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tawaifeddiediaz · 3 days

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main dua ke baad jab bhi, aankhon ko kholunmere humnava ka mujhe, chehra dikha de whenever i open my eyes from prayer show me the face of my beloved

(inspired by @oneawkwardcookie's fanvid of the song that these lyrics are from)

[ID: four gifs of Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley from 911 episodes 7.04 and 6.18 respectively. All four gifs are set around sunset.

GIF 1: Eddie walking backward as he makes a mocking face. He is silhouetted against the sun and his face isn't fully visible, and briefly, the glare makes a rainbow as the shot follows him.

GIF 2: Buck with his eyes closed, slowly opening them as he releases a breath, a muscle in his jaw jumping.

GIF 3: Eddie's face visible as he continues to walk backwards, making goofy faces at Buck as he gloats, tilting his head from side to side, arms swinging loosely. The setting sun makes one half of his body gleam.

GIF 4: Buck looking forward, a thoughtful expression on his face.

/end ID]

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oldshrewsburyian · 2 days

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Jaime/Brienne, modern AU. Ahem.

*muffled screaming* Ahem. So, I think I would take the license of setting this at a university specifically, because 1) write what you know 2) what other setting is quite as good at forcing people who really hate each other into proximity and reenacting/reinforcing intersecting hierarchies in deeply weird ways?

...anyway.

Speaking of those weird intersecting hierarchies, I think Brienne has a proper PhD (humanities, with that quixotry)¹ and Jaime is one of those people with Industry Experience™ and oodles of family money

Can I save Ned Stark from death at the cost of making him head of Faculty Senate and/or the AAUP chapter? He seems like a union man (affectionate, complimentary)

Cat has a flexible admin job because one does not simply raise (*counts quickly*) six children on a single income, and this way, if Cat manages the First Year Experience™ program for undergrads, she can be semi-directly responsible for the fact that Brienne and Jaime have to work together²

I'm envisioning Jaime as one of those men who performs expertise via TED talks, podcasts, etc., where it's more important to be persuasive for ten minutes and look good doing it than to actually do work (Brienne is annoyed by this as is her right)

Having recently gotten to the King's Guard meeting in A Storm of Swords, I can say that Jaime is shockingly (!!) good at running committee meetings/managing departmental politics, and I feel as though this should be relevant³

¹This also allows me to put in medievalism for fun

²This also means that Brienne and Cat can hang out

³Also canonical, of course, is the fact that however clumsily (!), he is very invested in defending her in the face of other people's sexism/misogyny, even though hardly innocent of these things

#clearly i have a normal amount of feelings thank you <3 #5 au facts #now with footnotes #jaime x brienne #apparently #i just have to add the 'apparently' every time #but HERE WE ARE #something like 85% of the fiction i read from ages 12-16 primed me to lose my entire mind over this relationship... arc? obstacle course?

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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jeanmoreaudefensesquad · 21 hours

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Every now and then I'll see posts about how like "it's wild that Kevin and Neil thought that Andrew could protect them from the yakuza/Neil's father/whatever," and I think that physical protection isn't the point. That's not what Andrew is providing.

Think about this bit from The Foxhole Court:

"I can't tell Riko no!" "Then don't say a word," Wymack said. "Keep your mouth shut and let me and Andrew do the talking."

And of course we all know "you gave me a key and called it home."

So I think Andrew is protecting Kevin and Neil from themselves. From their automatic reactions, to give into Riko, to run. He's their anchor, which, to Kevin and Neil and their automatic reactions to the specific threats posed by Riko and Nathan, is in many ways more important than the physical protection.

#I don't know if this will make sense to anyone but me #but here we are #I have strong feelings about this #aftg #all for the game #kevin day #neil josten #andrew minyard

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relzz5xg · 2 days

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She's gonna form... Sooner or later.. right???

