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stealingpotatoes · 10 months
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Honestly Mace would have loved Luke and Leia with his whole heart.
yes!!! honestly he's like a grandparent (in the dynamic way, not age way) bc he was harsh on anakin but you KNOW he's much more caring for the twins, like how a grandparent is strict on their kid but gives their grandkid literally whatever. and anakin's like where was this for me
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ridiasfangirlings · 7 months
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fushimi breaking yatas watch
If we’re talking deliberate breaking, I have a fic for that so let’s go with accidental breaking. Imagine post-betrayal and the two of them are having one of their usual fights, with Fushimi taunting Yata and not holding back in the least. At one point Fushimi throws a knife and Yata can’t quite bring up his bat to block in time. He expects to feel a spike of pain as it hits his wrist but instead he hears the sound of something breaking, and they both just freeze as the watch slips off Yata’s wrist and lands in a sad little pile on the ground. 
Fushimi recovers first, mocking Yata for being too slow. Yata just keeps staring at the watch though, leaning down to collect it and totally ignoring Fushimi. The band is broken and the front is cracked, it’s clearly not something he can fix by himself. Fushimi claims he doesn’t get why Yata looks so upset, like you should have already destroyed that old thing Misaki, you don’t want to wear something given to you by a traitor right. Yata yells at him to shut up, this wasn’t given to him by a traitor it was from… Saruhiko… and Fushimi laughs, like that was me too you know, I’ve always been this way, so you shouldn’t have bothered to hold onto anything like that. Yata bitterly says that of course Fushimi wouldn’t understand, he’s the one who threw it all away. Fushimi says that’s right, and once Yata learns to do the same and hates Fushimi the way he should then there won’t be any need to hold onto old things. Yata’s fists shake as he yells Fushimi’s name again and aims a punch, and Fushimi just grins as they start to fight once more. 
Later they part, Yata bruised and upset and every time he looks at the watch he feels like he wants to cry and he hates it, that he cares so much and can’t stop. He thinks maybe he should just throw the stupid thing away and imagine him standing overlooking a drain pipe with the watch in his hand. He tells himself he should just toss it right, it’s broken and the only guy who could fix it definitely won’t. In the end Yata slips the broken watch back into his pocket though, taking it home with him, and sometimes he’ll just sit in his room staring at it. (Post-ROK Fushimi spends the night at Yata’s place and when Yata wakes up in the morning he’s already left for work, leaving the fixed watch that Fushimi stayed up all night working on at Yata’s bedside where it can't be missed.)
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izayoichan · 2 years
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How could he fail the simplest of tasks, like getting dressed and going to the shelter, where he knew he was expected to be. A place he loved, yet the last message his managers had sent him before they ended the tour had just plummeted him into a deep dark hole of anxiety. A Christmas concert, two in total, both close to where he lived, and they were already sold out. He tried to control his breathing without much luck, feeling awful both from the panic, and the feeling of letting down the person he had looked so much forwards to see. Instead of pulling himself together though, he started crying between the small breaths he managed to take as his mind went over the idea of yet more concerts.
River widened his eyes and slowly made way to the bed. He pressed his lips to a thin line, watching the way the boy sobbed under the blanket. His cries wracked through River, awakening every protective cell on his body to just tell him to hold Lucas and tell him everything would be alright, and keep him safe from the world, make him know he was safe. That would be what he'd do if it were Rylan. But Lucas wasn't Rylan, and Lucas didn't like being touched. 
River: What are you sorry for, starlight? You haven't done anything wrong.
He walked around the bed so he was facing Lucas. He kneed in front of the bed and pulling on his lip reached a hand forward. Very carefully he pulled just a bit of the blanket, so he could see Lucas' face.
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ladychlo · 3 months
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Motaz Azaiza interviewed by Ajstream after fleeing Gaza, please do watch the whole interview...
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marypsue · 5 months
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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
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linktoo-doodles · 3 months
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i'll strangle you or i'll kiss you on the mouth
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nerdpoe · 18 days
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Danny's found a way to dodge GIW trackers, as well as his parents. Their equipment hunts ghosts, ghosts run on emotion; so as long as he keeps his under a tight lid and doesn't feel anything ever, they won't be able to track him.
It works!
He's able to run from them, and goes as far as New Jersey. The plan was to stow away on a ship, and go to literally any country that wasn't America. He goes to Gotham, which hosts the one harbor he knows where no one will ask any questions.
But because of how weird he acted (completely emotionless during a Joker attack), he was fingered by police immediately.
He's handed over to CPP. CPP doesn't know what to do with a teen literally so traumatized that they don't show any emotion at all, ever. He keeps just...walking out of his placements. Just leaves without a sound.
