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#what a weird ask to wake up to
daydreamerwonderkid · 2 months
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when did you realize you were a lesbian?
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Mate, I think you got the wrong blog.
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mugentakeda · 2 months
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I still think abt it every now and then yk. Got me sitting here wondering if the figure reaching for zuko was azulon or ozai. fuck.
IT WAS OZAI!!! lu ten sees azulon as like. Well. anyone who has a weird elder or older adult relative in your family thats freakishly religious and always says really unhinged shit at random times and you want to stay away from them as much as possible but they keep insisting to sit by you or talk to you and then you have to pretend to be respectful and nice.
but lu ten sees ozai as a fucking opp. like he wouldnt piss on ozai if he was on fire. thats how deep that hatred goes. its so bad his brainwashed subconscious remembers it. and on top of hating ozai, as lu ten got older and started becoming suspicious of how he treated the kids and ursa, he started getting weirdly hypervigilant?? and like he felt like he had to keep his guard up Always. started memorizing footsteps and getting agitated when he has to be out of the palace for longer than 1 (one) hour but then getting nervous on the way BACK to the palace because What If Ozai Exploded The Palace And The World Ended And You Will Die In The Next Five Seconds. or something.
and because lu ten knew ozai was smart he was always afraid that ozai knew what was up and would like… do something. and lu ten wouldnt be able to control it. idk. lu ten just genuinely tweaks when it comes to ozai and that dream is his instincts and soul and heart and everything but his brain screaming at him at full volume to GO HOME NOW RIGHT NOW!!!!111
but then he wakes up as liuju again and hes like man what the hell was that. And hes unsettled for weeks because vivid dreams like that are never for no reason
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springb0nnie · 10 months
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MXES? 🥺
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ceo of never drawing characters how they look in canon
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damn... kinda mad i didn't die in my dream last night... could've added another method to the list
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seariii · 4 months
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Hum...
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softquietsteadylove · 2 months
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Proposal AU
Thena takes care of a very exhausted Gil!
Something sweet and soft 🤭
Gil groaned, trying to turn his face away from the light.
"It's almost over."
He blinked, finding his nose buried in a head of blonde brighter than sunshine. He could have just nestled in further, which was damn tempting of course. But he groaned, adjusting in the...hammock?
"You know, you're actually quite lucky," Thena continued in a whisper. Her fingers ran through his hair. "Had I not joined you here, I'm sure your mother or sisters would have no trouble awakening you for what is actually our own party. But with me in here as well, everyone thinks we're too wrapped up in pre-marital snuggling to bother you."
"You're doing an awful lot of talking for someone determined to let me sleep."
She gave his cheek a poke. "I know very well you're awake. You stopped snoring."
"I do not snore," he grumbled, moving his head so she could pull away and look at him. He pouted.
"You snore a little," she broke it to him gently at least, poking his lip back into place. "But I'll forgive you because you're so exhausted."
He yawned completely reflexively, but he at least pressed it into the shoulder of her cardigan. "How long?"
"A couple of hours."
That scared him. He jolted, not that it did much in their hanging basket arrangement. "No."
Thena nodded, though, confirming the statement that had sent fear shooting through him. "Just over two hours, assuming I found you relatively close to when you fell asleep."
"Thena, no," he groaned again, attempting to drown himself in the fabric suspending them off the ground. "No, no, no--my mom worked her ass off for this party, I can't have been asleep for that long."
"Sh," Thena hushed him from those soft lips again. She was being awfully tender with him. "I told her that I was the one who lulled you into sleep. If anyone is to blame, it's me."
He whimpered, though. "I'm a bad son."
"On the contrary," she had the nerve to laugh at him when he was upset. "You are the son who cooked every morsel of food at this party. If you happened to spend most of it in a hammock with your own fiance, I can't imagine she would have anything to say about it."
Well, she had a point. He did cook all of the food. And Ajak was always telling him to try and relax - with Thena - more. He sighed again, unfolding his arms from around himself and resting one over the curve of Thena's waist. "Guess I can't argue with that."
"You haven't missed much," she informed him. "Ajak announced how pleased she was for us."
Gil snorted, pulling Thena closer to him as a breeze rocked the hammock faintly. "That wasn't what she said when I first told her. Nearly took my ear off demanding to know why I hadn't said anything until now."
"You have a lovely family, Gil."
He opened his eyes again to look at the woman in the hammock with him. Some of their relatives had arrived early for this party. They were distant, some more family friends than anything. But it was certainly an escalation to their little lie. They were having to do couple-y things more often. A 'love you' here, a 'missed you' there. A brush of his hand over her shoulder--that kind of thing. He smiled, "are you actually in here avoiding them?"
