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nevertheless-moving · 2 months

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gnashing my teeth over vetinari and vimes in this au because you know what happens when you take 'not close but the closest another human can come to understanding me' and then give a thirty year headstart to the slower guy?

Harold, its just actually understanding . It's just understanding and being understood by another human, if only for brief, precious moments.

Sure vetinari understands vimes, that's not exceptional. (Except it is, it is, already so few knew him anymore, and now in the past again, having lost everything, everything - but this fresh faced dictator to be. This man who looks into people's souls and then gives vimes a double look).

But who really gets vetinari? Who else looks at children playing with garbage and sees the arteries of a world that could, must be? Who looks at pisstained ruins and sees the schools that will be built overlayed with every grueling step it will take to get there? Who's only weapon and only constraint is his own flesh and time, too much time, never enough time? Who has a Duty to The city beyond religious, ordained by the creator of their universe, something above gods and yet far, far beneath them.

Vimes doesnt need someone to direct his life. He's never needed that. Except holy shit he does, he definitely does, he needs a whole fucking support team but hes making less than minimum wage now. Give him something, anything to believe in.

Vetinari doesn't need to be believed in . He's never needed that. But he is still a man, and whoooo booooooy it is a heady thing to be trusted so recklessly, especially by someone like him, who mistrusts everything.

take that late canon Synergy, break it apart and then put it back together with a little bit more breathing room, a wee less intense power dynamics...!

Anyway they're friends. Best friends. By default possibly, since they don't have any other ones, but still. Two friends with souls too weathered for the lives their bodies have lived, bodies which are, at least at one point, and I'm not joking, teenage guys.

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I just think they're neat.

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Is it homerotic? Well first we have to remember that Samuel Vimes is doing Bad. We remember that? Ok. Now, let me ask you - is vimes the type of depressed that masturbates to feel something, or the type of depressed that cannot fathom human contact without pain. Exactly. It's like the cat that's both in the box and not or whatever. Sometimes one of them will be laying on the ground staring at the sky through the ceiling and the other will come and lay down next to him and their fingers will lightly brush against eachother and it will be the singular most intimate moment of not just their lives but also the life of the assassin that was watching in confusion from the window.

#Nightwatch au #discworld au #My au #discworld #Sam vimes #Honestly you could call this au 'everyone has a slightly better time than canon except for one cop specifically'#I CAN NOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH - THEY GO ON VETINARIS CANONICAL RICHBOY DISCWORLD EASTERN EUROPEAN BACKPACKING TRIP TOGETHER #The au could probably stand firm on that fact alone ngl

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gethoce · 10 months

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It's the three year anniversary of my top and middle surgery so I'm posting self-indulgent art.

Here we have my boy Eon-Eon Dutch and @quanblovk's Limos because I just think they're neat. ~

Valfrey, the one who Morped before Morp. I never mentioned them before but they exist.

Valfrey on pride flag ~

And I did a wee ref of Nebby who I posted like three times about whoooo.

And here is cut content of Eon-Eon Eon with the Dream Hatcher from that one ask I got once

#Kirby OC #Eon-Eon Dutch #Limos #Dark Locust #Valfrey #Nebby Dark Nebula #Eon-Eon Eon #Dream Hatcher #Gethoce #I wished I could draw more in recent times but it's summer and that means I got migraines like all the time and I just can't work like that

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douglaspiggott · 1 year

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martha is Very cool!!!! have to say rose is my girl 💖💖💖 maybe my first tv crush actually, i was like 8 or 9 when she was on telly

i don't feel gooey but i feel streeeetchy. it was,,,,,,,,,uncomfortable to say the least and my back cracked three times but sooo worth it omg i'm going again next week

ohhh fun!!! have a fab night!

whoooo is that wee guy!!!!!!!

omg you were so valid for crushing on rose 🥰🥰

inch restingggggggg

a little possum!! 😊 they’re so cute

I’m off to bed, hope you’ve had a good day at work and enjoy your trip!!!!!!!

#mwah #georgia answers #karamakovs #cat 🦦

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rygoespop · 12 days

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Thomas and Friends: Legends of Sodor (Story 24): The Sodor Casino

Narrator: The Sodor Casino

Scene opens with Hank puffing into Knapford Yards pulling 3 Coal Cars, 2 cars full of crates, and 4 Cars full of Milk Churns as he blew his whistle

Narrator: One day, Hank arrived at Knapford with Freight Cars, he looked happy

Hank: Whoooo Wee! I have brought them freight cars here

Thomas: Oh, hello Hank! You look happy today!

Hank: Ah sure am Thomas, tonight I’ll be takin passengers to Vicarstown, because it’s Casino Night!

