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#closing again tonight..
bloodenjoyer · 2 years
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help im getting emotional over satoru gojo again
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acesammy · 9 months
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Sam is more queercoded than dean bc almost all of sam’s love interests are deemed unacceptable and Sam is constantly mocked and shamed for it send tweet
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mintmatcha · 2 years
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oh oh OH what about best friend's little brother choso?
you remember when he was just a cute little middle schooler, shy and sweet-
but years later, after college and a couples jobs pulled you away and brought you back, you meet up with your friend again for a holiday and he's no longer small or sweet looking-
he's out on the back porch, combat boots and all black outfit, smoking a cigarette and watching the snow fall. tattoos of flowers and weaving designs peak out from under his sleeves. His quietness no longer feels like anxiety, its purposeful and intriguing.
the house is tight with a bunch of adults in it, so he's constantly moving you around with a hand to the waist or brushing up behind you--
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sexysilverstrider · 5 months
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i love this photo so much. both are champions in their own respective schools. both are menaces. one is a sweet bean who can turn into a ruthless trainer in battles. one is a silly charmer who can become a magnificent terror when faced in battles. they take battles seriously. they command their pokemon so well. both teratai and kieran have respective legendaries (teratai with koraidon n ogerpon; kieran with terapagos). they rarely use them in battles but they dont need to. fighting them alone is hell. fighting them in double battles? magnificent show of their opponents lost.
they work so well together in battles and outside of it? theyre the sweetest couple ever. teratai usually flirts with kieran and gives cute flying kisses to him so easily and its a joy to see him fluster. kieran loves being so close to teratai like holding her hand or hugging her that teratai just wants to melt in bliss. they can only see kieran being the sweetest darling when hes with teratai. they can only see teratai being the most romantic person when its to kieran. one cant believe theyre terrifying to begin with.
they are close friends and lovers who genuinely love each other. and are slightly obssessed with each other.
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satans-knitwear · 2 years
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Now that i have found panties that match.... My power is beyond mortal comprehension 😎✨
Treat me ~ Tip me
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catastrxblues · 4 months
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littledreamling · 1 year
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∇ - old age/aging headcanon (for dream and hob if they were human rather than immortal, i suppose)
Oh my friend, you have just unlocked a side of my mind that's rarely seen but so so feral!
From this headcanon meme!
I absolutely adore aging Hob and Dream. Even outside of a human au, I love the thought of them growing old together. Age continues to exist, even if the physical evidence of it (and indeed, the end result of it) does not. Hob still ages; each year that passes is another year since he last saw his mother, another year since he last rode a horse (he really wants to get back into that and keeps telling himself that this year will be the year, but it never is), another year since he heard his oldest friends' laughter. He feels the weight of his immortality every single day, and it's not an unbearable weight, but it hangs off of his shoulders nonetheless. Dream, too, ages. Perhaps not in the same way; his life is not measured in the same way as human lives are, he does not count each passing second as an added second to his never-ending, eternal clock, nor does he measure the length of the road behind him (or the road ahead of him) in human years. Yet he ages. If learning and growing and changing are all marks of growing up and growing old, then he is doing both. He was not always; for a long time, he had been stuck in time, neither adapting nor maturing in any conceivable way, but recent events (and a certain immortal mortal) have dragged him firmly into the realm of the aging.
And it's a good thing! Hob had learned the old aphorism long ago: change or die, and he had chosen to live. Living means changing; changing with the times, changing outlooks, changing opinions, changing biases. He is a master of change, moving from one life to the next with all the fluidity of a rushing river. His ability to do so is his aging. Likewise, Dream's willingness to, if nothing else, at least see Hob's point of view about change, shows his own aging.
But you didn't send this ask to hear me wax poetic about the philosophy of aging or changing, so here are my thoughts on old, human Dreamling.
