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#this is so silly lmao
aintmyjewelry · 2 months
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the disney+ categories they added???
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niinnyu · 7 months
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Bonding over food, excellent.
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Thank you for this @galaxynajma :D:D
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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months
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Hey girlie, I'm such a big fan of yours!! I think your work is PHENOMENAL, like IM LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH EVERYTIME YOU POST. So, the other day, me and my baby cousin were watching Frozen. And you know how there is this one big sweet guy that got mad because he got offended (I think his name is Oaken? You can look him up) and I IMMEDIATELY thought of König. Imagine him having his own little wooden shop( like that man from Frozen) up in the cold Alps, and one day, our dear Engel comes through the door, shivering from the big snow storm outside, saying that she's seeking shelter at least until the storm outside subsides. What would König do?
Omg this is just another cabin König to me! But with a pinch of silliness 🧚🏼‍♀️
Guy wanted some solitude after failing in life big time, he has no interest in socializing (or so he tells himself at night), he’s perfectly happy here in the middle of nowhere with no one to hold close his heart when there’s a blizzard outside…
Even hot chocolate tastes better alone, yeah, and ski trips are nice when you can set the pace yourself and admire the mountains with no one in sight. It’s not like he ever imagined a cute girl beside him on those warm sunny days when the snow looks like gelato and glitter, just the sort of thing he'd wrestle her into and then steal a kiss...
Nor does he miss the sound of soft, light-hearted giggle as he skis downhill to his cabin and heats up the sauna, wondering how lucky he is that there’s so few customers here and all of them are men. Otherwise he would have to be careful when he’s walking around in nothing but a towel–
The bell chimes, and someone comes in, of course it’s a woman, the first woman he’s seen in these parts or in his little shop ever. And here he is, sheened in sweat... Wearing only a thin white towel about his waist, the linen already wet and clinging to his thighs from the heat of the sauna.
There's an actual woman standing inside his humble tradepost, looking like a creature born from wind and snow, like a little Christmas tree decoration that has frosting all over it.
Cute little lips, a kissable mouth; that’s the first thing he notices on her, and he never thought of kissing Christmas decorations before… Men usually look like ice devils when they arrive inside his hut, but this little lady only looks like a winter night’s spirit, a little confused and lost. Her spirit eyes are glued to his junk before they rise to meet his softening stare, and who can blame her for staring when the first thing she sees upon coming in is a half naked man?
“Uh, welcome,” he manages to say while his cock gives a happy little jump under the towel as well, giving its own excited welcome to this woman.
She'd not dressed properly at all for a weather like this – why anyone would insist on wearing a dress in these temperatures is beyond him, but if he was her, uhm, brother or father, he would never have allowed her to go outside without proper winter gear.
Poor thing looks like she’s freezing to death, the bottom half of her dress coated in crystalline snow. If he had known that this lady was out there, trying to get somewhere warm, he would’ve come to her rescue at once…
“Um. Are you the shop owner…?” She asks delicately, still hugging herself from the attempt to stay warm.
“Yes. I mean, no... Uh… This is a trading post,” he stutters with his words, as if talking to women was somehow completely different than talking to men.
She furrows her brows and examines his body again, not at all interested in the items he has in stock. No woman has ever seen him in this state, no woman has ever looked at him like he’s the item here. She looks like she’s not sure if she wants to buy him or not.
“There’s also a sauna,” he says with a hint of pride in his voice, because he is damn well proud to have such luxury here. “Do you want to come…?”
“Do I want to come to the sauna…? With you?”
“No, I mean, you can go by yourself. It’s free of charge for the ladies.”
Such brazen discount he came up with just now, desperately wanting for her to stay. Besides, she needs the warmth after whatever adventure she’s been through. It would not be gallant to charge her for warming herself and getting that dress dry.
He wonders how she would look like in one of his woolen shirts. She would have to wear his clothes after the sauna, of course, he has no spare women’s clothing here. He will have to remember to be apologetic about it while presenting her with his clothes, secretly hoping they will catch her scent once she snuggles safely inside them and thanks him for everything he's done for her so far... She would probably look the cutest in his dark green knit, or the midnight blue one...
“Oh,” she says, slowly warming up to his offering. His cock is more than half hard by now, and he clasps his hands in front of it, trying to feign the movement as a casual posture shift although he’s anything but casual and relaxed.
