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#I'm close to tears I love them so much
missenchantedd · 7 months
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I've thought about Loki's smile and head tilt here a lot and lemme tell you that this is the reaction of someone being recognized and appreciated for who he really is. Odin and everyone else in Loki's life had always suppressed the mischievous part of him and treated it as something damaging and ruinous when in reality all he needed was a guiding hand telling him how to control those powers and use them to help and not hurt. All he needed was reassurance that he CAN be good, he CAN be praiseworthy. This scene is the first time anyone has ever called him "the god of mischief" without any implication that he is evil or wicked or disastrous. He is genuinely happy to be understood for once and for his powers to be considered as something useful and not just damaging. It's also Mobius's earnest behavior and support that made this reassurance possible because Loki is a deeply mistrusting person. Mobius accepted Loki for who he really is from the beginning and tried to guide him through it instead of ignoring that part of him and suppressing it.
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earlgodwin · 3 months
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(If Cesare is dissatisfied that Micheletto isn't his brother instead of Juan) "Not exactly, because Cesare and Micheletto's relationship is more or less secret, hidden. They don't know too much about each other. Well, Micheletto has absolutely no grasp of what the rest of Cesare's life is, and Cesare is very respectful of Micheletto being so secretive about himself, and I don't think he really wants to know. It's not really a friendship, because there is an idea of hierarchy, but it's not master and slave, either. It's not boss and employee. It's something very complex. It's not equal, but there is a lot of trust. While with Juan, I think it all comes from a very deep place. His brother faces different struggles and is very naive, so Cesare pushes him by teaching him lessons. He also understands how hard it must be to do that, or at least he had good intentions towards him in the beginning, with some sort of really loving brotherly undertone under all of this hard teaching." — François Arnaud
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cbmagus49 · 2 years
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Thought it’d be fun to do a palette challenge so I decided to do one of Mabel for funsies ^^
Then I did another :) And a few more :):) I’ve been drawing nothing but Mabel for three days straight :):):)
Individual pictures with their respective palettes under the cut ^^
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avastyetwats · 5 months
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You smiled, you smiled. Oh, and then the spell was cast.
And here we are in Heaven. For you are mine at last.
Indie roleplay blogs for Israel "Izzy" Hands and Stede Bonnet. As loved by Summer and Castor.
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reuptakeinhibitor · 4 months
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i love stobin working retail jobs and sharing a resume so much but consider this. steve follows robin to bloomington, indianapolis, west lafayette, wherever she decides to go and they get a little apartment. maybe they decide to go out of state but i think they stay in the midwest. then st takes a page from buffy and steve works construction while robin goes to school.
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cinna-bunnie · 7 months
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not me and my manager trauma bonding over mommy issues 💀💕 i love her aksksk oof i had to go smoke and Think after this one
i love when our one on ones are basically like lol i don't have much 2 talk about this wk and we get like 40m to hang n talk after getting work stuff out the way. she is such a sweetie and so fun (❁´◡`❁)
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jayreyen · 3 months
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Finished rereading the 2nd TLOS book and I'm in tears... Alex and Connor thought they'd be parted forever.. Only being able to contact each other through mirrors :'c Going to go cry about this
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theflyingfeeling · 6 minutes
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...😭
#i've never had a job oin my own field that i've liked as much as i've liked my current one#the semester is ending soon and today i heard my contract will not be renewed bc the person i'm substituting will return to work after all#i've been feeling so tired and a bit poorly after the nokia arena show and i probably should have called in sick today#as i was absolutely useless today#and then after my only class today my students came to me with a gift?? 😭#a pink enamel moomin mug and some chocolate and a paper on which they had written nice things about me + a drawing of a dachshund 😭#and i burst to tears right there in front of them because i was so touched (and also because i'm just really really tired and emotional)#i'm so tired about having to apply for new jobs and having to start all over again#i'm so tired of having to do shitty short-notice substitutions again#i feel like i deserve better than that but on the other hand i fee like life's giving me exactly what i deserve and maybe this is it#i'm dreading the summer because idk if i'll have a job to go to in the autumn#and even if i did find something it won't be like the job i have now#also. it's may day eve and the weather's lovely#and i'm hiding in my apartment with the curtains closed so i won't see all the people going out and having fun with their friends#for me may day eve has never been like that. i've always felt so very excluded from those celebrations#on top of that i got yelled at by a bus driver and i'm the worst friend that ever existed#i'm trying to quit on whining about my sad little life but it gets so lonely#please know i'm not writing this for attention or pity. i know y'all have problems of your own and i'm just being a dramatic crybaby
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melancholymirth · 3 months
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He's palming his neck, picking at it like it owes him money, and shuffling around like a fool - nervous, pacing, anxious to know what V's response would even be. He'd never done this before, not since Mineo. So this was new and different and hard for him, but he wanted so badly to try again, to try and change himself for someone who deserves it - someone who made his heart race and the flame and smoke within him to dance and swim, crackle, pop, burn... He felt stupid now, stomach in tight knots, heart fluttering, palms clammy as hell. There was just no way he was going to pull this off - no fucking way V would give the Problem Student Who 'Set Fires in Class' the time of day.