Molly: Casino? Umm Hank we don’t-

Hank: Wished I can stay and chat with ya, but I gotta go take a Goods Trains to Vicarstown! Bye! *blew his whistle and puffs off*

Molly: Thomas, what is a Casino?

Thomas: A Casino is a place where people can win or lose money, they are common in a city called Las Vegas, Sam and Vinnie showed me one

Molly: But Thomas, Sodor never has a casino before, and Hank will be disappointed when he finds out

Scene transitions to Hank puffing into Vicarstown with a Goods Train, consisting of a 12 Ton Van, 3 Salt Vans, 3 trucks full of Milk Churns, 2 NER Vans, 2 Coal Cars, and 3 Oil Tankers, puffing by Connor, Patriot, and D261

Narrator: Later, Hank arrived with a Goods Train at Vicarstown

Hank sees Gordon

Hank: Howdy Gordon!

Gordon: Hello

Hank: Ya wanna know why I’m smiling?

Gordon: No why?

Hank: Tonight is casino night, so I’m takin passengers here tonight!

Gordon: Why tonight? We don’t evenly have a casino here

Hank: *puzzled* Wait, you don’t have casinos on Sodor?

Gordon: No! That’s more of a common American thing! *blew his whistle and puffs off with the Express*

Hank was disappointed when he realized that there are No Casinos on Sodor

Narrator: Hank was surprised, that Sodor has no casinos at all, he felt hurt

Scene transitions to Hank, at Knapford Yards, taking on Water, still feeling disappointed, Molly sees him

Narrator: Later, as Hank took on water, Molly felt sorry for him

Molly: Poor Hank, he found out that Sodor has no Casinos, I gotta think of something

Molly thinks for a moment and gets an idea as she puffs up to Hank

Molly: Hello Hank

Hank: *dejected* Oh, howdy Molly…

Molly: So you found out

Hank: Yep… I am so disappointed

Molly: Well, come on up to Ulfstead Castle, I got a surprise

Hank: O-ok

Scene transitions to Hank puffing up to Ulfstead Castle as night fell

Narrator: That night, Hank puff up to Ulfstead Castle

Hank puffs into the castle and was surprised to see some lights like in Vegas, as well as a little poker table

Hank: What’s all this?

Thomas: It’s a little Las Vegas

Molly: Knowing that you were hurt, we want to cheer you up

Hank: Thomas, Molly! This, this is perfect!

Sir Topham Hatt, dressed like Elvis, shows up

STH: Indeed, it’s like our little casino, in Little Las Vegas!

Hank: Thank you Thomas and Molly, this made me cheer up

The lights and sounds of the little Las Vegas goes on as Steam Clouds rolled in

Story End

#thomas and friends

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jeongguksbrat · 6 years

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I have something else planned.

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nottanothercritter · 6 years

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nobody can hear

The stone floor is cold when Caleb sits, the glowing beacon in his lap an odd contrast, a comforting warmth in the late night. His hands hover over it, eyes drawn down for a split second before his head snaps back up. His heart hammers against his ribs. The familiarity that the beacon stirs in him is enough to unsettle, nevermind the void he felt like dropping into back in the sewers with his mind blissfully blank for a short while. Caleb did not lie to the party when he said it scared him. That sort of emptiness has not been good in his experience, too tempting, too horrifying. Yet he can’t stop wondering about the possibility of new, unknown magic beyond the void. His studious mind jumps with glee at the potential but his self-preservation screams at the mere thought of giving it another try. [read on ao3]

#critical role #cr spoilers #cr2 #caleb widogast #cr fanfic #critical role fic #hey i posted my first ever cr work! whoooo #mywriting #anxious as fuck cause first work in a fandom is always a fucking trip esp if its a rushed wee piece like this #still good man #hype as fuck about this current ride of matt mercers evil evil story telling

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midnightseonghwa · 4 years

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𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐂.��

✕ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Worried!San x Drunk!Reader

✕ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Pure Fluff

✕ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.5k+

✕ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Strong language, mentions of alcohol. The reader (you) is kind of annoying (just a wee bit)

✕ 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Unedited

✕ 𝐀/𝐍: This is inspired by the lyrics - “아직도 답이 없네 두시 반도 지났는데, 니가 없는 밤은 마치 외딴섬 같아” [Trans: “It’s half past two and there’s still no answer, a night without you is like a remote island.”] from Alone, by Moonbin and Sanha (Astro). I had initially intended to post this as a time stamp but I got a bit carried away. I’m uploading this again because it was not showing up in the tags the first time and I was getting really frustrated :(

✕ 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜: here

San tossed around in his bed, the covers making a swishing noise as they tangled around his limbs uncomfortably.

It was already half-past two in the morning, and you had still not come back home. San tried not to bother much as he knew your job usually kept you until late hours in the night, but it was never this late and it was never without a prior message.

