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florealegiardini · 2 years
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“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” — Rumi ~ archive moodboard for @happyheidi ❀❁*:・゚✧ ~
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carnevol · 1 month
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Hi dear 😊 I wanted to ask, what are your favourite Austin gifs? A top 5?
Hey sweets! Oh my… that’s a tough question! I must have made and reblogged hundreds of that boy’s gifs over the years 🤣 but I’m gonna post some of my favorites, I’ll stick to the old ones since you’ve seen the recent ones (all his gifs with Cal are 😍). Might not be top 5 but I’ll scroll through my blog and memories and post what catches my eye. I’ll also stick to Austin gifs and not his characters.
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merlyn-bane · 2 months
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i cleared my art queue yesterday with cody's calendar page, which means i was finally free to give in to @dontbelasagnax 's Just and Correct™️ codywan kissing campaign! please enjoy.
also: peep cody's superman curl. ive unilaterally decided that it's canon now.
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chronicowboy · 23 days
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must feel nice to abandon buddie for a fucking plot device that isn't gonna be around for long. i can't with buddie fans, where's the f'n loyalty to the story and relationship being told for 6 seasons. It's disgusting how quick you all are to throw them in the trash and for what!? The dude from season two, are you fucking kidding me?
oh anon ive been waiting for you. you're so fucking funny, i'm giggling away over here oh my god.
first of all, what about any of my recent posts makes you think i've abandoned buddie??? just a couple of examples LOL:
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second of all, i'm incredibly loyal to the story and buddie, to quote the wonderful ash call me crazy but i love to watch the story unfold. sorry i don't want buddie just getting together immediately in the most boring "hey i think im gay and in love with you" "hey i think im gay and in love with you!!!" way, sorry if i like a little drama, a little conflict, a couple of twists and turns. actually not sorry. only sorry you don't know how to enjoy shit anon it must be a very sad little life you lead!!
third of all, that dude from season two is about to help buck figure out his sexuality and is also himself a great example of a complex queer character on a prime time tv show. we've got barely anything of him but his character is so rich. his growth from his bigoted attitudes in season 2 to this man who is willing to put everything on the line for the 118, who had to face homophobia in his workplace as a queer man and obviously his own internalised homophobia, and has come out of it so confident and ready to help facilitate someone else's realisation and treat them so well.
sorry i'm just a better buddie fan than you 🤷‍♀️
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A heathen out and about in the real world…except damn I missed my pixels.
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amalia-uwu · 3 months
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“You are the best”
Gift Oneshot for Fudgelling-Away @fudgelling-away 💚💚💚
Sans x Female Reader
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Undertale by Toby Fox. The rights go to the respective owners!
Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich from Pexels.
Warnings ⚠️ : light angst,
Your majesty, I offer you this oneshot.
Please my queen, accept this humble offering!
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You came home after a long day.
By the time you woke up..
Things were just going downhill. You hit your toe on the bed. Slammed your head on the table.
It started raining, the wind turned the umbrella around 5 times.
At work not only the manager was being a total jerk, some customers really tested your patience and limits. Too much work paperwork..
Of course, they spilled coffee on you cause why not? This day is already awful! What else could get wrong?
You reached your door all wet, cause someone drove over the puddle on the street as a result the muddy water splashed all over you.
...Great. Just great...
You sighed.
You stepped in.
Sans heard the door opening "Honey?" his soft masculine voice called. He sounded from the kitchen. You didn't have the strength to speak. Your eyes began watering. You felt them burning.
You stood at the door not saying a word.
He came and looked at you. His happiness turned to shock, concern, understanding..
His eyes widen "Oh". He could understand from your face that you could barely keep it together.
"Before anything else, how about you take a shower, then come talk to me? Hm? There are fresh washed clothes and hot water waiting for you. Then come eat and we will talk yes?".
You smiled clenching your teeth and silently nodded.
You left your things and went to take a shower.
You washed your hair, then filled the bathtub with hot water and let yourself relax.
The water warmed your bones and alleviated the soreness and tiredness. That gift box Sans brought you had the best fragrances.
Coconut, rose, mango, floral and many more beautiful smells.
Right now you used lavender.
Eventually you cleaned the bathroom and went to the bedroom.
You saw the clothes he picked up for you, laying neatly on the bed.
Okay, you chuckled.
The shirt was green with heart designs on it.
The pants were a darker shade of green (forest green) with pandas on them.
Your white wooly jacket, with the teddybear-like hood that neatly laid above your bed.
You got dressed and walked downstairs.
