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last-hourglass · 1 year
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🎵DANCE FUCKER DANCE🎵 🎵NO HE NEVER HAD A CHANCE🎵
listen I know I promised Rasputin Cowboy Dance Leon on the caveat that he won the @rottmntpeepawpolls against @kathaynesart’s Replica BUT CONSIDER: we all had fun therefor y’all get to enjoy bathrobe swag peepaw anyway ❤️❤️❤️
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iiloffy · 1 month
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ask2pame · 21 days
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// i've been around for most of the fandom and it's phases and i can tell you confidently that 2015 was probably the worst time
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cerise-on-top · 4 months
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Hii!! :3
First of all, LOVE YOUR BLOG!!Your writing is so good!! May I request Rodolfo Parra x reader who is touchy? Like, they won’t if he doesn’t like it, but it’s a safety thing, like him being taller than me (even not by much) makes me secure, feeling his arm muscles to know he can protect me, holding his hand until he pulls away.
thank you!! :3
I don't think you understand the extent to which my Rodolfo is touch starved, he really wants a hug, and the ones that Alejandro give him don't really cut it, at all! Mans wants to be hugged and cuddled, so this is sort of just ideal to him!
Rodolfo with a Touchy!Reader
In all honesty, he’s hit the jackpot with you if you’re a touchy person. While he may not initiate too much physical touch himself in fear of coming off as clingy and annoying, he’s actually so touch starved, it’s unreal. If there weren’t some mental barriers there, then he’d absolutely love to touch and cuddle you whenever he could. Would love to kiss you, would love to hold you. He’s one of the biggest cuddlebugs on the planet in theory, but in practice he’s holding himself back due to the aforementioned reasons. However, he has no qualms whatsoever if you’re the one touching him, in fact, he’ll revel in it for as long as he can, or until you pull away. He gets a bit sad when you do, but he knows you’ve got better things to do as well from time to time.
Please do hold onto his arm when you’re walking somewhere, it makes him feel like the stronger guy out of the two of you. He just wants to make sure you feel safe and sound with him, and if he can accomplish just that? Heaven on earth, literally. Hold his hand, he’ll squeeze it every once in a while to make sure you know he’s still with you. You can even give him a hug in public where everyone can see you, he’ll shield you with his entire body and make sure to catch every single bullet that could come flying at you. While he’s not too big of a fan of kissing in public, thinking such a thing should be reserved for when the two of you are alone, he loves feeling your lips on him just about anywhere. Wanna kiss his cheek? His forehead? His lips? He’ll give you twice as many kisses back.
From time to time he might get a bit overwhelmed with all the affection, that’s when you might want to tone it down a bit. When he’s just downright pissed at someone or something, he’s less prone to being cuddly, but he’ll calm down eventually. Distract him, help him, give him some loving words, and he’ll be back to his usual self. Once he’s calmed down he might be a bit tired from all those emotions, so he might want some cuddles. Likely won’t ask for them, but he knows you’re always eager to cuddle him anyway.
While he does love holding something, or someone, when relaxing, nothing, to him, feels better than being held. That’s his guilty pleasure, being the little spoon, but you won’t catch him dead admitting that. In fact, he won’t even hint at wanting to be such, but he would absolutely never turn you down when you offer. Feeling your warmth against his back is nice, doesn’t matter if you can wrap yourself around him entirely or if you’re a backpack, he just wants to feel protected for once too. However, if something ever were to happen, then he’s the first to jump into action and beat the living daylights out of anyone who dares to intrude on such a sacred moment.
Hell, you can even put your head in his lap. He’ll lovingly stroke your back or your head, looking completely lovestruck at you. It’s a major sign of trust for him, especially when you’re slowly dozing off. Won’t move an inch if you do and will just continue to pat your hair, staring at you instead of the tv monitor. If you want, you can also adjust him so his head is in your lap instead, he would never say no to that either. In fact, if he’s comfortable enough, he might nuzzle into your hand, realize what he’s doing and get a bit embarrassed. He usually feels the need to be the big, strong man in your relationship, that he really shouldn’t be showing so much weakness, but how could he resist your tender, gentle touch when it’s right there? Showing you a glimpse of how touch starved he is is just about one of the most mortifying things out there, but he can’t help it. It simply feels so good.
