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kennelkorn · 15 hours
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Tis the season of the rainbows (Happy pride !!)
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shadow4-1 · 1 month
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I'm just imagining being a double agent sent to infiltrate the 141 and kill Ghost, except you're smarter than all the men who've tried. You know brute force won't get you where you need to be, so instead you pretend to be a sweet little medic who's got a crush on him.
And when he finally takes you to bed, and you've got him underneath you, you pull out a pocket knife and press it to his jugular.
And he just cums. Hard.
He's not phased in the slightest, even when his orgasm finally ends and theres a little blood trickling down his neck. He just chuckles up at you, seemingly taking your confusion for awe.
"Could've just told me yer into that kinky shit, Love."
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yoursdeadlynightshade · 2 months
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James Potter is a neck kisser and a waist grabber.
Regulus Black is a neck grabber and a fierce biter.
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blanketbvby · 3 months
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Solomon who gives off raw humanity after you actually get to know him. He's just a lovesick, scarily powerful, fool. He'll sit there for hours and ramble about magic and TSL and pacts and his work to you if you let him. Ask him about his star obsession, urge him to tell you stories about his travels and findings and adventures. But please, please remember that he's more than just some immortal sorcerer capable of great things, hold him from time to time, sit and just exist with him, please.
Let Solomon be human with you. He's so used to carrying the weight of humanity on his shoulders, sometimes he forgets he's only human, too. He might be fun and he might be strong and he might be wise, but it's been too long since he's had someone hold his hand and glide their thumb over his knuckles.
Please let him ramble about the rain or the way trees creak or the way stars twinkle like they're laughing. Please let him take you to different places and get excited with you over things he's purposefully never sought the answer to in order to keep a part of himself curious. Please sit with him in the silence of each other and just let him let his guard down.
Solomon who wants to be human with you. Solomon who is human with you.
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mydairpercabeth · 5 months
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show percabeth is eating book 1 percabeth up
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lexezombie · 2 months
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Maybe putting a 7ft metal creature on unstable wheels is a bad idea--
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extra background-less version:
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gascreates · 6 months
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emotional support frog
who will absolutely eat your hand.
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gunsatthaphan · 4 months
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"I don't wanna go out."
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paarassha · 1 month
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little school au comic the idea for which has been cooking in my head for the last 3 days bonus under the cut
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mardyart · 1 year
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Upside down, watch duty; pretending for a moment everything is okay
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Mental Health
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A/N: From what I’ve gathered from his songs, Joost has BPD and PTSD. I myself have ADHD and PTSD, so I do resonate quite a lot with some of his songs, like I think many of you also do. So I’m going to delve a little into that for this one.
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Warnings: Mental health struggles, because for some strange reason I find comfort in writing about these things.
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Some days were just like this. It wasn’t everyday, but it did happen often enough for you to be used to it. Both for you and Joost. Some days it was just only one of you, and sometimes it was both of you. And sometimes, it almost felt too much.
Frustration, irritation and aggression could form quickly in your home on tense days. Both of you could become quite passive-aggressive, and there had been times where passive-aggressive comments turned into arguments. However, it was never a sudden explosion of anger and yelling. No, it was more common for the two of you to be grumpy, with a minor tension growing beneath it. But you were adults, with a long practice of communicating your feelings, before any explosive feelings would erupt. It wasn’t uncommon for either of you to spend time alone on opposite sides of your home, with either one of you expressing you needed some time to process your emotions. Joost in one room, either working on his music, or spending time on whatever media that had garnered his interest, while you were in another room, doing what you found comfort in. However this would rarely last longer than half a day, before either you or Joost found yourself poking your head into the other’s room, seeking some cozy attention.
Though you and Joost worked hard to take care of your mental health, sudden emotions would occur from time to time. It was normal, and you both knew it, and helped each other through it the best you could. There were days where your RSD would kick up, making you unsure whether or not Joost was still interested in you. And Joost did have those days where a minor criticism from you, such as something he was working on, would send his thoughts spiraling, fearing that you were planning on leaving him. You could see the panic flash before his eyes in those situations, and he could sense your silent nervousness was anxiety was eating you up from the inside. And each time, both of you found that spending time together was the best way to work through it. Putting your phones far away, and laying around in either the bed or on the couch, talking in soft hushed voices while playing with each other’s fingers. It worked wonders for the two of you.