HEAVY REF ON THE SU ART BOOK!!!! (I love u Lauren zuke)

#idk if i posted this already #but here we are #su peridot #steven universe #gay #shitposting #peridot #gayrocks #art #lapis lazuli #lapidot #cool art #lapis

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secondbeatsongs · 1 year

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for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"

#the truman show #sbs rambles #I keep thinking about how children on popular youtube channels should probably have laws to protect them #social workers assigned to them maybe #I dunno #they did not sign up to have their lives sold for profit #but here we are #tho #I guess none of us signed up for it #and our data is harvested more than ever #god #high-tech capitalism sucks turns out #OH WAIT because tumblr is bad at getting context sometimes #let me specify:#I am not saying that the movie The Truman Show is bad or that it normalizes this #like all good sci-fi (because it is kind of sci-fi) it's there to warn us of what the future could hold #and it did that in a very good way - it's a beautiful movie #I could see someone with a bad faith take assuming I meant that it was part of the problem #it absolutely wasn't. it didn't normalize this; we did #youtube did and social media #it's us that's the problem #or more specifically: big corporations and a lack of regulation #that's the origin of most modern problems

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matchingbatbites · 3 months

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Happy Valentine's, all. <3

Eddie doesn't want to be making this call. Literally the last thing he wants to be doing is making this specific phone call, but he'll be damned if he lets his asshole of a roommate get away with this.

After a moment the ringing stops, and a voice says "Hello?"

"Uh, hi, is this Steve?"

"It is, who is this?"

"It's Eddie, Jake's roommate? I got your number from him." Well, from his phone when he'd left it unattended one day, but Steve doesn't need to know the details. "I really, really hate to be making this call, especially the day before Valentine's, but uh. Jake is cheating on you."

The line is silent for a moment before he hears a weak "What?"

Eddie's eyes squeeze shut at the heartbreak he can hear in that single word. He hates that he's doing this, but knows it needs to be done, for Steve's sake.

"I got home from work not too long ago, and heard him with some girl in his room. I took a video, if you want proof, but I just- I thought you deserved to know."

There's a bit of shuffling on Steve's end, along with a soft sniffle. "I, uh. I don't need the video. I believe you. I'm not all that surprised, if I'm honest."

He huffs a laugh, the sound so self-deprecating that it makes Eddie's stomach twist in empathy. "Guess that makes me three-for-three on my long-term partners cheating. I'm starting to wonder what the fuck is wrong with me."

That last part is softer, like Steve was speaking to himself, but Eddie hears it and frowns, because- because Steve is lovely. He can tell that Steve is beautiful inside and out, always kind with just enough sass to make him so fun to be around.

He's always makes sure to talk to Eddie every time he comes over, even if it's just a simple greeting or goodbye, and whenever he cooks at their apartment - because he's a great cook - he always makes enough for Eddie to have some as well.

It feels wrong to hear Steve talk like this, like there's something about him that needs to be fixed. Like his previous partners were right to abuse his love and trust, instead of treating them like the treasures Eddie knows they are.

Before Eddie can speak out to reassure him, the man continues. "Thank you for telling me Eddie. Spending Valentine's alone is gonna suck, but I guess that's better than spending it with someone who doesn't care about me."

"Spend it with me."

Eddie isn't sure where the request comes from, but as soon as it leaves his mouth, it's all he wants.

Steve gives a soft "Huh?" and Eddie repeats it, "Spend it with me. A boy as pretty as you shouldn't be cooped up inside on a day like Valentine's. Let me take you out, try to salvage it for you at least a little."

Steve goes quiet, and for a solid ten seconds, Eddie is sure that he's about to be rejected.

And then Steve says "Jake was supposed to pick me up at 6:30 tomorrow. I'll come by yours at six instead, so I can break up with him before we leave. Is that okay?"

A sigh of relief, and Eddie slumps into the wall behind him. "Sounds perfect, Stevie. Wear something nice, but casual, okay?"

"I can do that. I'll see you tomorrow, Eddie. And thanks again."

Jake comes across Eddie the next evening as he's packing the last of the food into a bag. He's spent the last hour or so getting it ready, making sure it's all perfect even though it's nothing too complicated.

A meat and cheese plate with some fancy crackers, a jar of the pickled asparagus he's recently become addicted to, a bowl of diced fruit and a box of fancy chocolates he'd splurged on.

