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justanormalfreak · 3 months
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You don't realise the level of gay you are until you ship a rare pair with only a dozen or less fics in AO3 which have them as a main couple. And then proceed to hyperfixiate on those little crumbs for a whole year....
And then someone reminds you of that little pair and you proceed to get obsessed with them again.
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isame-allen · 1 month
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Day 10
Listen I may not draw them as enemies to lovers as often but I’d rather have 90% of the scenarios in my head then draw em
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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year
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OTP challenge - day 14
IT IS BACK YOU GUYS!!! I am bringing it back! ✨turtely's otp challenge✨
please someone tell me they are excited- i need that, lol.
I had the BIGGEST writer's block ever: didn't come up with an idea for mOnThs and when I finally did have one I was like "idk how to wriiiiite that" but today I was like *slams table* yk what?! Fuck that! I am bringing it back! Soooo yeah. Here we go? please lmk what you think!
Btw it is a bit (a lot) different then my other stories sooo bear with me yeah?
[Link to day 13]
14. Geeking out over something
Blue vs. red. Grunts vs. robotic breathing. Good vs. bad. Two lighsabers meet, trying to push the other away. Two male counterparts, fighting for what they think is the right way, which looks decidedly different from each view.
Suddenly - the taller, darker haired, with the black mask - strikes and-
"AAAAAAHHH", the shorter, blonder, with perspiration in his shaggy hair - cries in agony. His hand has been separated from his arm. (Or was he just hiding it in is sleeve?) The boy steps back, covering his injured arm under the healthy one. His weapon is lost. The dark guy steps closer and the blond is trapped on a small part of the treehouse platform.
The other boy man speaks up, "There is no escape. Don’t make me destroy you. You do not yet
realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the
galaxy."
But the blond boy - even with no escape in sight, even being greatly injured - refuses. Brave soldier until the bitter end, he counters, "I’ll never join you!"
But the masked one does not give up, "If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Wan never told
you what happened to your father."
Desperately holding onto the tree branch the metal construct the blond boy speaks through gritted teath, "He told me enough! It was you
who killed him."
Perhaps you would see a sad smile behind the mask as his friend enemy speaks. "No. I am your father."
Shocked, the blond stares at his counterpart. Refusing to believe even one word, he yells, "No. No. That’s not true! That’s impossible!"
The taller argues in his deep voice, "Search your feelings. You know it to be true."
But the smaller won't believe. "No! No! No!"

"Luke. You can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father
and son. Come with me. It is the
only way." He puts away his sword, and offers his hand to the shorter boy man.
The injured breathes deeply, indescribable but pronounced tranquility waving over him. He looks over the edge, looks back at the masked man and-
He jumps off, landing safely in a trampoline underneath, falling into the endlessness of the galaxy.
The taller boy rips his mask off and reveals messy dark curls. With one jump he follows the blond boy and lands next to him on the trampoline. The shorter boy giggles and turns around on his belly. His face prepped on his palm, blue eyes sparkling as he looks at his friend. The dark haired boy grins widely and lays onto his back, with one arm under his head. "Nice acting there, Martin"
The blond laughs, "Yours was pretty good too, Ben"
Ben, the taller, dark-haired boy, grabs his own hand and imitates the shout of pain from the act, that appeared minutes before, "AAAAAHHHH!"
The blond - Martin - playfully nudges Ben's shoulder with his hand. "Oh, shut up!"
The dark haired boy smiles at him. Then his face turns serious, "Join me when I go to acting school, after high school."
"We could be Holmes and Watson", Martin grins.
Ben grabs Martin's hand, "Whatever happens you'll forever be the Holmes to my Watson."
But as soon as he says that, Martin has to visibly fight a laugh back.
"What? What is it?"
"It's just-", now Martin can't help laughing. "Have you looked at yourself?! You definitely got the looks for a genius. You- with your cheekbones..."
"My cheekbones?!"
"Yeah! And the dark hair and all that." Martin waves generally at Ben's face. "Gotta be you."
Ben considers that. Then he shrugs. "Alright. As long as it is us."
"Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.", Martin says with a gentle smile, squeezing Ben's hand.
"John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.", Ben replies.
"Yeah, could work." Martin grins.
"BBC is gonna love us." Ben says, a dreamy expression on his face.
"Everyone is gonna love us." Martin says, shrugging, completely unaware how true these words will be.
~The story about how Freebatch turned into Johnlock because of Star Wars.
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(tags and info under the cut)
sooo yeah I guess that was a multi crossover? Ever looked for a "young Freebatch geeking out over Star Wars and then talking about becoming Johnlock"-fanfic? Well there you go! xDD This was my first freebatch fic ever (I don't usually write or read that because I think the actors deserve some privacy...) and probably my last so don't hate please :P
The dialogue (the one written in italics) is taken from the Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back movie. Check out my Source.
All I've got left to say is: Thank you for sticking with me and reading, my lovely turtles!
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likesbyp · 2 years
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alex shirtless fitzalan on the wilds season 2.  
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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years
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Give me Snupin fanfic recommendations. GIVE IT TO ME
Please please please please please please please please please please please please please
Our dear friend @maruke2003 asked for the same thing and I made ✨this✨ I’m sure you’ve read a few, I also included one-shots. I love every fic I mentioned sm.
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litwhorees · 2 years
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https://www.instagram.com/p/ChI45z6s3l0/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= ur thoughts?
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how are two “bros” just so causally domestic !? they are actually in love and majority of the population just… ignores it !?
and they don’t even try to be secretive about it like this is IN FRONT OF FANS !
okay so those were my initial thoughts but then I started thinking why was diggs doing this ? 🤔 (besides being a lil gremlin)
and I came up with: Diggs doesn’t know how to apologize for being the biggest brat to ever do it so instead when he feels like he’s been a lil too extra he just starts doing random nice things for Josh lol
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the will wood brainrot is strong i see
it most certainly is. i have not listened to other music since before the new year. send help
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dumbnojutsu · 8 months
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i'm so sorry but i cannot take this movie seriously like, something about chris rock's voice puts me off. also the jigsaw didn't target cops bit LMAO
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seamgel · 10 months
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hopefully i'll get this art done tomorrow afternoon cuz i'm gonna go smwhere in the morning for like atleast six hours so-
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annoyingyellowhouse · 2 years
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I wanna start a project where I go over Larry proof like old stuff and find out if it still checks out
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charliespringverse · 1 year
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i am not a taskmaster blog but i AM autistic and a taskmaster fan and this post made me have some emotions earlier today and i am yet to see it shared on tumblr
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plasticsandwich · 1 year
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and then stab ourselves after!!!!!
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topsyturvy-turtely · 2 years
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OTP challenge - day 13
[link to day 12]
(please read the whole thing i think it is worth it.)
13. In a Fairytale
Once upon a time there was a boy. His name was William but he preferred Sherlock. he was shy and didn't talk much, but he was very smart. He didn't really have any friends but he didn't mind because he had the nightsky. Every evening he would sit at his window and stare at the stars. When he looked long enough he could see them dance, play together, glitter as they chitter. Each one had another amazing story to tell. And each one was brighter than the one before. Sherlock loved to listen to them. But the moon? The moon was always quiet. Sherlock found it comforting.
Sometimes, when his day has been rough, Sherlock wanted to just fade away and maybe even be one of the stars. Dancing in the night, telling another blinking story. But it seemed the stars were too busy with themselves to care about Sherlock. So he always turned to the smiling, gentle moon and whisper-told it how cruel this world was. The moon never responded but it listened. And Sherlock was thankful.
As he grew the boy got a telescope and he started studying the stars. He had a notebook and scribbled everything down that he could figure out. But it wasn't enough. He could never figure the stars out. The moon however was as straight forward as it gets. Depending on its location around the earth it's decreasing or increasing. Its gravity determining ebb and flow. It was interesting and Sherlock had learned it all in a day. Fascinating, but not as much as the stars. To Sherlock that was something that steadied him in all the uncertainty about the stars.