If there was a time of day where both you and Joost struggled, it was during the mornings. Either you would oversleep, having given into the struggle of getting up. On the days where you somehow managed to wake up and stay awake, you and Joost would pep talk each other up, until it didn’t feel so draining to get out of bed.
Both you and Joost did things that some people might find a little strange. But to the two of you, and a vast majority of your friends, it was perfectly normal. Nonverbal communication, such as small sounds to express emotions, a lack of sounds, facial expression and changes in body posture. Those close to you would notice these things as well, but for the two of you, it was much more obvious. The small things you did, letting the other know that you needed some sort of comfort. Like when you started leaning slightly up against Joost while out in a bigger crowd, making him wrap his arm around you like it was a reflex, before making sure that you were okay. Need to go somewhere less busy in order to calm down? Just needed a hug? Just feeling cuddly? He would always make sure. And just like you would lean against him, he would lean against you, to which your reaction was the same. Wrapping your arm around his midsection, before quietly asking him was okay.
At times, your love language was a little different. Not to say that you didn’t shower each other with love in the form of hugs, kisses, affirmations, acts of service and much more. But there were also other ways you would do so. One of them being with memes and humor. At times, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to communicate mainly through memes, whether that would be sending each other memes, or quoting them in your day to day conversations. You had long ago lost count of how many times you and Joost have folded over yourself in laughter, unable to speak in anything other than Vine snippets or old YouTube videos. Like the time you were cooking together, and Joost randomly blurred out the lyrics to “chocolate rain”. That started a chain reaction of memes and laughter none of you could stop.
Another way your love language showed, was in the way both you and Joost worked to create a space, where both of you could be yourselves. No masking, no fearing of being different, allowing both to communicate your needs - even if it did cause some tension every once in a while, just like any other relationship. A good example was when you returned home to find Joost just chilling on the floor, eyes closed, having just gone through a dissociated episode, deciding that the living room floor was a good place to calm down, only acknowledging your loud hello with a small mumble. And how did you react to this? Well, like any well meaning girlfriend, you kicked your shoes off, hung your jacket on the hook, before you laid down next to Joost on the floor. None of you said a word, but just laid there. With a tender finger you poked his hand, as a way to ask if it was okay you were there. Joost answered by opening his hand for you, letting you intertwine your fingers as you continued to lay in peaceful silence, letting Joost work through what he was feeling at the moment.
Though you and Joost’s relationship could be tumultus at times, it was no less loving. Just like any other relationship, you and Joost would fight, often due to stress and overstimulation, but you also loved each other. Both of you did the work and walked the extra mile, knowing fully well how much work it would take when you first decided to get into this relationship. You never shifted the blame, knowing it takes two to dance a tango. But though it took a lot from both of you, you were happy together, fully intending to keep what you had built. Together, you had managed to create a space where you both felt comfortable, and where both of you actually felt like you were able to become better versions of yourselves.
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imfinereallyy · 7 months
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Dinner Date
For STWG daily drabble and, more importantly, for Goldie @steventhusiast. Happy Birthday, you deserve the world. I know you’re asleep right now, but it’s technically still your bday here. 
“Dingus, this is a really fancy restaurant.” Robin leans back in her chair, but her hand plays with the fork on her napkin. 
Steve sips his wine; some of it tips over the edge onto the tablecloth. “What? Can’t a guy take his best friend out to a fancy dinner?” He tilts his head and takes in his best friend. What was once an awkward teen now had a beautiful, but still awkward, woman in her place. 
“Steve, I love our friend dates, but usually they take place in a greasy diner or dollar pizza.” Robin picks the fork up and starts twirling it into her napkin. Steve watches her get mesmerized by the wrinkles that wrapped around the silverware, even though they both know the napkin should be in her lap by now. 
Steve smiles softly, moves his napkin from his lap to the table, and begins to mimic Robin. “Okay, maybe I wanted it to be a special occasion.”
