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willbyersabyss · 1 year

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byler fights are always gay as hell but both of them are too focused on hiding their gayness that they don’t notice the other did something gay

#OPEN YOUR EYES #byler

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cryobabyy · 8 days

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Respectfully, if my boyfriend has to think about his lady-coworker to calm down from a panic attack because thinking about me made it worse I would simply kill myself!!!

#The ppl saying he was thinking of her platonically are so funny #media literacy is dead #Cause how yall not see that???#The love song that starts to play when he thinks of Syd???#OPEN YOUR EYES #SYDCARMY #carmy x sydney #the bear fx

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lisbeth-kk · 4 days

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Sherlock fandom

The Greatest Gift

Sherlock still remembers the day like it was yesterday. The sixth day of July. He turned seven and a half years that day. And every birthday gift up until then had never come close to this marvellous surprise.

“Open your eyes, darling,” Mummy said, her voice filled with restrained excitement.

He did as she asked, but slow because he didn’t know what awaited him when his eyes were wide open. How could he have predicted that his life would change forever after that moment. He wonders if his parents knew all those years ago, that they literally gifted him his first best friend.

Sherlock opened his eyes and on the floor in front of him was a basket. Inside the basket was a dog. A living breathing dog. His dog he realised after a while. When those chocolate-brown eyes met his, Sherlock zoomed out anything but the puppy who struggled to get out of his prison.

His fur was wavy and some places curly. The colour of it was auburn. An Irish Setter.

“What will you call him?” Father prompted.

Sherlock startled, having been totally engrossed in watching the dog’s pathetic tries to get his small frame over the top of the basket.

“I get to name him?” Sherlock asked incredulously.

“Of course, Sherlock. It’s your dog,” Father told him.

“Do you like him?” his mother coaxed.

By the tone of her voice, Sherlock discerned that it wasn’t the first time she had asked the question.

“Yes,” Sherlock whispered.

“You can pick him up, you know,” his father said mirthfully. “It’s clear that he won’t be able to get out of there by himself.”

Careful, so he didn’t frighten the animal, Sherlock sat on his knees and leaned over the basket to lift the dog up. Seconds after an eager tongue licked his face and Sherlock giggled.

“It tickles!” he exclaimed.

His parents chuckled and told him he had to train the dog to obey, to teach him what was allowed and what wasn’t.

“In due course. Today you can play all you want with him,” Father assured him when Sherlock looked sceptically at his parents by the mentioning of rules.

Every morning after that, when Sherlock opened his eyes to a new day, Redbeard was there, ready to follow him wherever the day would take them. They became inseparable and Redbeard was quite obedient and didn’t need all the training and commanding his parents had mentioned. The dog was happy to follow Sherlock everywhere and if his master told him no, Redbeard refrained from doing whatever shenanigans he’d been up to at the time.

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“Open your eyes, love,” John whispers.

Sherlock gets a sudden flashback to a certain July day almost six decades ago. Just like then, he opens his eyes slowly, and just like then he’s gobsmacked by what awaits him. At his feet, in their Sussex cottage, is a basket with an English Cocker Spaniel, red in colour, inside, looking expectantly up at Sherlock.

“John.”

It’s all Sherlock’s capable of uttering. In a fluid motion, unsuitable for his age, Sherlock seats himself on the floor beside the basket and stretches out his arms. The puppy comes eagerly and just like Redbeard did all those years ago, licks Sherlock’s face with fervour.

“Easy, my sweet,” Sherlock coos burying his hands in the soft and curly fur.

He looks over at his husband who’s seated himself beside Sherlock, with a bit more effort.

“The kiss will have to wait, I’m afraid,” Sherlock says, his face still damp from the greeting.

John chuckles.

“You always make it up to me. Do you like her?”

“Oh, yes, John. She’s adorable. How did you keep this a secret?”

“A puzzle you can figure out later, my heart,” John teases. “What will you name her?”

