stressedbbokari
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she/they | 18 | psych/eng double major | desi | capricorn | queer | i am stressed and existing in a state of exalted futility ( ◜‿◝ )♡
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Thalia doesn’t keep many things in the hundreds of years she’s been alive.
But long ago, there were people, their names all but distant memories, who mattered in her 1st lifetime. It’s their things that stay hidden in her bag, reminding her of her mortal life.
A blue hoodie, worn almost threadbare. The scent of its original owner, long since leached from the fabric. But if she closes her eyes, she can almost see the blue eyes of her first and only love.
A pair of glasses. Frames cracked and crooked. A reminder of a brother she never got to truly know.
A baseball cap. It’s magic long faded, branded with a forgotten logo. Memories of a blonde girl laughing hidden deep within.
A letter. Ink fading, paper yellow. The last words of a dying friend. Words that wish her well, words that wished her well in a world they had fought side by side to save.
Thalia doesn’t keep a lot of things, but even after all this time, Luke, Jason, Annabeth, and Percy will stay with her forever. The memories of her first family to remind her why life is so beautiful.
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Ohhh Tim’s in trouble, poor Bernard he has no idea of what has been put on that “microwave”
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mentally i’m a slut physically i’m scared of intimacy
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I have what I hope will be a fun little surprise theme for my April doodles - so I drew a(nother) thing for @anon-lemon stray cat Neil au because I still ABSOLUTELY ADORE it
Andrew knows the dangers of falling for the tummy scratches trick
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guys holy crap look what I just found
THE FREAKING TRANSITION IM ON THE FLOOR
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Hopelessly Devoted
or, an excerpt from a one-shot sitting in my drafts.
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He responded, "Well, I never forgot you. At least, not all of you. I remembered your hair and eye color, and your love for architecture."
"Yeah?" Annabeth asked him.
Percy nodded and smiled. He wasn't looking at her, but he could almost picture her behind him, the sticky notes dangling from her fingertips and her eyes glossing over with wonder like they always do when she's distracted.
He continued. "And I remembered that you'd often kiss me when I said something stupid, and how you must of kisssed me a lot."
Annabeth snickered and Percy joined her.
"And I remembered your name," Percy told her, still smiling from before. "I never forgot your name."
In all honestly, it felt like he was made to say her name. A bit cliche, sure, but it was the truth. Back then, everything was temporary. Shelter. Safety. Food. But never Annabeth. Everything about her felt permanent, like her very existence was enough to let him know that if he belonged anywhere, it was with her. Each time he said her name, it felt like a prayer.
Percy, nearly drowning in the thoughts of his girlfriend, managed to say in a single breath, "It's like I forgot all that I was, but I remembered that I loved you."
Annabeth went silent, and Percy smiled to himself. It's not often his girlfriend, one of the most formidable and smartest demigods of her time, asks someone a question. It's even more rare that someone renders her speechless. Needless to say, he was proud of himself.
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i literally whipped this up in like two minutes, special for @letthesunburnyourskin you said you wanted both, so I'm giving you both. Also I'm tagging @broken-heart-raven-queen cuz I wanna see what you can come up with xoxo
"What do you want, baby?"
Andrew hesitated for what Neil considered to be too long. "I- don't know. I've never done this before."
It technically wasn't a lie, and the confession made Neil's heart ache.
"I trust you, I just-" Andrew looked so lost as he tried to find the words to describe what was eating him alive. At last, he settled on
"I'm scared."
"Oh, Drew." Neil brushed the hair from Andrew's face that was now transparently showcasing the emotions he was trying to hide.
"We need to stop."
"Neil-"
"No. I won't be one of them. I won't let you let me be."
Andrew's facade finally broke as he trembled in Neil's arms.
"I want to do this." He whispered, and it would have gone unnoticed if not for Neil's close attention to his every move.
"I know, baby. But you're not ready. I'm making that call if you won't."
"Okay."
Andrew allowed himself to be doted on for only a few minutes, but it was enough time for Neil to get them both into warm clothes and put a mug of cocoa in Andrew's hands. He didn't care if it took days or years. He had no problems waiting if it meant Andrew would be okay.
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a toddler who was being saved by the red hood called him "mama" once and now crime alley kids will refer to him as mama all. the. time.
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💖 happy valentine’s!
in which potioneer witch mnh works overtime for his love potion orders for valentines, and his demon bf chn is a distraction and menace. also, the cats are zero help.
based on this ao3 au fic [E/18+]
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Prompt:
Tim is the first to find out the Red Hood’s identity and from then on sticks to Jason during patrol like glue (much to Jason’s chagrin, dammit, it would feel wrong to beat up Robin when he’s that starry eyed…)
Cue: PANIC from the rest of the Batfamily, who still think Hood is a forty-something year old crime lord and now assume they’re dating.
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