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little--leaves · 1 year
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having your favourite person lay ontop of you>>>
their face hidden between the space of your neck and shoulder. hugging them tightly. hand sliding up and down over the curve of their back. them loykey crushing you but in the most calming way possible. their legs between yours
AHH
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evewasheretoday · 1 month
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Accidents Happen: Prologue
Your mother was a hardworking woman with high hopes and your father was an honest man.
The love that your parents had for each other was unconditional and strong, it shouldn't have been a surprise that with such a love — they'd been blessed with twelve children, six boys and six girls.
While being the youngest in your family certainly had its advantages and disadvantages, this was certainly not one of them.
“I can't believe the lot of you are kicking me out!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice hoarse from all the yelling. “And after everything I've done for all of you?”
“This was not our decision to make” Your oldest sister—Camelia—replied, crossing her arms to her chest.
“I told you being a slob was bound to get you into trouble someday” Your second oldest brother—Daniel—sighed.
The rest of your siblings were inside the house, smiling happily at the sight of you leaving home and being sent away to Castle Dimitrescu from the windows. 
Lady Dimitrescu's home — where most women would come to work as a maid.
You gulped. “This is not a fun experience” You told them. “You are sending me to my own death!”
Camelia and Daniel shared a look.
“You're exaggerating” Camelia responded to you. “If anything — we're doing you a favour” She grinned cheekily to you.
“Besides” Daniel added, walking toward you and ruffling your hair. “It will be good for you”
“If I don't come back, I must be dead” You mumbled.
Daniel laughed while Camelia just smiled.
“Oh, don't be ridiculous!” Camelia rolled her eyes at you. “You will survive” She said.
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Counting the days since you first stepped into Castle Dimitrescu and started your work, you've been under Lady Dimitrescu's employment for two years.
Yet you still cannot get used to the screams of pain that come from the castle's dungeons nor the fear of any day being your last.
You've rarely ever seen any of the women living there. I mean, you see the other servants every now and then but the daughters?
Yeah, no. You did your best to avoid them as much as possible. Emphasis on the word did because no matter how much you tried — it just wasn't possible to avoid them entirely.
“I feel terribly sorry for that girl,” One of your coworkers spoke up.
You never believed it to be true but Lady Dimitrescu certainly did not employ any man into the castle.
All the faces you've seen and all the voices you've heard during your time here were all women.
“She has a name, Lucille” Looking around the dinner table, everyone's attention was settled on one person.
“Had,” Lucille corrected. “After her little incident with Lady Daniela, I doubt anyone will be calling her other than a fool or a slattern.” She chuckled softly. “And you know that all too well, Gabriela”
Everyone's eyes were still fixated on one person. And that was Gabriela.
“I would watch my words If I were you, Lucille” The ginger-haired woman warned. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she stared directly at Lucille, the dark brown-haired woman who glared back at her.
Dinner was usually quiet for every single woman who worked at Castle Dimitrescu under Lady Dimitrescu's employment. But today seemed like a bad day to say the least. 
Lucille and Gabriela were one of the oldest employees in Castle Dimitrescu. 
They were both already here before your own family had decided you would be better working at a place that paid so well rather than at home where you only did the bare minimum at best.
“I am but stating a fact, Gabriela” Lucille rolled her eyes. “Had she been more careful with her work, she would not have ended in the dungeons” She sneered.
Gabriela slammed her fist against the table, every other maid flinched at the sudden noise. “If you'll excuse me,” She gritted out through clenched teeth. “I shall eat in my room” She said before storming out of the dining hall.
“Well,” You mumbled, wiping your mouth clean. “That was something”
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If you could kill someone with your bare hands without a thought, you'd have done it by now.
“You!” Beatrice, the head maid, called out. “Clean the library” She ordered, pointing at you with the broomstick in her hand. “And don't come back unless it is spotless”
Beatrice was quite a lovely woman.
Only if you weren't the one she was yelling at and making orders to.
“Yes, ma'am” You sighed exasperatedly before hurrying to the library.
Today just couldn't have been worse, you thought.
A shadow following you from afar, quiet like a mouse, unbeknownst to you.
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lexxxiidenisee · 8 months
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my birthday is in 23 days and i want birthday sex
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boseobrien · 2 years
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Me: How can I make today about Bomika?
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avaritia-ffxiv · 2 years
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hottataru replied to your post “the-odd-job: Made some progress on this ‘cause the...”
He's VERY VERY pretty
THANK I’m love him.
