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riyocha · 3 months
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Happy birthday to me, I gift you farcille dunmeshi
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8celestebells · 8 months
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I’m gonna tell my kids that they inspired the movie dumb and dumber.
On a serious note though I hope to have a friendship like there’s cause deadass they are the definition of best friend soulmates.
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sharpth1ng · 7 months
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Sometimes I think about the fact that he called him this. Fuck-rag.
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So you’ve been wiping your cum off on him. That’s what you’re saying. Gay ass.
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lorcandidlucienwill · 10 days
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Something about dancing being Nesta's favorite thing to do ever, and something about Eris being the only one who can keep up with her on the dance floor...
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bring-mai-flowers · 8 months
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Mai Haters: Mai was terrible for Zuko, she was dismissive and sarcastic when he tried to express his feelings
The Zuko in Question:
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wangxian-on-repeat · 8 months
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Lan Wangji, about Wei Wuxian: i love this guy in a normal way
Also Lan Wangji: if i can’t bite him right now i will start throwing books into the cold springs
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three-fold-symmetry · 11 months
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Esk, dear! Your art with Fox and Quinlan has added a few years to my life. You draw them so amazingly, you grasp their interaction so perfectly! I just saw it but I'm sure I'll be looking at it for the next five hours – the next five days, damn it! You are the blessing of this tiny fandom. The light given to us from heaven. Thank you <3
Aaah, you're way too kind! 🧡🧡🧡 Thank you so much, this message made me so happy!! Please have some more Quinfox, as a thank you!
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(Oddly enough, a second chair appeared in Fox's office shortly after.)
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bird-inacage · 7 months
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Only Friends Episode 9 | Sand is Ray's Favourite Snuggle Pillow
Ray is so freaking precious and cuddly. I love the fact he clings all over Sand when he sleeps.
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Din: You know, too often people ask me "Why do you and your husband have such flashy, glowing swords? He's supposed to be peaceful, and you're a common bounty hunter, aren't they a little unnecessary and extravagant?"
Din: And the answer is: of course they are, we're gay and violent, next question.
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floq · 19 days
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forbidden fruit
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cloudy-artlands · 17 days
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Two Angels, One Bed
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First drawing I made of Adam and Lute :D
Sorry for any drawing mistakes too lazy to fix it :b
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daydreamwalker13 · 2 months
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peachysorrel · 1 year
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He’s a kittycat meow meow meow meow meow meow meow
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ghouljams · 9 months
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AHHHHH Ghoul please soap and moon are everything. God i love them so much, please let us see a soap POV of him realizing the moment he was in love with moon, i need to see a tired moon and a lovesick soap pinning over them in their PJ’s
(Side note i think it would be hilarious if moon had like the most random pajamas- I’m talking little duck design onesie type stuff that they got as a gag gift but it’s too comfortable to get rid off. Soap seems like the typa guy to see that and fall hard.)
-Lurk 👁️
More 1870s Soap and Moon. When Soap falls he falls hard.
Soap raps his knuckles against the back door of the saloon, loud enough to wake even the most devoted of sleepers. He's not usually a runner but telegrams are an exception for everyone. He's about to knock again when the door is pulled open. His gaze is forced down to look at you. You look like you're steamin' for being woken up.
"What?" You snap, and he has to readjust his brain a little. When he'd heard someone new had taken over business he'd expected someone else. Not pretty little you.
"Telegram," He says, holding up the paper. Christ, usually he's got more to say. You swipe the card from his hand and lean against the door frame to read it. Soap wonders if you're used to seeing people in your bed clothes. The soft white cotton drapes so prettily over you he really hopes it's just him that gets to see you like this.
"You better come in," You sigh, and he wants to hear you say it again. Wants to hear you sigh his name with the same tired sweetness. You wave him into the back room of the building and he's careful to close the door tight behind him. Eager to keep you away from any other prying eyes. "Sorry to have you do this, I figure you don't work for the post," You tell him over your shoulder.
"I don't mind," Soap responds. He really doesn't, anything to spend another minute with you. Anyone else and he might kick up a fuss. You open another door and wander into the empty saloon.
"Can give you a drink for the trouble if you like." He wants to ask what you'd give him if he didn't, but that seems ungentlemanly and you've already made your way behind the bar.
"Bad news?"
"No just," You press the heel of your hand against your eye to wipe at the sleep still clinging to it with a yawn as you pick coins out of your cash register, "annoying news," you hum, counting out pennies.
You grab a pencil and flip over the telegram, scribbling out a reply on the back. He sneaks a peak down your nightclothes as you're bent over, then curses himself for it. Soap is used to those thoughts, and they absolutely swirl around his head: what do you feel like under his hands, under him, around him? It's the softer ones that are new: what would it feel like to eat supper with you, to catch your eye while he's shaving? What it would be like to wake up next to you? Would your reluctance to wake up make you cuddle closer? How does your kiss taste first thing in the morning? You look so soft, he'd be a fool not to wanna scoop you up.
"That should do it," You say, yanking him out of his thoughts. You're holding the telegram card out to him, your hand outstretched with the required funds stacked neatly on top. He takes it carefully. He likes the neat tight loops of your handwriting. "You want that drink now or later Mister..."
"Soap- John- Johnny," He can't decide which he wants to hear you say more, your brows raise a little higher with each name.
"Soap," You settle, must not be the familiar type. That's alright, plenty of time for you to call him by his name when you're married. Unless you're already married. His eyes dart to your left hand. Bare. Thank the lord.
"I'd take that drink later," He decides, "gives me time to plan my proposal, Miss..."
"Moon." You fill in without missing a beat.
"That's the saloon's name."
"And it's my name too, what about it?" You ask, clearly annoyed by this line of questions. You must be waking up, some of the softness in your expression is gone, replaced by sharp intelligent eyes and a slight frown.
"Nothing, I'm just workin' it into my vows. Rich or poor, sickness and health, strange nicknames and better baby names." Soap grins, leaning against the bar. You glare at him.
"Says the man named after a cleaner," You point towards the saloon doors, "Out before I throw you out, it's too early for me to deal with flirts."
"Well when can you deal with them?"
"Out," You stress, walking around the bar to physically push him towards the door. Oh, you are so cute. He wonders if the lingering touch of your fingers against his back is appreciative or wanting. He's got a whole lifetime to find out, and a door slammed behind him certainly isn't going to stop him. No, he's made up his mind. One way or another, he's marrying you.
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silverameco · 2 months
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maybe I started listening to David Bowie because of a sweet bookworm in grandpa sweaters and a pretty boy with long hair in a leather jacket but you have no proof
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mizgnomer · 1 year
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Perfect for each other: David and Georgia Tennant in Staged
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