“Hudders, would be appropriate, but I’m afraid our former landlady’s ghost would hunt me for eternity if I did. Hm…how about Queenie?”

“Perfect,” John agrees. “One drama queen and one…what role would she…”

“John!” Sherlock exclaims affronted, which makes the puppy bark.

“Ah, I see…she’ll be your protector,” John quips.

“Mm. I guess one more couldn’t hurt,” Sherlock ponders.

“Agreed,” John says emphatically. “Now, let’s get up and you can wash that beautiful face of yours so I can get that kiss you promised me.”

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#flash fiction friday #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock fanfic #FFF249 #open your eyes

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zoideramy · 1 year

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Always, I wanna be with you

And make believe with you

And live in harmony, harmony

Oooooh love!

Always~🎶

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kwyw · 7 months

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Yet swifties will still swear up and down that this would neeeeever be PR because they couldn’t possibly need it.

Do they need it? No, not really. Do they want it? Uh, DUH.

#I mean come on people #open your eyes #gaylor swift #the pr of it all

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silverpotions · 9 months

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Tonight my bestie told me “He broke your heart to fix your vision”.. and that shit hit me real hard.

#closure #let it go #self worth #writers on tumblr #raw truth #in the feels #relationship #heartbreak #heartache #open your eyes

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itsmoonpeaches · 3 days

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Title: Long Live the King

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Heroes of Olympus

Rating: T

Word count: 1,012

Summary: Annabeth does not expect the god that appears after her prayers to Poseidon.

Also available on ao3.

Flames cracked against the walls of the tin can creating a miniature campfire. Orange embers broke through the darkness and illuminated the damp sands below. The sea thrashed against the shore, churning, yet forcing restraint. The waters had continued this dance for months.

Annabeth could hear the growling of the monsters stored in the forest and beyond that the sounds of her fellow campers trotting around Camp Half-Blood preparing for bed.

Her hearing had always been good, and her instincts were always hypersensitive. But, as her head pounded, as she glanced up at the near starless sky, as she clutched at the s’more in her hand, she wished that she could turn it all off. Perhaps, pause her racing thoughts and the way she twitched for her knife.

She did not have that power.

Annabeth let out a breath, and she watched the puff rise from her mouth upon the coattails of this summer night’s cool humidity.

She dropped the s’more into the can. The fire hesitated under its weight. Then it smoked, wisps spiraling into the air around a treat she would miss.

When she spoke next, she did not pray to her mother.

“Lord Poseidon,” she whispered. The graham crackers snapped in half. “The Argo II is ready. Tomorrow is the day. We finally know where Percy is.” Her now empty hand reached for the red coral that hung around her neck along with the clay beads that shared the leather string. She was a veteran. She knew what was at stake. “I will find him.”

Annabeth lay on the beach. Her bare feet dug into the sand and grains filled the spaces between her toes.

She drifted to sleep listening to the rhythmic beats of the waves along Long Island Sound.

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A voice that belonged to someone unrecognizable rang in Annabeth’s ears with a terrifying quality. Like thunder roiling beneath the surface of a dank cave and echoing from a hundred fissures at once.

“Open your eyes.”

Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Do it, insolent girl!”

Suddenly, she was drenched. Saltwater entered her nostrils, choked her breath, grappled with her limbs, and dragged.

It was only then that she decided to obey. But in that horrid moment, she found herself being yanked into the black ocean. The shore was long gone, and the hope of moonlight drained away as did the color of her skin.

Bubbles released from her throat. Her eyes burned, and then the strands of her hair came loose till it was a liability to whatever vision she had left.

She struggled to swim against the riptide that pushed her down to no avail.

She was trapped, left wanting for oxygen.

And then.

“Breathe now if you know what is good for you,” the voice commanded.

She did not dare delay. Against her better judgment, she opened her mouth and breathed. And against logic, what met her was not water drowning her but fresh air.

