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rosemaze-reveries · 7 months
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― after all the times i swore to you?
romantic hcs with martha’s various roles mostly sfw, some implications
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Sway
⚜ Sway’s penchant for disappearing makes her a complicated lover. She likes to keep an air of mystery around her, and she’ll slip away at the first sign of you trying to breach it.
⚜ This can be attractive ... if you’re only looking for a quick rush. Some nights she shows up to whisk you away somewhere, others leave you wondering if you dreamt it all.
⚜ In your brief time together, she acts as if you’re her one and only. She often makes sappy promises while kissing your hand, insisting she’ll always come back for you.
⚜ Who knows if she really means it? You’re enchanted in the moment.
⚜ She loves seeing you wear her coat, saying it suits you better than her. She’ll adjust the laces on the back to fit it for you, sometimes playfully making it too tight for a reaction.
⚜ The only time she takes off her gloves is when she’s intimate. She likes to make a show of pulling them off with her teeth + usually they end up stuffed in your mouth
⚜ No matter how much love she gives, there will always seem like a layer of distance between you.
Dance in the Snow
⚜ The Madam is older, wiser, and much more secure of herself. Most people know not to cross her, but some claim they’ve found her single weakness: you.
⚜ Romance with her feels like a slow dance. She politely turns down many of your advances, but teases you just enough to keep you coming back.
⚜ Her customers had an unspoken understanding that you belonged to her long before she made it official 😔🫰
⚜ When she decides to let you into her heart, she’s very intense with her love. Always keeps an eye on you & checks in throughout the day. She’s fond of peppering you with kisses behind her folding fan.
⚜ Despite holding herself to high expectations (+ wanting her partner to be the same), she is definitely softer around you.. she’s more concerned about you taking proper breaks, and likewise you’re the only one she relaxes around.
⚜ She often gives you intricate accessories. When she catches you wearing her gifts, a gleam of satisfaction lights up her face. She caresses them gently, saying, “Did I pick this out? Your eyes were so mesmerizing, this almost slipped by me.”
Pirate Gunner
⚜ Her hands are calloused, steady, and exceptionally tricksy. Not many can make you so sensitive with a single touch.
⚜ Kind of a clumsy flirt. She once calls you her most precious treasure, and never comes up with anything else. Her handsiness makes up for it <3
⚜ She likes playing with your waistband, usually handling you by the hips. It takes her some time to realize how badly this flusters you because it’s a mindless thing to her.
⚜ If you’re worried about onlookers, she’ll remind you that she’s the captain-- they know to mind their business.
⚜ Often pretends to nap around deck, knowing you’ll eventually come wake her. She waits until you’re hovering above her before she hooks an arm around your neck, reeling you in for her good-morning kiss.
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kaidatheghostdragon · 3 months
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Crack prompt: Danny has declared war on the curses in Gotham. He is armed with a water balloon gun, but the balloons are full of medical-grade ectoplasm. He targets any location, ghost, or liminal being tainted by curses and/or corrupted ecto - absolutely drenching them before yeeting off again.
This includes the Bats. Danny is smart about it, though. He lived in Gotham for several months before acting, so he could get the lay of the land. He also waits for patrol to be finished before hitting the Bats - he doesn't want to interrupt their Quest to Better Gotham (or be labeled an invader to their haunt).
One night, Danny happens upon Batman patrolling alone and waits for him to finish cleaning up a crime scene before hitting they guy with a half-clip of balloons. Batman gives chase, like he always does, and Danny runs, like he always does. He knows by now that, for whatever reason, Crime Alley is off limits to Batman. The whole alley just gives off "no (other) bats allowed" vibes.
Red hood is just more territorial. Whatever.
At any rate, Danny is enjoying the chase, using just enough ghost powers to stay ahead of batman, almost-but-not-quite taunting him. Crime Alley isn't too far, so instead of turning invisible around a corner like he usually does, he makes his way to the Alley to see if the no-trasspassing rule is enough to stop Batman mid-chase. He leaps across rooftops and weaves through fire escapes, ecto-balloon-gun bouncing by its strap against his back, until finally he's at the border, slightly tapping into flight to make the jump across a slightly wider road into the alley proper.