Luckily, he's always caught, due to those placement houses having quiet alarms and him refusing to run.
They call the one foster parent they know who does.
Bruce Wayne takes in the strange, nameless kid who refuses to talk.
On paper, they gave him the filler name of 'John Doe', for lack of anything better to do.
Bruce does everything he can to make the newest arrival feel at home. Damian, for as territorial as he is, actually breaks out of his shell sooner than expected just to try to get the new kid to speak. To emote. To do something. Duke tries the open approach, then tries the 'no one will ever know, everyone thinks I'm an innocent goody-two-shoes' approach. Nada.
Tim even tries to trick him into talking, but nothing works.
Enter Dick; Dick heard about Bruce's new ward, about the situation, and decided to see if he could get the kid to open up.
Danny though. Danny's in trouble.
The Wayne Manor is weirdly secure, and he can't just walk away like he did his other placements. He can't use ghost powers or the GIW and his parents will immediately know where he is.
He really, really wants to take Bruce up on his offer and just spend the day relaxing. Respond to Damian's attempts to provoke him. Overshare about space facts with Tim.
But most of all, he really, desperately wants to get in a Pun Competition with Dick. He wants to laugh at Dick's jokes, and learn coolass gymnastic tricks!
But he can't!
If he relaxes with Bruce, he'll be content, which is an emotion. If he argues with Damian, he'll get annoyed, which is an emotion. If he sneaks out with Duke and breaks the rules, he'll get happy, which, again, emotion. If he overshares with Tim, he'll get excited, which is, yet again, an emotion!
The worst sin of all, he can't even show proper appreciation of the food the Butler keeps making him!
And now there's even more people coming over!
There's a quiet girl who keeps reading his body language and trying to get him to dance ballet, a blonde girl who keeps trying to kidnap him to take him to BatBurger, a guy with a stripe of white who wants to take him to a shooting range, and it just...he really, really wants to!
He wants to do all these cool things with them!
But he fucking can't!
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pouletpourri · 7 months
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I know the circustances didn't make it avaliable, but..I kinda wish we had a farewell scene
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zillychu · 4 months
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human form reveal! he wears his hair in a variety of styles, which include: whatever Sam or Tuck want to do that day (if left alone he will simply do nothing and get it caught in everything)
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Crowley really fights for his life every time he tries to read something
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[insp.]
+ honorable mentions:
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nenayaquisieras · 2 months
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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.
"No, this is specifically for you, take it."
When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.
Fuck.
He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.
He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.
The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.
You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.
"What's got you so cheery?"
You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.
"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.
He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.
You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.
"Yea,"
"I liked it."
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ghouljams · 29 days
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Soap refuses to wear condoms, insists he's tracking your cycle and everything will be fine. Except when you text him: "Good news I got my period" and his immediate response is: "How's that good news?" you realize you misunderstood what he was tracking.
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wombywoo · 2 months
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aftercare ❤️‍🩹
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chubs-deuce · 2 months
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Alastor may dislike new age tech but that doesn't mean he doesn't have his sources lol
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selenityshiroi · 11 months
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Zelda travelling around Hyrule after the Calamity and people are tripping over themselves to tell her stories about the Hero because they love that feral cryptid mad man and are so proud of him
'I met him when I was about to get eaten by a Hinox...he jumped off a horse, fired 12 arrows in the blink of an eye and then got smacked in the face with a tree...but then he came back and hacked away at it's legs with this stupidly big sword until it finally died'
'He was wearing this weird patched together mask that looked like a monster but he made enough curry for everyone so we didn't like to ask'
'But...the hero was a girl? She wore these lovely green silks and every time she came out of the Gerudo Canyon she had a bag full of electric safflina to sell to Beedle over there. The Gerudo think she's an amazing fighter, which says a lot, and she always thanked me for looking after her horses when she went into the desert'
'I swear to Hylia that he ran through here wearing nothing but his underwear and a mask shaped like a leaf...claimed he was looking for the Children of the Forest. Sorry, Princess, but I'm not sure he was quite right in the head at the time'
'He used to creep in here silently wearing this grey mask and with enough lizards and beetles that we could make enough elixirs to last for a month. Not sure I ever saw his face without it'
And the entire time Link is stood neatly dressed, three steps away, listening to every word and no one pays him the slightest bit of attention. Because none of them cotton on that 'prim and proper Royal Knight' Link and 'I will defeat this Lynel with a stick, a pot lid and a bucket load of adrenaline' Wild Child Hero is the same man. Especially with how many masks he owned.
When they walk away and are out of sight and earshot Zelda just raises her eyebrow with a smile and he is like '...I can explain...it made sense at the time'
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t00thpasteface · 10 months
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not done messing with their shapes yet actually
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