In a moment of clarity, her feet alighted on the bottom of the ocean, and the darkness abated just enough. She should have been crushed by tons of water, but for some reason, she remained unharmed.

Creatures scuttled along the sand, many of which she could not identify within the shadowy depths. Broken shells and broken glass bottles pocked the floor. An eel whipped past her.

A figure appeared. It was a creature with the upper half of a man and the bottom half of a dual-tailed fish. However, he radiated more power than she guessed a mere subject of the seas would. His green skin shared the hue of seaweed, and he held a conch in his hand.

“I should warn you,” stated the being. His words were melodic, like a cresting wave. He sounded different from the voice. “There are not many things my father wants that he cannot obtain himself,” he explained. “Yet now he is being denied. That is a dangerous thing.”

“Lord Triton,” said Annabeth.

“Indeed,” Triton agreed. The iridescent scales on his tails flicked with the water’s ebbing light. “Unlike my esteemed father and mother, I do not have the pleasure of retaining a Roman form. That fool Apollo and I share that fortune.”

“You didn’t call me here.”

“An astute observation,” he scoffed. “I am the Herald of the Sea after all. And the sea will not be tempted to follow all the land’s rules.” He lifted his conch to his lips and sounded the horn.

The waters rumbled. Ripples resounded from their area outward, and the floor swirled.

Triton smirked. With a final wave, he vanished in a cloud of bubbles and seafoam.

From the sands rose a magnificent figure the size of a building. Molded from the seabed and dark stone trenches came the great form of a man.

What Annabeth saw before her was no ethereal being, but a beast. A god.

Eyes made of hurricanes observed her, and she could see in them the ocean warring with itself. With every blink, she heard sailors begging for their lives before storms took them, and with every shudder from his trident, a ship slammed into jagged rocks and shattered.

He was crowned with bleached coral. His body was water, and his beard a great squid’s tentacles entwined with lost treasures.

“Well, Annabeth Chase,” said the god from his throne melded together from the wreckage of Spanish galleons and shards of imploded submarines. “You offered me a promise.”

She looked at him with trembling hands. Behind him, the hull of a cargo ship sank. Bodies trailed along her, and the screams of dying men ceased in the madness of the sea.

Annabeth had not met this god before.

When he grinned, his teeth were sharper than a shark’s, and barnacles sprouted between them. The red blood of the sacrifices that the Romans had made in fear of him whirled through his insides. The ruins of an old pirate ship splattered in his stomach along with the bones of its captain.

Neptune clenched the arms of his throne. “Return my son to me.”

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #flash fiction friday #poseidon #annabeth chase #triton #itsmoonpeaches fanfic #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #i would be lying if i didn't add that this was inspired by black sails and flint's anger #hilarious that the gif i chose is also from black sails #fff249 #open your eyes

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news4dzhozhar · 9 days

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So far Israel has bombed in Syria, Lebanon, Jordan and now Yemen (and of course all areas of Palestine) but still claim to be the victim. It's even more sickening when Western countries and media repeat these asinine lies with a straight face.

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sanrioangelkitty · 9 months

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#anarchy #trans anarchy #anarchism #revolution #open your eyes #f the government #Down with the government #we will rise up

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i-amusemyself · 3 months

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one of the few joys left in this late capitalist hellscape is escapism in media and TV execs are just intent on extinguishing that too.

like i fully just dont wanna watch anything new anymore bc chances are im gonna get left with half a story.

#ofmd #ofmd cancellation #the society #1899 #dear edward #let the right one in #the OA #the midnight club #sense8 #the imperfects #paper girls #archive 81 #open your eyes #capitalism #fuck hbo #fuck netflix

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rantsaboutlife · 5 months

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Looking at all the socials,

In Israel, you say you live in fear, BUT when I see your posts on social media, you are eating out, drinking with friends, partying and celebrating thanksgiving and Xmas etc. Even traveling and even having Americans visit you.