When the boy had turned into a man, he decided to study astrology, determined to find out everything about the stars. They were beautiful, fascinating, breathtaking. And as much as Sherlock appreciated the moon, he wasn't full of suprises like the stars.
But when Sherlock's first love had used him, hurt him, bruised him... he remembered how he used to tell the moon everything. How he always felt like the moon understood, how it listened and always smiled.
It was a night of a full moon when, with tears in his eyes, Sherlock turned away from the stars and poured his heart out to the moon. How everything in him hurt, how much he hated feeling like this, how much he always had appreciated the moon.
But then a cloud snuck its way in front of the moon and as the light of the moon dimmed, so did Sherlock's mood. His eyes stung, his heart clenched, and his head hurt. He closed his eyes sharply, trying to force away the feelings. And then suddenly the light in his room was turned on. Who was-? He turned around, panicking if someone had broken in, when he realized it wasn't his usual lights.
The light had a blue touch to it, and it came from the middle of the room. Sherlock looked away - out to the sky, desperately trying to find the moon's comforting presence. But it wasn't there... Sherlock turned around and- stumbled back. The moon was right there in his room.
It looked like everything and nothing all at once. It looked like a boy- no a girl- was it even human? Of course not, it was the moon. It looked sad, it smiled, it had no face. It shone so bright, it was hard to look at. It was too dark to know if it was even shining. It sang a melody, its mouth was closed. It looked like his mom, like his first crush (a boy from middle school), like the librarian that used to let him stay in the library, even though they had closed a long time ago. It looked like everything he loved, everyone he had a good relationship with. It was everything he dreamed of, it was like nothing he has even imagined. Sherlock had no air to breathe, there was too much oxygen in his lungs. The moon seemed to settle its appearance - it looked like heaven, it looked completely normal. Like just another man, like the most handsome man Sherlock has ever seen. It still shone... (but has it ever?) and then it moved towards Sherlock, it was walking without legs... Sherlock's head spun. Suddenly Sherlock felt arms around him, it was like being hugged by a shadow, by the sun itself- no. By the moon. Nothing made sense, everything was incredibly easy to understand.
Then the moon slowly flew back. Sherlock felt in his stomach that it smiled, he heard its voice in his head: "It's nice to finally meet you, Sherlock."
The boy was overwhelmed and asked the first thing that came into his mind: "What's your name?"
The moon didn't look at him as it stared into his eyes: "I am called Minthem." And the sound of that word made Sherlock forget everything he has ever known. It was like a song played by an instrument that has yet to be invented. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He tasted it: "Minthem", then made a face. It sounded like he had his mouth full of glue, it was supposed to sound like a burning phoenix headed to heaven.
Sherlock asked: "I feel like I can't say your name with the appreciation it needs. Would it be offensive to you if I called you John?"
The moon smiled with all the teeth it didn't have: "John sounds great. I hope to see you again soon."
With that it disappeared, the cloud moved along and revealed the moon like nothing ever happened.
That night a stargazer turned into a moonlover.
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Minthem = M(an) in the m(oon)
it is my own fairytale because i didn't wanna do another adaptation of the few fairytales out there, that was done before. i have been excited about writing sth for this prompt. and it turns out i really like it hehe. kinda wanna write a whole fanfic... but HOW? WHEN?? anyhow... feedback - give me feedback!
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leafatlaw · 7 months
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flowerhusbands… to me… is just, “I’ll wait for you forever”. And Scott does no matter where when or anything Scott’s always there waiting patiently for Jimmy. Empires rats limited life, it’s always going to be them meeting, and it’s always going to be them not working out.
Ranchers to me is “I’ll go to hell with you. I’ll go to heaven with you, I’ll go anywhere with you.” They’d go anywhere together holding hands and laughing. I doubt they’d notice where they’re going, I think they’re lost.
desert duo to me is “I’ll follow you to hell and back but I swear the next time you go to hell I’m leaving you there”. Grian will never leave him. They are tied together.
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cardboardramen · 1 year
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drew some demongirl lesbians instead of working today
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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years
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@ that one google doc anon:
No. My answer is no.
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