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leonsleftbicep · 2 days
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Sleep Token Thoughts
this is me just thinking so hard because i love writing these guys in domestic settings.
just thinking about: II and Vessel post show overstimulation. sitting next to each other, waiting for their drinks so they can calm down.
after getting their respective drinks and sipping on them a bit. they cuddle up in the booth together as they try and silently figure out what they want to eat.
all while III and IV are watching and admiring their partners. as Vessel and II comfort each other through the rough time of having to deal with the unwanted noise of a 24 breakfast joint.
iii and iv secretly taking photos of Vessel and II looking at each other with that sleepy loving look they usually only do after shows.
II covering Vessels eyes and taking deep breaths with it so they can calm down the post show tummy aches and headaches.
usually III and IV walk out of the shop with about 3-10 really cute photos of Vess and II. they print them off and IV has a scrap/photo book for the photos, doodles, and journal entries.
yes some of this is me projecting, plus me just trying to write how they love after concerts. i enjoy this way to much.
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sideblogdotjpeg · 3 months
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have to be so honest with myself that i cant stop thinking about the duck team polycule
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hueberryshortcake · 8 months
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GUYS NOBODY HAUNTED THE NARRATIVE LIKE SHE DID
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ghouljams · 9 months
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Price never saying no to goose for anything. Even questionably dangerous or reckless things he’d just do them with her because god damn if she didn’t have everything she wanted.
It's like you have a direct line to my brain. Price is such a pushover for his little girl, and Goose is truly a daddy's girl because of it. He was there for every tea party, and every dance recital. But he also taught her how to shoot, took her on mechanical bulls, and put a mattress under the hayloft when she said she wanted to jump off of it.
Anyway here's some Price family fluff with baby Goose.
You really didn't know what to expect when you told Price you were pregnant. It wasn't like it was great timing. You were both in school, looking forward to careers with little room for little ones. You were barely married for crying out loud, only having signed the documents to get your boy- your husband out of the barracks.
The way his eyes light up when he spots the positive pregnancy test, the way he holds your face and tells you he wants it, "No matter how hard it is, we'll make it work." You believe him, without question you believe in the conviction behind his words. You've never known John Price to be a dishonest man, and you hardly think this is where he'd start lying to you.
"What about the RMAS? Med School? Maybe we should wait." You grip his wrists, both of you searching the others eyes. The fear and excitement, the absolute trust in each other, you may not have been married long but you've known since you met him that Price won't let you fall if he isn't there to catch you.
"What do you want to do?" He asks you so gently you think it might be easier if he was shouting at you. You think of how hard it'll be. You think of the sleepless nights, struggling to care for a baby and study for exams. You think of Price getting deployed and being away for long periods, leaving you alone with a baby. You think of your parents, and how they never would have traded you for anything in the world.
Months later you sit in the hospital with an anatomy textbook open and your husband rocking the sweetest baby you've ever seen, and you think you can absolutely do this.
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You're home for the summer with a toddler and a very jetlagged husband on leave from special forces. Price and your daughter squint in the Texas sun as you pat sunscreen onto both of them. You mom yells to you from the house and you give very clear instructions to both of your flight risks to stay where they are while you go see what she needs.
When you come back you brother is handing your baby up to Price. Settling her in front of him on the saddle before taking off. You nearly faint watching your daughter bounce excitedly as the horse gallops across the pasture. You swear loud enough for your brother to hear and don't bother censoring yourself while giving him a piece of your mind. He graciously offers his horse for you to go make sure nothing happens to them.
You find Price holding your daughter up to pet down the nose of one of the cows in the paddock. Her tiny fingers, scrunching in the hair on top of its head before Price can coax her to let go. She smiles at you so brightly you almost forget to be mad about the unexpected field trip.
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Price adjusts Goose's grip on the rifle, the gun dwarfing her little hands. She presses her cheek against the body of it to look down the sight at the target. The strap is wrapped tight around her arm just like he'd showed her, and you think you should really be used to this by now. It's harder to be calm about this sort of thing when it's your kid. Still, you can't think of a better teacher than your husband.
"Deep breaths," Price tells her, his hand braces her shoulder where the butt of the gun rests, "don't rush yourself if you're not sure."
"I know daddy." Goose tells him, you've never known a more confident kid. It's all Price's fault for encouraging her. Not that you mind, you'd rather your kid be self assured and friendly than the alternative. You'd be worried more about Goose favoring her father if she didn't follow you like a shadow.