He left food for you and a glass of orange juice on the table.
Sans looked at you. You approached him and hugged him.
He hugged you back. You began crying.
Everything that had happened today, came back to slap you hard on the face.
"Bad day?" he asked softly. You nodded.
"wanna tell me what happened?".
"too much work, the manager is a total jerk. On the street someone splashed muddy water all over me, they spilled coffee and... Today is just terrible".
He caressed your hair and gave your a cheek a soft kiss.
You smiled at that.
"Hey, now it's okay! Sshh.. Look, I made you, your favorite food. We can see your favorite movie and eat the cake I baked. Sounds good?"
You broke the hug and kissed his cheekbone.
You loved how his face blushed. That faint blue hue under his eye sockets drove you nuts.
You sat down and you ate the food he made for you. "Mmm" the flavors were so good.
Sans had stopped eating, he was just watching you. He loved the way you eat.
He found you so adorable.
You looked at him. Cheeks stuffed and slightly blushed. You swallowed and said "It's delicious, thank you!"
Sans smiled, man he was adorable when he was getting shy. You wanted to put him down and kill him with kisses.
However, the lady you were. You repressed that desire.. For now.
When you both finished.
You drank the orange juice. You felt better.
You were so happy around him.
Even in bad days. You couldn't help but smile, when you were close to him.
He was the light in the darkness.
You washed the dishes and then laid on the couch.
He brought you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You laid on top of him. Your face on his sternum, listening to the soft humming of his soul.
He was warm and soft. His bones and magic made him a soft chubby teddy bear.
He threw a blanket above you; your favorite color, green.
You smiled and kissed his sternum, were his soul is..
"You are the best" you whispered loud enough for him to hear.
"You make me happy! Thank you sweetheart" you added.
He smiled and caressed your back. He kissed your forehead
"I'm always here for you, y/n. Don't forget that, no matter what. I am always here my starlight".
You smiled "same goes for me sans. I'm always here"
He rubbed your back as you buried your face deeper into his ribs.
"I love you sans" you mumbled and slowly closed your eyes for a nap. You had the best boyfriend in the world.
"I love you too Y/N" he whispered.
This day had a good conclusion after all. You were happy!
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The end 😘
Thank you for reading! 💙
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ic3-que3n · 1 year
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“Good boy.”
Carry on countdown Day 13: Devotion.
@bookish-bogwitch this one is for you.
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lizzie-bennetdarcy · 6 months
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Trick or treat! 🎃
Beautiful Raquel!!!
You are on the receiving end of most of my bonus content already, so I decided to write a lil something new just for you!!
(I would apologize for the lack of editing but that's usually your job soooooo 😘)
Running away from home isn't the best decision Patrick has ever made, but he has to admit there have been some upsides. Schitt's Creek is a nice place full of nice people, and no one here knows him as Patrick, Rachel's boyfriend/fiancé/eternal plus one. Here, he's just Patrick, and he's looking forward to finding out what that means. An epiphany comes to him in the form of someone tall, dark, and handsome. "Quick, pretend you know me." Patrick looks up at the man who has spoken, and falls into a rom-com cliche. He swears time literally stops, and he starts to realize why he always had to try so hard with Rachel, despite them being perfect on paper. "Um," Patrick says dumbly, and the man gives him a Look. "Okay? Oh, hey man, how's it going?" Evidently, his response isn't sufficient because the man rolls his eyes. Then he smiles brilliantly, and Patrick forgets how to breathe. He drapes an arm over Patrick's shoulder and leans in close enough for Patrick to smell his citrusy cologne. "Let me tell you what's going to happen," he murmurs. "There's a guy over there" — he inclines his head slightly to the right — "who has been following me." He drags his gaze along Patrick's body. "And you look sturdy enough to scare him off." Sliding his arms around the man's waist is the easiest, and most thrilling thing in the world at the moment. "I can definitely help with that. Anything else I can do?" "Maybe buy me dinner," the man grins, and leans closer. Before his brain ceases to function, Patrick nods emphatically and asks, "What's your name? I'm Patrick." Looking at Patrick's lips, the man smiles softly. "I'm David." Maybe later, Patrick will look back on this moment and wonder what the hell he was thinking kissing someone who is practically a stranger, but right now he can't bring himself to care. Now, all he can think about are David's lips on his and how he thinks he'd like to do this forever.
(Did you see what I did there???)
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kanteryuuzen · 9 months
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What's the most interesting thing Russell has introduced you to?
