell ain't clean. Grace isint the point, but miracle of miracles, its always got soul. That even in turf wars, conflect, and corruption, singing at each other is still, in a way, singing to each other.
Point is, Heaven is...quiet. Heaven's laws don't operate in a musical universe, its was never even entertained as a possibility. A weight to all that absence, an uncomfortable blankness that can't be shook loose.
That the undeniable fact is: Hells sings, and Heaven echos.
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kyouka-supremacy · 5 months
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One thing I keep thinking about is how the pm's front company is literally called “Mori Corporation”. Like yeah sure, let's put the actual name of our evil boss, most likely the most wanted person in the entire Yokohama, as the title of our not-shady-at-all perfectly-subtle black-themed industry. What could ever go wrong
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citrinesparkles · 8 months
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cold hands
jason todd x gender neutral reader. 789 words. notes: i started this in december i swear it was seasonally appropriate at the time warnings: n/a
he scooped your hands into his own, cupping them together and bringing them to his face smoothly.
he caught your eye with a small smirk. you knew him well enough to know he wasn't really smug- he was looking for your reaction, a silent is this okay wrapped up in his confident expression. the large, colorful lights strung across the shop front you had stopped in front of were reflected in his eyes, but he was focused entirely on you.
you slipped your thumb out of his hold and ran it over his own.
jason took it for the invitation it was and exhaled heavily over your frigid fingers, looking down to them.
you, though? you kept your gaze right where it was.
he was beautiful, you thought. a strong jaw and handful of faded scars were contrasted by the softness of his eyes, his red (garnet, you remembered him saying with a little self-aware grin, not red- that was a work color, and you weren't work) knit hat bringing out the green in them. he was bathed in an orangey-pink from the décor behind you, and you almost wanted to pull a hand back to take a picture.
almost.
"i'm buying you some damn gloves," he muttered without heat, laughter buried in his tone as he gently massaged your fingers.
"and put my personal hand warmer out of a job?"
"he's creative. he'll find another one."
you let out a small huff of laughter, the sound turning to fog between the two of you. you pulled your hands out of his grasp- earning a raised eyebrow- and pushed forward to take hold of the front of his jacket, gently pulling him into kissing range.
as always, he adapted almost instantly. "see?" he asked quietly, his palms finding your hips. "a new job opened up pretty quick."
"shut up," you mumbled fondly, pressing your lips to his.
the warmth in your chest absolutely erupted, the sweet, familiar feeling of his lips- of his presence- making your heart and mind go the same sugar-sweet shade of pink.
"i love you," you pulled back to whisper firmly, grip tightening on his jacket just to give some of the oomph in your veins somewhere to go.
you felt his chuckle under your fists and against your lips, like the bassline of your favorite song with the dial all the way up, rattling through the floor and into your ribs and threatening to turn you giddy. "i think that means i'm doing alright at my new job."
"you're doing wonderfully at your new job."
not much would be worth opening your eyes from such a spell, but you found that his smile made the list: crooked and fond and beautiful and somehow it was aimed at you.
"think i can clock in for another shift?" he asked lowly, playfully, sending another wave of butterflies through your system. they left quickly, replaced by a feeling of belonging, of home, of peace.
"yes," you answered simply, trying (and failing, judging by his little laugh) to keep your eagerness under control. "you should."
so he kissed you again, holding you close. sheltering you from the chill of gotham in the dead of winter. reflecting warm lights onto you and chasing shadows away. turning every beautiful, poetic thought you'd ever had about him into something literal and visible and tangible and not having a single clue.
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so he kissed you again, basking in the affection in your eyes and letting it warm him straight to his bones. begging his mind to save the image of you bathed in orange and pink and magic, looking at him like he was even close to that kind of beautiful, tugging him towards you like there was nowhere else on the planet you'd rather he be.
and he tried to hold you as softly as you deserved, bringing a hand up to cup your jaw and tilt your head slightly and cherishing the way you immediately, confidently leaned into his touch like you trusted him to keep you upright.
it felt like someone cracked a glowstick where his heart should be.
no- that was too vivid, too harsh. this was like a candle, warm and steady and breathing and alive. this was something to look to in the dim and the dreary, something by which he could read; something to warm his hands over, something to turn to when the storms rolled through and the power failed and left him in the dark.
you were something to turn to in the dark.
he decided, then and there, pressed against your coat and your lips and your warmth, that you were getting the nicest gloves he could get his hands on.
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okay so when i was very new to the pjo fandom i had alot of thoughts about being queer and being a half blood, so heres an old rant of mine edited a bit (alot) to be semi coherent and postable!
Being a half blood is by definition queer, not normal. Half bloods are unable to fit in with mortals, they're too different, too strange. Yet, they're able to find community at camp half blood, a place with others like them, others just as weird and different. I think this is something that resonates with alot of queer people, it's at the very least something alot of us have dreamed of or experienced something similar to.
