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etherealising · 4 months
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I’ve been a little MIA, some big things happening in my life, but I’m finally caught up on AIEKOY and omg I’m just laying here trying not to cry again because I’m so so happy that Carmy finally knows about their baby and they’re finally getting the chance to grieve together. I don’t know how I would have survived my loss without my husband earlier this year. We really gave each other someone to lean on and Carmy and Baby both deserve to grieve this loss together even if it’s been a year.
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hi oh my goodness, so happy to see you in my inbox! i hope life is going well for you and that whatever is going on is all good things!!! so happy to hear you’ve caught up, i was a mess writing and editing this chapter but i too am glad carmy knows and that they’ll be able to move forward together. it definitely isn’t an experience anyone should go through alone if it can be helped, i just want to thank you for sticking with this story given the context of the plot and i hope you and your husband are both doing well 🤍. as much as baby came across as resentful or nonchalant about the whole thing having carmy to lean on now is really what they both need and i just can’t wait to continue their story. thank you so much for reading its so good to hear from you!! 🫶🏽
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xoxoemynn · 1 month
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Hello OFMD crew! I love you and I'm happy you're here. 💕
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npcproject · 9 months
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NPC 013 Sweet Matilda
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mightymizora · 5 months
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I just feel so passionately about Gale being absolutely excellent at pre-rehearsed romantic lines, planned romantic gestures, beautiful thoughtful gifts etc. but also being the sort of person who would accidentally insult your mother on a two hour long infodumping rampage, who would accidentally wound you to the core and not notice it or you being angry about it for a good day and yes, the sort of person who would see a crown of extreme power beyond most mortal reaches and fuck you with a far off look in his eye as he definitely thinks about himself in that crown the whole time
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cowardlybean · 14 days
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It’s doodle dump time again!
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actual-changeling · 11 months
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This post is something that can actually be so personal and no I am not done talking about it. There's a whole concept behind it and the fucking hair ties are just one way of channeling it but oh boy is it a good one. This works so well with the hair braiding too and i cannot think about it to much or i will spontaneously combust, but I had to so I hope you enjoy the result of it.
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Joel has a hair tie on his wrist because Ellie forgets to take a spare and when the first one breaks or she loses it somehow, he can offer it to her before her hair becomes an annoyance.
He has one because she gives it to him sometimes when they're laying on the couch and her ponytail makes resting her head on a pillow or against his chest uncomfortable. At times she also takes it out simply because her scalp is especially sensitive that day and the constant pull becomes painful after a while. There's always another one in his jacket pocket, too, so when Ellie asks him for braids afterward or allows him to do her hair he isn't limited to simpler styles.
It starts with hair ties in Jackson but there are months of different acts preceding it.
Joel carried whatever he could for her, taking more than necessary sometimes because the slim line of her shoulders being weighed down by her backpack made his heart ache even when he couldn't admit it to himself back then, not at first at least. There are water bottles, sweatshirts she cannot quite fit into hers that day, all of their food, whatever first aid materials he can find, even a spare bar of soap.
Then he starts carrying hair ties once they get to Jackson and suddenly he needs to keep a brush on him, too, and with the brush comes a comb and with the comb comes a hat and with the hat comes a homemade creme he traded for since her hands are uncomfortably dry sometimes (she never said so but he knows her), and after that what started as a small piece of twisted fabric turns into him carry a bag around that is filled with everything his brain thinks Ellie might require at some point. Sure, maybe he is being a little bit overprotective and maybe Tommy jokes about getting him a purse several times, but he can offer her sunscreen and a bottle of water during summer, he gives her gloves and a scarf in winter when she doesn't remember to put them on before leaving, there's always one of her books in a side pocket, too, and as soon as he finds her a new one, her Walkman gets an especially safe place in his bag.