The shot that rings through the air is followed immediately by Price's praise. His grin over his shoulder at you to make sure you're watching as he ruffles your daughter's hair melts your heart.
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You think Price is better suited for life on the ranch than you'd first thought. Your summers in the states are starting to almost feel more like home than your flat back in England. Especially when Price grabs you passing by the barn and pulls you inside. An arm hooked around your waist as you laugh and push at his chest, his lips catching yours with a smile.
It's slow and indulgent. Just the two of you enjoying each other's affection. He smells warm from the sun, must've just come in from the pasture. It makes you a little giddy that his first thought was to grab you as soon as he could. Giddy enough to hold his face and pull him close in the middle of the barn. He lets a pleased noise hum against your lips, hands sliding into the back pockets of your jeans.
Just when his tongue slides against your lips do you hear your child go, "Ewww, gross."
Her gap toothed smile grins down at you from the hayloft. The little straw cowboy hat your mom get for her really finishes off her look of too big overalls and pink cowboy boots. Price let's you go to stand under the overhang. He gestures with his hands and Goose scrambles to stand.
"Alright baby, don't wanna worry your momma, come on down." Price calls up, and you shake your head, knowing full well what your troublemakers are going to do. Goose backs up to take a running start before jumping off the loft, and landing with a flurry of giggles in your husband's arms.
Worry is such a strong word. Since you met Price you don't think you've worried about anything. At least not anything important, not about your safety or your future. How could you with him here?
It's different when he's deployed, when you can only talk to him on the phone, and even then only at certain times. But you've never worried when he told you he'd be home. He wouldn't leave you or Goose for the world, not if he can help it.
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"Didn't know you were married," Soap tells Price as he hands him his papers.
"And I'd prefer we keep it that way," Price nods, "You know how this job goes. The less people know the better." Soap nods, looks over the boarding passes, flips through the leave notices.
"All the way in America, eh?" Soap grins, "Didn't know you were into stars and stripes."
"Don't make me regret trusting you MacTavish," Price's tone is deadly, serious enough to make the dead stand at attention, "If I ever hear you blabbing about them."
"I'm not gonna be babysitting any rugrats while I'm there, am I?"
"Just the one," Price smiles a little despite himself, "You'll like her."
"Feel like I don't even know you anymore," Soap jokes with a shake of his head, "Anything else I should know?"
"Just," Price takes a breath, eyes somewhere far away, "tell 'em I'm sorry I couldn't be there myself, and be on your best behavior. Those girls are the best thing to ever happen to me and I'll be damned if I gotta hear about you doing something stupid like-" He fishes for something plausible but ridiculous, "-like burning down the barn."
"I'll keep away from the explosives, Sir."
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mispelled · 1 year
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People love her for her autistic swag and quirky attributes but then turn around and hate real life people for the same traits. I didn't say her name but she popped into your head
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aduckwithears · 8 months
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What if… rather than Aziraphale taking their car to Edinburgh and Crowley minding Jim in the bookshop, they instead moved the plants into the shop, moved Jim into the Bentley, and all three took a wacky road trip to Scotland? Can you imagine?
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sergle · 4 months
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I just got so Mad At A Tumblr Post and I'm trying so hard to be a normal person and not be Mad At A Tumblr Post
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prettysquishygirl · 17 days
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The second chapter of All the small things, an ineffable husbands fanfic post season two of Good Omens which seems to be entirely about two idiots talking about and clearly wanting kisses and agreeing to feed the ducks.
But they do snog in the trees this time. And there is talk of the flat.
Favourite two lines below:
"We appear to have tripped."
"You appear to have pushed me up against a tree," said Crowley. "I am not complaining."
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ai-higurashi · 1 year
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I think all the triplets have, accidentally or on purpose, called Beakley "granny" at one point or another.
Louie is the first one to slip up and it's like calling the teacher "mom". Beakley doesn't comment on it but if Scrooge notices she's happier than usual afterwards despite acting as normal as possible, no he didn't <3.
Webby is ecstatic about it each and every time .
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astrodances · 3 months
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Z for...Zella!! 😜😄🩵💙🖤
I grew up with horses, and definitely wanted to be a cowboy or something horse-related growing up (one of my school mascots was even the Cowboys, so bonus points to that!), but Zorro was like, my first hero. He's the guy I always imagined myself as when I was sitting in the saddle (except when I had my Batman costume on), and looking back, he's influenced so much of my life and love for stories (especially a lot of favorite character aesthetics 😜). And he had the coolest horse (which is my dream horse, just with a different name)!!
