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alalumin · 9 months
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Always there for you
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seulgishaku · 1 year
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Percy using the whistle to call Mrs. O Leary in the battle of the labyrinth but instead Jason responds cause he can hear those frequencies and that's how Greeks and Romans meet each other
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luneariann · 10 months
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Chuuya love of my life fr
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allthewhumpygoodness · 11 months
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Details in old timey sickfic
Whumpee has a candle near their bed, but it's flickering so much it makes them dizzy
Bitter herbs and tonics
Wind rattling the shutters, sometimes throwing them open and startling the sick and tired whumpee
Scratchy sheets and lumpy mattresses, beds not up to the comfort standards of today (but still much more comfortable than whatever situation they were in before)
Firelight flickering off wooden ceiling beams, the only thing the sick character has the energy to look at
If their soup goes cold, there's no quick and easy way to reheat it
Painkillers don't work as efficiently
Or they leave the sickie so groggy and sluggish that they almost feel worse
Drafts
Just how cold the wooden/stone floors are on their bare feet if they need to leave bed
Real doctors being rare/expensive/ too far away so home care will have to do in any capacity
No electric lighting. If the window is open, it's too bright for the whumpee's eyes, but with it closed and only a single candle it's too dark for the caretaker to see what they're doing
Caretaker telling whumpee stories while they sit at their bedside (because modern distractions?? who is she????)
That looming, persistent knowledge that people die from illnesses all the time, and they could very well be next. Every sickness, even something we see as mild, being a threat.
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spectra-bear · 7 months
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I cant believe its all mike chilton !
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taya-ki · 1 month
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Gomens s2 comic time! Spent FOREVER making this because I could. Lmao
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Court date is such a funny term. I have a date with a beautiful woman named court of law. She's going to have me killed for all the human experiments.
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allnerdythings · 9 months
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Nightingales are singing ok
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wiirocku · 2 months
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John 15:4 (NKJV) - Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me.
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New Nine thought. You know how he has a track record for leaving the resistance behind in or even during fights, how he doesn't really care abt people he doesn't know personally and how he only thinks about himself first, how selfish that could be? But it makes sense and one can't really blame him because you gotta remember that he only had himself to rely on in an actively hostile environment his whole short life.
Fast forward once he takes in how Sonic's whole group operates and realizes each of them have basically zero self-preservation and throw themselves under a truck to save a butterfly, which just boggles him. He does his part yea, but no way he's risking his life for no good reason, it's pointless and reckless. Plus the amount of arguments and bewildered stares he gets over this confuses him even further.
Except he doesn't notice that their self-sacrificial attitude is slowly starting to rub off on him, if so he'd deny it, up until it hits him that he's halfway into rescuing a random guy endangered during one of Eggman's attacks.
He feels just a bit more secure about throwing himself in avoidable danger when he knows there's someone backing him up, y'know.
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mexicankazbrekker · 9 months
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soc ships as hozier songs because they’re all i can think about when i listen to him
kanej: work song. “no grave can hold my body down ill crawl home to her” “but i swear i thought i dreamed her, she never asked me once about the wrong i did” “if the lord don’t forgive me ill still have my baby and my babe would have me” its hard to not put the whole song in quotes its so them.
wesper: eat your young is just perfect everything from symbolism to lyrics is chefs kiss. “putting food on the table selling bombs and guns” “theres money to be made” the whole beginning of their relationship was spent planning a heist to break into the most secure place in the world. they had a lot of their almost moments or almost moments interrupted by something happening with the heist.
helnik: they are the most hozier couple to ever couple. its so hard to just pick one song but im gonna have to go with foreigners god. cause “scream in the name of a foreigners god, the purest expression of greif” “all that ive been taught, and every word ive got, its foreign to me” ??? are you kidding its them.
ninej: like real people do. i dont even have room for quotes because i need to say this. there’s something about listening to that song and imagining two deeply traumatized women healing themselves and helping the other heal. it makes it even sadder to think that if nina wasnt grisha and inej was never taken there would’ve been nothing to “bury” as said in the song.
kesper: from eden is so incredibly them. “theres something tragic about you” “innocence died screaming” “theres something broken about this” its just so perfect because jesper entire fascination with kaz is the fact that hes a complete mystery with an obviously tragic past that he wants to understand.
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 13 days
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who wants to engage in tons of homosexual behavior with me so god sends me to hell for my multitude of sins
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amoschaos · 1 year
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I’ve run out of what to post... Taking these out from the drafts  Shark belongs to @/lucyjung
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mcmatt + clean for the fic prompt!