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dogin8 · 1 year
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buckleydiazmp4 · 18 days
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lou ferrigno jr really strolled up to set after five years, flew a helicopter to a capsized cruise ship in the middle of a storm, scrunched his nose multiple times, kissed oliver stark like he'd been training for it his whole career, improvised the chin grab, and i'm supposed to what. not love the guy??
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I absolutely rushed to draw this as soon as I saw this post by the lovely @rosekasa
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hayatheauthor · 23 days
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"Why do you care so much about accidentally leaving people out?" Because I've had friend groups where they were the planets and I was their Pluto.
I've had friend groups where our dynamics revolved around a Sun, with everyone vying for their attention if only to bask in their light for a mere moment. Where our thinly strung bonds collapsed the second our Sun left.
I've had friend groups where they bonded as Saturn's rings, finding solace in their shared shortcomings while isolating those more talented than them.
But I've also had friend groups where we bond as Neptune and Uranus—so similar we could be known as twins. Friend groups like Venus and Earth: so awfully different, yet it was those differences that kept us together.
And I would rather create a social system like the latter than the former.
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theluckiestlb · 10 months
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girl...WHEN??? WHERE????
what are you talking about???? when you kept him isolated for 14 years??? when you robbed him of bodily autonomy???? when you exposed him to his mother's corpse to akumatize him, TWICE????
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wait, wait—OH you mean when he was terrified for his life, literally begging you to stop after you beat him up. my bad.
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no? OH, you mean when you forced him to leave the country and the love of his life.
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Huh.
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Established Steddie, they have been living together for over a decade, did their best to heal their wounds from the Upside Down and learn to enjoy life again. It's not easy but they do it.
When the Lord of the Rings movies come out, it's actually Steve who suggests watching them to Eddie. He really tries engaging with Eddie's passions, but his focus is not the greatest when it comes to books. That doesn't mean he doesn't listen to Eddie ramble about them though - he knows all about hobbits, second breakfasts, the culture of smoking in the Shire...Eddie admires a lot of characters from the books, but ever since experiencing the Upside Down fuckery, he actually admits that the hobbits had a point. Good food, even better company and good tobacco? What else does one need? It also inspires Steve a few years later to prepare a full day of hobbit-inspired meals for their trilogy marathon when the extended editions come out. But this is about their first time watching the movies.
They both go to the movie theater excited. Steve is familiar with most of the characters, including Eddie's self-admitted crush on Aragorn. And Steve can see why, he can see so much good in all the members of the fellowship. After the first movie, he's wiping his eyes because Boromir deserved better. Eddie has a lot to say about what was lost in adaptation, but Steve knows Eddie loves those movies and would cut off his only remaining nipple before missing the next ones.
The Two Towers have Steve rooting for the ents and he feels strangely touched about how everyone underestimates Pippin, yet it's him who gets the ents to march. He really can't pick a favorite character. He can't wait for the third movie.
They go to the premiere of the Return of the King with Eddie. They secretly hold hands in the last row, and Steve watches the ride of the Rohirrim with bated breath. He clenches his hand in Eddie's when Theoden gets gravely injured, but then Éowyn is there and...oh.
He is staring slack-jawed at the scene. Éowyn's large, terrified eyes, the towering frame of the Witch King. Her posture was fearful, crouched, but still she faced him. And something surfaces in his head, something he's long forgotten.
He's unusually queit when they come back home, he still loves the rest of the movie, almost cries at "my friends, you bow to no one,", then definitely cries at Frodo leaving the Middle Earth. But there is still that something and Eddie can sense it. When they're falling asleep together, Eddie finally asks him. And Steve's had enough time to process what he felt.
"When Éowyn faced the Witch King...it reminded me of what it felt like. I mean, for the first time. I know it's stupid because saw so much unnatural shit, but...it's the first time that I have hard time forgetting," he admits quietly. "She reminded me of me in 1983 so much. I had no clue what I was getting myself into. I thought I'd do the right thing, but then I had a gun pointed at me, they both had blood on their hands...and then it appeared."
Eddie doesn't speak, he only holds Steve closer.
"It was so tall. I remember that petal-like mouth, those teeth, but mostly...I remember the crippling fear. I felt absolutely terrified. I couldn't move. There was even a moment when I thought of running away, but...I couldn't leave them there. Seeing someone go through something similar and being praised for being a hero...it makes me think. I used to be so ashamed for freezing in that moment. For even considering running away. But Éowyn...she was like me." There's awe in his voice and warmth, relief. "She had no idea what she was getting into. She froze. She didn't do everything perfectly and gracefully like Legolas or something, but when it mattered...she did what she had to."
