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#i blame my friend
gomzdrawfr · 2 months
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*points wand at Ghoap* HUZZAH, GET FLUFFY
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discarded design
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sweeneydino · 4 months
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I'm so sorry.
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cherry-pop-elf · 28 days
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Cuddle Party
George figured a new couch was in order, given the last one kinda uh. Exploded. Might as well help him break it in!
I blame @george-weasleys-girl for this. It literally all stemmed for this pic
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Warnings: Heavy petting. ((Yeah it seems like a vanilla warning, but hey sometimes you aren’t in the right headspace for sexual content. Even if there isn’t sex. You valid sweetie!)) lots of fluff, and some wholesome “teaching your kid about deafness”
Writing coms open
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“See? As if nothing had ever happened!” That nothing being your son, Fred the second, inherited someone’s pyrotechnic passion. Wasn’t Freddy’s fault. He wasn’t even old enough for a wand yet, but he was showing brilliant magic. Even so young. You two made sure he understood it was an accident, but also used it as a good learning lesson that when accidents happen you do your best to fix them. Gentle parenting was what helped Freddy best, and like hell you would ever yell at him for such an accident.
“You wanted an excuse for this, didn’t you?” You would tease, as you leaned over the massive thing. Was pretty much a alaskan king, with many purple cushions to accent the orange material. It was loud, and that was how you liked it. It was also perfect for when family was over. Just move the furniture around, and the couch was suddenly much longer with many seats. You did like that. This would make having company over far easier. You really did like it.
"MAYBE~" He cackled, before he jumped onto the thing. A graceful flop he went, with so much space to move around. That had you rolling your eyes, but you were smiling. Your husband. Such a adorable man, and that made you so happy. Kept you feeling young, even with so much happening. With that being said, it also meant you had a streak of mischeif all the same. Before your husband knew it, you jump right on him. Making him wheeze, before laughing.
"NO FAIR! IM DEAF I COULDNT HEAR YOU COMING!" He, playfully, argued. Along with took advantage of your laughter to pin you down. Made you laugh more, as you would fight back. Your wrists pinned, and sock feet flailing, as your were attacked with kisses. Left you squealing, as he made sure to attack your sweet spots. Leaving no mercy, as the two of you broke in the new furniture.
“You are a menace to society, just my type~” He growled, as he gave you a kiss. Then another, and another, and before either of knew it. It was more than just kissing. You two were just engulfed by each other. Utterly addicted to each other’s flavors and scents. The fresh ash, and sweet pastries.
Suppose you two were breaking in the new couch, that’s for sure. As if either of you could complain. That is, until your passionate moment was interrupted by someone jumping onto George’s back. Made him wheeze, before tumbling across the furniture. Leaving you to have someone fall on your stomach.
“ITS LIKE A BIG BED-!” Junior shouted, before he crawled off of you. Quick to stand up, and jump on it. Meanwhile, you two needed a moment to breathe again. You caught your breath far quicker than George did. Since he was full on WWE-ed.
“Dad! DAD-!” Junior shouted, but George was busy with a bruised back. Not to mention his good ear was forced into the cushion, so he didn’t hear Freddy at all. You used that to your advantage, and soon scooped Freddy up.
“Remember, Daddy doesn’t hear to well. Right?” A nice learning moment. With Freddy in your lap, as you sat crossed legged. “Yeah yeah-! He hears only half the stuff we do-!” Junior would agree, and made the sign for ‘silent’ on his left ear. Just like where George’s was missing.
“That’s a good job-! Oh you did so well, you remembered!” You praised, making your son beam. Learning languages sure comes naturally, when half your family’s speaks more than one language. Romanian, Mandarían, French, Arabic, Latin, and throw in some British Sign Language.
“And you remember what we said about yelling?” You asked, as he nodded. “Not everyone likes it! So you gotta ask em first. Cause yelling is scary sometimes. Like when grandma Molly yells. She yells loud!” Junior said, making an explosion motion with his hands.
“Oh she got lungs alright-“ George huffed, as he caught himself again. Once he was steady, Junior was quick to camper over to George. Yanked into the older man’s arms, and held high in the air. Then, he collapsed on the couch. With Junior plopping on his chest. You were quick to snuggle your husbands side, as Junior sat on his chest. Having to much energy.
“Your kid-“ You tease, before kissing your husbands cheek. That made Junior stick his tongue out, and George mimicked him. Having a silly face off. That made you laugh, as you enjoyed the cuddle session with your family.
Eh, that old couch had been here since you three had got the permit for the place. Some things needed to be replaced. But memories like this? Never. You wanted to simply keep creating, and keeping, more and more. Forever, and ever.
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I haven't even watched Hannibal yet ...nor have I actually watched any regular L&O... but I'd be rabid if these two shared an episode. Especially if Barba were to defend someone Price was prosecuting.
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goldetrash · 6 months
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This Wan Chuuya panel 😩💕
Haven't seen the bsd wan anime, but please does this scene happen in there?! I NEED TO KNOW
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The River of Procrastination
You are standing on a boat.
You don't know why you're standing on a boat.
Glancing around, you see that other people are also aboard this boat, or ship, you don't know which to call it. You can see tall sails stretching high above you, but something is strange. They are fully unfurled, but the cloth hangs limply, with no wind to catch.
