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#I just love them both so much
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So like Star is chaotic neutral and I'm so hear for it
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dontblameit · 2 years
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Billy resenting his mother for leaving him in an abusive situation and never looking back🤝 Billy yearning for his mother and forgiving her
Billy hating his dads guts and wanting nothing more then for him to DIE 🤝 Billy still wanting to have his dad since he’s the only parent he has left and he longs for his dad to just love him
things that coexist in my mind 24/7
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writingtot · 14 days
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more reyna x nico being besties ❤️❤️❤️
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jeysbvck · 5 months
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jey talking about sami in another interview 🥹🥹
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cheese-water · 1 month
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Fobo means so much to me, like of course on the server itself but also how it’s changed the communities. I’m in both Tubbo and Foolish’s chats and before the server reset, they were much more hostile towards the other’s egg because of the beef. But now it’s so different.
Doozers see Sunny no longer as a copy of Leo, but as herself with her own distinct, hilarious attitude and will go out of their way to praise her building skills. And contrastingly, tubblings no longer view Leo as a threat or “bully,” but instead aslittle girl going through struggles like Sunny and have since made the effort to always include her and never let her be forgotten (like when her figure wasn’t on the display, tubbo’s chat pointed it out quickly and started chanting fobophobic since sunny doesn’t have one yet).
It’s just little things but it makes my heart so happy seeing how loved these little girls are, even by people who misinterpreted them before.
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accio-victuuri · 7 months
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(fan video) “dance the night with bjyx” 🕺🪩
source:蒜辣蒜辣在剥蒜
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cut-catches · 9 days
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kjc commentated lily smiths last practice before nationals and it’s my favorite thing in the world
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ohrichadohyun · 1 year
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You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.
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lowpolyoli · 3 months
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btw in case yall cant tell i am painfully, horrifically split between narilamb and kallamb (kallamar x lamb ship, i have decided it)
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analogboii · 5 months
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law and corazon are my roman empire
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bonjourviolette · 1 year
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melzzzzz · 6 months
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pretty people doing pretty things
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sarcasticsra · 2 years
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Now: imagine you’re Hob, and you meet a fey so stunningly poised, a true gem, in your eyes, of their court. You think their magnificence is only further enhanced by the fact that they, too, understand what it is like to serve others, to work so that others may enjoy the majesty of the Bloom. You share an unexpectedly tender moment, alone in the forest, and then it ends abruptly, and you are unsure as to what you have done.
This uncertainty is only further exacerbated when you are challenged to a duel by their assistant, and even once it is over, she refuses to tell you what offense you have committed. It seems logical to conclude that your foolhardiness in expressing any tender sentiments to someone so majestic was an insult that could not stand. As you are reminded by your superiors, you are a blunt instrument. That is your purpose.
Then you see them transform at the tea party, the lovely elven form fading away to reveal them as they truly are: a resplendent, breathtaking owlbear, eyes kind, nervous. You stumble over your own feet, marveling at the splendor of them. Their magnificence truly knows no bounds.
You realize, then, what an arrogant fool you were, to think anything you did or said impacted their thoughts in any way. They simply had their own inner worries to focus on. As if a humble goblin such as yourself could even begin to factor into any of their considerations at all.
And in the hedge maze, as you turn away from the scent of peonies, you know you are something else, even worse than a fool: a coward.
At the tailor’s shop, you remind yourself that you are an idiot, insignificant to their mind, but you remain enamored by them, the glory of their beauty such that it could inspire a sunrise to jealousy. They don’t say much when the conversation turns to deriding the Court of Wonder, and you are moved, wishing only to comfort them, as they describe their complicated feelings toward their court. You understand them. You know that isolation.
When they tell you that you were used, that it seems as though no one else in the Goblin Court has given any concern to your needs, you feel the coldness of the medal in your hand so keenly, stunned even as you know they are correct, unable to offer any reproach to their words. This wondrous fey before you is like none other you have met, and you are unworthy in their presence. You hurriedly give them your medal, rushing to the door, hearing but not heeding their insistence that you protect yourself.
At the masquerade ball, when the fireworks explode above, your only thought is of them. You act so rashly, ungentlemanly, placing your hands on them without permission, but their response is kind, gracious. You can scarcely believe it when they show you their empty dance card, and you feel the breath leave your lungs when they ask you for yours. You meet their eyes, feeling the magic in the air, and you eat your card, so that their name and their name alone will ever be the one it bears, as close to you as you can keep it.