Thena didn't deny it, which was basically a confirmation. She slid her hands up his chest and nestled her head closer again, approaching a position to tuck it under his chin. "Your mother knows a staggering number of people."
Gil chuckled, tucking her against him so she wouldn't have to close the gap herself. She happily accepted his invitation, practically settling into him like a cat in a sunbeam. "Sorry I left you to handle them all yourself."
"I gave up rather quickly," she lamented. "Said I had to find you to ask you something for the wedding. It worked to help me avoid anyone for nigh on half an hour."
"We're both bad hosts."
"Indeed," Thena agreed, not seeming all that upset about it. She sighed, her hot breath hitting his throat. "I'll apologise to your mother later."
"I'm pretty sure you can do no wrong in her eyes," he assured her. He had just had a pretty solid nap, but it was way too comfortable to continue lying there with Thena to even think about trying to roll out of the swaying hammock. "You'll be her first daughter-in-law. To her only son, no less. An eldest son I'm pretty sure she was getting worried wouldn't be settling down at all."
"Hm."
"Hey," he called to her before she could slide down that slippery slope of regret. He rubbed small circles in her back, "don't worry about it."
She didn't say anything else, but one of her hands slipped around his side and to his back, clutching a fistful of his shirt. She pressed her face into his shoulder.
He sighed, ready to settle into sleep again, feeling the familiar position of Thena cuddled up to him. He was nearly there when he heard a grating voice getting closer and closer.
"Yoohoo!--lovebirds?"
Gil kept his eyes closed, not in the mood for his showboat cousin who probably wanted to make some dramatic speech about them or drag him up in front of everyone.
"Gil, mom's lookin' for you!"
Thena stirred but he cradled the back of her head with his hand and held the small of her back. "It's a trap."
She puffed out some air at his joke before whispering, "diabolical."
"Very," he whispered back, eyes still closed.
"Here they-oh!"
Gil resisted the urge to tell his brother - in every way that mattered - to fuck off and not wake his fiance. He held Thena firmly, determined to appear asleep.
"It's so sweet!"
"Let them rest, you two--Makkari, put the stick down!"
His youngest sister was no doubt about to poke him in the face with it. His sweet and elegant mother had raised a bunch of animals.
He only cracked his eyes open when he heard them padding away, complaining why he got to skip out on the party duties, like entertaining guests and cleaning up as things started coming to a close.
"We can't sleep in here all night, you know."
"Why not?" he grinned, immediately pulled back into the little world that was the high sides of the hammock bending around his weight. "It's comfy."
"I would hardly call this lumbar support," she argued, although he was pretty sure she wasn't that far from dozing off herself. "And what if it rains?"
"We're in the trees, it's fine," he laughed. They weren't exactly in the depths of the wooded area surrounding the house, but they were away from everything else enough that they weren't the easiest to find in here.
"Gil," she scolded, but made no attempt to get up, or even separate herself from him.
"Mom wouldn't let that happen," he reassured, although it made her go quiet again. "Fine, just a few more minutes."
"Five, not a second more."
"Deal," he smiled. She sounded like she did when they were at work. It felt so far away, they'd been here so long. Not that they didn't deserve the break. And Thena had even more paid time off than he did. He was pretty sure she never took a day off.
Unless she was sick. In which case he would rush home from work and cook up his most healing chicken soup and noodles for her.
Thena didn't stir as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. If anything, she nestled closer to him, "five minutes."
"Five minutes," he repeated, moving his lips down her cheek, closer to her lips. He didn't close the distance quite yet, but Thena didn't pull herself away either. And he didn't need the next five minutes to make his decision.
It was chaste, just the barest brushing of lips against lips. It was like a peck. Thena didn't make any sudden moves or any sounds at all. Only she could lie perfectly still and straight postured in a hammock. "Was that your attempt at bartering?"
He grinned, their heads still too close to really see each other, breath mixing and lips twitching to meet again. "Depends if it worked."
"No."
"Fine," he conceded, moving his hands to her cheeks. He gave her another little peck before she tucked herself into the crook of his neck again. This was just another couple-y thing to add to the list, apparently. Not that he minded.
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liquidstar · 2 months
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As I'm writing little practice excerpts for my oc projects I realize that before I can even think of making anything truly cohesive I need to properly plan out a timeline. One exists in my head of course but I need to iron out the creases. Does anyone know any good websites for making timelines like this?
