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cookiefate · 3 days
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Cookiefate for April 22nd: "Some people dream of worthy accomplishments while others stay awake and do them."
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As it's said, "sleep is for the dead."
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My favorite signage from the NEW Zoo in northern Wisconsin.
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favarion · 8 months
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Slow progress is still progress :)
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-> After she returned to the salesroom with her old clothes over her right arm, the Drairi tailor approached her with one hand closed. Only when the young woman looked at him in irritation did he open it with a smile, revealing a purple hair ribbon woven with silver draves circling each other.
"This ribbon I would like to leave to you for the courage you have paid and the ability to reason, [Acolyte]-Tiana."
With a gentle smile that reminded Tiana of her - already deceased many winters ago - Uncle Haskil, he held the ribbon out to her promptly, and the young woman, barely able to put into words her emotion at the precious gift. For a long time she had not thought about the always cheerful man who had often enough told her bedtime stories in her childhood days when her mother sailed around the world. Since he had died, it seemed to Tiana, he had been banished from her memory, though this was possibly also because he had gone with the times when she had been just five winters as. <- The Flight of the Owl, Chapter 8: The Smuggler's Son and His Bride (WIP)
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movedtodykedvonte · 10 months
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*Spidey and the Sinister Six having their usual fight*
Doc Ock, landing a hit: You’re getting slow Spider-Man! Age finally catching up to you?
Spider-Man: You wish! I haven’t even hit my 30s! From those costumes I can already tell I failed to save you guys from those midlife crises! Sorry by the way.
Vulture: Watch it wallcr- wait… Did you just say your not in your thirties yet?
Spider-Man: Surprised that this spiders so young and spry? Well-
Electro: Dude I’ve been fighting you for at least 5 fucking years! How old even are you?
Shocker, joking cause he’s the only one who picked up no grown adult acts likes Spidey: Don’t swear in-front of the boy you don’t want him to pick it up.
Rhino: Christ! You’re tellin me I almost crushed some 12-year-olds skull all those years ago?
Spider-Man, regretting his quipping: I was not that young! Like just starting freshman year but-
Sandman, horrified as he’s the only one with a kid and dad instincts(as of my iteration): I could’ve killed a kid…
Shocker, genuinely curious: Are you even old enough to drink? Cruel to kill a man who ain’t had his first drink yet.
Electro: Please tell us you’re at least over 25 as of this fight. Hell, I’ll take over 21!
Spider-Man:….
Sandman, realizing just how young he really is: Oh my god.
Spider-Man: My birthday’s coming up soon so I guess it counts?
Doc Ock, exacerbated: It. Does. Not!
Vulture: What would your mother think if she knew her son was out here risking his life telling poorly constructed jokes?
Spider-Man, offended cause it quips slap: 1. My jokes are great 2. She and my dad are dead so-
Sandman, hysterical cause holy shit he almost killed a kid orphan: OH MY GOD!
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ditzybat · 1 month
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tim: i’ll tell every major news outlet about your nightly excursions if you don’t allow me to be robin
bruce suddenly reminded of janet drake whenever she got mad during their school days: … come on in
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time-woods · 7 months
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sleeping habits
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dovewingkinnie · 6 months
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what if she still had some of her mind intact when abstracted idk!! also caine is there because i like these two Goodnight
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yendts · 4 days
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i just know that post tartarus nap hit hard
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lieu-rey · 14 days
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thinking about javier after the gang fell apart...
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uhhh some thoughts below⬇️
what javier did between the events of rdr2 and rdr1 has always been in my mind. I just think he was an absolute mess. he wasn't coping with the fact that he not only lost the family he tried so desperately to hold onto, he also realized that he fucked up horrendously, and there's no going back to fix it and the guilt and regret eats at him like nothing else.
he really just. stops taking care of himself, I don't think he cuts his hair short yet but he lets it grow and doesn't care for it like he used to. he doesn't sleep, he never bathes, he drinks and cries when he's alone, he just wanders between cantinas in nuevo paraiso, hoping he stays under the radar of the government.