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((Sorry it took sooo long to answer anon!!!!! >< Thank you very much for sending the only one ask though chu2 may you have a nice day & your fav End Roll chara come in your dream!!🥰💖💗💕✨ ))
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alabama-metal-man · 1 year
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the obianidala discord went wild with medieval obidala au chat so here's this
He is not supposed to be there yet he stands, sunlit and golden, in the doorway of her chambers, holding her stunned gaze with troubled eyes. 
“I am not a selfish man,” he says suddenly, without preamble. She feels the first unwise step of her feet towards him, compulsive, instinctive.
But she remembers herself, remembers what’s at risk, and halts. Pulls herself back. Turns away and toys with the wedding jewels laid out for her at her dressing table, feigning preoccupation. 
She does not know how or why he’s come, and does not let herself hope.
“Indeed you’re not, good sir,” she agrees in a polite, detached tone; it’s all she can give him. All she can afford to offer now. And it is no lie; he is kind and noble, selfless. “Your heart is unmatched.” 
His footfall is slightly uneven on the wooden floor behind her — the lingering symptom of an old injury from the war — and she is acutely aware of it. Feels his ever-known presence growing closer with each step. Feels the reflexive lean of herself into it. “Then why, Your Grace, do I find myself struck by these… thoughts… that are so unlike me? That I cannot rid myself of?”
“Thoughts?” She cannot hide the lilt in her voice, the upward cadence of it as her curiosity piques, as her heart surges painfully beneath her ribs. She clears her throat, idly fingering a strung pearl necklace in front of her. “Such as?”
“Selfish thoughts…” She can feel him just behind her, and stills.
“Of what, dear sir?” She whispers, eyes fluttering shut as she relishes in his cherished presence, denied to her in these final days of her engagement. His breath is light, warm like a summer breeze, against her skin, stirring the hair at the nape of her neck. 
“You,” he hums, his nose grazing the soft curtain of her hair, tracing the shell of her ear. “And how I do not wish to share you with another…”
His confession, long awaited, leaves her breathless, has her leaning back into the sturdy wall of his chest. He sucks in a deep breath, flat palms sliding around the silk bodice of her gown to pull her flush against him.
“How I want you for myself.”
Her breath hitches, falls from her lips in a tremulous sigh, the sound recalling long spent nights twisted together in bedsheets and their own heady need.
“It is both a great pleasure and a relentless torment,” he continues, “To want you this much. To know I will never be able to release you.”
She shakes her head. It’s a farce of a protest. Weak. Passive. Without any real conviction behind it. “I’m to be married tomorrow. And Lord Skywalker is—is—” 
She cannot finish her sentence, does not know exactly what she means to say. Skywalker is a good man, a worthy man. Powerful, and indeed his good name would do well for her kingdom. But for all that he is, for all the good he could do, he is not… 
“Padme,” he says her name like a prayer and it nearly undoes every fragile strand of her resolve. She turns her head, inclines it to look upon him. Lets her breath mingle with his, lets his lips brush across her cheek, her jaw, the plush bow of her lower lip. “My lady… my love…”
“Obi-Wan…” She slips her hands over his, still pressed tight against her ribs, their heat radiant through her corset, straight to her skin, flushed and aching for him as it always has. She nudges his nose with hers, almost meets his mouth. Her whisper is pained, filled with regret she cannot even attempt to conceal. “I—I have a duty to my people.”
His forehead presses to her temple and she feels him nod. Feels his hands flex under hers, feels them slipping from her grasp, retreating. She holds tight to them, unwilling to let them go. 
“As do I, to my Queen…” he mutters into her skin, voice thick with longing, with grief. “And I will not defy your word. I will not compromise your kingdom… So tell me, Your Highness. Please. Tell me to leave you now and I will.”
She knows he will. Knows that his selfless heart still rules even his selfish desires. Knows he will do almost anything she asks of him. Knows he long ago pledged himself to her, not only in service but in heart.
And she knows the ache that lives inside him, the ever-raging conflict of duty and desire. His torment is her own.
And so she turns, blinks away the sting behind her eyes and faces him with steady resolve, with the reflection of his woe, his longing, his love. She raises her hand to his face, touches her fingers to the rough of his beard, whispering a confession of her own.
“I can’t.”