You dance, and you dance, and you dance again, and even when you muck it up with your typical oafishness, they seem to enjoy it, to enjoy you. You are spellbound in their arms, and when they ask you what the P stands for in your name, you can only whisper it, a secret just for them. They smile, lifting a peony from their ensemble, and place it behind your ear, as if in exchange. For the first time in your life, you feel cherished. You feel pretty.
Their kindness this evening is a gift you will be grateful for forever. They have given you a glimpse of possibility, of what it might be like to be... loved, and it is as beautiful a dream as they are.
Reality, of course, returns the following morning, with your new promotion and your new assignment, and after your conversation with BINX, you think it is no wonder you are so easily cornered by Prince Apollo, as true a scoundrel as you’ve always suspected. You flee, taking substantial wounds for your trouble, but you do find the others, them included. They ask you if you’re hurt, and you try to assure them, but your answer seems to upset them, and you realize you must have looked a fright. Wounds are nothing to you if you may be of service, but of course someone so kind would be concerned. They ask you again about your own wants and happiness, and you do not know how to answer. There is no alternative to obligation, is there?
They simply wish you happiness before they leave, something in their demeanor... dampened, and Lady Featherfowl quite understandably assumes you’ve been stabbed once again, this time right through the heart.
At the theater, when the message from the Court of Sea Foam comes through the blossom, you are frazzled, moving to find more information, and the confirmation of your terrible suspicion feels like ice in your veins.
You are a fool. You’ve known it all along. Of course a fey so wondrous and glorious would not lower themself to entertain a lowly goblin like you. Of course they would not truly care about your wants, your needs. What you took as kindness out of obligation to the Bloom was nothing more than calculated cunning, expertly wielded to keep you off guard, to dissuade you from your mission. You’ve been tricked, made a mockery of, and so easily, too. It mustn’t have taken them much effort at all, to make you feel as you did--as you do.
You confront them, knowing you will be unable to fully conceal the effect they’ve had on you. Even now, in the moonlight, in their red-rose dress, they are stunning. They speak of love as the basis for their actions, as though the damage they have dealt to your court is irrelevant, as though your duty, your service, is irrelevant. You know now their actions toward you were a charade, but still it stings. You thought you understood them. You thought they understood you. 
And then they tell you they love you, and you are caught, frozen, mouth agape, as they explain how much they love you and how much they care, that they’ve professed their feelings and did not receive a response. They explain why they turned away from you in the forest, that you inspired their glorious unveiling, and in that moment, your mind reels, and you feel as though you’ve forgotten how to breathe.
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aymayzing · 2 years
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Me when Ashley is the Virmire survivor: I love her sm but I miss Kaidan :((
Me when Kaidan is the Virmire survivor: I love him sm but I miss Ashley :((
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fancysilverfox · 4 months
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I’ve written a post about her before I think? I’ve written a very short fic introducing her and I absolutely intend to write more. But I yearn to talk about Martha again. 
Hosea, being a theater hoe, loves costumes, loves his elaborate cons and loves to play characters, as we know. So Miss Martha Matthews is my idea of his feminine alter ego who he brings out to charm and swindle men in saloons some evenings. 
I and a dear friend of mine have cooked up quite a tale for her, of which I will write about I promise,
B U T
I now bring Bessie into the equation >:)
Martha existed long before Hosea met Bessie, hence my mental fact that Dutch fell for Martha so hard and fast and never found out it was Hosea until literal years later. But when Bessie and Hosea became <3 Bessie and Hosea <3 she had to find out about Martha and was indeed told.  And she joined in the fun of it all. 
Hence, her forming a masculine alter ego named Shay >:) The name Shay being born from her reductions of her nicknames of Hosea, beginning as ‘Sea, then turning into ‘Sea [pronounced Zay] then becoming Shay!
The two would prank Dutch, obviously, and would just generally have fun with their other selves (yes, that kind of fun too, I know what you’re thinking) because they’re BOTH theater hoes and just because I and my dear friend say so >:)
Goodnight y’all
p.s I wanna draw them both eventually but bear with me bc I! get distracted easily :)
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yumiluna · 1 year
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Merry Christmas!! ft. a younger iris who couldn’t stay awake to see Santa 🎅🎅🎅
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