He turns around immediately, spotting Batman skulking on the rooftop on the other side of the road, stopping the chase and suit half-covered in healing ectoplasm.
"Sanctuary!" Danny yells, pumping his fists in the air from getting caught up in the exciting rush of adrenaline, "I claim sanctuary!"
"Who the fuck is claiming sanctuary in my territory?" Red Hood booms from almost directly behind Danny. He would have yeeted out of his own skin from surprise if he hadn't spent years honing his ghost-fighting instincts. As it was, Danny instead whirled around and emptied the clip of balloons into Hood, purely out of reflex.
Hood stood there, drenched in ecto like his fellow Bat one rooftop over, glaring murder at Danny with glowing eyes. But his haunt betrayed Hood's true emotions.
Surprise, concern, impressed, you-little-brat.
Danny booked it to the fire escape and turned invisible the second he was out of sight.
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cutemothman · 7 months
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The X-Files
1.07 "Ghost in the Machine"
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natasha-in-space · 9 months
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hi:) um can i ask a slightly angst fic where the reader don't have a job because of her social anxiety and so she's v embarrassed when talking with people and when she joins RFA even more so cuz they're all successful and busy. Can you make it slight Seven/MC? I hope that's okay 🙃
"You feeling okay?"
You jolted, feeling like your heart was just about to jump straight out of your chest with how hard it was pounding against your ribcage. Really, it was silly of you to react like that. The party venue was full of attractive people dressed in fancy evening attire: dancing, laughing, drinking, and networking. As a party coordinator, it was a given for someone to eventually start up a conversation with you. And yet... No matter how hard your brain tried to rationalize every little thing around you, it never truly helped.
You didn't belong here. All of these people... Hell, even the rest of the RFA! They held themselves up with such confidence, they talked with such grace and they didn't have to worry about their standing at all. And, who were you? Just an anxious mess who couldn't even function properly in a completely normal social interaction. What were you even doing here-?
You swiftly turned around, meeting a pair of golden eyes staring right at you behind his signature glasses. Seven... Speaking of, you didn't even see him since the party started. Did he notice how pale your face has gotten? How tightly your fingers gripped the champagne glass you didn't drink from even once ever since you first took it from the tray to busy your trembling hands with something? How your breathing was too shallow and quick to satisfy your desperate need for fresh air in your lungs? You hoped not.
Say something-!
"I- Uh-" You barely managed to choke out, your throat closing in before you could utter a single word, your mind feeling like it was too overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time. There were too many eyes, too many people, too many voices. It was too bright, too loud, too crowded. Your clothes were too tight, the fabric was too itchy, and your skin was too clammy. It was all... too much.
"I- I'm fine."
You were obviously not fine.
Seven's brows furrowed, though you barely registered it through the panicked fog that took over all of your senses. And, even if you did notice it, you'd probably think that he assumed you were weird and off-putting or something. That's what you would have thought of yourself in his shoes, anyway. You knew you were failing this, and failing this miserably... You knew you needed to get out of here, you knew you needed some peace and quiet to ground yourself, and yet-
And yet, you were too damn frozen to do anything. Your body and mind were begging you for an escape, but they didn't let you do anything to achieve that escape. What kind of sick joke is that?
"...C'mon." You didn't even detect Seven's voice in your ears. You just gasped as you felt someone gently nudge your arm and start leading you away. So, you stumbled along, your breathing shallow and your legs tripping over themselves as you were being led down the dimly lit corridor somewhere you couldn't see. He was quiet as you two walked alongside each other, his grip on your arm tightening from time to time to keep you steady, making occasional small pauses for you to regain your footing.
You wouldn't notice any of these small details until much, much later, once your mind had cleared up again.