(Note: don’t believe me? Look at James Maslow’s Insta, he went there this weekend during thanksgiving (trying out food), Nathanial Buzolic (Nate Buzz) is always visiting there…)

Another note: someone online pointed out to me that someone showed clips of a ‘free Palestine’ with people living life: I don’t believe that they’re free and living life. Those are literal video’s of 3 seconds. Anything can happen after those screen captures.

Meanwhile, Palestinians can’t. They have no homes to take shelter, it’s getting colder, they have no time for celebrations. They have no food, water or anything. They can’t travel, they can’t run.

They can’t even collect rainwater because it’s ‘property of Israel’

Now tell me, if you know this and see this on socials, who is really the victim of war? Who are the real people being oppressed?

Let me give you a hint: not Isreal. Not people out partying and celebrating feasts.

Celebrities, if you can visit Israel to ‘see’ it with your own eyes. WAKE TF UP. If they were being attacked left and right, you wouldn’t even get to travel there. Airlines wouldn’t allow that.

Yes, it was tragic what happened on October 7th. But wake up. Palestinians have been getting killed since before all this happened. Plenty of news articles from the 2000s and the 2010s.

Another thing: most hostages of Hamas say they’ve been treated well, got food and water. They were being treated like humans.

Look at the hostages Israel got: they’ve been treated like animals. Or even less than.

I’d like to stand on the right side of history. We all have seen/heard and read history and we know who ended up on the right side. So open your eyes and see.

IDF is as bad as the Nazi’s at this point.

Note: even Holocaust survivors stand with Palestina!!

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jackie0lantern · 9 months

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Do you know what really amazes me how many people take time out of their data Judge other people. It’s the Internet you don’t know these people in real life get over yourself so apparently we’re just going to address a fictional a.k.a. cartoon that’s probably gonna be 18 in the next movie and y’all are getting it wrong. He’s not 15. As a 16 year old, I know that half you people are minors to I get it you’re scared. I am terrified, knowing that this is going to last longer than it already needs to be! Get over yourselves let people right that’s the whole point of Tumblr if you don’t like it, get off it or just block the tag it’s not that deep in the point that I have to come on here because I keep waking up to some friends of mine, crying or other people, stating that they can’t write anymore because of people like you. The main reason I ever got on here was to tell people to stop all right have you ever felt the feeling that you’re not gonna be able to sleep knowing that a friend needs a shoulder to cry on? Needs to say they are minors to all they wanted to do was right about a character. They had a crush on that it’s probably a phase too, but no you guys just had to open your mouth and make my life even harder than it already is I just want to play my video games and not think about the future! It’s not that hard to ask and it’s not that hard to just look back on all of you did and say hey I’m kind of being a dick right now. Don’t bother flooding this with comments because he will get immediately blocked. I just want a good nights sleep it’s not that hard to ask and I definitely don’t wanna wake up to people crying about not being able to write anymore. Need to say my friends are. 13-15 I am the oldest I am 16 they look up to me and it’s not right that I have to download an app just to tell somebody off no tell an entire community off! Keep your damn comments to yourself it’s not physically hurting you if you don’t like it like I said before block the tag!!!

#atsv miles #miles morales x reader #miles morales smut #atsv #open your eyes #it’s not that deep #stop.

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girlfailuresrants · 2 months

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I FUCKING HATE the word situationship

What the fuck do you mean “situationship” NO NO NO FUCK??? If it’s not a REAL COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP (that you want) and you are still waiting for it???? GET A MOVE ON AND FIND IT SOMEWHERE ELSE THAT MAN DOESNT WANT YOU STAND UP

#this is so targeted #girlfailuresrants #girlfailuresworld talks #girlfailuresworld #im just a girl #in the world #bambi speaks #men whimpering #this is a girlblog #this is what makes us girls #female hysteria #femcel #coquette #stand up #THAT MAN DOESNT WANT YOU #open your eyes #HELLO???#know your worth #please it’s degrading

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