He'd even dropped money on a bouquet of roses, and he already has a few comfy blankets and pillows packed into the back of the van. Everything perfect and ready to go. When Jake sees his preparations, he lets out a low whistle.

"Wow, Eddie. Trying to impress someone?"

Eddie shrugs, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "Yep. It's our first date, so I want it to be special. Didn't wanna go the usual, boring, fancy restaurant route."

He's sure that's what Jake had planned for himself and Steve, and it's confirmed by the way his nose wrinkles. "There's nothing wrong with spending money on your date, Eddie. If you have the money to spend, that is."

Jesus Christ, Eddie can't wait to move out of this fucking place, and away from this fucking asswipe.

"Anyway, I've gotta go pick up Steve soon, and I'm planning on bringing him back here tonight, so maybe see if you can crash with your date, yeah?"

"Sure thing-" Eddie replies, though he's interrupted by the sound of a knock ringing through the apartment. He grins wide, knowing exactly who it is. "That must be my date. Can you grab that while I finish up here?"

Jake rolls his eyes but complies, and Eddie freezes in place, not daring to make a sound so he can hear whatever interaction is about to happen.

The door opens, and he hears Jake's confused "Steve? What are you doing here? I'm supposed to be-"

"Yeah, we're not doing anything anymore. Ever again, actually."

God, Steve sounds so bitchy, and Eddie fucking loves it. He grabs the bag of food and the bouquet of roses from the counter, glad that he got dressed beforehand, and makes his way to the entry.

"What are you saying, Steve?"

"I'm saying that we're over, Jake. Maybe you can call the girl you fucked last night and take her to dinner instead."

Eddie turns the corner in time to see Jake's stunned expression, clearly not expecting Steve to throw that at him. He takes a moment to bask in the fire burning behind hazel eyes, until they slide to him and that fire vanishes, replaced with something sparkling and delighted.

"Hi, Eddie," Steve says, his demeanor changing like the flip of a switch, and Eddie beams. He steps closer and offers the bouquet of roses, along with a "Happy Valentine's, Stevie."

The money Eddie spent on the flowers was worth it to see the blush that floods Steve's face as he reaches out to take them.

"Oh, thank you. That's really sweet of you."

"What the fuck is happening right now?"

Eddie and Steve both turn to look at a very petulant and confused Jake, and Steve just smiles. "Well, you just got dumped, and my Valentine is about to take me on a date."

It takes a moment, but something must finally click, because Jake's face goes red with rage. Eddie just grabs Steve's arm, guiding him out of the apartment before the man can actually do something.

"So what's the plan?" Steve asks as he takes Eddie's hand, lacing their fingers together as Eddie leads him to his van.

"Well, uh. The next town over still has a drive in theater, and they're showing some old romance movies tonight. The drive to get there is pretty nice, and we'll actually have some time to talk, and then- I have some blankets and pillows in the back of the van, and I brought food so we can do a picnic during the movies. I mean, if- if that sounds good to you."

Steve's eyes are sparkling again as Eddie rambles, and he squeezes their hands in delight. "That sounds perfect, Eds."

By the time Eddie gets home late that night, he's learned two things:

The first is that Steve had already been debating on breaking up with Jake before this whole fiasco, but the thing stopping him was that he actually likes being around Eddie, and he thought wanting to hang out with his ex-boyfriend's roommate would be too weird.

The second thing Eddie's learned is that Steve's smile tastes like dark chocolate and sunshine, and kissing him might just be Eddie's new favorite hobby.

(Eddie does eventually show the video to Steve, just to reassure him that he didn't break them up so Eddie could date him instead. The only comment Steve makes is "She's definitely faking, his dick game isn't that good.")

#i didn't plan on writing over 1k for valentine's #but here we are #steddie #steddie fluff #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie au #steve harrington #eddie munson #joey writes

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xenolinn · 1 year

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He wants to show off his husband real quick.

#never in my life would I have thought I'd draw Undertale and wtnv art together #but here we are #this is messy but I needed to throw this out cause I need people to know how much Cecil loves his husband #and would probably take this opportunity to talk about him #tumblr sexyman poll #welcome to night vale #wtnv #cecil sweep #cecil palmer #carlos the scientist #undertale #sans undertale #my art

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amustikas · 1 year

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Tiny Soap rizzing up Ghost hardstyle!!