Finally, you briefly heard the sound of a door opening, before a rush of fresh air hit you right in the face, almost making you choke on it from the pure abruptness of it. You didn't even notice how stuffy it was on the inside until you got a taste of what it was like on the outside. Two warm hands lightly pushed you down, and you let them, feeling yourself being seated onto a small wooden bench. It felt so good to no longer have to stand and keep your weight up. You let your head lean back as you closed your eyes and let yourself finally breathe.
God, each breath of fresh night air felt like true paradise right now.
A few minutes passed by until you felt yourself slowly coming back to earth, more or less. You still felt anxious and incredibly tired, your heart racing on the inside of your chest. But, at least you could move again, albeit shakily. You could speak. You could see. You could breathe.
Speaking of... You quickly turned your attention to a fellow redheaded RFA member that was sitting beside you, his gaze turned upwards towards the night sky.
"...Seven?" You decided to say something, your voice weak and raspy.
He turned his attention back towards you, a warm smile gracing his features. It was strange. You knew Seven wasn't all jokes and laughter, but you also weren't expecting him to be so... caring once you finally met him face-to-face. It made your heart race for a different reason from before.
"Are you feeling better now? I can bring you some water if you want." He replied, holding your nervous gaze.
Why are you so nice to me...? You wanted to ask, as you hang your head low, starting to anxiously fiddle with the ends of your outfit. Instead, you just shook your head. "A-A bit later. I'm... Uh..."
"You're not ready to go back out there. I get it." He finished your train of thought for you, returning his gaze toward the sky. It made you breathe a small sigh of relief, grateful to be free of any kind of attention right now.
Wait... Did he do it on purpose-?
"I... I'm sorry." You mumbled, biting onto your lower lip. "I should be there right now, talking with our guests and making sure the party is a success... And yet, here I am. Some kind of party coordinator I am."
Your words were laced with bitterness and frustration, centered around nobody but yourself. All you wanted was to be... normal. To stop feeling like every single person in the room hated your guts for simply existing. To be able to function properly. Why was it so goddamn hard!?
Seven sighed, glancing at you briefly before looking away once again. He seemed to be thinking about what to say to you. You never thought you'd see him not knowing how to reply to something. He was always so energetic and all over the place in the chatrooms or on the calls with you... But, this side of him was... new.
You appreciated seeing it.
"It's... terrifying to try and act tough when you feel like there is danger waiting on every turn. You have to pretend that everything's going great when all you really want to do is to run and hide yourself away somewhere nobody could ever find you." He started slowly, carefully. Almost like he was thinking over every single word he spoke, cautious not to say too much. You wondered what it was that he was avoiding so meticulously. "I saw that look in your eyes, and I knew what you were feeling on the inside. It's a look I... Well, let's just say, it's not something unfamiliar to me."
You were surprised to hear that. Seven? Being familiar with such anxiety? The same Seven who would laugh the loudest out of everyone in the group, or make a fool of himself with a confident grin on his face? You found it hard to believe.
He continued his line of thought before you could question it, though.
"Listen... I know you feel like you don't belong. And, I mean... I can understand that." He chuckled, shaking his head a little. "Practically everyone in our group is impressive in one way or another. Some, in ways a normal person couldn't even imagine. It would be pretty overwhelming to anybody to get thrown into your position."
You furrowed your brows, your fingers stopping their fiddling as you got too focused on your own thoughts. "A normal person wouldn't freeze up at a party that they themselves are supposed to be responsible for. Or fail at keeping a job for any longer than a month without completely breaking down."
"None of this could be possible without you joining the RFA, Y/N." Seven replied, now looking straight at you, his expression oddly serious. He just continued to surprise you the more time you spent together. "I know more about you than I should. I'm not... proud of it, but the least I can do is use this knowledge to help you. I know you struggle with some things. And yes, you did get too overwhelmed there. But, everything's okay now. The party is a success. Thanks to you. Thanks for your efforts. Nothing is ruined. The guests are happy, and we raised a lot of money that will be used for a good cause to those who are in need. Rika's legacy continues. None of this could be possible without you. Don't belittle yourself for this."
