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euesworld · 11 months
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"A heartbeat is so natural, it just softly pitter patters and keeps you alive.. kind of like the sun, only it's in your chest igniting life on every beat."
It's so, so soft.. the softest little tune, the music of your life beating away - eUë
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she-wolf09231982 · 5 months
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Idk what it is…but when Wayne prepares himself to scrap…. rolls his sleeves up as he’s walking unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt, and now there’s this…?
I am absolutely obsessed with how primal and caveman-like he becomes and I’d gladly let him drag me back to his cave to have his way with me.
I need some Jesus 😮‍💨😈
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secondblooms · 4 months
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The emotionally intelligent person knows that love is a skill, not a feeling, and will require trust, vulnerability, generosity, humor, sexual understanding, and selective resignation. The emotionally intelligent person awards themselves the time to determine what gives their working life meaning and has the confidence and tenacity to try to find an accommodation between their inner priorities and the demands of the world. The emotionally intelligent person knows how to hope and be grateful, while remaining steadfast before the essentially tragic structure of existence. The emotionally intelligent person knows that they will only ever be mentally healthy in a few areas and at certain moments, but is committed to fathoming their inadequacies and warning others of them in good time, with apology and charm. There are few catastrophes, in our own lives or in those of nations, that do not ultimately have their origins in emotional ignorance. ~Alain de Botton
(Book: The School of Life https://amzn.to/3OQMf6w)
Photo: Couple in Prague 1971
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bobbie-robron · 3 months
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The pig started screeching again four in the morning. Did you not hear it?
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22-Jan-2019
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wutheringskies · 6 months
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ahhh what ep of the audio drama does the wwx pitter-pattering happen in?
This was S2 Ep 16 from the CN Audio Drama! I hope you were referring to this post, otherwise I'm not sure ><
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blogginthewind · 2 years
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You Sweetie was "Sick" the Other Day
Summary: Wayne hurt his back and Katy can't get him to stop chorin'. You come over and are "sick" so Wayne takes a break to take care of you.
Warning: Swearing (cause it's fucking LetterKenny), and mentions of sickness?
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Wayne didn’t get sick. He didn’t get hurt. At least, not sick or hurt enough to keep him from chorin’. The farm was hard work but it was an honest living and Wayne liked it well enough. He certainly wasn’t going to let a sore back stop him from doing it. So maybe he had pulled or strained or something a muscle in his back moving hay the other day. He wasn’t a doctor and he sure wasn’t going to one for a stiff muscle. Katy had told him to take the day off but he wouldn’t. 
He’d made it through the morning chorin’ well-enough. Darry only asked “You okay, good buddy?” three times and Squirrely Dan only asked twice. So it wasn’t that bad. Katy had been watching him closely and shaking her head but Wayne ignored her. Now he just had to put a few hours into the produce stand and finish the barn later. Then he’d be done for the day. 
When you arrived, Katy ran to greet you and lead you into the house quickly. You complied but not before smiling widely at him and throwing a wink over your shoulder. You’d been his sweetie was three months now and it was going pretty good if you asked him. Hell, you loved dogs, got along with his sister, and were quick-witted. Didn’t hurt that you were a rocket either. 
So he hadn’t been concerned about your quick run to the house until Katy came out without you. Wayne was holding a beer in his left hand instead of his right, to move the sore side of his back as little as possible, not that he’d ever admit it. A good hot shower would fix him right up. The one he had taken that morning had helped some. He was fine. 
“Where’s Y/N?” Darry asked, before Wayne could say anything. Not that he minded. Anytime he talked, Katy could turn it around on him and nag him about his back, which he was trying really hard to forget about. Katy looked Wayne over and he held still, showing no sign of pain. He didn’t hurt when he held perfectly still.
“She’s sick,” Katy answered. Wayne jumped to his feet and then tried to hide the wince at the pain in his back. Katy was stone-faced, which meant that she saw but was choosing not to say anything. “Something ‘bout her stomach. I parked her up in your bed, Wayne. Figured I’d send you on up.”