Dream is a grumpy old man. He's the old man who worked every day of his life, without break or vacation, and his body is punishing him for it. He was definitely an artist of some kind, maybe a sculptor, maybe something else. It doesn't matter; at the end of his day, his knees click and his knuckles are swollen with arthritis and all of the muscles that had built up in his shoulders have languished in his old age. He can't hold a paintbrush or spin a pottery wheel anymore and it eats him alive with every sunrise. Hob, on the other hand, is the singular spot of warmth and light in Dream's life. Hob, a retired soldier, or maybe a life-long construction worker, has kept his sunny disposition (and, infuriatingly, his fit frame) into his older years. They're the quintessential grumpy one/sunshine one, though anyone who knows them personally knows that Dream has a soft spot for children, and for birds, and for anyone who has a story to tell, while Hob has a mean streak a mile wide if you get on his bad side. They spend their days sitting at the kitchen table, cradling warm cups of coffee or tea, or sitting on their front porch, cradling warm cups of coffee or tea, or sitting on a bench in their local park, cradling warm cups of coffee or tea. They always have warm cups of coffee or tea. They're well-known at the coffee shop, and Hob will recount the story of how they met in that very same shop loudly and at length to anyone who asks (and sometimes to people who don't).
On days when Dream feels as though he can't get out of bed, like his body is too heavy for the world, like his mind has fallen into such disrepair as to be unusable, Hob is the one who sits next to him, a warm hand on his shoulder, and affectionately calls him a drama queen. He'll roll his eyes at his husband's antics, but he'll bring him breakfast in bed anyway. And when Hob is haunted by old nightmares of a long life, not always well-lived, Dream will hold one of their countless books in long, shaking fingers, and he will read to his husband, poems and epic tales, and Dream won't tell Hob that he's not reading, he's reciting, because his quiver and eyesight have gotten so bad that he can't see the words clearly, but he knows them in his heart. And Hob won't tell Dream that he doesn't need to go through the trouble, that it's his presence that's grounding, not the words he's speaking; he'll sit in his presence and let the wash of words roll over him like a comforting tide, drowning his bone-deep anxieties. He'd listen to his husband read the phone book and still find enjoyment in that deep voice and the cadence of his tone.
And when they die, because they do die, they die together. Not in time, mind you, but in company. Surrounded by friends and family, the younger siblings of the Endless family, the children they adopted and the grandchildren, both blood-related and not. Morpheus dies first, his body breaking at the seams. He dies in his sleep, napping on the couch while Hob cooks dinner, and his last words are breathed into the quiet room, asking Hob for a blanket. The funeral is a somber affair, a solemn celebration of everything Morpheus had been; an artist, a husband, a father, a flawed man. The entire town attends, even those who had gotten yelled at from across the lawn or across the park (Dream had taken grave offense to anyone disrupting the local bird population, a story that gets told at the reception with teary eyes and wobbly smiles). When Hob gets home, their entire family is there, warm and laughing and joyful and he can feel his husband in the room, in the people they both had dedicated their lives to.
When Hob dies a week later, no one is surprised. It's his daughter who finds him, curled up on the very same couch, wrapped in the very same blanket, tucked lovingly around him, as if someone else had draped the quilt over his shoulders. She cries, because he was her father, and she loved him, and a part of her had hoped that he would be around forever. But there is a larger part, a much larger part, that finds comfort in the sight. Hob and Dream were never meant to be separated. Wherever they are, she reasons (because they were never a religious family), they are together. For now and forever. As they always should be.
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5ducksinatrenchcoat · 8 months
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school kinda sucks, not even gonna lie
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diathadevil · 8 months
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In another dimension, Tony Hawk voiced Langa's dad in Sk8 the Inifnity
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monotonous-minutia · 7 months
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I've always like the Barbiere overture but after last night where i was able to be ON STAGE while a LIVE ORCHESTRA PLAYED IT it is now The Greatest Overture In The World
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ghostjustliketherest · 8 months
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also btw im insane about great comet aus and have written up stage notes for most of the show to share soon (when im done lmao) because just !!!!!! theyre nowhere near comprehensive because there's just so much going on and world around you at any one time but done my best to write down moments that really stuck me vocally, staging wise, choreography wise, lighting etc etc. yall arent ready for this cast and staging like fr fr
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yellowloid · 4 months
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FINALLY managed to make some progress on my wip thank GOD and all the saints in heaven for this christmas miracle
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sexynetra · 6 months
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keep sending asks you say …..
i would like to meet “saving all the jan references for you” is she in the building with us :) ?
By the time this chapter is posted you will have earned yourself a dedication page for how much of this fic has gotten written due to your encouragement <33333
And Marcia was good. She was very very good. But she wasn't sure if she was go-up-against-Jan levels of good.
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misty-moth · 2 months
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I wasn’t aware of how painfully sad Mitsuhide’s dramatic route is
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foxgirlmoth · 6 months
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Yes I fall in love easy and yes I will love you in whatever way we will meet after this life. I will not go away that easy
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