And yes, he fusses over her a little bit too much, maybe even to the point of being smothering sometimes (she always tells him to back off when that happens and he does without complaint), but Ellie grew up utterly alone and without someone to look after her for fourteen years, she deserves to know what it is like to be cared about by someone. Whatever she asks for, whatever she needs, he gives it to her even when she could walk home and come back with the thing in question in less than ten minutes. There's always a snack, a spare sweatshirt in case she gets cold, space for the one she takes off when she gets too warm, a small sketchbook and a pencil both as a distraction and so she can draw whenever she feels like it.
No one pays any attention to it, and while Tommy softly teases him about it from time to time, the smile that blooms on Ellie's face when he quietly gives her something she needs based on nothing but hardwired instincts before the words leave her mouth tells him everything he needs to know.
Joel might not be good with words, but he continues to carry a bag and hands her little pieces of his love time and time again, hoping she can put the puzzle together, hoping she knows.
Ellie does the same, hoping Joel notices it, hoping he knows what it means, that with every time she tells him to rest, every cup of coffee on his nightstand, every night spent in his bed when she wakes to the mere suggestion of a nightmare and brushes them away before they can settle so she can put herself in their place instead, every trashy action movie she borrows from the library for their weekly movie night, every handmade guitar pick she gifts him, every single gesture she does not have to do but does regardless because she wants to, she is saying I love you, too.
They notice, they care, they willing hand over carefully chosen parts of themselves and the puzzle they piece together is one and the same, because paying attention to things is how they show love and it is oh so easy when there is nothing to look at but each other.
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loubella77 · 8 months
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Aren’t I so pretty?
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can-of-slorgs · 2 months
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Finished the Seashells collection a couple of weeks ago, so I drew my girl who did it all possible.
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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌷
Should Rebecca have kept this to herself?
It would change how I feel about you.
Keeley fucking Jones using her accountability question against her. She didn’t know if it was fair to bring this all up to Jamie here and now, but she did know she deserved whatever hatred he felt for her. She couldn’t let Ted shoulder that blame any longer.
“I truly am sorry, Jamie. I know that means very little, and I wish I could go back and change everything I did, but I can’t. I can only take accountability for my actions and apologise for them.”
“Yeah, accountability fucking matters, doesn’t it? Do you even know what you’re sorry for?”
“Yes and no,” Rebecca answered honestly.
“I told you me Dad threw a boot at me, yeah? Well that’s when we won, what do you think he did when we lost?”
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eusuntgratie · 2 months
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Post a pic of TZP that changed the trajectory of your life
oh lord... A pic? ONE? *sweats*
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i can't get into it. the whole shoot. every single morsel of content. tzp in a stetson, vintage wrangler shirt, levis, and luccheses? i barely made it out with my life. this shoot was for me personally and i will simply NEVER get over it. i'm a southern girl. i already loved him. i fuckin got MARRIED in lucchese boots. gtfo. i can't. i'm hyperventilating gonna go lie on the floor about it. if i gotta pick one photo from this shoot its this one. his tits. his FACE. the stubble. that fucking necklace in the notch of his throat. also his pit hair. im feral. at this point the next time i see a black stetson live and in person i will have a spontaneous orgasm. i'm fine. this is fine.
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thirteenemeraldcats · 12 days
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So what are working on now? 👀
Can I tempt you to share with any roses 🌹 🌹🌹?
I CAN ALWAYS BE TEMPTED, I HAVE POOR SELF CONTROL!
An extended snip from the spoils of yesterday's sprints :)
Jamie’s good at following instructions. Roy tells him to jump, he jumps. Roy tells him to run suicide sprints until he pukes, he runs (he pukes). Roy tells him to stay still so Roy can tie him to a bike and use him as a mush-dog for a morning, he does.  (Roy wasn’t expecting that last one to work if he’s being honest. It was only once he’d watched Jamie wrap the rope around his own waist, then blink at him in earnest expectation while he stood frozen in bemused perplexity, did he realise the depth of the hole he’d dug.) So Roy had thought that following the simple instructions of, oh say, a recipe book, would be well within the little prick’s range of ability.  Jokes on him. “You measure the chocolate chips with your heart man.” Roy has his hand locked around Jamie’s forearm, forcefully preventing him from emptying the entire bag into the mixer. He knows that if Jamie actually wanted to break his grip he could do so with ease, so it says something about his higher-order thinking that he just pouts at Roy instead. “No, Muppet, you measure them with a fucking measuring cup. It’s right there in the name and all.”
