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#I am not well
lemonboyjosten · 14 days
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— the foxhole court (2013)
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— the sunshine court (2024)
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raevenswritingdesk · 3 months
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Not Annabeth wanting to stay back and fight and give the others a chance to escape just like her hero Thalia, a Forbidden Child, did on halfblood hill.
And not Percy, also a Forbidden Child, turning that on its head and staying back to fight instead leaving Grover to yet again drag a distraught Annabeth away from her new found friends’ acquaintance’s sacrifice.
And NOT Percy believing his dad would not save him, the same way Zeus didn’t truly save Thalia in his eyes.
Imagine how Annabeth and Grover feel having to go through that again, failing as a protector, leaving someone behind, and imagine Percy who’s fatal flaw is loyalty not even questioning what he’s done for a second.
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emily84 · 8 months
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i think "tell me you said no. tell me you said no." will play on repeat in my head for the rest of eternity, burned into my frontal lobe until i'm ground to dust or fossilized millions of years from now. thank you neil
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scottishmushroom · 5 months
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Crowley when he gets his apartment back.
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wwerhea · 8 months
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# HOLY SHIT
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harrysgoldenbum · 7 months
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SOMEBODY SEDATE ME
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redmyeyes · 4 months
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—lessons in listening to your heart, and not your head.
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dwarvenchords · 3 months
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oh my good god
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missferrets · 1 year
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Haven't watch a full stream of the new qsmp, one of the things I know is that we are making Jaiden into a bird
🎉🎊Congratulations she is now part of the skrunkly flock 🎊🎉
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vi-the-bee · 2 months
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The way people deny Aziraphale gets depressed even though he loves all Shakespeare's "gloomy ones" and reads Jane Austen knowing Full Well it's only hurting him because he's been pining for centuries.
He denies himself what he wants most. He gives so much in very subtle ways and Nobody understands it. He's stuck between caring too much and not being able to do anything about it. He watches humanity destroy itself and gets punished by heaven for doing the Wrong thing all the time. He's been trying to meet impossible standards for centuries.
So maybe he lets himself get into trouble, not so Crowley can save him, but because he feels he deserves it. And maybe Crowley truly wanted to use the holy water as a weapon to others and not himself, but Aziraphale assumes it's a suicide pill because that's what He would use it for.
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baggvinshield · 6 months
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The other thing about that night in 1941 for them though is that they both know about the Great Plan. They know about the expiration date, 6000 years. They would both know that it's approaching. WWII felt cataclysmic, even apocalyptic. On this night during the Blitz do they wonder how much time they have left, exactly, on the world they both love, the only place where their paths can cross, where they can be in one another's company. Do they feel a sense of urgency? Are they getting a little reckless, diverting Nazi bombs, doing a magic double act on a public stage? Do they hear the clock ticking?
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exhausted-undead · 8 months
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i swear im alive (I wish I wasn't after drawing this) hah
drew this based of the part in the leroux novel where erik plays desomonda on the harp for christine until she falls asleep (thank @or-what-you-will for the idea)
(also this was initially drawn with christine, uh, not in a chemise so that's a fun fact)
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mushro0mb · 8 months
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Some byler drawings
I might post more in the future 🫢(digital art as well)
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emily84 · 8 months
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hey @neil-gaiman can you turn on your location real quick i just want to talk
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alloutshirt · 7 months
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you’ll never convince me there wasn’t something magical about one direction they’re soulmates
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andie-orion · 1 month
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Stress Relief - Kuroo Tetsurō
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A/N: I have horrible Kenma and Kuroo brainrot. I'm not sorry for this. Expect to see more of them. 🤭 Oh. And Kita!
Warnings: 18+ - MDNI... This is slightly vague but probably more descriptive than anything I've ever written. Cause Tetsurō uses his pretty fingers to take the weight off your... shoulders.
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My every nerve ending was on high alert. He was furious, radiating annoyance at every slight movement in his tense shoulders. I could tell by the way his brows furrowed together while he spoke single syllable words over the phone to his recent project mate that this wasn’t going to be an easy anger to blow over. I wasn’t daring enough to potentially get added to his shit list.