He holds Eddie tighter and asks, almost shyly: "Will it offend you that I think she's my favorite character? Not Aragorn or Sam?"
Eddie just shakes his head and drops a kiss to Steve's hair. "Nah. She suits you well. And you're both amazing."
And if it becomes a silly endearment in their household, that Steve is sometimes called the Shieldmaiden of Hawkins? ("I'm not a maiden, Eddie!" "I'm not calling you a shieldboy or shieldbachelor, Steve!") Then Steve feels a hint of something that he thought he'd renounced, but now, for the first time he feels it's deserved - pride.
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 3 months
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spellbounddraws · 6 months
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A hypnosis session that starts when you have to spin a wheel over what method to go through.
The needle is stuck between pendulum and lights so the hypnotist has to bring out the disco ball
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cult-of-the-eye · 6 months
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Here's a thought...what if Martin Kartin Blackwood looked like super fucking scary. What if you go into the institute and you see like a 6"4 huge man bustling around with sparkly nail polish and a pride pin and he's scowling and then he offers you tea and comforts you after you have your statement and you're like oh ok I'm not gonna get beaten up by a massive gay man.
A second thought (I know shocking)...an amiable enough looking Jonathan Sims, you look at him and you sort of think yeah I'd tell that guy one of my deepest secrets, he looks kinda decent and then you sit down in the chair opposite and his features sort of sharpen and stand rigid against his face and his eyes narrow dangerously and it happened so quickly that you cant even imagine how you ever thought you could trust him but the words are flowing out and you can't seem to stop them.
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My dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called "The Black Parade" 😳 you'll be zonked out of your gourd 💯
Me: yeah whatever. I don't feel shit.
5 minutes later: dude I swear my memory will carry on
My buddy Gerard pacing: sometimes i get the feeling she's watching over me
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unwinthehart · 3 months
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I'm doing a summary for a friend anyway so, here it is: THE John Travolta vs Amadeus vs Russell Crowe GATE The whole thing starts a while back, when Amadeus (the lying liar who lied) had said he wouldn't have guests because Rai is broke and then announcing John Travolta and Russell Crowe as super guests. They both asked to be involved themselves, they weren't contacted by Rai and they will get very little money for their trouble (Travolta got a costs refund, Crowe not even that and came basically for free). Their reasons for joining the party (aside from a momentarily lack in judgment I guess): Travolta was doing something in France anyway, so it's close by and he saw that Fiorello was there and he remembers Fiorello from a while back, when he was a guest in one of his shows and apparently finds (found) him hilarious. Russell Crowe is the Gladiator. He's just here for the vibes (and to promote his tour), he's getting here straight from Australia. Travolta gets in Italy; he's super itchy with fans and the press. Doesn't even have the decency of being at TG1 (does he know that's also Amadeus realm? probably not). He signs a fucking contract, he knows what he'll be subjected to, he decides to be a menace anyway. He gets on Ariston stage and does a little of his iconic dance moves. Disaster is looming. He and Amadeus get outside where Fiorello is waiting for them with duck hats, that Travolta refuses to wear (who do you think you are? you think yourself better than Fiorello and Amadeus, the italian royal couple?????). They do this. Fiorello and Ama are vibing. Travolta is seeing his entire life and career end there. He does the whole thing with death in his eyes. And it's a fucking disaster. So much so that the next day it's all Italy can talk about (despite great things happening on that night). Apparently no one covered Travolta's shoes logo and it's a big problem for Rai. Amadeus snapped at journalists. Travolta cannot get a foot in Italy anymore because IT'S ON SIGHT. And here he comes, Russell Crowe as an avenging Gladiator in all his glory. He's truly here for the vibes and the vibes only. He's doing more interviews than the Sanremo Contestants. He's at TG1 despite not understanding a single word, as if he's one of Amadeus infinite list of co-hosts. He's answering over and over and over again "what is your favorite italian song?", he's singing Ricchi e Poveri like the entire Country did when that devil, Amadeus, reunited them a couple of years ago. He gets on Ariston stage, he sings, he recites his infamous line from The Gladiator, in italian (!), he says "Teresa, Teresa, TERESA", just because the co-host likes how he says her name. Then the dissing happens. Teresa Mannino is telling how they found out Russell Crowe like many other celebrities has italian roots, despite not having an italian surname "like, Di Caprio or Coppola or De Niro". Russell Crowe isn't here to play and he goes "or Travolta." Mocks him with the duck dance moves and mouths "wtf, wtf". Amadeus is cackling in the background, he has a new bestie. Italy as a whole has a new bestie, because the pettiness of it all was the most italian thing ever.
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