Garrett'd been worrying so much, he all but ruined the shitty handmade card in his other hand, thumb curving the edge by accident, causing a crease the size of Texas to form on its face. Black ink smearing because of the sweat on his palm. He couldn't give this to V. He was going to puke into the nearest trash can, the very thought made him so sick to his stomach. But it didn't seem like he'd have a chance to turn tail and throw it all away, no matter how quickly he'd done a 180 - V was standing right there, right in front of him now. Crystal blue blew wide open and he could've sworn his soul left his body then.
And again when V took the card from him.
"N-no, ay, wait--" Too late. He had to deal with it now, the embarrassment and certain rejection. There was no way-- "Hey, look, so- It's ruined, I fucked it up, let me jus'...take tha' and throw it away. S'cool. Totally cool. Stop readin' it, give it back-- V, please, I'm beggin' ya, don't- L-look, I worked real hard on tha' and now it looks like a fuckin' child made it. I-I--"
Roses are red Violets are blue Do you like goofy poems? Cos I wanna read all the ones I wrote to you Will ya be my Valentine, V?
For a moment, V could not believe what he was looking at. Not only was Daemon all out of sorts, but in his hand was a colored piece, or pieces, of paper formed into a card, and because it was being handed to him, V simply had to take it. The insecure part of his brain thought that he should be nervous about what he'd find, like there was something in there that would break his heart, something that Daemon simply could not voice. It was creased on the front and the ink was smeared, after all, but it was held with such care, such feather-light pressure, and in V's mousy, equally nervous hands it felt warm—warmth that was not entirely born of nerves, but something he'd always found comforting whenever he stood or sat quite close to Daemon. And here they stood closely once more, and those awful fires he'd been accused of starting were tame within him; yes, still burning away, but for reasons that were neither malicious nor volatile. It was, perhaps, the kind of fire one would enjoy from the hearth, in winter.
When V opened it, the fire spread. It tinged his cheeks, tickled his funny little heart, made him warmer than he had any right to be this early in February. Daemon was blubbering to him about things he rightly couldn't register, couldn't even hear—V was smiling faster and wider than he was prepared for.
Be your valentine? Is that really what it says? I'm not still in bed, am I?
He caught himself late, clapping a hand over his mouth to hide that ridiculous grin after a few seconds of inaction too many. Oh no! He saw me smiling like this—god, I'm so embarrassing! The realization made his cheeks burn harder. What point was there in hiding it now? The boy he'd grown attached to, the only one who defended him and appreciated his company and wanted it, the one who made school less of a nightmare than it had shaped up to be, the only one who cared at all to make him a creased, smudged, "ruined" Valentine's card—this boy, the one staring at V now, looking a little pathetic with about as much embarrassment on his face as there was on V's, had asked him to be his valentine. There were no words for it, not while V was robbed of voice.
His heart was like a butterfly, escaping his rib cage to finds its only passage to total freedom through his throat and out of his mouth. He felt he'd wanted to burst, suddenly, from emotion he couldn't quite place or understand. But when he finally looked up, met Daemon in the eyes, he hastily put his hand down out of embarrassment from having brought it to his mouth in the first place. This wasn't some mushy soap opera! He fought himself to smile less, but the red on his face and the strange sort of glow about him was impossible to beat back. Was there smoke in V's eyes, too? Nah, couldn't be.
The mousy little thing was almost demure in the way he dipped his head, once again avoiding the direct and very intense attention he'd been receiving. Longer lashes fluttered indecisively beneath white hair that had been long enough to fall in front of the right side of his face. He didn't hold the card back out; it was closer to his own body than Daemon's, kept now that he'd had it. When he finally opened his mouth, a squeak was all he could muster for a few seconds. Why was it so hard to speak now? Did he think he'd make a mess of his answer? Now his hands were clammy, but he wisely held the card between gentle fingertips. He tried again, more forcefully: "Yes." There was a quaver to his voice, like he might cry, like he was a baby. But, he swallowed that, swallowed it hard, and did everything in his meager power to pull himself together.
I don't know if this is love, but what else feels this way? I've never been so—
"Yes." Much more firmly now, and with restored eye contact, he made his answer. His decision, irrefutable. "Yes to...being your valentine, I mean," V clarified, going mousy instantly toward the end. "You— you wrote poems? I like this one. Even if it's silly." A futile effort, but he tried to loosen things up just a touch. The poor thing, rendered bashful beyond repair, could not decide between looking at Daemon or looking at the card, or anywhere else for that matter. "B-but I would like to see the others...! Of course! Um, th-thank you. I— I really appreciate this. Your card is not that bad. It's really not." I'm very glad you asked. Affection struck him anew, making him flush from the recoil. He buttoned his lip then; really pursing his lips, as he'd done enough talking and needed to be saved from any more. It was Daemon's turn to fumble with his words. With any luck, the two could fumble and stumble through the day together, doing whatever valentines would do.