i like to think something happens that makes him snap out of it, whatever it might be. when he does, his hair is so matted he just ends up cutting it all off with his knife
like those 12 years are something I want to elaborate on bc it's still wild to me that rdr2 javier and rdr1 javier are the same person
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konigsblog · 4 months
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tw: dub-con, non-con, somnophilia, kidnapping
mffmfmmfmf.... kidnapper-farmer-könig is rotting my brain away slowly. 🌾🌾
he makes you sleep naked on the floor by his bed, only a thin pair of cotton panties giving you some decency and dignity. and whenever könig gets up in the middle of the night to grab water, he can't help but stare at you; all bare and fast asleep with a chain tightly wrapped around your neck, keeping you from moving. he just loves to grope you, stare at you. you shouldn't be surprised when you wake up to his hand stuffed into your panties, pumping your wet cunt with one digit whilst rubbing against your sensitive clit.
and you're all sleepy, so weak against him as he continues to tease you. since you're so deprived of human interaction, you either take whatever you're given gratefully or squirm away crying. but today, all you're doing is shaking quietly, soft mewls and whimpers leaving your lips as you press them together.
or kidnapper-farmer-könig will either throat fuck you, crouched down with his balls pressed against your nose, waking you up to his brutal actions... :(((
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novamirmirsblog · 1 year
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I don’t even think I need sleep. Maybe it’s a lie sold to us by our parents.
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naturalharmonicas · 3 months
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Shhh he's FINALLY getting a good night's rest
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helsensm · 5 months
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they are so married
original text posts meme by @takesfew
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sensitiveheartless · 2 days
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Lyrics from Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding Out For A Hero”! :D
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alchemistc · 4 months
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"What's this?" Eddie asks, wide eyed and curious as he shifts the papers on Steve's desk, shuffling past unopened mail and timestamps for the page buried beneath it all, and Steve has just enough time to turn in horror before Eddie unearths it.
It - his shame, his fear, his heart laid out in graphite against a backsplash of fine white paper. He'd splurged on the stack of it hidden in one of his desk drawers, a luxury he couldn't really afford anymore but one he'd decided was worth it now that his parents had made it clear they wouldn't be back any time soon to take it from him.
He knows every line of it, every piece of shading, all the highlights he'd agonized over and the spots where he couldn't be satisfied by the shape of the nose, the angle of the jawline.
Eddie takes it in for long enough that Steve can feel time dilating around them, an infinite gasping maw of nothingness and everything all at once.
And when he's taken his fill of it, his gaze flits up again. Meets Steve's, and holds.
"It's me."
Steve breathes. In, out, two careful measures. He swallows. He contemplates, just for a moment, leaping out the window. He breathes. He swallows, again, his throat tight. He breathes.
Eddie in profile, bottom lip pinched by his teeth. Eddie, with dark shadows tilted across his jaw, his nose, his Adams apple, where a curtain of hair blocks out the light. Eddie, eyes crinkled at the corners, smile lines rushing into the heavy dip of a dimple barely visible beside the fall of his hair.
Eddie.
"But -." Eddie stares. At Steve, for a moment, before his eyes flit back to the stark lines of the portrait Steve had liked just enough not to take out and burn with the rest of them.
"I'm sorry," Steve tells him, and he means it. Sorry, for not saying anything earlier. Sorry, for accepting Eddie's friendship and taking advantage of his easy way with people. Sorry for drinking in the sight of him and squirreling away the details of each moment, hoarding each memory away for the long winter that would come to be when Eddie eventually moved on.
"You..." Eddie swallows. Breathes. In and out, a rattle of bones and teeth and sinew Steve is intimately familiar with. "It's me," he says, again, confusion furling out over his brow.
But it's not - he's not -
"I thought you'd be mad."
Eddie startles. "Mad? Mad for - why would I...?" Eyes dart to Steve, studying him. And he knows - Steve has recounted to him every missed birthday and every cool and quiet dinner with his parents, every detail of his surface level friendships before Robin, every hurt he and Nancy ever doled out to one another in their anger and fear and pain. He knows.
He knows Steve just as surely as Steve knows him.
"Sweetheart," Eddie says, in that soft, sweet voice he has for broken things he means to repair.
Steve swallows, and he breathes.
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soroka-vorona · 5 months
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Oh fuck, it’s a fucking ghost!
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