"Hey there," a voice calls out to you, unhurried and laid back, as if greeting a friend you see each day. You turn and see a man standing behind the wheel of the ship, dressed in a navy blue coat and a special hat on his head. "Welcome aboard, enjoy your voyage."
You blink at the captain--because who else could he be?--not fully understanding. "Where are we going?" you ask.
"Ah, that's a question only ya can answer," the Captain smiles, lazy and lopsided.
"I don't understand."
The Captain nods. One-handed, he turns the wheel and the ship complies, adjusting to match his course. then he lets go and the ship returns to where it had been before. "Didn't expect ya to. Mayhaps you should have a look around and see if you can remember for yarself," he suggests.
You frown, because he's right--shouldn't you know where you're going? You thank the man and step away, exploring the odd little ship. And it is odd, you decide quickly. There is no other crew besides the Captain. There are only other passengers. Some of them look just as confused as you, others seem to be in a panic, pacing back and forth as they fret. There didn't seem to be an age limit either, both children and adults of all ages loitering on the deck.
"There's no current," you finally say to the Captain. "Nor are we moving. Where are we going?"
The Captain chuckles. "You're just missing the point, friend. We are going somewhere, but nowhere productive. Go take another look."
You do, growing slightly frustrated with all of this. You cross your arms on the deck railing, staring out at the reedy bank as you pass by. It wasn't even a nice day for a boat ride. The sun was completely hidden by thick, looming clouds, heaving with rain. You feel like any moment something is going to tip and you'll be caught in a storm.
Somehow, it feels like it's a thing of your own making. If you were just not on this stupid boat, you wouldn't get rained on.
Sighing, you look back at the river bank, seeing a cute little dock with a canoe tied to a post. You smile at it, keeping your eyes on it until it disappears around the bank. You turn your face away and into the non-existent breeze. Maybe, if the wind was actually blowing, you would feel like you were getting somewhere.
Time passes without your notice, your feet rooted to the deck as you stare out at the reeds. Birds flitter between them, calling out sweetly to each other. Another little dock comes into view, with another canoe tied to it, the red of its paint reflecting off the still waters perfectly.
This one passes too.
Then another.
Until you notice that they were not different docks with different canoes but the same one, over and over again.
"Captain," you call, "we're going in circles."
The Captain laughs. "Aye, that we are. This ship won't go anywhere else. If you want to actually get anywhere, you have to step off."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"It does if you know the name of this river," the Captain retorts with a grin. Like before, all of his movements are slow and done seemingly without effort.
"And what's that?"
His grin turns a little more mischievous. "Procrastination."
You blink. "If this is the River of Procrastination, wouldn't we not be moving at all? You never get anywhere when you procrastinate."
"Ah, but that isn't quite true. Aye, it seems like you're at a standstill, but something is always chugging on in the background. Time, for one thing," the Captain adds, pointing at one of the people pacing on the deck.
They look haggard, hair disarray and biting their nails. Suddenly they gasp and point ahead. "Turn around! There's a waterfall!" they yell.
Alarmed, you rush to the front, looking over the bow to see...nothing.
"'Fraid I can't do that, friend. You're gonna have to get off yourself. Or get someone to row you to safety," the Captain tells the panicked person.
Slowly, you walk back to the captain, watching the person become more and more frantic. Finally, they seem to snap and dove off the side of the ship.
No one tries to stop them.
The Captain gently adjusts their course.
"Why did they see a waterfall?" you ask.
"Ran out of time," the Captain answers easily. "Whatever they were avoiding, it caught up to them."
"Ah."
The Captain hums in agreement and leans both arms over the wheel. He links his fingers together loosely. "So, what are you avoiding?"
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demonic-narwhale · 7 months
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Hi :)
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secretly-larry-daley · 6 months
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i would like you to expand on why you like McPhee. Because he is a very stuck-up man and I want to smack that smug face until he stops stuttering.
Genuinely, how do you put up with him?
Uhhh not sure if you’re asking ME personally or Larry. So imma answer this as me, Percival Pierre.
There’s not much to explain really. I just think he’s funny. I mean, maybe not in the first film, but still. Also— there was a lot of deleted scenes for the third film with him in it. Which I feel like it could’ve explored his personality more! Knowing this, I just accept those deleted scenes as canon. Besides, I kinda want to explore with it in my writing! Even if it’s a crack fic about Dominic BadGuy and him being brothers.
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patriamia · 10 days
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She used to call me on my snail phone ... 🐌📞💔
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cann1bal-king · 1 year
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Well I’m having fun
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flimsyichigo · 1 month
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it’s so funny just when i think i have exhausted all my dating options at my school, a new fucking one pops up
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theallegedbird · 3 months
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that magnus sure is protocoling..
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gay-otlc · 1 year
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Actually I think we should talk about how incredibly fucked up it is for sapphic women to say shit like "I'm no better than a straight man 😔" when attracted to a woman in a way that isn't 100% pure and wholesome, or act like men's attraction to women is inherently dirty, predatory, or objectifying.
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temporarywoundz · 2 months
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hi.. have some trolls.. i may like them..... a lil bit........... maybe................
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roz-ani · 3 months
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I want them to kiss... platonically 🙏
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pinkcdraws · 6 months
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Abby knows exactly what’s going on she’s playing dumb
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