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kolin6996 · 1 year
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The issue isn't that Mine isn't romantic, the issue is that to him romantic behavior is staring at Daigo's sleeping face for two hours while one inch away from his face. Without blinking. And picking Daigo's hair off of his clothes and furniture to keep it in a scrapbook annotated with date and an exact description of his hair's scent and texture on that day. I could go on forever
ok and is he wrong. i think we should all start taking notes, personally
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anglerfishenthusiast · 3 months
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waking up and being showered at 8 am ready to trudge out into the floridian monsoon only to call yet another hospital and once again find out they aint got none
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sonknuxadow · 2 years
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I WAS GONNA GET THE TAILS BUILD A BEAR BUT HES OUT OF STOCK NNNNOOOOO
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anachronic-cobra · 1 month
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O God everyone at this banquet is kissing His Majesty The King's boots, he's not gonna fuck thee
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OUT OF MINE WAY GAYBOY
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🔮 nostradamus Follow
Cleansing thine hands and avoiding contact with your peers will slow the spread of the Black Death! I beg of thee, understand this
🐦‍⬛doctorbeaky Follow
Lmao this peasant thinks he knows the body's humors better than modern science! Fool, be away with your witchcraft and let we doctors remove the tainted blood as we have for decades
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Imagine thinking thou knoweth more than those who have studied medicine
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@doctorbeaky never studied medicine, they were posting about their fruit stand going bankrupt only yesteryear
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And? He's still a doctor. Go jump into a lake if thee loveth cleanliness so.
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[thou art all so fucking stupid.png]
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His Majesty The King has bestowed upon me the honor of slaying a beast to save the princess of our neighbor kingdom
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...tbh this dragon is kinda fair actually
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Forget the princess I'm boutta get lanced myself 👀
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Rip to the greatest hero of all the land 🫡😔
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Discovering closeness
Seline has a headache and doesn't want to say it. Cue some comfort and fluff from Isaiah.
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Seline didn't tell Isaiah about the headache.
They moved in together to be able to be there for each other. Now that the danger was heightened, now that they were seen as a pack and a threat. So they could check on each other, if someone was late or heal each other from deadly poisons.
Seline was pretty sure neither of those options involved whining about a little headcold.
She had a whole floor to herself. Just a small bedroom, but it came with her own bathroom and the distance the steps provided.
The boys shared the lower floor, each with their own room, one more bathroom, the kitchen and the living room. Isaiah found a very large place for the price they could afford together. His contacts weren't shabby at all. They didn't protest it. Instead, they each tried to bring something over to the new apartment.
Seline brought most of her furniture for the living room. Matthew didn't bring material stuff, but he fixed her bathroom and replaced the tubes under the sink and somehow got the dishwasher working. It was little things, but they were all trying.
The new routines were another thing. Matthew offered to get groceries, big shopping and little things if they texted him during the day. Seline opted for cleaning - she liked seeing the results of a nicely swept floor or unfattening the kitchen sink. It was meditative in its repetiveness.
Fortunately for all, Isaiah was a skiled and willing cook. He cooked for them all, waking up first for breakfast, preparing something big for dinner, since they ate out for lunch.
All in all, Seline had nothing to complain about. They were new at this, sure, and still figuring each other out. Maybe it was a little exhausting to be on your guard, so careful all the time to get along. But they were all doing their best and their best wasn't worst either.
But she probably expected too much too soon. The boys let her to her late mornings, so they didn't notice she was feeling off when leaving and she didn't feel quite as natural telling them.
And when they left, she tried to shrug it off. Just a bit of cold and a headache. She would just sit it out at home with some warm tea. Wolves that dealt with attacks, fights with their shadows and other serious injuries involving blood and broken bones that healed in a few hours or days wouldn't deal with a bit of a cold. It was ridiculous.
At midday she run out of milk. End of tea then, cause she wanted it her Earl grey milky and sweet.
The headache got worse and she only had last two tablets of painkillers. There was no way she was spending those. She never finished things she didn't have stokced for later. What if it got worse and she wouldn't have it?
