“Gonna call you a cicada when I make you scream all night,” Eddie murmurs against Steve’s jaw.
Steve pulls back, a judgy little look on his judgy little face. “That was a lot more smooth in your head, wasn’t it?”
“…Yes, it was.”
“You know cicadas don’t even call all night, right? It’s only at dusk—”
“Okay, you can shut up and go back to making out with me now, thank you.”
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¿Sabes qué es lo que más duele?
Los recuerdos.
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Practice Sentences
April 4th, 2023
ほしのはきみだけなんだ [hiragana]
欲しいのは君だけなんだ[with kanji]
Hoshi noha kimi dake nanda
All I want is you
欲しい [kanji + hiragana]
Hoshi
Meaning: wanting (to have), desiring, wishing for
Only as い adjective
I want you (you, them, etc), to do.
(After the -te form of a verb, usually written in kana]
欲
JLPT 3
ほしい い adjective wanting (to have), desiring, wishing for.
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People ask for criticism but they just want to be praised.
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Fuck, I’m about to shit in my pants.
Doo, dúy ena cátá e bac moy.
/do.dʊj.ɛna.t͡ʃʌtʌ.ɛ.bat͡ʃ.moj/
[fuck, FUT.1SG about.to shit in pants POS.1SG]
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'Die Garnele ist nicht mein Problem.'
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“It could’ve been worse.” It could’ve been BETTER. It could’e been EASIER. It could’ve been lovely. It could’ve been beautiful, it could’ve been fun. It could have been simple, it could’ve made you HAPPY.
You can drown in two feet of water just as simply as you can in an ocean. Stop downplaying what happened and neglecting your feelings. Kill that idea with fire. Or at least acknowledge that what happened was bad without immediately trying to justify or dismiss it.
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So I’m writing an English research paper on British authors and I chose you (Neil Gaiman) because I love your work (and you’re just awesome in general). My teacher seemed so excited when I told her I could probably get information from your various social media accounts, and potentially get a message back with maybe a random fact about yourself. Can you prove me right by responding? Please and thank you! Have a lovely day!
Hullo, I'm afraid Neil Gaiman doesn't have any social media.
A random fact? I think the best smashed avocado on toast anywhere in the whole world is served at Archie's All Day in Melbourne, Australia. If I could, I would send everyone who has ever sold avocado toast anywhere in the world to Archie's All Day to discover how good it can be and to reflect on how they could improve upon what they provide the world and how good it can be.
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Okay.
As much as I love feral Satan, who lets his instincts run wild and growls, bites and everything else… his soft side is so fuckin’ cute.
The Satan that stares at you in confusion as you tend to a small cut on his hand he’d received on one of his rampages, unbothered by the mess around the two of you and concerned solely with him. How he doesn’t quite know why his chest feels so warm and tight as he looks at your gentle, concerned expression.
Satan, who doesn’t understand why he feels so weightless with you, why his heart flutters and why he wants to hold you so gently, as if cradling something precious.
Satan, whose anger fades just from your presence alone, overtaken with feelings he’s never experienced, that baffle him entirely but he can’t get enough.
Satan, who desperately throws himself into research just to understand you a little more, to put a name on how he feels about you— who’s just as afraid of his own feelings as he is elated by them.
Satan, who worries you’ll be frightened of him if his temper rises, but you never are, even when he tells you that you should be.
Satan, who lays beside you, watching your sleeping face and utterly baffled that you trust him so completely to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state… who knows deep down he’ll protect you forever.
Satan, who fumbles each time he tries to explain any of this to you, whose face becomes adorably reddened with each failed attempt.
Satan, who realizes that you’ve accepted him entirely, his every fault, his everything, before he had even come close to accepting himself. Who loves you more than he could ever put to words, or that he could ever really comprehend.
Just him. You know? Ahh, just helping him come to terms with everything he doesn’t know, to grow and understand. Helping him, in the end, to love.
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On an impulse, Phoenix catches Miles’s hand before he can pull away entirely. Maybe Phoenix shouldn’t be surprised that Miles’s muscles, from his fingers to his palm, are all taut with tension that probably never goes away, though his obvious nerves probably don’t help. Still, Miles lets Phoenix intertwine their fingers, like a subtle embrace. He wonders if it’s Miles’s heart he can feel racing, or just his own.
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Okay yes we know that Andrew sprinted, dashed, HURTLED even, when he saw Neil on his knees even after blocking 150 + attempts on his goal because he loves that man. But also-
It had been Andrew’s idea to put Neil against Riko in the first place.
For Andrew it was reach Riko or die. (Die knowing that his contributing to exy ended Neil’s life.)
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