And she’s not easy to trick; he might as well have pulled the towel away and shown her his cock in all its glory. She eyes his covered erection with a cat-like curiosity, a small little smile playing on her lips. Long lashes reveal a playful stare, slowly melting under the dim lamps of the cabin.
“I mean, of course you can come with me, if you want…”
Shit... That just came out of his mouth even if he tried to swallow the words. The inviting smile on her lips starts to quiver: she’s stifling a laugh, she’s giggling at him.
A flush rises on his cheeks, he can feel it, the erection now jumping against his palm, wildly and demandingly, as if wanting to join her in her mirth.
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anomalousvortex · 3 months
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silly dw headcanon: after a few months of domestic bliss, donna notices a distinct Scottishness™ creeping into fourteen's voice. over the next few months they figure out that ten and fourteen's english accent comes out when they're stressed (which is always) and the tennants actually have a natural scottish accent. this is a surprise most of all to fourteen, who realises they've never relaxed a day in their life. donna promptly books a spa weekend for them both (with absolutely no midnight callbacks whatsoever) and orders the doctor to chill the fuck out for once. the next day she finds fourteen lounging in a kilt and smiles
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reinvent-and-believe · 6 months
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7 for Roy x Jamie. Also, I adore your writing! ❤
7. love at first sight
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“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Georgie says, looking at the pair of them from across the dinner table with a crooked little grin that means trouble, a grin Roy’s intimately acquainted with on a slightly different face. “Love at first sight, weren’t it?”
“Mummy.” Jamie is the palest Roy’s ever seen. “Do not.”
“Don’t be rude to your mum,” Roy scolds, his full attention fixed on that familiar grin. He rests his arms on the table and leans in. “What were you saying, Georgie?”
“Well look at you, coming to my defense,” she teases. “Can you believe it, my Jamie ending up with such a gentleman?”
“It’s lovely to see,” says Simon, setting a tray of fresh cookies down on the table and giving Roy a genuine little smile.
Roy doesn’t know much about Simon; Jamie’s not talked about their history, other than to hint that a teenage Jamie Tartt was as much of a fucking terror as one might imagine and Simon was a prime target. But Roy likes him. Likes how he looks at Georgie like she hung the fucking moon. Likes how easily his love extends to Jamie.
“Mummy.” Jamie’s blushing now, a deep, fast-spreading red. It strikes Roy, not for the first time, that Jamie’s fucking gorgeous when he blushes. 
“Love at first sight? Is that what you said?” Roy asks.
Jamie elbows him. “You ain’t helping.”
Fuck football, this is Roy’s favorite game now. “Who says I’m trying to?”
“Right then.” Georgie winks at Roy as Jamie rubs his forehead. “It must have been, what? 2006? When did you move to Chelsea, Roy?”
“2005."
“2005.” She nods. “Chelsea were here playing City, so of course we had it on telly. And all the announcers could talk about the whole game was the new hot player at Chelsea, making quite a name for himself after only a few games. So of course the camera cut to him over and over, I swear half the game was a closeup on Roy Kent.”
“Mummy, you have got to stop,” Jamie groans.
“This one,” she reaches across the table and pats Jamie’s hand, even as he scowls, “was all of eight years old. You might be a gentleman, Roy Kent, but you’re also a bit of a cradle robber, aren’t you?”
It’s Roy’s turn to freeze. “Right.”
“I’m 25 years old, Mum, I’m fucking grown,” Jamie huffs in an exasperated voice that sounds suddenly 15.
“Of course you are, love.” Her smile loses its bite, fond and soft. “I think you’re lovely together and I’m thrilled for you two, swear down. But I am gonna give this one shit about the fact that he and I would have been in school at the same time and you were eight when he got his big break.”
“Fucking hell,” Jamie says as Roy says, “Fair enough.”
“So Jamie was just a tiny thing, sat in front of the telly as close as he could get, eyes wide. After the first half, he stood up and looked at me with that little look he gets. You know the one. When he’s made his mind up about something and you’ll be wasting your breath if you try and stop him.”
“I know the one.” Roy puts a hand on Jamie’s knee and squeezes gently.
“He turned to me and said”—she pauses for dramatic effect before starting the recitation—“‘when I grow up, I’m gonna be a pretty footballer like Roy Kent.’”
Jamie buries his head in the curve of Roy’s neck. “This is not a cute story,” he insists.