Around lunch, her head was pounding her thoughts away. She stayed huddled in her pajamas and a bathrobe in the kitchen, glued to the window still, watching the sun. Somehow she couldn't muster up the energy to move.
Seline used to like the silence of an empty house. When the chaos of her brother, her father always talking out loud his thoughts and frantic mother finally left for work and school, she finally had some precious hours of peace and focus. Her classes were all over the place in the afternoon, which was perfect for her late sleeping and long way by train.
But now the peace felt disturbing. Mocking her in her loneliness. She could hardly call dad to get her painkillers or mom to hurry up from work. She could not whine to her wolf roomates just yet.
Neither earned that privilege from the other.
Seline felt hollow, stupid and spoiled for letting that affect her mood so much.
The keys rustled in the door.
Isaiah came in, graceful as always, already hanging his coat and suit jacket up. He stepped out of his polished shoes, went them over with a cleaner and packed them away. All quick and efficient before he even stepped down into the living room.
"Ah Seline, you are already home? What do you think about lasagna for dinner? If you are up to it, I'll text Matthew to-"
She sniffled.
Isaiah froze midsentence, backtracking to properly look at her perch on the window. Only now realising she didn't change since morning, didn't even change positions.
"Hey, Seline? Is something the matter?"
"No," she said, rubbing at her cheeks as the tears started for real.
Isaiah dropped his phone and hurried to her, hands hovering over her shoulders in hesitation. "Hey, hey, hey. Talk to me. What's wrong? You can tell me."
"It's just...it's nothing. It-it's stupid."
Isaiah pushed a lock of blonde hair out of her face. "It's not stupid if it's making you cry. Hey."
He was there, voice warm and soft and she couldn't resist the offer anymore. Her hands clenched on the front of his shirt as she cried. Isaiah didn't seem to need more permission either, because he swept her up in his arms at the contact, carrying her over to the couch.
Isaiah settled down with Seline in his lap. She buried her face in his chest, her nose full of his smell. It was bittersweet, like dark chocolate, blackberry and steel.
"Hey. You're burning up, you know that?" Isaiah asked, combing his fingers through her hair. His touch was attentive, tuned to her every sniffle and shake. But she held on to him still, hands tight around his shirt as she wetted it with her tears.
After a while, the shaking slowed and the tears ran out. Seline wasn't even sure of the reason anymore, but snuggled warm in Isaiah's arms, she felt safe, warm and protected. The hallowness in her chest filled up, warmth blooming around her ribcage instead.
"You are supposed to tell me, when you don't feel well," Isaiah chided against her hair.
Seline pulled away from his chest, supported by his arms to look at his face.
"Correction. You don't have to tell me. But I would love it if you would. This is what we moved together for, right?"
"It's just a headache. I'm just emotional today. Sorry."
Isaiah huffed in exasperation. "You are not feeling well. I don't care if it's a headache or a wolf biting your head off or a fly clashed against your eye. If I don't know, I can't help. And I would love to help."
A fly in her eye hardly seemed like a valid reason, but it made her smile.
And she could hardly tell him she wished he knew without him needing to tell him. That kind of closeness came with time, mindfulness and experience, specifically with each other. It couldn't be cheated or rushed over.
They wanted to be part of each other's lives. The way he held her felt like he didn't mind or even enjoyed being this close.
Seline tucked her head against his chest, taking deep breaths. Her head was still pounding, but the tears brought relief.
She closed her eyes, relishing the closeness as Isaiah's chest raised and fell beneath her ear.