The room was dark, and the only light that came in was through the sheer white curtains that covered the large windows in your and San's shared bedroom.

San turned from his side to his back, staring at the white-painted ceiling above him with endless thoughts floating in his head.

Where were you? Why had you not called or texted him? Were you okay?

A never-ending spiral of questions regarding your wellbeing clouded your boyfriend's mind as he finally made up his mind and swept himself off the bed. His feet hit the wooden floor with a certain amount of determination. Grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, he set a baseball hat on his head and dialled your number.

The line rang a few times as San made his way out of the front door, standing in front of the elevator as the numbers aimlessly moved floors.

"Hello?" Your voice suddenly sounded and San almost cried out of relief.

"Hello? (Y/n)? Where are you baby?" San fumbled out in a rush and clutched the phone tighter in his hand, frantically pressing the elevator button as if it would make the metal box move faster.

"Hello?" Your voice rang out once again and San checked the bars on his phone to see if he was getting enough network.

"Hello? Baby? Can you hear me? Where are you?"

"Hello...lo..lo...lo, yell...ow...ow..." a small giggle accompanied your words and San furrowed his eyebrows.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" He asked and almost through himself into the elevator when it arrived.

"Whoooo is this?" Your words were heavily slurred. Every letter stretching out like play dough in a child's hands.

"It's me, baby. San."

San stood in front of the elevator's door, almost shaking from the panic that was slowly building up in him. The only thing keeping him sane was the fact that you were alive and on the line with him.

"San!" You giggled and snorted at hearing your boyfriend's name and started making kissing noises over the speaker, making San cringe and draw the phone away from his ear due to the disturbing noise.

"Yes, baby, it's me, San. Where are you right now?"

"I'm...I don't know...but there's a big fucking smiley face staring right at me."

San sighed and rubbed his temples before smiling. He knew exactly where you were and thankfully it wasn't that far from the apartment.

Hooking his phone up to the car, he punched in the location and pulled out of the parking lot. All while trying to make conversation with you.

"Hang in there baby, I'm almost there," he said you giggled again before a thumping noise came and the call got disconnected.

San pressed the accelerator with an inhuman force and even skipped a few red lights before pulling up in front of a 24x7 convenience store called 'Smiley Convenience'. Parking along the sidewalk haphazardly, he grabbed his phone and dialled your number to follow the ringing noise to back where the tables were located. Seated in one of the plastic chairs, there you were. Hair slightly tangled, falling all over your arm as you snoozed on the table. Your phone was pressed tightly between your cheek and table as soft snores left your mouth.

"Baby," San shook you awake but had to hold his breath due to the strong smell of alcohol that was coming off you as if it was some new perfume you had sprayed.

"Baby," he tried once again and lifted you up, shaking you by your shoulders slightly to get you awake and going.

Incoherent gurgles and mumbles left your mouth as you slumped on top of him. San moved you to the backseat, lying you straight down but upright enough to buckle you in.

Getting you back into the apartment was another task on its own. Throughout the elevator ride up to your apartment, drunk you thought it would be a good idea to press all the buttons and giggle as the elevator stopped and opened on every floor. San had to apologise multiple times to the elderly couple that had committed the grave sin of getting onto the same elevator as you and him. His back hurt from bowing to ninety degrees, apologising every time you pressed a button only to giggle and then lean into him some more.

San let out a huge exhale as he finally managed to get you seated at the kitchen island. Placing a big glass of water and a banana in front of you, he moved to your side to take off your coat and sweater.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you changed," he said gently and pulled at your coat and sweater until you whined and stopped him by holding his hands.

"Excuse me, sir," you slurred out, reaching your finger out to boop San's nose at 'sir'.

"I have no idea what you're doing, but I have a boyfriend."

San had to stifle the little chuckle that threatened to spill out of his lips.

"Don't joke (Y/n), come on. Let's get you to bed."

He tugged at your sweater and coat only to be met with a harsh glare from you again.

"Sir! I love my boyfriend very much and will not be cheating on him, thank you very much."

San's heart swelled at your love for him but the better part of him wanted to smack you for your lack of recognition.

Deciding to humour you, San left your clothes and moved to the other side of the island, peeling the banana and placing it in front of your lips.

'Oh yeah? Is your boyfriend hot?" He asked and watched with amusement as you bit the banana with a little pout, thinking long and hard.

"Sir," you said and blushed a bright red, covering your face with your hands.

"My boyfriend is the hottest," you replied and giggled at the end.

"That's good to hear," San said and peeled the banana further, stopping to give you a sip of water, pressing the straw to your lips.

"What's your boyfriend's name?" San asked, just to really kill the cat with curiosity.

"His name is..." you trailed off and San almost hit his face on the marble countertop in amusement but also frustration.