“Keep telling yourself that, love,” Georgie coos sympathetically. “And so began the Roy Kent years. What does he ask for for his birthday? A Roy Kent poster. What do we have to get when we check out at the shop? That magazine with Roy Kent on the cover. What’s he want for Christmas? A Chelsea kit, for Christ’ sake.”
“Now, Georgie, you’ll embarrass him,” Simon chides mildly.
“Yeah, that ship has fucking sailed, man,” Jamie pouts. “When Roy leaves me because he thinks I’m a fucking stalker, it’s gonna be all your fault, Mummy, is that something you want to live with?”
Georgie shakes her head, laughing. “Roy, you’re not allowed to leave Jamie over my cute story. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“I’m just saying,” she says, sitting back and looking at her son with a love so palpable it makes Roy ache, “it’s not like this is exactly a surprise. If anyone knows how to go after what they want, it’s my Jamie.”
It’s fucking weird, hearing about little Jamie’s crush, but it's not like he didn't know most of it, and it's not like they’ve ever really had the most normal of relationships; Roy accepted that pretty early on. He puts an arm around Jamie, smiling when he immediately curls into Roy. “Well, I think you set your sights too low,” he says with a gentle brush of the lips against Jamie’s temple. “You turned out to be a way prettier footballer than Roy Kent.”
“Uh, yeah, obviously,” Jamie scoffs, rolling his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitches towards a grin as he pulls Roy into a kiss.
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lucid-bug · 4 months
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Vampires throw… killer parties 🍄
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back2dyoung · 6 months
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i just saw this at the theatre, maybe Billy need our help
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eve-is-obsessed · 4 months
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tune in soon to my "depressed Moiraine and trying-his-best Lan hanging out" sorority AU one-shot, featuring a scene in which Lan tries to get Moiraine to eat some terrible pizza. coming soon to an ao3 near you!
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shmeemsy · 5 months
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She let me hit bc I can write her name in Draconic
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punkk-draws · 2 years
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Draw Spamton in a dress 🔫 /lh /nf
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*sighs* as you wish
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fluffyfurry6663 · 2 years
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Six on the trampoline lol
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madame-mongoose · 2 years
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YOUR DRYWALL
IT IS FORFEIT
C R U N C H
-you should already know who this is but if not, hi, i ate ya drywall
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Anon... You're gonna get sick 😰
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socks-pawn · 2 years
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so i was trying to think of a dick pun for doctaur and all i got was dick doctor, and now i can't stop imagining him in some crappy medical porn where he's acting as ren's doctor... 💖
“Oh no, your dick is broken! I’m prescribing you blow jobs~”
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theharlotofferelden · 8 months
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Genuinely loved the experience of being at camp for the first time and seeing all the companions with their tits out like they're all gonna go clubbin or some shit
Then there’s Gale
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Who's just. So utterly swagless that his clothes smell like dusty old books. My man doesn't give a fuck about the drip he's getting his ass ready for bed
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i cant stop thinking about a magical girl AU for my OCs and now im like. magical girl AU macbeth.
vague ideas:
blood-covered macbeth post-magical-transformation standing over dead duncan
all of the guys are in madoka magical dresses and all of the ladies are in saint seiya armor. not for any themes or anything i just want to put lady macbeth in armor and put macduff in a dress
no one but lady macbeth knows about macbeth's powers/outfit because he never transforms in front of anyone (yknow the whole. hypermasculinity thing.)
macbeth has ice powers. he kills duncan with an icicle or something. malcolm has water powers. framing the princes only gets easier lmao
i think duff would have fire powers and banquo gets earth powers
lady macbeth adopting more and more layers of armour until she's fully suited up with a helmet that blocks her face and everything, representing her dissembling and stuff
"the queen, my lord, is dead." and macbeth looks over at the full suit of plate armour on the bed and is like ",,,is that truly her, beneath all that?" idk idk
lady macduff with sword and shield and armor defending her children.... crying. sobbing, even
malcolm making the trees move by manipulating the water in the xylem (you know i gotta have malcolm directly responsible for the wood literally coming to dunsinane. i have to.)
the first time duff sees macbeth transformed is during their act 5 fight. their outfits are exactly the same with mirrored colour palettes.
no one is safe. magical girl duncan
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forecast0ctopus · 4 days
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AN-TI-BO-DIES
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