Robin giggles at Steve's poor fork-twirling form and leans over the table to fix it for him. “All occasions are special when we are together, so that doesn’t really mean much.” Robin’s nose scrunches in concentration as she gently guides Steve’s hand. She has done this plenty of times before, guiding Steve where he needed to be. Like taking him to the bookstore near her college so he wouldn’t have to go into sex with Eddie blind, or when she taught him how to whisk eggs properly. Both are equally important skills he now uses in his everyday life. “But you seemed nervous. You keep sipping your wine, and I know for a fact that you hate dry wine.”
Steve puts down the glass that was halfway to his mouth, “It’s not my fault Moscato tastes like candy!”
Robin snorts, “Seriously, Dingus. It’s just me. What’s up?”
Steve puts down the fork and his glass and looks Robin in the eye. “I wanted to ask you to be my best man.”
Steve expects a lot of reactions out of her: excitement, an eye roll, hell, even straight-up rejection. Maybe a little speech about how weddings for them aren’t even legal. Instead, a look of betrayal crosses her face. “You asked Eddie to marry you, and you didn’t even tell me you were proposing?”
Immediately, Steve clenches his stomach in outrageous laughter, nearly having to bend over the table. Steve tries to take Robin seriously; he really does. But she is supposed to be the smart one out of the two of them. 
Rage takes over Robin completely as she reaches over the table to start slapping Steve’s arm. “Don’t laugh, you asshat! I am actually mad at you!”
“Ow—” Steve laughs. “Ow, Robin!” Another giggle escapes him as he gets her to sit back in her chair. “I’m laughing because, of course, I didn’t propose to Eddie without talking to you first.”
Robin settles a bit at this, “I’m confused.”
Steve reaches for her hand across the table; Robin doesn’t hesitate to wrap her fingers around his. “I’m asking you to be my Best Man first, doofus. Before I even pick out the damn ring. Which I definitely need you to steal one of Eddie’s rings for me so I can get the size; man watches those things like a hawk.” 
Robin squeezes his hand, “Wait, why would you ask me that first? Isn’t that kind of backwards.”
“I do everything kind of backwards, babe. Kinda the Steve Harrington special.” Steve rubs a thumb against the back of soulmate's hand. “Of course, I ask you about being my best man first. There would be no wedding without you, so if you say no, there would be no proposing.”
Steve could see tears beginning to fill Robin’s eyes, “What are you saying?”
“Whoever gets stuck with me gets stuck with you. We’re a package deal, babe.” 
Robin throws herself across the table, knocking the wine everywhere. Steve laughs and clenches her tightly. “Of course, I’ll be your best man! Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t hurt yourself going down the aisle.” She sobs.
Steve’s throat gets thick, “Pretty sure that’s the father's job, Robs. And you’d have to fight Jim for that role.”
“Fine.” Robin sniffs, leaning back to look him in the eye. “But I get stand by your side as you make a complete fool of yourself with your vows.” 
“Deal.”
Robin leans forward, placing her forehead against Steve’s. “You and me against the world, babe.”
Steve hugs her tight, “You and me against the world.”
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tubbytarchia · 3 months
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Oh, I'll bow my head, I'll clip my wings I was never gonna make it anyway (x)
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missmeinyourbones · 11 months
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dating gojo who can’t stop talking about the six year old zenin kid he was able to take in. all he ever seems to talk about is megumi this and megumi that. whether its over dinner on the sand or between airy whispers on the couch, he’s practically glowing talking about how megumi is the coolest kid ever.
then you meet megumi for the first time and he barely pays gojo any mind, not when he asks him what he learned in school today or if he wants to arm wrestle over dessert. megumi goes as far as rolling his eyes and calling him "weird" for wanting to arm wrestle an elementary schooler, and you can't help but notice that while all of this plays out, satoru has the world's biggest smile on his face, like this is what he's meant to be doing his entire life.
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k3r0deku · 3 months
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izuku, in bkdk apartment, at midnight: kacchan i’m hungry
katsuki: there’s ramen in the pantry if you wake me up again i’m going to suffocate you with your pillow
izuku: thanks kacchan :D <3
katsuki: *wakes up to crinkling sounds*
izuku: *opens up the packet of ramen, eats the noodles dry, and pours the flavoring in his mouth*
katsuki: what the fuck
izuku: you’re dreaming
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cloned-eyes · 4 months
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Them in another universe
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