He absolutely adores the fact he can make you feel safe. Again, he won’t really initiate much physical contact himself, but he will stand fairly close to you so you may, if you feel like it, just grab his hand and swing it around a bit as you’re walking around. You can lean into him, there’s a chance he might wrap an arm around you to make sure you won’t fall over. He loves that he can be your support system in a way that makes him happy as well. You get to touch him, he gets to be touched, it’s the most perfect symbiotic relationship out there.
At the end of the day, you both get to feel safe and sound with one another, because of your presence and because of your love. You protect each other and make sure the other is thriving, what thing in this world could possibly be more pure than that?
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nighty-amy · 3 months
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leenaur143 · 24 days
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🥹😭🤧 Park Seong Hwa, the man that you are ❤️
How can one person have such beautiful words to say to people he hasn't even met yet and still be so genuine and caring towards? 😭🤧 they captioned the letter with the opening line of 'To everyone I love,' and i started bawling at that but then reading the actual thing I lost any sense of composure because he is so KIND MAN 😭
But seeing you cheering up after being comforted by me before, smiling brightly at trivial stories, wondering about my day, worrying about my well-being, and giving me love for no reason as if it was natural, ATINY, I will bring happiness to your life. I'm so happy that I can do it. Maybe my greatest gift is you.
READ THAT LINE AGAIN 😭 TELL ME YOURE NOT GETTING THE FLIPPING TISSUES OUT NOW 😭 My heart is so warm rn
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nylwnder · 4 months
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just saw the new blueprint dont look at me im actually shedding tears
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carterthefrog · 3 months
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catch me rereading the fellowship of the ring and not getting half a chapter in before crying at 8 pm on a sunday night over hobbits giving other people gifts on their own birthdays
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dent-de-leon · 1 year
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If you are considering prompts, how about a widomauk with:
4. “Would you like a hug?”
Hi!! Oh thank you, this is such a sweet prompt and it works so well for widomauk
Molly looks like he’s just fallen into a deep sleep. Wildflowers bloom to life all around him, sprigs of bluebells and unfurling ferns and blossoms of moonflower beside morning glory. Until he’s laying on a flowerbed, peacefully resting in a sea of verdant greenery. 
Caleb can’t help thinking of childhood fairytales. Stories of royalty charmed into eternal sleep, denizens of the fey born among flowering fields. A prince or princess locked away, caged by a nightmarish monster. A cursed spirit finally set free.
Here in all this ruin and decay, Molly is glowing and radiant, surrounded by new life. So ethereally beautiful, he seems unreal. Like a dream. His hair falls in long flowing curls, threaded with budding blooms of soft baby blue, delicate petals unfurling in his lovely violet locks, spilling over the spirals of his ram horns. 
They all watch with bated breath, congregating around their long lost friend. A chorus of gasps and soft sighs as Molly begins to stir; his tail flicking idly, swishing to and fro. He twists and turns in aborted little movements, fidgeting as he slowly comes to wake, caught in this strange patch of sun and the scent of a calm ocean breeze, cradled safely in the Wildmother’s embrace. 
Dark lashes flutter. Brilliant red eyes finally open and Mollymauk Tealeaf looks at the world again for the first time in the longest time. Once upon a time--
That spark of Molly’s life thrumming under Caleb’s hands, resonating with his very soul. Pouring an endless wellspring of tumultuous magic and emotion into this one spell, this last chance. Molly’s heart beating faintly in time with Caleb’s own, their souls inexorably bound as he wills this infernal blood to flow. Daring the Matron to just try and take him—He’s ours. And he’s coming home. A fervent promise. A crushed stone and tearful kiss. Kneeling over Molly’s still, lifeless form and wishing he had anything left to give. 