(Jamie you're a real one. You know exactly what i want to write thank you)
To say the very least, Matthew Tkachuk is the most stubborn person in the world that Connor has the pleasure of looking after.
He'd taken over for Brady when the off-season started officially, given the fact that Matthew fought long and hard to play through his pretty severe injuries. Even after a good chunk of the summer had passed, Matthew continued to push himself to do things he really shouldn't be straining to do.
It's just a part of who he is. It's something Connor isn't used to, not by a long shot, and he can't really grasp why Matthew longs to be so independent. He shrugs off Connor's offers to help him out of bed, or putting on his shirt, or letting him lean on his shoulder when he's been up and at it for a while. Matthew just doesn't accept little acts of help.
So, Connor decides to take it a step further. On a particularly hard day, Connor fills up the tub with soothing warm water and a healthy few handfuls of epsom salts. It takes a lot of effort to drag Matthew into the bathroom, but god, it's worth it to see the way he melts into the water once he's in.
For the first time in a good few months, Matthew looks relaxed. Maybe even content. The bags under his eyes look softer, like just relaxing for once fixed the lack of sleep he's been struggling with. The anxious crease between his eyebrows smoothes out. It feels like a massive victory.
With a smile, Connor reaches for a bottle of shampoo that looks expensive. It's some kind of specialty product, he realizes as he examines the bottle. Made special for curls and damaged hair. He's never particularly looked at Matthew's hair products before now, but the bottle is rather heavy, so it must be new.
Matthew flinches when Connor snaps the bottle open, bright blue eyes suddenly open wide. His face scrunches into a displeased scowl.
"I can bathe myself," Matthew insists, reaching his good hand up for the bottle. Connor doesn't hand it over.
"I know you can," Connor responds simply, "it's not about whether you're able to. Just let me take care of you for now, okay?"
He squeezes a small amount of shampoo on his hand, watching the confliction spread on Matthew's face. It's clear this isn't something he considered. Washing your hair is such a standard, normal process that you hardly even think about until you have a broken arm. Connor can't imagine how useless he would feel if he suddenly had to rely on someone else to do everything for him.
Honestly? It sounds like hell on earth.
And he gets it. Really, he does. This whole thing is a conflict of everything Matthew has brought himself to believe. He has to do things on his own, prove he can make it, prove he's good enough. He can't do that if he's having his every move attended to by his brother or his boyfriend. Still, though. It's nice to be cared for once in a while, isn't it?
"Fine," Matthew mumbles, lowering his head to let Connor saturate his hair with water. "I'm doing it myself next time, though."
"You got it," Connor says.
He massages his fingers into Matthew's scalp, gently detangling his curls and rubbing the shampoo in. It's slow and tedious, but he does it regardless. Matthew sighs and groans here and there, his eyes closed as he lets Connor do his thing. He repeats the process after rinsing, this time with conditioner, and then they rinse again. Matthew is like putty in his hands, melting into his touches and leaning into him when is hands stray from his scalp.
It's okay to ask for help, he wants to say. It's okay to need people sometimes. You're allowed. But he has the feeling that won't be received very well, so Connor says nothing. He just smiles at Matthew as the water drains, helps him step out of the tub, and leans in for a wet kiss.
"Thank you," Matthew mumbles into his lips as a towel is draped over his shoulders, "y'know, you'd be a great masseuse."
"And touch anybody else but you? No way," Connor retorts, slick as a duck, a cheeky grin adorning his cheeks. He earns a smack on the shoulder.
"I'd flirt with you more, but this brain fog that comes with whatever the hell they have me on is fucked," Matthew grumbles, clinging to Connor's waist. He lets Connor do the work of drying him off, including his sopping wet hair. It feels like he just won the Stanley Cup.
"No need. I know you love me," Connor smiles. He doesn't need to be told. Being allowed in his personal space, into his life so freely, is enough.
Matthew leans into him. He doesn't touch with heat, or desperation, or lust. He just leans, chin hooked over Connor's shoulder. He radiates warmth.
It feels like a win.
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we love anatomically incorrect jonathan sims in this house
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theoneandonlyyeti · 1 year
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Ignoring the fact that Seán confirmed Anti pulled us out of the camera, I think he deserves his girl from the ring moment <3
[please do not repost! reblogs are fine!]
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