I made myself incredibly small as I maneuvered around him. Preparing his usual after-work drink in case he needed some sort of relaxation. I was nothing if not accommodating.
He growled and snapped at whoever happened to be at the other end of the line as he pulled single-handed at the knot in his tie. I wouldn’t dare ask who was on the phone at this moment. Some things were better left for a less daunting time. These big projects made him so incredibly high-strung.
I could sense the anger pouring off him in waves. The air felt thick with static and I was doing my best to act completely aloof to that notion.
He took a seat at his office desk, muted his call but kept the phone to his ear, his eyes catching mine.
“Are ya gonna keep avoiding me all night, sweetheart?” he grumbled under his breath, his long legs spread as he leaned back in his desk chair.
I smiled his way and put his typical beverage in front of him. Hoping against hope that he’d take my peace offering.
He smirked and patted his lap.
“Come,” he quickly said, pushing back a little further to allow space for me to adjust on his lap.
He unmuted his call and snapped back again. Furrowing those perfect brows again. I tried to keep my ears close, my breath quiet, so I could try and figure out what was going on.
As I went to sit he quickly placed his hand under my skirt and ripped the edge of my underwear in one fell swoop, watching as they were now discarded on the floor.
I stuttered in my movements but didn’t protest. I took my seat upon his lap as instructed.
“What’s the matter, pretty little thing?” He asked, tracing circles high on my exposed thigh.
“You seemed to be in a bad mood and I didn’t want to potentially make it worse,” I quietly cooed his way. Desperately trying to not have my voice pick up on the other end of the call.
“Hmm, maybe I am. But it’s no secret that you always help me feel better,” and he pushed my back into his chest as he spread my legs carefully to their respective sides, gently resting them on the armrests of his chair.
With my back pressed tightly to his chest I could hear his legal team lead whining on the other side of the phone. She had such a nasally voice. So much so that I now scrunched my nose at the sound.
Tetsurō lightly chucked as my face was clearly in view thanks to his incredibly reflective monitor that had yet to be turned on.
“What is so funny?” she whined again.
“Oh, nothin’,” Tetsurō cooed as his free hand gently raked up and down the inside of my bare thigh. I exhaled and leaned back into his chest, my head now resting on his shoulder, my mind floating on cloud nine with the warmth his hand radiated.
He kissed my cheek and before I could even think twice about turning to kiss him his hands expertly guided through my already slick folds.
It was no secret that Tetsurō Kuroo was handsome beyond belief. But something about Tetsurō in a suit was my kryptonite. The way he’d come home and discard his tie always single-handedly, quickly releasing the top few buttons to show off his perfect skin, always set my heart into overdrive.
His coworker whined about something else, her shrill voice feeling so far away now, I was doing all I could to keep myself quiet.
Until he delved his long fingers straight into my core, hitting that blinding spot in such quick expertise. Definitely a man who knew his wife as though she was his favorite subject, studying and memorizing each maneuver and noise to draw quick conclusions.
I moaned louder than intended and felt his breath ghost the most sensitive part of my neck with his chuckle, his phone mate catching on.
“Oh my God, are you even paying attention?” she whined again, “I can hear moaning. What are you doing?”
“I’m home and you’re cutting into my personal time. So I’m taking it upon myself to please my perfect little wife while you drone on and on about mundane things that we can discuss in the office first thing Monday,” he commented, the smug look on his face was made even more evident by his tone.
If this woman worked closely with him I was sure she’d seen it before. Many had.
“That’s highly inappropriate,” she scoffed.
“Highly inappropriate is me continuing to waste my time on you and this dumbass call when my beautiful wife is in such desperate need of my full attention. I’ll talk to you Monday. Goodnight!” and he hung up the phone.
“Now where were we,” he smirked, kissing my temple as he quickly ran me through a second orgasm, carefully lifting me in his arms and pushing me onto his desk.
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