It’s chilling, to lose Molly’s last shard of a soul like this. His light snuffed out in the empty carcass of a dead empire, one more lost soul claimed by the wrath of the gods and hubris of wizards. To fade away into nothing here in the dark, banished to the astral sea, so far from the light of his beloved moon. Alone. Empty. 
When his Transmuter stone was alight with the soft glow of arcana and hope, Caleb swears he could see Molly bathed in the light of full moon, lucent and beautiful. A ghost of his still lingering soul, or else a vision sent by the gods to torment him. And if he strains his ears, he can just barely hear that familiar, haunting voice, Molly singing softly to soothe his anguished heart.
“For the dead yellow king, a throng came and song. On the longest day of rain, he would rise again. Long, long may he reign."
Molly stumbles forward, wobbly and wide-eyed in wonder as a newborn faun, and Yasha’s strong, steady arms are there to catch him, holding him tight as he takes his first fumbling steps back into the world. 
“Molly. Mollymauk Tealeaf.” 
They all hold their breath, time suspended in a single moment that stretched on for all eternity. A soft cry, a sharp intake of breath. And then, in the gentlest voice, so soft and full of tortured longing, “Love.” 
Everything was worth it, just for this. For Yasha’s sob of relief that breaks off in a warbling laugh, for Molly’s own breathless chuckle as she wraps him up in a warm embrace, holds him tight and vows to never let go. From there it's all a rush, a flurry of tears and laughter as they all embrace Mollymauk.
Caleb is spellbound. He simply can’t look away as Molly spins around and tilts his head up at the starscape shimmering above, tail swishing in glee. Eyes twinkling with mirth as he watches Jester dance around drawing ornate silks in midair. 
Caleb can hardly breathe. He’d just kissed him, lost in the moment of gutting, grievous pain and guilt ridden grief. But now that Molly is here, awake, he finds himself too afraid to reach for him. As though Molly’s soul might slip away at any moment. As if the spell would be broken by his touch. 
He holds himself back. He is content to watch, to let the others have their moment with the dear friend they all lost. They are—more deserving, certainly. Caleb has no right or claim to Molly’s attention, not when they were never particularly close to begin with. Not when he did not even have the courage to present his own offering at the ritual—not when it was his magic that failed Mollymauk when he desperately needed him most.
All that time, that wasted effort, pouring every ounce of sheer willpower into that ritual, channeling all the arcane power he’d painstakingly honed since childhood, and still, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. He gave everything, and he was still too weak to many any difference. 
He is happy just to have this chance to see Mollymauk wake again, to hear his warm burst of laughter and watch their little family all flock to embrace him. It is enough of a joy to admire the tiefling from a distance, to bask in that spark of light he always carried with him. 
He doesn’t need anything else. 
But then Molly turns and meets his gaze from across the Astral Sea, gleaming red eyes shining bright. He starts forward, just a step, hand cautiously outstretched—reaching for him, of all people. 
Caleb’s heart seizes. 
Yasha is there beside her tiefling still, angelic wings enfolding him in soft feathers and ethereal light, sheltering him from the wreckage of Lucien’s decaying husk in this city of bones.
She catches it, that moment that passes between them, enthralling and electric. Yasha, who had fallen to her knees beside Caleb only moments before, choking back tears as she begged him to do something, anything, to save him—
When Molly hesitates, Yasha gives his hand a reassuring little squeeze.
“It’s okay,” she says, promises. But it’s Caleb she’s looking in the eye, her gentle voice just loud enough to reach him. “Go on.”
It's all the encouragement Molly needs. He gently pads forward barefoot, tail swishing in glee, a slow smile spreading across his face. Long, sweeping folds of red velvet wrapped around him, the ostentatious red coat draped over his bony shoulders. Hands bunched up in the rich crimson fabric, reveling in the feel of something tactile and real.
Words fail Caleb, now that this gentle soul is standing proud before him. Now that he can finally see the warmth of Mollymauk's beaming smile again.