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salstray · 10 months
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GOD THAT POST ABOUT DESTINY 2
it reminded me how much i loved that game. how much i loved the forsaken dlc.
it also remidned me that i will STILL CRY ACTUAL TEARS if I think about Cayde-6 for too long
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niteview · 1 year
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pangzi · 2 years
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i'm craving a fic of wu xie just completely simping over pangzi. just pangzi doing something incredibly mundane, and wu xie just is complete overwhelmed with how much he loves pangzi. he feels like he's about to burst with love. he doesn't know what to do with himself.
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wizardnuke · 1 year
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YALL EVER THINK ABOUT BEAU.I SURE DO.
#I'M GONNA THROW UP#idk if any of tmn can get the award of 'most emotionally repressed'#but beauregard 'refused to give her backstory until they were half a day from her dad's place and she was in tears' lionett#is really close to the top#all the time I think about how mundane her story is in comparison to the rest of them and how hurt she is#and how ride and die and loyal and loving she is in her awkward and unused to giving/receiving affection way#she wasn't loved as a child. she couldn't get any positive attention from her parents so she started acting out. she was sent away.#end of story. no archmages or demigods or archfey or demons or hags technically in that she never knew if that was a true story#from her pov she was just. unloved and never enough and the cobalt soul gave her fighting skills and independence and she ran with it#and tmn love her dearly. they make sure that she knows. do u ever think abt that.#also she's SO smart I think about it All The Time she's so so smart but she wasn't smart in the way her dad wanted her to be#she rarely ever brings up that she is just. CRAZY intelligent she gives caleb a run for his money- tho they have different skillsets in#that area too. I think abt her lucien rant all the fucking time. marisha's brilliant it's insane that she pulled all that together#and it's insane that she could translate that over to beau like that. like yeah beau's really Like That. she figured it all out. she's so#ever think about how molly's death absolutely changed her as a person. she knew him for like three months max and she got so so attached#understandably so. she loved him so much. they fought all the fucking time. he gave as good as he got.. for the first time someone was#listening to her even as they didn't agree. newsflash miss regard there r people who can and will take you seriously.
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I know I've posted about this before but I don't think I'll ever get over how intensely I feel about this ice dance. I have tears in my eyes as I write this 🥲
This is the single most skillful and beautiful ice dance I've ever seen and probably will ever see. They maintain contact with each other for almost the entire skate, they're so synchronized and in tune with each other. Pause the video on any frame of their synchronized turns or spins and they're spot on every single time. The audience can feel the intensity of this connection. They finish the skate and they KNOW they've done it perfectly. There's not a single move to tighten up or moment to improve upon, it's literally a perfect ice dance. I'm so lucky to have seen this live.
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medicinemane · 2 years
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I don't know why youtube has decided that my god I love long nails and want to watch videos about people with really long fake nails showing off long nail tips... but I have a secret for you...
I really don't like long nails
I keep my own nails pretty much exactly even with my finger, and anything more than that drives me crazy
While other people's nails are their own business and I don't care, I'll be honest that the length of these people's nails just kind of makes me very uncomfortable and I don't like looking at it
So good job youtube, you've totally failed once again at finding me stuff to watch
#I'm extremely picky about my nail length and actually it has a lot to do with why I can't stop biting my nails#it's not nerves or something it's that I can quickly get my nails to exactly the length I want them#and despite what you'd think with a pretty smooth edge to things#using nail clippers just feels very unpleasant to me and is way less precise and honestly doesn't get it as close as I want it#and filing gets it about where I want it... but it smooths things out so much I can't open stuff like tin can tabs#so I'd love to stop biting my nails but functionality wise I still haven't found anything better#I think if I ever do it'll probably be some variation on filing them down cause that's the only one that gets close enough to the finger#but I'd need to like... still have nails instead of smooth nubs that can't get under anything#but yeah... I really really have strong opinions about long nails#anything longer than like a mm more than anything else makes me kind of wonder how the other person functions#and I don't like the like... coloring that the bit past the finger starts taking on#now I've tried very hard here to make sure this is staying a personal preference thing#because I don't want someone with long nails reading these tags to feel awful#there's nothing wrong with it I just find it kind of uncomfortable#but like... those inch long fake nails... they just get to me a lot#people should be allowed to wear them... but man they honest to god bother me#mostly cause of how flimsy it all is and I just can't help but think about nails chipping and tearing out and oof... that bothers me
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