#sims cat break dance meme #MW2 #MWII #COD MW2 #cod #call of duty #ghost #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #soap #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #i forgot you could post videos on tumblr #i dont know what came over me #but here we are #enjoy

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incaseyouart · 11 months

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A sketchy set of Rauru busts!! He is quite literally the goat :P

insta | tik tok | twitter | store

#rauru #totk #tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda #totk rauru #zelda #my art #sexy goat daddy #never thought I'd use that tag #but here we are

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blumineck · 11 months

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Them: arrows deal piercing damage

Me: hold my quiver

(I couldn't not use this soundtrack)

#archery #trick shot #nerd #fantasy #cutting test #is not a tag usually associated with archery #but here we are

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catalyswitch · 1 year

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Some quick sketches cause I was having feelings after the episode yesterday....

#Morgana Arts #RWBY #Summer Rose #yang xiao long #Ruby Rose #Xiao Long Rose family #Can't believe I'm here doing rwby fanart in the year 2023 #but here we are #sometimes the inspiration is just there and you gotta roll with it

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roshellow29 · 6 months

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Brozone✨

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always-coffee · 3 months

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To a Drowning Man

Here is the weight of a heart:

dreams gone ragged at the edges,

faded and frayed, the ghost of hope

rather than her full splendour,

and yet,

it’s enough, isn’t it? She sings

still, not siren but lullaby,

a reminder of strength

in darker times,

a hand offered

without expectation, just steady

and steady on—

the constant promise

of softness, breath

to a drowning man

who has ignored his own drowning—

sometimes, love is this

potential:

glimmer unexpected,

gentleness unasked for,

a silhouette standing in shadow,

imperfect heart

shining, a torch song

burning

against the dark.

#poem #poetry #poet #been trying to write a specific poem for days #this is not that #so you get it tumblr #sorry not sorry #ali trotta #writer #not sure I even like this one #but here we are

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poppy-purpura · 7 months

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#17776 #maybe I delete rw tag #also um i'm sorry i'm not so unique #and i can't make smth new for em fandom??#but here we are

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another-goblin · 8 months

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A little self indulgent Wriolette

(made before 4.1 so I've got no idea what's Wrio's personality or what's their actual relationship haha)

#genshin impact #my stuff #neuvillette #wriothesley #i hereby rename you two to Risly and Nuvi btw #paimon #lumine #wriolette #every time I make a comic #especially in color #i swear to myself #never again #they take ungodly amount of time #they always look much batter in my head then the final result #and they usually get 2-3 likes max lol #but here we are #at least i've learned how to simplify their clothes #lifehack: you don't have to draw their clothes at all if they are not wearing it

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essektheylyss · 11 days

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Fearne had, in true Fearne fashion, wrapped herself like a personal pashmina around Dorian, which left Orym to curl into his chest.

They had slept this way dozens of times before. Fearne’s blackened fingers wrapped tightly around his forearm as she snored loudly into Dorian’s ear. Orym’s head rested on Dorian’s bicep, his arms folded together between them, and his bare feet were gingerly resting upon Dorian’s thighs just above the knees, as Dorian had coiled enough to let Fearne’s fuzzy leg stretch over his hip. They were exhausted, and this was familiar, and he should’ve been fast asleep.

But Orym’s mind buzzed.

Fearne had always been a strong source of heat, but now she was a furnace, and even without covers it was too warm. But Fearne was not the reason why Orym’s skin burned where it met Dorian’s.

He was a fucking grown man. He was fully capable of admitting that.

Admitting it didn’t change it.

Neither did it change his awareness that Dorian had been too still for the past hour, his breath too precise and measured to be natural as it fell upon Orym’s hair. Orym was not going to presume that the cause of this was the same thing afflicting him; there were plenty of other reasons Dorian would be lying awake tonight.

