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tyciel · 7 days
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i hate them they should have died more miserably (reference below the cut)
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i don't watch k dramas or really tv at all. but i saw this picture of these guys from love mechanics? or whatever its called
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corpsoir · 1 year
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pink things
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totopopopo · 2 years
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Me voice I just don’t understand how I got sick. I’m relatively safe and careful. Guess that’s a mystery I’ll never solve. Anyways time to go back to the elementary school where I work with kids all day.
Me voice as I watch a nine year old happily gnawing on my key ring which she snatched out of my pocket a half hour ago, working it into a fine slather of saliva. Oh yeah.
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link-is-a-dork · 2 years
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hiwasseeriver · 1 year
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on my period and am having these awful pimples on my body and ive never had them on my period and i fucking hate them
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bellatrixmalfoy · 1 year
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"So once again we’re at an impasse."
"Not if you concede."
"Bella I just don’t see—"
"Then try harder, Lucius."
He shot her a look, and she knew it was time to leave the issue for the following day.
They’ll have to leave the map unrolled and taking up most of their drawing room table. Parchment, quills, and inkwells will be left scattered over it like a collage of notes and arrows and crossed-out ideas. They wouldn’t see the end of it tonight. If they’d been able to, they would’ve done it by now—it’s been hours. The Dark Lord will be met with an excuse—no, a detailed list of their strategies and the merits of each—tomorrow. That was all fine, all of that was no problem at all as soon as they’d reach the door out of this room.
Bellatrix and Lucius had reached this arrangement after one too many ‘work’ related arguments.
She wasn’t naive, if anyone knows what she is capable of, it’s herself. It doesn’t leave her alone. It is an itch that she wants to scratch so hard she’ll rip through the skin. It is an endless curiosity about the true amount of " raw power" everyone would warn about since she was a girl; the taste for blood that is entertained but never satiated. She knows that if she enters that door into the depths of herself there will be no going back. That’s why she needs Lucius, and why he’s meant to be hers.
Lucius would rather hang than have anything drive a wedge between Bella and himself—especially not Voldemort of all people.of course, it wasn’t only that… He saw how she’d get, the edge her voice would have, the madness threatening to overtake her irises. (Madness that made him obsess and worry over her in equal measure.) He empathised, to a certain degree, he understood her. But he’d put in too much effort to have her be his to have this take her from him.
Their hands found their way to each other, fingers laced together loosely. Lucius pushed on the tall oak door with this free hand, wincing a bit at the weight of it. Bella squeezed his hand weakly, suddenly noticing how dry her eyes had been as she yawned. They dragged their feet (scandalous! Her mother would say), down the hallway to their room, exhaustion replacing the earlier fervour. They dressed in silence for bed, a rarity for them but not unheard of. She curled into him as he tangled himself around her; slow, deep kisses and whispers only they could hear were exchanged, and sleep overtook them not long after.
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bleh1bleh2 · 9 months
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Just a little Post-Training Bonding
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shrimpchipsss · 2 months
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cumplane complain cumplane
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menace-behaviour · 10 months
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Thanks @anxieteandbiscuits for the idea
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palilious · 10 months
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the stinkies
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i HATE the gays! they DISCUSS me!!!
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crimeronan · 2 months
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i swear to god i've seen an exactly equivalent number of posts recently with the premises "it's gross to talk so much about how you wanna fuck trans people, can't you be normal about people you don't wanna fuck" and "it's gross to act like trans people are unfuckable and that we're only attractive as a fetish, actually i'm a girl with a great dick and it's fine" & i'm like. rubs my eyes. maybe the truth is that human experience is varied and different people wish to be desired/perceived/discussed in different ways and what's validating to one person feels yucky to another. maybe if someone's form of validation isn't for you then you don't need to immediately assume the worst faith possible interpretation of their words. i mean this in the most constructive way possible bc i do this too and i frequently look back at assumptions i made and realize i'm insane. Just Because It Felt Bad To You Doesn't Mean It Feels Bad To Everyone.
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lupeloto · 2 months
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"always watch you sleep" ficlet
hey i'm back with a disgustingly fluff-ridden, sweet, cheesy ficlet about them being gay and married and in love!
The air is still, a warmth settling over the room as the sunrise shines through the curtains directly onto the bed, hitting Mickey’s bare chest in a way that has Ian practically mesmerized.
Mickey lays flat on his back, comforter billowing loosely around his hips. Ian traces his finger slowly up-and-down Mickey’s torso, gaze not breaking from Mickey’s face, the curve of his nose and lips as the sun rays make their way up. He blinks slowly, not wanting to miss a minute of this moment.
Mickey breathes in steadily, “Jesus Gallagher,” he huffs, “Can I help you?” He peeks one eye open and shoots it over to his husband who wears a look of no shame.
Ian shoots a one-sided grin, never looking away or halting the calming movement of his finger tracing his husband’s skin. 
Mickey turns over to face Ian, rubbing his eyes lazily, “Watcha want creep?” He jokes, his hand moves to gently rub Ian’s shoulder. Ian digs further into the mattress and closer to Mickey, comforted by the coolness of the ring against his skin. 
“Always watch you sleep,” he says with a casual shrug. 
Mickey’s eyebrows go up, “S’that right?” He inches closer. 
“Only time I can look at you without you yapping about some ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer, gallagher.’” Ian mocks in his best Mickey voice, tilting his head playfully.
“Oh?” Mickey fakes offense, “You’re the one watchin’ me sleep and i’m catchin’ heat?” He flashes a grin that takes up his entire face, his cheeks lifting to hear his eyes are hidden and a light pink flushing his cheeks. Ian has never seen anything better than that. Nothing has ever been able to bring him back to earth, to ground him, to wash away every single anxiety or fret like that smile. He finds himself gazing dreamily again with a goofy grin of his own. 
“Jesus,” Mickey leans into him, burying his face in Ian’s bare chest, “Maybe you should take a fuckin’ picture.”
“What? I can’t look at you? I can't appreciate what I got?” Ian questions, playfully tackling Mickey, pinning him to the mattress. He kisses his cheek quickly before popping back up to meet his husband’s gaze. 
“Whatever, softie,” Mickey beams, lifting his head up to meet their lips for a long, slow kiss. He pulls back, bringing his hands to cup either side of Ian’s face, captivated by the gleam in his eyes before breaking free and tackling him onto his back, “My turn, Red.” He bites his lip, smashing his mouth against his husband’s as the sun rises higher, illuminating them both in a way that the other completely enthralled at the sight.
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rewritingcanon · 1 month
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marauders fans having to babify literal death eaters and make them ‘sad 🥺 and emo 🥺 and gay 🥺 and soft 🥺’ when cursed child fans have that in canon
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propertyofsamcollins · 6 months
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Sam and Darlin' both go into little rants and rambles about things they feel passionate about. And when they do it, the other just kinda stares at them with a lovesick, dopey look on thier face because they're so in love with one another.
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oceanwithouthermoon · 4 months
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the psychickers make saiki watch romantic killer and tease him cuz the protagonist is literally him if he didnt have esp
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