"You don't remember his name?" San mused and took out a bowl of strawberries, placing them in front of you.

"I know his name, sir. Don't be silly. His name is mountain!"

The surety in your voice as if you had hit eureka made San burst out with laughter as turned around to refill the water and throw the banana peel out.

"His name is mountain?"

You gave a determined nod and set your hands on the table in fists.

"His name is Mountain and I love him with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

Your eyes were hard and set ablaze with some kind of fire. But they also held a soft amount of love in them. Love and admiration, dripping out as honey while you talked about 'Mountain', your supposed boyfriend.

San choked a little at your confession and leaned across the kitchen island to reach you. He pressed a loving kiss to your lips and smiled at you.

You whined and pushed him back, complaining about how your boyfriend wouldn't like you kissing some other man but San heard none of it, your earlier confession ringing in his ears.

"Your boyfriend told me to tell you that he loves you too," he whispered and stroked your hair making it loll to the side as you pressed your cheek into his hand.

"That's good news, sir. Otherwise there would be a problem," you whispered back and then yawned. San could see the after-effects of your little alcohol solo party start to take its toll majorly and lifted you in his arms. You nuzzled into his neck, clinging to his body like a koala to a tree branch.

"Sir, I must say, you and Mountain smell the same. You both smell like home. My home," you murmured and then finally fell asleep, eyes drooping closed.

San could feel soft puffs of air against his neck as he shifted you around in the bed, finally unwinding your arms from his neck and pulling the blankets over you.

"I'll always be your home, baby." he whispered and cleared hair strands from your face, smiling at the little pout that had formed on your lips.

Getting into bed next to you, San inhaled as you immediately almost reflexively cuddled into his side.

Four walls created a house but home is always where the heart is and San's heart was with you; his home.

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ghost-kitty-draws · 2 years

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WHOOOO JUST HIT 100 ON TWITTER EVEN THO I BARELY TWEET SHIT WEE

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butchfaith · 7 years

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everyone in the house is in bed but i have the sudden overwhelming urge to sING MUSICALS

#it is tiimme for us all to decide whoooo wee aaarrrree- no erin its time for u to get some fUCKIN SLEEP

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telewarp-a · 3 years

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whoooo 100 followers..... i’d maybe do smth nice but. i work 8 hours today n tomorrow so (: im a wee bit busy

#out of character.

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thethoughtsfromthreeam · 4 years

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tagged by @romanticgumchewer to post a snippet of a current WIP! I hate that I seemed to have lost the writing steam, but I still hold out hope that I can get these four stories I’ve started written. Ugh, stupid brain.

Anyway, here is a snippet from Monument Woman, my Marcus Pike X OC (Rosemary Carter) fic. This takes place MUCH later in the story and was inspired by this gif:

(Y’all, the thing this gif does to my panties, whoooo wee!)

Rosemary practically pounded on his hotel door. She was fuming and as she crossed her arms, she began to think about what she was going to tell this nosy ass agent. He didn’t care before, so why was he swooping in and trying to stop her now? She was getting this damn sculpture back and he wasn’t standing in her way.

When he opened the door, she jerked her head up but the words died on her tongue. He stood there looking at her, his hair tousled and dressed only in a white cotton undershirt and his lounge pants. The shirt pulled taunt over his chest as he held the door open, an inquisitive look on his face.

She stood there, staring at him. Oh god. He was so attractive looking, every thought in her brain died and was replaced by pterodactyl screeching. She didn’t realize her jaw had dropped as she openly stared at him. He brought his hand up to scratch at the back of his head, not sure how to react to the woman standing before him. The pounding on his door told him she was mad, but she stood here dazed as she looked at him.

“Rosemary? Is everything okay?” Pike was cautious in his question and it took a moment for the screeching noises in her head to quiet enough to process the question. She snapped her jaw shut and reared back. She wanted to run away, embarrassed to be caught staring at him. And yet. . .

“Oh, fuck it.” She threw her hands up and crossed the space between them to press her lips against his. She wanted this so badly, even as she spent the last few months tampering it down. When he walked into her office that first day, she exuded nothing but professionalism. But deep down, she wanted him to take her over her desk and delectable fantasies danced through her brain every time she talked to him. Rosemary had been good, but she couldn’t hold back anymore, especially him looking like her domesticated fantasy come to life.

She pulled back, intending to leave after letting herself have this weak moment, but Marcus wasn’t letting her go that easily. He brought his hands to her face and drew her back towards him, letting his plush lips dance against hers. He wanted her so badly, and he wasn’t about to lose this chance. When she brought her hands to his wrists, he knew he wasn’t spending this evening alone.

#monument woman #Agent Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike #marcus pike x reader #Marcus Pike x OC #Marcus Pike smut #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #fanfic

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