You just stared at him, not knowing what to say. Not knowing what you could say. You could feel tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as you swallowed the lump forming in the middle of your throat. "But... But I-"
"You're a member of the RFA, Y/N. Whatever struggles you're going through... We're all going to be there for you when you need it. In fact, I'm sure everyone is very worried about you right now." He gave you a small reassuring smile, patting you on the shoulder. "Don't be afraid to rely on us. Just like everyone relied on you. We're here for you. And... I'm here for you, too."
You would hold onto those words. Just like you found yourself holding onto his arm for the rest of the night, finding his warm presence warming and reassuring.
You weren't alone in this. And, even though you had no idea what you were doing, you knew you had people who would always be there to catch you when you fell.
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dujour13 · 4 months
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OTP meme
Tagged by @arendaes & @arrow90-art thank you 💕💕
Couple template here & OT3/4 template here
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Tagging no pressure @dmagedgoods, @molochka-koshka, @xerkanlol-il, @amatres
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sam-crevellari · 2 years
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Okay but in another life Chrissy and Robin would’ve made the sweetest couple and this is a hill I’ll die on.
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i-am-a-stupid-robot · 6 months
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Did they just? Was that?? Was that Star of Bethlehem imagery??? In X-Files???? Am I insane?????
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thedvilsinthedetails · 2 months
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(Mildly) dyspraxic Barty Crouch Jr HC is back (I’m dyspraxic btw) and like just
dyspraxic Barty being secretly really insecure abt eating in public bc he knows he’s a rlly messy eater but he tries like rlly hard and then one time Evan wants to go to like a restaurant and he’s like having internal panic about it bc that’s like horrifying but he goes anyway bc yk he’s in love w Evan so
and yeah that’s it lol
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thestarlightforge · 6 months
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Rewatching Gilmore Girls bc why not, lol. 1x05, “Cinnamon’s Wake.” Max and Lorelai have their coffee date. Max cozies up to her, gives a long speech about his uncle who didn’t go after a girl— “follow your gut, seize the moment,” etc. Lorelai resists, for Rory, but she’s tempted. (Maybe I’m just seeing more, being a director and intimacy choreographer now, but Lauren is brilliant here.) Max walks away. “If there's something in your gut that you know, you feel, is right, you gotta go after it, no matter what.”
AND THEN IT CUTS
TO (Sookie and)
LORELAI AT LUKE’S
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rosemaze-reveries · 1 year
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When you suddenly close in on them, curious about something
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Martha 🔫
Her lashes are naturally so long, you couldn’t help yourself from sweeping aside her baby hairs to get a closer look. While maintaining careful eye contact, she wraps her fingers around your wrist and keeps you from retracting your arm. Martha always wears a neutral expression so you’re unsure how to interpret her clutch on you. But then she slips her hand into yours and pulls it to her lips, leaving a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You had caught her off-guard; she didn’t know how else to react.
Mary 🪞
She stops you with a lace-gloved hand, lips pulled into a taut frown. “Enough.” Clearly you’ve gotten a little too close. A helpless smile appears on your face, you apologize, and then tell her you were just mesmerized by how silky her hair looks. Mary doesn’t break easily under compliments, at least on the surface. All she says is “I wouldn’t imagine it any other way,” before she reaches out to feel your own hair. You can expect what’s coming next: “Yours could use a touch of styling. May I?”
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natjennie · 4 months
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i try to love everybody and you do you and live your life etc but sometimes julia does shit while playing video games that makes me seethe with genuine murderous rage like. wtf do you mean you're reading the coordinates differently. why are you doing the y-value first. were you born on a different planet.
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rithmeres · 9 months
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this site is damn near unusable. i have a popular post from 2018 still circulating and 15 of the 16 most recent notes are p0rn bots. (i blocked and reported 1 already before i took screenshots). i used to use desktop and mobile probably like a 70-30 split but now that i have the update i haven’t touched desktop because it’s so hostile even with xkit. and i’ve always used tumblr in my browser on my phone, for TEN YEARS i have typed www dot tumblr dot com slash login into firefox instead of just opening an app because the UI is just horrendous and the app doesn’t. fking. work. i’ve been here through a lot but i’ve never hated tumblr more than i do now and staff has always been aloof but now it feels like staff has gone past not caring and into open hostility against their users. and the search function still doesn’t work
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💜 jocassie headers and icons 💜
some violet themed jocassie edits to celebrate all the love for them at the minute <3 credit is greatly appreciated!!