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911-on-abc · 12 days
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(i'm that anon that wrote the buck being giddy and sore and having beard-burn all over his body thing) they get back to the station. buck puts his outer gear away after checking it over for tears, and walks up to the loft to get something to drink and another coffee. eddie and hen are talking about some playdate for denny and christopher for when karen and hen pick up their new foster and chimney is on the phone with maddie (something about the wedding), but buck only listens half-heartedly. his uniform is getting a little uncomfortable, it's chafing in the wrong places and he really doesn't want to be teased about puffy nipples thank you very much, and the cream tommy put on this morning has either been sweated off or has sunk into his skin. point being, he should probably apply some more cream to avoid even more chafing. it's not nearly as fun when it's caused by cotton rather than tommy's stubble, and the soothing kisses and teasing nips at his skin that are missing definitely have something to do with it. the soreness in his glutes is really nice though, and he kind of revels in it. it feels like after a really good workout. makes him feel accomplished. and the 3 orgasms in a little over 12 hours are definitely a benefit he doesn't get from going to the gym. jfc, he's at work he needs to reign in his thoughts. it's like he's a horny teenager discovering his own body for the first time. and yes, technically he is experiencing a lot of new things and firsts, and sure, maybe in a few months he'll brag about his stamina as a man in his 30's but now? now all of this is very inconvenient. "buck, you're okay?" shit. "yup, just sore and a little tired, haven't finished my coffee yet." "if you say so" hen's definitely suspicious. "buck, help me with brunch?" he could kiss bobby right now. well, no, EW, but he'll take the win and get away from prying eyes. bobby hands him veggies to cut up to put into the omelettes later, and buck grabs a knife and starts to cut up the mushrooms and the bell peppers. they work along in silence for a bit, and then bobby hands him a little post-it, whispers "we will never speak of this" and moves on to whisk the eggs like nothing. buck puts the post-it away, finishes cutting up the veggies, washes his hands and walks over to the bunk rooms. he kinda wants to check-in with tommy anyways. it's in the corner of the room, away from prying eyes, that he opens the note, turning scarlet immediately upon reading it. burt's bees mama soothing nipple cream and stokolan. i put some samples in your locker. stay safe. buck sends a pic of the note to tommy after applying the creams (they're a god-sent) with a simple "still jealous of the tight-knit family of the 118?"
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anon I want to kiss you on the lips thank you for blessing me with this OHMYFUCKING GAWDDDDD (part 1 sent to @canonbibuck which you should read because hot DAMN 🥵)
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stillgotme · 1 month
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REDEMPTION COMES BACK TOMORROW
Catch up HERE! I'll also reblog where we last left off and a summary of the story so far will be posted later this week. WE'RE BACK.
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danafeelingsick · 16 days
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out of all of the g.enshin men, k.aeya might be the one i'd give the kink™. it just suits him, with how much he talks about drinking wine and how flirty he is.
i just love to imagine him taking a date out for drinks, and of course it wasn't his plan from the start, but what if he accidentally overdid it on the alcohol. then you, his date, would have to, you know, take care of him? hold his hair while he empties his stomach into the tavern's restroom, rubbing his back and holding him so he doesn't fall over or miss the toilet. it seems the booze makes even bolder than what he is usually, the noises he makes are downright shameless, almost like he's overacting them.
he might just let you rub his belly too, whining that his clothes, his corset and leggings, are way too tight, then undoing a button or two. he doesn't miss the way you look at him either. he might lean on you, and let you comfort him after the downright disgusting experience. well, maybe for you. when he's done, he lets you walk him home, resting his head on your shoulders, joking about puking all over you. of course, he has enough control of the situation to not let this happen, even though he is hiccuping and slurring every word. you almost think he might want this to happen~
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your-local-uwu-artist · 6 months
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i want to practice drawing ponies please send me your mlp ocs or mlp background characters to draw
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