“You got this, good buddy? I know your backs been -”
“Don’t finish that sentence or I’m gonna have to come over there and talk to you,” Wayne answered without looking in Darry’s direction. Instead he headed towards the house, stopping only to give Gus a pat on the head and open the door with his non-sore side. 
It was strange for you to just admit something was wrong. Usually, you’d tried to bottle it up and keep working. At least, that’s what you did when you were upset. You hadn’t been sick since you’d gotten together. How the hell was he supposed to take care of you?
When he found you lying in his bed, with your arms around your stomach, you looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You weren’t pale or sweaty. He felt your forehead. Cool as a cucumber. No fever whatsoever.
“It’s my stomach,” you explained with a whimper. He felt bad for doubting you. You patted the spot on the bed next to you. “Change out of your barn clothes and come join me.”
You didn’t need to ask him twice. He changed into clean clothes,( he could always change back to chore late) and laid down next to you. You were lying on your stomach now, so he did the same. It was a relief not to add any pressure to his back. 
Suddenly, you crawled on top of him and worked your hands up the back of his shirt, massaging the muscles. He wanted to be mad at you but you were damned good at it. When you pulled out the muscle relaxing balm and began working that into his skin, he felt the pain start to melt away. 
“You were never sick, were you?” You didn’t answer but when he tried to turn to look at you, you leaned down and kissed his nose. It was really hard to be mad at a liar with such good hands. You worked the balm into his back with your palms, applying just the right amount of pressure. When you found the tightest muscle, you began to work with your fingers, rubbing in small circles to loosen the muscle. It was exactly what his back needed. Wayne moaned in pleasure. “Hell, I fucking love you.”
He tensed for a minute which he was certain you could feel sitting on top of him. You hadn’t said that to each other yet and three months in felt a learn early, especially now that he had thrown it out there. But you didn’t tense. You relieved his tension when you said, “I fucking love you too, Wayne.”
Wayne was pretty sure that you were never sick at all. 
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evolution-ofa-geek · 11 months
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Alright, why has it taken me this long to watch Letterkenny?
I was hooked at the first episode and started binging at 3 in the morning.
🤣🤣
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freakthingg · 7 months
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this fucking close.
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bonvoyagenoona · 2 years
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New Fic 🚨: Pitter Patter | JHS
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Pairings: Hobi x female reader
Rating: 18+ | Mature | Explicit
Word Count: 3k
Synopsis: Hobi comforts you on a rainy evening.
Genres | Content Warnings | Themes: Friends(ish) to lovers, smut (unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex, spanking), drinking
Release Date: Sat May 14 7 PM US Central | read on Tumblr | read on ao3
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Preview:
“What are you even doing here??” you ask.
You venture a sideways peek at him. You pray that you don’t see a nipple. Because, you swear to god, if you see a goddamned nipple—
He snorts. Not mockingly. Charmed. “Apparently, I’m drinking.”
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fieriframes · 1 month
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[I heard the pitter patter of little old feet.]
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euesworld · 1 year
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"Lay your head on my chest and listen to the sound of the universe.. it's beats a tune of life, a pitter pattering of soft sounds that will make you feel alive. The sound of galaxies colliding in my chest, the birth of stars or some such stuff.. but more than that it sings a hymn of love. My love for you, like a thousand moons speaking in languages of love untold.. I love you a thousand fold."
I love you with every heartbeat - eUë
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blackdreamsoftruth · 2 months
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Its raining... it makes me feel sleeby. And... calm... I think I'll take a little nap...
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hecho-a-mano · 2 months
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A benefit of owning a lizard is a special type of pitter-patter sound. Many do not know this.
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cottagecore-moss-king · 10 months
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What is the point of light rain if it won't gently pitter patter as I stare longingly out my window as I work on my hobbies, before gently putting my hand out to catch the rain.
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blckgrlmov13s · 1 year
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Letterkenny is the best thing ever.
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neteyamsyawntu · 3 months
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Alright enough Letterkenny, I’ve procrastinated enough. Time to finish this fic.
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