Another thing that I think is worth mentioning is how we see, especially with Annabeth talking about her family–mortals sometimes almost demonizing half bloods, treating them as dangerous. Once again, in a way this speaks to alot of queer people. Being treated as dangerous for something you can not control, something that's just simply a part of who you are, the way you were born.
I think it might be worth mentioning how it's nearly impossible for a god to be cishet? Especially alot of the greek gods were as queer as can be. Humanity feels the need to fit themselves into boxes gods have no need for, half bloods i think fit right in the middle of that which i think might be a little reminiscent of how queer people are shoved into boxes that shouldn't exist by others around them.
I have no idea how to segue properly SO, MY FINAL POINT: The concept of being a half blood is something that i think speaks to alot of people, as a half blood you don't fit in, as a queer person you don't fit in; yet as either there are other's like you, a community that will welcome you with open arms.
tagging some people who might be interested: @agentwaffle @a-wondering-thought (i know you two want to see this) @genderfluidsgetguns @ssavinggrace (i just want you two to see this)
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imdamagecontrol · 8 months
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july 31 - final. 756 words. @jegulus-microfic.
The first time they meet is at a crossroads.
There is a boy who stands in the middle of the road. His hair is black as the night sky, his eyes gray as stone. Pale skin and a dusting of freckles on his nose. He’s wild-eyed and frantic, wants to make a deal to save his brother from sickness, and begs—my soul for his.
James isn’t surprised by this. It’s only the desperate and dying that make deals with devils.
The boy says his name is Regulus, and James thinks his soul is the most beautiful he’s ever seen. He doesn’t hesitate to take it, to claim it. Smiles when he crooks a finger under Regulus’ chin and kisses him, seals the deal.
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The second time they meet is one hundred years later.
Regulus is young again, and his soul is still warm. A burning star in his chest that James sees and knows. Loves, even.
James has been waiting. Watching. One hundred years is the blink of an eye when you have eternity before and behind you. He was meant to claim Regulus, to bring his soul into the pit and let it rot.
But it’s too beautiful, and James is so weak for beautiful things. So he lets it live, lets it try again, and when he sees Regulus, he approaches him with a tentative smile, says, Hello, love, it’s nice to meet you, and they fall in love over a lifetime.
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The third time they meet, James is already in love. Has been in love for two hundred years. He sees Regulus buying apples from a vendor and doesn’t hesitate. I know you, he wants to say. I’ve seen your soul and it’s seen mine.
We were in love once.
This time, it isn’t so easy. Regulus is married, and he resists. But his soul belongs to James, and in the end, so does he.
He says it in the quiet of a shabby inn. James kisses a line down his spine, licks at the vertebrae and counts each one, and when he reaches the dimples at Regulus’ lower back—there in every lifetime, James has realized—Regulus says, I belong to you, and James replies,
You always have and always will.
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Between the third and fourth time, James is in agony. His chest yawns, cavernous and aching, but Regulus hasn’t come back yet. His soul bides its time, and James wishes he’d been selfish. He should’ve kept it closer, kept it with him. But he didn’t, and so he waits.
Yearns.
But Regulus always comes back to him, in the end.
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I’m named after a star, you know.
I know, love. You burn so bright. Nothing else would suit you.
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It’s as the years stretch and James waits that he finds himself looking up to the sky. He has never been so envious of the heavens for their proximity to the stars.
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The fourth and final time they meet, James has waited four hundred years and he’s tired. Has searched heaven and hell and all of earth for a burning soul. He’s decided if he finds Regulus again, this will be the last time. He will take his soul and bring it home, and James will follow it down.
James finds him—finally—on a busy street in New York City. It’s 1972, and the world is so different but Regulus is the same. Black curls and gray eyes and freckles James has never forgotten.
He has spent so long alone; he has no more self-control. “Hello, love,” he says, and it takes Regulus by surprise.
“Do I know you?”
“No, but I saw you over there and I wanted you to know I think you’re beautiful.”
Regulus’ smile is shy, a little tentative, but James knows his soul. Sees it burn, bright and bold. Hello again. “Oh. Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
James’ heart trips and stumbles. “Do you want to get coffee with me?”
“Are you asking me on a date?”
“Would you say yes if I was?”
Regulus cocks his head. “I think so. What’s your name? I’m Regulus, by the way. Weird, I know. I’m named after—”
“A star,” James finishes, and he delights in the laugh that bursts forth. Has ached for it for so long he nearly forgot the sound. “I’m James.”
“That’s a nice name. James.”
A taste, just a bite.
More. Eat more.
Devour me whole and leave nothing left.
“Well, James. Know any good coffee spots?”
And this lifetime, the final one, is James’ favorite.
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Going slightly insane so I started doing my own TMAGP flowchart. Please let me know in case I forgot something, I was staring at this for 4 hours straight and forgot to eat and drink.
Edit: there's a link to a Google drive file in the image which gets updated as I edit the flowchart
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