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anotherpapercut · 7 months
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I tutor students using the same memory devices I was taught in elementary and middle school bc they just make sense and I'm always afraid people will think I'm patronizing them but they just fuckin WORK
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potofsoup · 2 years
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@alexandra-again sorry I tried to respond in the replies but my reply got long, so here it is in full:
Will it take 50 years? Yes and no.
As Steve said in the comic, there will be a lot of downstream effects that will happen much sooner, in, say, 5-10 years.  For example, if you are moving your local city government and school board to the left, they are the ones who are deciding on housing, education, police departments, public transportation, and the minimum wage.  If you are moving your state government to the left, they are the ones who decide on abortion, voting access, prison reform, etc.  All of those things *aren’t* explicitly restoring Roe v Wade, but they will make life better in infinite small ways.
What that will also do, is make it easier to do national-level things.  Greater voting access will make it easier to vote in elections for Congress and the Presidency.  Greater quality of life makes it easier for people to find the time and energy to vote and to participate in community.  One of the problems right now is that the Senate is voted by state (I put this awkwardly in the comic, leading to some confusion -- the state legislature doesn’t vote for US senators, but the people of each state does).  If you are liberal-leaning but living in a state that is toxic to you, you have a very big impetus to leave the state, which then leaves increasingly conservative states that continues to have two senators in the Senate. If, on the other hand, local and state level activism leads the downstream effects to make life in that state would be less toxic, then more people would be okay with staying and pushing the agenda even further left.
Also, this sort of state level activism will put progressive people in positions of power when national level things come into play.  When the 19th Amendment passed through the Congress, it needed to be ratified by 36 states, and the suffagettes were able to get 35 states to ratify it within half a year, even given the usual pace of legislative crawl.  How?  It’s because they were already active and ready on the state level in most of the Western states.  A lot of the states already had universal, or at least presidential suffrage.  Or, if you look at now, a lot of states are poised to ban abortion because the Republicans have spent decades locking up states legislature and gerrymandering the districts.
And that brings me back to the original question -- would it take 50 years to restore Roe?  Well, firstly, I’d like to challenge the question itself.  Is it that we want to restore Roe, which was a decision made by 7 justices in 1973, or is it that we want to create a more democratic society where the right to bodily autonomy is seen as a basic human right in all the states?  Personally, I think it’d be better to actually have something that enshrines reproductive rights (and so many other rights) in law, or, even better, in the Constitution, than relying on who happens to be in the Supreme Court at the moment.  
Supreme Court decisions can expand rights quickly, but it can also take those rights away equally quickly.  The pre-Roe abortion landscape is pretty complicated, but extrapolating from this CDC report from 1972, there were only 13 states that had relatively unrestricted abortion.  (18 if you’re counting in a different way, but a number of states were legal-in-name-only).  This is compared to 28 states that had at least presidential suffrage for women in 1919, and the 36 states that had legalized gay marriage by 2015.  13!  The Roe decision was a shortcut -- just because abortion was legalized didn’t mean that people’s minds were instantly changed.
And yeah, the long way around *will* probably take 50 years.  But (a) when we get there, we’ll have *actually* gotten there -- a constitutional amendment, or a bill that’s passed by a healthy majority in Congress, or >30 states that actually have abortion protections, and (b) we’ll have reaped SO MANY windfalls along the way, in terms of local and state level change.
This stuff takes time, but it is WORTH IT.
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pyrriax · 5 months
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yeah so the grey particles are back. i think im genuinely just cursed (ignore my lack of health i was getting my ass handed to me by skyslimes then the server crashed pvfdnkmfl)
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