"I. Would...would you like a hug?" he babbles, eyes downcast and cheeks flushed, suddenly very aware of all the eyes on him, of Yasha's soft smile and Jester's delighted gasp.
He still doesn't trust that any of this is real.
But even as he falters, Molly crept closer, nestling into the crook of Caleb’s shoulder, settling into the solace of his still trembling arms. And when Caleb's breath caught, doleful eyes stinging with the blur of hot tears, the tiefling nuzzled into his neck, burying his face in the soft folds of a cozy scarf, sighing in sheer content. 
“Magician,” Molly murmurs, soft and bubbling with warmth. Then, nuzzling closer, eyes lighting up, “Magician!” 
Caleb can't help but chuckle softly as Molly reaches for him, claws gently skimming over the place where his heart lay.
"It is good to see you too, Circus Man."
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bahoreal · 6 months
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unpopular onion but i don't really gaf about halloween and tumblr is tiring asf for the entire month of october
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I had a realisation this morning about Pedro Pascal and the world's current obsession with him. So hear me out. It's good I promise.
I was scrolling through Insta and saw this post from a woman whose account is all romance and stuff with her boyfriend. And she was talking about how he intentionally made himself a safe space for her and how that actually makes her want him sexually more and how freeing it is for her as a sexual woman. Relationships with guys often feel transactional, they do the dishes because they want sex later, or massages always end up in sex, or whatever. By taking away that pressure and transactional nature you feel safe enough to express your desire more and whenever it hits instead of feeling like you have to because he initiated a transaction. The fluff, or even the crazy smut relationships that people write fanfiction about, these fictional guys are often written as safe spaces.
And that's where Pedro comes in, he feels like a safe space, like he would do a good thing for you without anything expected in return, like he would enjoy a cuddle without any pressure, he would defend yours and anyone else's honour at the drop of a hat. He's a very safe feeling guy. He respects people, he loves enormously and everyone who meets him says he's so lovely and sweet.
And THAT, is what people all over the internet are going crazy horny for. Because you ask people outside of it all and it's like oh he's not that attractive blah blah blah, but to those who have watched his interviews, gotten to know him through social media etc, he is such a safe space and that makes us fucking feral for the guy.
Ok, essay over. These are just my thoughts spurred from one realisation about relationships and just what a beautiful soul that man is.
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having spent some time today thinking about the complicated nature of publishing and what it means to be a writer etc. etc., i just have to say:
oh, how i love the fanfiction community and how lucky i feel to be part of it! the fact that people from all around the world read my writing every day and have for many years is such a blessing -- like the biggest dream that i had for my life is in fact already happening around me. there’s the feeling that you aren’t a ~real~ writer until you’re published and you’ve been published traditionally and successfully (i have sure been carrying this particular guilt around since i was in like elementary school, when everyone started telling me they were gonna be buying my books in a bookshop someday and i was like, “oh crap, better get started on that asap or i’m worthless!!!!”), but i am starting to realize that i have been fortunate enough to be able to share my writing with such a wonderful community for so long, who have been so warm and generous in their support of my silly words, and i’ve been able to delight so much in other people’s writing too. it’s just really lovely! yay fanfiction! thank you for one of my life’s greatest sources of joy and feeling seen!
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galaxyhanart · 2 years
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HI DOING SOME CABINET MAN RESEARCH BY GOING THROUGH THE WIKI AND DISCOVERED THIS CM! JAY ALSO DOES THIS OH MY GOD
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sparklepirate · 11 months
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Not Roran doing laundry and scolding Katrina for her internalized misogyny
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m-bennet · 1 year
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agent-tempest · 9 months
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Harry is a Half-blood. Pure blood father and muggleborn mother.
Albus is a Half-Blood. Pure blood father and muggleborn mother.
Tom is a Half-blood. Muggle father and pure-blood mother.
Severus is a Hlaf-blood. Muggle father and pure-blood mother.
Both Harry and Voldy are half-bloods but among them Harry is still more pure-blood than Voldy and I find it very funny
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