All that said, I'm going with Zorro Della for Cowboy Della. I think she would've loved the character, too. 🖤
This was a bit rushed, admittedly, but I got to play with some perspectives, clothing choices, and shading, so good exercise! ^_^
+ bonus Della sketch though, bc I also loved this idea:
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Young Della's trying on Scrooge's old cowboy clothes (from Life & Times of Scrooge) - they're still just a pinch too big for her. 😝🥹🤠
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i-write-things · 9 months
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I head canon that anytime Elliott wakes up early to feed the animals for the farmer, everytime he sees a duck feather laying around, he has to resist the urge to take it. I mean sure, you BOTH technically own the farm now, but it still feels like only you do, especially since you're the one putting in 99.99% of the work.
He does become overjoyed though when you end up giving it to him, anyway. It's just so pretty, and you know he can't resist that 1700's ink&quill thing. He probably has an entire drawer or something filled with duck feathers he could use if he loses his current quill. He's also definitely put one in his hair without thinking.
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leonsleftbicep · 21 days
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sleep token bakery au?
IV runs a bakery (for obvious reasons) Vessel, II, and III are all customers, the echos/esperas work there as well.
Vessel, II, and III all know each other. the Echos know the three as usuals. IV doesn’t know who they are really.
II was captivated by IV’s ivy tattoo on his forearm, Vessel was enamored by IV’s downturned eyes, and III.. well it was IV’s “bakery”.
obviously polyvessels ensues in some way. my brains saying II was the first to notice, but III was the first to get close.
as in
II started to hint a bit to IV about his attraction. but in a very “how the fuck do i tell this man he is gorgeous and i want to wake up next to him each morning” type of way.
II just simply said “i like your tattoos, how long have you had the ivy?” but then he connected the dots at that moment when he read IV’s name tag which said ‘IVy’.
also i think it would be funny and kinda cute if IV realized his attraction, when II walked into the bakery in a very wide V-neck long sleeve (his neck tattoo is ON DISPLAY!!) with the sleeves rolled up. II’s hair up, very much just got a hair cut and actually shaved and trimmed for once. i just think it’s silly.
III is the one that asked IV out first because they were completely enamored by this ‘Ivy’ guy their partners wont stop blabbering about, and the two of them weren’t doing shit so. III asked out IV on a date to some shitty bar with a band playing that night. the two of them got a bit tipsy and danced together. III ended up in IV’s apartment that night.
Vessel was the last to catch on, too nervous to actually ask so it just waited a couple months till IV handed them a scone and just smiled and asked “want to help me in the kitchen some time? we usually prepare the sour dough the night before so, if you want to it will just be me and you” with a smile.
the two of them actually got work done, IV was absolutely delighted with the facts he was getting out of Vess. first thing IV asked Vessel was if they where a musician of some kind, “only reason i ask is because you hum and tap your fingers to the music that plays around here.” which was the half truth. the other reason why IV asked, was because he noticed the callouses on Vessels finger tips.
with IV and Vessels mutual love for music, they hit it off pretty well.
after all three of them have now built a relationship with IV. IV just finally kinda connected the dots after watching how the three interact with each other. “are you guys a throuple?” is what iv asked when II grabbed their orders. “well we don’t put a name to it.. but i guess you could call it that?” is all II could say
ivy just blushed as he realized he had a chance to be with all of them. after talking to the Echos extensively while they all clean. the girls just decide to become IV’s wing man.
protag ivy my love
enjoy this shit, you never know i might make this a full fledged thing.
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surreal-duck · 1 year
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xmas live epilogue except i hworks-ify it again
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chiisana-lion · 8 months
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so much respect and admiration to people who can draw AND write hows it feel being able to dual wield like that
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angryducktimemachine · 2 months
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I'm thinking about trying to write down my thoughts on Watson being useless/useful in Sherlock Holmes stories and my take on it 🧍 unfortunately I'm shy and worried about not getting my point across but I'm at least considering giving it a try.
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shitpostingkats · 5 months
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It is deeply important that every fic I set in the dark world I acknowledge the (canon) fact that the most reliable way to get around is on the back of these bad boys
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