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i feel like both ville valo and sean brennan have this like faggoty gay boy look about them, but theyre both definitely straight men and it shows, however it doesnt translate the same in their music. where HIM has like gay ass lyrics and the vibe is all fruity, london after midnight exposes sean brennan for his cringe crimes against me personally your best nightmare and him changing the pronouns Ever so slightly in hot stuff i take as a hate crime against me and he hates me also i bought merch off his official website once and i got hit with insane custom taxes which i blame sean brennan for as a personal attack on me who is gay therefore he is hate criming me and it wasnt until after i bought his merch my attention was drawn to the lyrics of your best nightmare which i was subjected to and felt like he was coming for my jugular personally to embarrass me for having just spent an ugly amount of money on a tshirt and poster which stares at me in my sleep its become off putting im avoiding my bedroom because of it i sleep on the couch downstairs bcuz of him hes kicked me out of my own bed its like i can feel his hetty gaze on me while im having homosexual time hes inside my brain telling me the cross dressing and the mini skirt stokcing and garter combo were a plot to lure me in specifically to make me lower my guard so he could start calling me slurs and telling me about the time he (allegedly) made a woman orgasm so hard she died. alas it worked. its haunting me like bro how are you going to make such a bold claim and then write a song like that and not OWN donna summers' original lyrics about a hot man i dont believe you you sound incapable of doing such a thing pussyless even but hes become suspicious of my doubts so i fear hes going to beat me to death in my sleep i cant go back to my room until i know its safe im sure you understand, reader
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25 days of Christmas imagine Day 2
Imagine: Sitting in a hotel with Dean on Christmas Eve while Sam is away as you both finally confess your true feelings.
ugh! Hearing that Sam was goign back into town too investagate you and Dean begged too Join him but he didn't want you both- then Dean realized he's Investating was code for he met a girl in the bar earlier and wnated some "Alone time"
unfournately that meant you were stuck with Dean alone. which drove you crazy.
it was no secret you weren't his favorite person and you likewise you always dissagree and bicker. you  were brought into the hunter life after discoverign your boyfrined was a vampire and was planning on turning you. but he ended up killing Everyone you knew. then you started hunted and ran into the brothers six months ago. and since then you traveled with them.
sitting on the bed. you braided your hair up into a french braid. All day you thought a bout what you would of been doing if your family wasn't killed by your crazed boyfriend. How you would be driving up too the farm. the snow would already be deep at home but it woudl still be fresh looking. you owuld be wearing A Ugly Christmas Sweater with your favorite black skirt with your stokcings your hair would be up and perfect. and you would come home too have your family outside already ready too help you bring your luggage and all the gifts you bought. you would of gone Far too far getting everyones gifts And you would Show your Mom your newest attempt of making a Apple Pie.
you made the perfect Filling! but the Curst.. you werne't good at crust. you and your mom always ttelling you too just buy the pre made crust but that was cheating. that was cheap. you couldn't justify using pre made Crust for Christmas it was wrong. so each time you went home you attempt again.. and this time.. you were 99% it was Okay. tasting."
Dean was walking passed you getting a beer as you were zoned out. he wasn't thrilled about being stuck with you alone. you infruitated him. with being right all the time. and the gentle heart that he knew was about too be corruptted with being a hunter. he didn't want this life for you. He wanted yuo too have everything he knew he could Never have. the white picked fence, the devoted Husband who thought you were the goddess you were. and the three brats he always wanted. ean wished for a nroaml life. and once meeting you and seeing the bitterness growing in that heart you wished you would see the light and stop.. Stop going after the demons and monster and started a life.. he knew you secretled wanted. seeing you tonight wearing your long onsie. with your hair up. the pj's were christmas themed as you were watching Santa claus the Tim Allen movie as you spoke, "that.. Evil santa guy isn't evil right?"
"who?" Dean asked sitting down on the other bed as you turned too him "Krumpus?"
he nodded his head, "oh yea."
"oh that is distrubing- that is- it's the holidays.. that's just wrong."  Dean couldn't help but chuckle at that as you spoke, 'what was christmas like for you?"
"your looking at it- me and Sammy would be in shitty hotels and Dad would.. more then likely forget about christmas i would go out and try too make it as festive as possible for Sammy."
you shook your head shifting up too the lean against the headboard of the bed as you spoke, "your dad- God.. I would Hit him if he wasn't you know-" he looked at you stunned as you spoke, 'too do that two little kids. God.. I know he's your dad. but Iw ould Kick him."
Dean chuckled softly, "it wasn't that bad.."