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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 months
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#had an interesting conversation with my sister the other day. odd i guess bc my sister is pretty smart#on paper shes smarter than me. or at least less dyslexic than me#but she didnt seem to kno what cancer is. i mean like how it works. i mean. cancer is a mistake. a confluence of unfortunate accidents#leading to unrestrained cellular growth. when it metastasizes. when it moves to other parts of the body. those same cells continue growing#if u have smooth muscle cancer and it moves to your kidney. you body is trying to grow more smooth muscle on your kidney#at least as i understand it. and she asked why it wants to kill you. it doesnt want anything. it just is. its not a thing of malicious#intent. its neutral. it grows. it takes up resources. it takes up space. and it grows and grows until the organ it grows on stops#functioning properly. like a parasite she said. but no. not like a parasite. it grows like an empty space. a mass of flesh. a constant#obstructive pressure. it grows like only a tumor can. i dunno. it didnt seem to connect with her that this thing didnt want to kill our mom#but it did anyway. and she felt weird about how long she lived after they took her off any support. but thats how cancer kills#it stops an organ from functioning and most of those r important so it only takes one. so her heart kept beating for 12 more hrs bc it was#meant to beat for 40 more years. but not much it could do without working kidneys and without working blood#but that's life. that's death. that's nature. its all nutral even if it feels horrible to the individual.#i dunno. i thought it was interesting. shes 25 and her mother had cancer for 10 years so id think shed kno more#we're at a weird phase now bc its been a week since she died and everything feels normal. we'll see what happens at the wake this week#its been interesting for sure bc she was sick for 10 years but my parents didnt prepare at all for her to die#so my dad is scrambling to put together the pieces shr left behind to make sure that all the bills r paid and whatnot. he had to guess her#computer password. she didnt tell us what she wanted us to have. she didnt tell us the importance of her jewelry and who it belonged to#before her. i dunno. we're seeing the outline of my mothers Pathology in what she left behind. both in the physical objects and in the#feelings she imparted. i dunno. its been weird#unrelated
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theyhitthepentagon · 10 months
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Saw one of yer posts. as the person who drew the frenrey tickle, I am so sorry you know I unleashed that onto the world. You may shoot bullets at me. (I got so scared)
im only half joking when i saw most of my friends would not be who we are today without your frenrey tickles. i could never shoot bullets at you. youre a hero
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ghostypetrainer · 2 years
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Crack au where Ingo wasn't taken to the past. Lady Sneasler, one of the last of her kind, takes one look at him and like in many other fics and aus just decides that's hers now. He's trapped in her den for like six months before someone stumbles across it and spreads the news that Ingo didn't die or run away, he was just adopted against his will. They manage to rescue him but Lady Sneasler refuses to give up to the point that they just let her make a room in their apartment into a new den.
LMAO, the man just straight up gets kidnapped by Lady Sneasler. She just sees this train conductor one day and is like. ah yes. perfect babysitter material for my babies and just knocks him out and carries him all the way back to her nest. Except she hit him too hard and now he has amnesia so he just accepts being this odd long Sneasel’s babysitter as his lot in life. This makes perfect sense.
Emmet is just. without words when he finds out what actually happened. His brother has just been living in this nest out in the wilderness for months, taking care of baby Sneasel? That’s not a kidnapping. That’s a vacation.
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du-hjarta-skulblaka · 2 months
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It occurs to me that my overall mood being low lately may have something to do with that fact it is 5pm and I havent eaten yet, and that this is fairly regular these days
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daddyn3xus · 6 months
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is it strange being horny if you are a virgin ? 🤔
Gdkhshfjjf no?? Pretty sure libido has nothing to do with whether you're a virgin or not
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dykexenomorph · 7 months
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I just realized something:
The Red Room was a reading room for Olivia, a game room for Steve, a family room for Shirley, a dance room for Theo, and a tree house for Luke.
They never once show or mention a room Nell has to herself, even though she's arguably the most connected to the House besides Olivia. She only asks for presents for her siblings. She only writes about the others. She's always there for everyone else. And she never gets anything in return.
UR MIND. AUGH. pov hill house can't give you anything bc all you've ever wanted was for your siblings to be happy. god. god.
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augustonly · 1 year
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Hear me out... pre-series body swap between Dean & John... John waking up in Dean's body with Sammy sleeping basically on top of him, bare legs tangled together. Dean waking up on the side of the road where John pulled over to sleep after a hunt.
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multishipper-baby · 28 days
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This is really stupid but the idea of Fred doing Fox's surgery is so funny to me for no reason.
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pastafossa · 2 years
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“If your heart was calm, then he was safe. And if you were here, he was home.”
Pasta how actually dare you
I dare. Oh, how I dare. 😈😈😈
Wrote that line and was just like
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gosh if hearing her heart and having her there means safe and being at home, i sure do hope nothing will happen later like a building drop that separates them, cause that'll be so heartwrenching
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