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#otp: i love you no matter what
lover-of-mine · 2 months
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Buddie Countdown to Season 7:
16 days.
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thesedarkcafedays · 2 years
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likeafairytale · 2 months
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(insp.)
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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 2 months
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But loving him was red Oh, red Burning red
Spane - Red (Taylor Swift)
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kittenbased · 1 year
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userlaylivia · 7 months
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@smudgedbypen, @forbescaroline
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breezypunk · 1 year
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No matter what, Goro's loyalties will always be put to the test. Stay true to Hanako and admit V doesn't have what it takes to run a business, or let his love for V make him run from everything he's ever known, either way it comes with a price.
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valentinesparda · 23 days
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me doing the marriage thing with noah is very funny because the only reason I got here is that I slowly crawled my way through the stages of feelings that I go through which is typically making fun of them -> saying I like them and playing around with the idea of shipping with them but doing so in a self-deprecating way e.g. I'm not worthy of being happy so I'll dance around the subject -> waiting a year or longer to finally feel comfortable with saying I like them and that my feelings are valid -> rearrange ship lore to be more self indulgent and sometimes the very last step is to marry them so congrats noah you've gone up in the world (become fake husband)
#i just go through the five stages of grief with selfshipping LEGITIMATELY.#so now im like. going back into effies lore and figuring out where their relationship sits with vayne#which will be elaborated on in a bit (probably tomorrow morning) because no matter what if noah and effie are secretly wed or publicly wed#vayne will be soooo fucking seethy and still 'pining' after effie#but now its a matter of how long did noah and effie know eachother before they decide to elope. how long have they been wed.#need the details#bc it took vergil and gabriel like almost 30 years to tie the knot and aubrey and tommy was like 8.#so. you know. ill think about this tomorrow and maybe between brainstorming stickers ill write a little fic#i really do genuinely think that drace would love noah as her brother in law. they seem to be close in the game#i mean close enough to ship them together. i dont for obvious reasons but some people do and thats okay#bumping up effies age to 30 since im almost 30 and it makes the age gap between noah and effie not as weird (noah is 36)#im just. wehh.#next ill say caius and rowan are married for real just watch. maybe. idk. i think it would be funny if they did marry#like before ro gets hit with the crystal beam and in the early days of caius being yeul's guardian#so like TECHNICALLY even through space and time because its just ro being reincarnated or broken out of crystal#theyre still married in the eyes of the lord (etro) and caius fumes about it but ro forgets#THIS ISNT ABOUT THEM THOUGH FORGET YOU SAW ANYTJING#val.txt#otp: to be alone
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christinepalmers · 2 years
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but the fact that christine palmer is stephen strange’s true love and first choice in every single universe ❤️‍🩹
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allylikethecat · 3 months
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January OTP Prompts
My name is Ally and I was so excited about finishing that smut prompt fill today, that I nearly forgot about the daily January prompt 🤦🏻‍♀️ On that note, here is my attempt for day 24, it's another night time prompt fill so it's not great but it's completely and that's what counts right? Thank you again for being so lovely and supportive of not only my prompts, but my fics in general. ❤️
24. Honey
Matty was sick. Not the kind of end up in the hospital, hooked up to an IV sick, or the cancel tonight's show because he can’t stop throwing up long enough to make it through sound check sick. But he was still sick all the same. His nose was runny and his throat was scratchy. His body hurt, his joints stiff and aching. He was on a self imposed vocal rest, not wanting to put unnecessary strain on his vocal cords. He coughed into his elbow, the show must go on.  
It might not be his bed back in London, but he was trying to make himself as cozy as possible in his hotel suite, bundled up in every blanket he could find with balled up tissues surrounding him like molted feathers. He was wearing one of George’s hoodies, stolen the night before, the hood pulled up over his curls. If he could breathe through his nose, he would have his face buried in the fabric, breathing in the comforting scent of George. When he was sick, bogged down by the common cold, he couldn’t remember what it felt like to be able to breathe. He sniffled, he just wanted to be able to breathe.
His thoughts felt thick and sluggish, like honey dripping down the sides of a little bear bottle. He shivered, wrapping the blanket tighter around his body. He was pretty sure he was running a fever, but couldn’t be bothered to get up and check the thermometer. He wished his toiletry kit wasn’t in the bathroom, so far away, because he had a feeling that a dose of paracetamol would alleviate at least some of his current misery. 
He hated being sick. He hated the feeling of his body rebelling against him, he hated feeling weak. He hated feeling like he was the one constantly bringing everyone down, holding them back. The link most likely to crumble under pressure. 
Matty rolled over onto his side and wished for what felt like the hundredth time that he could fall asleep. If he couldn’t be arsed to get up and take some paracetamol, he wished he could at least sleep. He tucked his legs up to his chest, curling into the fetal position. He wanted Goerge. But George was currently partaking in the radio interview Matty was supposed to be doing. He felt pathetic and needy, but then again, wasn’t that normal, wanting his boyfriend when he felt poorly? 
He must have fallen asleep at some point, because he rolled over, surprised to find George standing over him. He blinked sluggishly, trying to fathom how he missed George letting himself into the room. 
“How are you feeling love?” George asked softly, already knowing the answer. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over to run his fingers through Matty’s sweaty curls. 
Matty just shook his head, nestling back into the blankets in response. 
George snorted softly, “that good huh?” he said, his heart breaking, he hated when Matty was sick, he was like a wilted flower, drooping and devoid of color. 
Matty gave a half hearted shrug. 
“I got you a cup of tea,” said George softly, “it’s from Starbucks, so it’s probably shit, but the honey might help make your throat feel better.” 
Matty sat up, accepting the takeaway cup.
“Thank you,” he rasped. 
George smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Save your voice.” 
Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23
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musical-chick-13 · 5 months
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Also I want to point out that there ARE some horrible women in fiction that I genuinely don't like. Like the girl from fucking Oreshura.
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oneirataxia-girl · 1 year
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LOVE, AN ADMIRER: JIN "EYRE" RAON + HER BOYS
meet me at lover's lake = written just after billy called karen to call off their meeting, the note never made it to raon; rather, the mind flayer kept it and the note was later used by vecna to rub salt into the wound that was raon's repressed self-blame for causing billy's death
come back, come back to me = jerking awake from a nightmare, jonathan wrote it in a fit of depression and anger at himself, believing that he contributed to her decision to sacrifice herself for the party at hawkins and wishing that she was here, in hawkins, with him and will and mom like she wanted before he pushed her away
y'know that, raonnie? = the only one to believe raon dead, eddie might have caved into to dustin's pleas for him to keep a diary so that "raon can know everything", but he can't make himself believe that someone that ran into a horde of demobats would be able to live, not even someone as amazing as his raonnie
even if it kills me = steve knows raon, he might look like a dingus, but he knows her even better than byers does, so when he listens to the tape raon recorded before she left, he can't help but figure out what she actually means, but he's not letting her go ahead with her stupid bullshit sacrifice, even if it kills him
part of the 2023 oc valentines challenge: day 7
the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon@misshiraeth98@carmens-garden - want to be added? shoot me an ask!
coloring: here!
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dylanconrique · 1 year
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watch me go insane when those clips of  tim and lucy saying “the thing you learn early on as police officers, is that your future is never certain.” and “anything can happen to anyone at any time.” in the opening recap 5x19.
like.... full exorcist, head spinning around on shoulders insane.
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lieutenant-speirs · 1 year
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Just Hold Him (Lipton x Speirs)
Title: Just Hold Him (Part 1 of 2) - (Part 2 here) Ship: Lipton x Speirs Summary: When snow reminds Lipton of what he's lost, what he's witnessed... Grief pierced him through the heart with an icicle shard. Themes: Grief, Hurt-Comfort Author Note: Since when has there been a character limit on tumblr? I gotta post this in two parts now. What the sobel crap is this!?
Since being back from the war, Lipton kept himself busy. Helping his Mom out with the Boarding House, getting his own apartment closer to the college that he had been accepted into to finish his education, school work… and when he had free time, he always found something to do. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. If he stopped…he started thinking…and he just couldn’t sit around and mope. Had to keep himself busy and distracted. Perhaps the Sergeant – or Lieutenant, rather – in him, also made him feel like he should be doing something useful. People tend to bring the war home…and Lipton certainly did that. Perhaps not in the means of trauma and PTSD… but things that were drilled into him either during Bootcamp, Training, being a soldier in general... Things such as how he makes the bed…and it gets done every morning. No excuses. How he folds his socks. Even waking up 10 minutes before 6am. Granted he didn’t have to haul his ass out of bed, but he still wakes up like his body clock is still in Toccoa. These wintry months were slightly different… Ron was on leave for a few weeks, therefore he was home. Which meant those early mornings weren’t spent alone, in bed. It was almost humorous the first morning… Lipton was excited to wake up and be the first to look over at Ron, sleeping. Only for his hazel eyes to meet another set of hazel eyes. “Oh. Hi.” Speirs couldn’t help the little sleepy laugh that crept out at Lipton’s disappointed response. Lipton’s eyes quickly danced over Ron’s softly laughing features, drinking in that beautiful sight. If it’s one thing he loves about Ron…it’s when he smiles. “You sound disappointed to see me, Carwood.” “No..Not at all.” Lipton turned the rest of his body around so he was fully facing Ron. He pressed his semi-hardened erection against Ron, causing the brunette’s brows to shoot up, smile turning into a small smirk, hazel eyes softening into a mixed gaze of lustful mischievousness and just general love for Lipton. “Definitely not at all.” Lipton muttered as his neck craned up to press a kiss on the corner of Ron’s lips, only for Ron to catch his lips and pull him into a deeper kiss…. This is what Lipton should be thinking about when he stopped moving, stopped finding ways to distract himself… But no… He had just finished putting a few products away that he was using to fix some squeaking hinges, when he walked out into the open living area and just stared out the window. The bright light of…white… caught his attention. And he found himself staring at the snow-fall. It’s been, what? Almost two years? But the snow has a tendency to pull him right back. The snow will never match the coldness of what they felt in Bastogne, but the same white residue can bring back a flood of memories. The sound of shells going off, shells dropping and exploding the trees, grounds, foxholes… The sound of Luz’s voice in his ear screaming to be heard that Muck and Penkala got hit. Ron had just turned the corner to make a start on dinner when he stopped and watched the man he loves just stare off. Something Lipton doesn’t do. Immediately, the odd behavior was something Ron picked up on. He followed Lipton’s gaze and could only see nothing but snow and – snow. Ron was smart. Observant. Particularly with Lipton. “Carwood?” He gently called out, not making any movement to avoid startling the man. But he got no response. Dark hazel eyes looked around quickly for an answer on how to deal with this situation… this was more Lipton’s department than it was Rons… but Lipton was the one needing the softer approach… “Carwood…?” Speirs started again…this time carefully stepping closer. A mistake, perhaps, in keeping his footfalls on the quieter side as he cautiously walked up to the man who was staring off. The haunted look of war physically evident over his features.
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howifeltabouthim · 2 years
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She knew Hort loved her. That he would always love her, no matter what . . . She knew that . . . Hort would help her . . . he'd never let anything happen to her.
Soman Chainani, from A Crystal of Time
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vndersons · 1 year
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