"No- your wrong."
"what about yours?"
"we all go too the farm.. the neices and newphew woudld have a contest who could make the biggest snow man, the fire would always be going. baked goods..Everywhere! Mom would be triyng too get us all out of the kitchenf rom helping her.. I would be incharge of helping out with everything and we would make a plan for dishes. while Dad would be begging one of us too put on rudoph the red nose raindeer on the tv-.. it was perfect.." you shook your head having too stop yourself from crying. Dean got up shifting sitting down as he grabbed your leg softly. "Hey it's alright cry if you want too." you chuckled reaching down grabbing his hand, 'I dont want too cry- i wont stop i just-.. it's hard it's the first chirstmas since." he nodded his head, "I know- me And Sammy wer egoing too surprise you with getitng you a tree and trying too make this place less- depression." you alughed at that as you reached up hugging Dean. he was stunned but hugged you back.
you didn't willingly give him uch physical contact mainly because he was a jerk and he drove you crazy btu the mere thought of him attempting too make you happy was the greatest gift you could recieve this christmas. Dean rubbed your back softly as you spoke, "And i jsut got you your favorite beer for christmas." he chuckled as you laughed into his shuolder as he spoke, 'that's perfect.. Y/N.. you okay?"
"yea-" pulling away he looked at you and he didn't realize what he was doing until he felt his lips pressed against your lips. you froze feeling his lips against yours as he pulled back as he spoke, "Shit - y/n i'm sorry I-" you reached up grabbing his shirt pulling him back too you as you kissed him. you melted against him as he held you tightly.
hearing the door being banged you both parted as Dean spoke loudly in a deep voice , "yea!?"
"It's Sam let me in."
"No.." Dean said as he went back too kissing you as you smiled into the kiss as Sam screamed, "she had a husband he' got a tire jack! Come on MAN! Y/N! help!"
you both sighed as Dean said Okay as he looked at you. "I love you kid."
you were stunned as you spoke, "I think i love you too." he smiled as he opened the door and Sam ran in. as you spoke, "what did you do now Sam?"
"it wasn't my fault!"
you laughed softly as the conversation ended.
being three adults. and two bed. At the beginings the brothers would share a bed and you got the bed too yourself. but then they would be bickering far too mmuch so you decided a routation So everyone got a chance too ahve the bed too themselves. you were suppose too be sleeping in the bed with Sam tongiht. you didn't mind. both of them were very respectful and you had a pillow seperating you both. but when it was time For Bed Dean told Sam too take the bed for himself since he smelt of depseation and loneiness and he iddn't want that rubbing off on you. Sam didn't complain as he fell asleep easily as you curled up into the bed. as Dean laid next too you . looking at his face trying too memorize his curves of his face as you reached up touching his cheek softly. you knew for a while your Frustation with him was because you liked him. and it annoyed the Crap outta you that he was the guy you fell for. Sam was more the sort of guy you would date. but Deann. Dean was different and it drove you crazy.
"Hey-"
"hey." you simply replied as he spok, "merry christmas Y/N"
"Merry Christmas Dean"
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masalenlc080 · 10 months
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・STOKC GOKU A&B UOR.
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kolin6996 · 1 year
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ylsa-jawstore · 1 year
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whats ur job at the store? may i ask :))
I WOKR DAY AND NIHGT SHIFT AS A .CASHEIR ^_^ But Also iwork as a stokc boy
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mustafa-el-fats · 2 years
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in class then crashed smashed the staff I laughed at blood in the bath I'm bugg in
hugged sin the plugs drugs is a ten  I say money my friend with a grin you lost cause you soft take it on the chin I'm a chill guy but will kill if high cut slut bled dry
burnt wings head fly turnt things king's eye where reaper is wise priest
bedside read last rites then he died sacrificed slapped to Christ rapped so
nice his soul cold good advice avoid suicide be true or die your crew
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or fry the best provides strategic demise believe it your eyes replaced with
flies lost count I beat too many guys health warning advised spies
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is proof abuse no excuse Bruce became Ruth confused refused the truth
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