I was going to write a post about the red thread of destiny in Unknown, but I'm still stuck here.
This man opened the door, saw his friend in bed with his brother, and OPENED IT AGAIN!
THEN HE STARED!
When Qian finally came down, he said nothing. Not one word. Just stared, and it was Qian who spilled the beans about Yuan being gay.
Homie was being smacked again and again with revelations. He was just here to pick up his friend for carpool duty, and now . . .
Now he has to ask the questions that need asking: Does Yuan like "boys" or does he like one particular man? Does the man also like Yuan? Does this man even realize what is happening even though the same thing is happening to him with Lili?!
I know he is going to piss me off when all hell breaks loose, but for now, I appreciate him putting those puzzle pieces together.
He belongs with Lili. Two busy bodies putting the gay little dots together.
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last night, this little beast would NOT leave me alone (digging and biting at the gate, ringing his bell toy, etc) so i had to go sit and hang out with him before bed
then he demanded pets
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Nothing makes Mav grinning more than correct people when they call him Captain Mitchell because now he can say actually it's Capitain Mitchell-Kazansky and people go impossibily still and it almost seems like they stop breathing all together. It never stops to amuse him.
(When Tom gets home, after days like that, Pete makes sure to always kiss him longer because you're beautiful and you should have seen Admiral Cain's expression Ice! He looks this close to have a heart attack!)
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you get no context but listen to me. listen to me lily if vurelly asks for your hand in marriage you must pick me. ill be the jacob to your bella dw no context but listen-
gingerly touches this ask. something happened here….
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sleepwalking
It was an unusual marriage even by Coruscant standards.
She’d thought the reserved iciness of her husband was a product of their circumstances and, given natural time, would fade away. It didn’t. If anything, she found herself drowning deeper into his shadow side, never finding ways to break down the walls. There was something about him that wouldn’t relent. She watched him like one watched the dangerous tides. Now two years into their marriage and Jyn felt like she knew the man sharing her bed even less. A perpetual retreat. A dead transmission. A deconstruction.
She wore the black of a widow and watched his white uniform bleed her dry.
When the ISB shows up on her doorstep, Jyn learns that her loyalty can only lay in one place. She might choose him, her ghost.
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i keep on coming back to my kitty based Teen Wolf hcs...
stiles having a fluffy kitty named Thor Peanut-Butter Stilinski
AND
stiles having an overprotective bigboi cat who is thoroughly unimpressed by the werewoofs who keep on sneaking into HIS person's room.
...and honestly? I think there's magic somewhere in the spaces where they overlap.
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also anyway whenever kafka is in a room she just starts messing with every little object it doesnt matter whose it is. you got a trinket, its hers to play with
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Aye I'm rlly sorry for sending that vampire whump ask here if u have a whump blog
:( <3
oh nono, it’s not a problem at all, don’t worry! no need to apologise <3
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If you try five doors in a row that are locked and ONE isn't. Why. Why would you come in? The lights are OFF!! WE ARE STILL CLOSED!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU COME IN??
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