“My family will find your brother,” he murmured finally, and Dorian’s breath wavered for just an instant before he regained his composure and returned to his measured, singer’s breathing. It was so slight that no one else could’ve noticed it, but Orym noticed. “You said there’s a body— the Tempest can bring him back, or Fearne, honestly—“

“I know,” Dorian answered, and this too was so faint that no one but Orym could’ve heard. “I know,” he said again, as though this one was only to appease himself.

“Do you think… do you think any of Opal is still in there?”

“I don’t know. I could barely tell what was in there—“ he cut himself off. “I couldn’t even help my brother. I think Fy’ra Rai might’ve… she must’ve seen something. I hope so,” he added, inhaling, trying to capture an airy tone that he didn’t fully manage. “The Spider Queen doesn’t deserve her. She doesn’t deserve anything.”

Orym had nothing to say to this. He hadn’t cared what the gods did or didn’t deserve in weeks, but now he could see the vein of fury that sharpened Dorian’s edges. It didn’t frighten him the way it had frightened him months ago, when things had been simpler, when there was not a war to be fought. It simply saddened him. “I’m so sorry about Opal,” he said, after the silence had lingered. “But I’m,” he breathed out a single dark laugh at himself, his selfishness, “I’m real glad it wasn’t you.”

Dorian’s laugh matched his own. “I suppose that is a silver lining.”

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Orym admitted. It was easier to keep his voice from cracking at a whisper. “I’ve thought about seeing you again so many times— I wish the circumstances were better—“

“I’m here,” Dorian said, for the second time today. “The circumstances tried very hard to make even that impossible, but— I’m here.”

Orym pulled his arm gently out of Fearne’s grasp and raised his hand to Dorian’s cheek. It was too dark to see the tinge of lavender against his skin, but Orym could feel the warmth bloom beneath his fingers. He still couldn’t bring himself to attribute his friend’s insomnia to anything so self-serving as his own, but perhaps it was one factor.

He pulled his hand back. Was there a flash of disappointment in Dorian’s eyes? He couldn’t tell in the dark. But he brushed his fingers together, drawing upon the wellspring of life within the ground beneath this hastily-erected encampment. The Hellcatch looked like a barren wasteland to most, but that life was still present even here.

Perhaps not now, but after a rainy season, the valley would bloom with wildflowers. The seeds waited in the earth for their time to sprout. Life went on, even in the darkest of places.

He produced a small stalk of life from his hands, and held out the tiny bundle of forget-me-nots to Dorian.

He should’ve said that they were for Cyrus, to remember him by. He wanted to say that they were for Dorian himself, that a day hadn’t gone by that he hadn’t thought of him. He didn’t speak at all as Dorian’s hand wrapped around Orym’s, pinching the stem beneath his fingers but not letting go.

“Orym,” Dorian breathed, looking from the flowers to his face. Then a strange expression came over his face, a wrinkle of consternation as he stared into the middle distance. “Fearne, are you braiding my hair?”

Orym lifted his head an inch to peer past Dorian’s ear. He had noticed that the snoring had stopped, but he’d been too caught up in the conversation to process it. Fearne’s wide eyes stared back with perfect innocence, her hands indeed weaving Dorian’s hair into a loose braid.

“Just pretend I’m not here,” she whispered quickly. “I’m totally not here.”

When Orym dropped his head back to Dorian’s arm, he was met with a crooked smile. It was not meant to be disarming, but it disarmed him anyway.

“Just like old times, eh?” he said, but his hand was still around Orym’s.

Carefully, Orym moved to tuck the flower behind Dorian’s ear, bringing both of their hands with him, and then laced their fingers together instead. “No,” he said, and tucked his head so that his brow rested against Dorian’s chin, and pressed their entwined hands to his lips. “But I think that’s okay.”

#this was SUPPOSED to be a drabble that was borne out of fearne's one line of dialogue in particular lmfao #but here we are #anyway I just think they're neat okay #I don't know if I've written orym's pov but he's fun honestly #I feel like it's the exact middle point between caduceus and fjord lmao #but god. writing someone with a 30+ passive perception is uhhh a puzzle lmfao #critical role #cr spoilers #orym of the air ashari #dorian storm #fearne calloway #dorym #cr fic

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