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nebulein · 2 years
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florealegiardini · 2 years
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“To be with her is to sit in autumn sunlight.” — Virginia Woolf, ~ Archive moodboard for the delightful Happyheidi ~ Requests are open
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capriszn · 3 months
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banning the word girl from my vocabulary for good thanks 😉
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aclowntiny · 7 months
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YOU’RE KIDDING MEEEEEEEE I LIVE FOR THE HONGJOONG SOULMATE TROPE OMFGGGGG
haven’t read it yet but i just had to scream abt it to you. thank you🙏
now off i gooooo🫶🏼
CHDGSGVNXNSKCNDX ME TOO OMGGGGGGGG
& with the tattoos it was too perfect 😫 Hongjoong is the loml fr 🤕
Well I hope you like it if you do check it out…you’ll have to let me know 😉 I’ve got a request for you almost done as well baby 👀👀👀👀 I made it not super spicy & I still am like 🫣🤭🌶️
Love you 🥰
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singsweetmelodies · 1 year
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5, 42, 47 for piarles obvy bcs i wanna see you go insane 😘❤️
i haven't looked at what these numbers' relevant questions are, but i highly suspect that you are either the absolute worst or the absolute best. either way, ily so fucking much 😘😘 let's do this ;D
5. Describe their cozy night in.
HA I LOVE THAT! okay, and actually i have a really clear headcanon for this one :DD so, the thing is... they don't really have cozy nights in. oh, they try. on the rare occasions they both have time off on the same night, and they get to be in the same country too, then yes, they try. it seems so cute and romantic to have a movie night curled up on the couch together, no? except... that means they have to choose a movie. and to my mind, they would NEVER be able to agree on that, lmfao. charles, angel-faced charles, has been on record that he loves watching horror and psychological thrillers. pierre has been on record that he calls charles a psychopath for liking them. so just imagine these two idiots trying to have a movie night 🤣🤣 charles would be all "no, but this would be so interesting!" with wide eyes and a dimpled smile, and pierre would just be like "you're very cute and i love you but we're NOT watching the fucking jeffrey dahmer show on our one night together, thank you very much" and then charles is all huffy like "well i don't want to watch top gun for the five hundredth time, either" ...and then of course they have to fuck about it 😌👌
that's the core of my headcanon, actually. no matter what they try, they always end up fucking before so much as an hour has passed. like, even if they're just eating together, they probably won't even be able to finish dinner because one of them will jump the other "because you were teasing me by licking that spoon like that, charlo, you cannot blame me" or "how was i supposed to not get on my knees when you look that good cooking for me?!" and... yeah. you get the idea 😆 essentially, they just CANNOT keep their hands off each other, which means that any "cozy night in" very quickly devolves into pierre bending charles over the couch, or the counter, or any available surface, really (and very occasionally, it's charles fucking pierre, too.) they're just obsessed with each other, tbh. and who can blame them 😌
42. What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)
(ngl, my first thought when seeing this was "42 the answer to life the universe and everything 😍" so HA, tysm for that one, akira. ily <3333)
and as for the actual question: WELL, i'm going to give two answers for this one - the pierre version and the charles version. charles, i like to think, is the kind of person who gets cold super easily, but loves snow and wintry weather. (probably because he loves to steal pierre's jumpers and hoodies and beanies etc. etc.) wintry weather also gives him a hundred and one excuses to snuggle really close to pierre, bcs pierre always runs hot. (yes, pierre would totally make a hundred and one jokes about that, btw.) ALSO, i firmly believe that as much as charles loves stealing pierre's things, he'd also take great personal satisfaction in putting some of his own things on pierre - like a ferrari-branded scarf, or beanie, or whatever, under the guise of being a caring boyfriend and making sure pierre doesn't freeze. (pierre puts up with it because he knows charles is secretly a possessive bastard, too, and he loves it. freaks, the both of them, ngl. they're the best.)
now, pierre - i don't want to make him sound like too much of a rich fuckboy, but then again... that's what he is, isn't it xD so my headcanon is that pierre loves to take charles somewhere like ibiza or the greek islands, and spend long hours lazing on a yacht together, alternately swimming, sleeping in the sun and fucking on the deck of the boat (where someone probably won't be able to catch them, but you never know, and that's the thrill of it, of course.) and since the weather is so hot and humid, they have to spend all their time in swimming shorts and very loose (& usually unbuttoned) linen shirts, of course. (if there are even any shirts in the first place.)
so yeah 😆❄️🏖 i headcanon these two as total opposites regarding what types of weather they enjoy - but it's not as though either of them are complaining, hehe. best of both worlds, etc etc <3
47. Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?
ooohhh, this is a good one 👀 and... call me a soppy romantic, and otp-obsessed, but i'm going to go for no. no, they don't.
hear me out, though! they've been friends for so long that i think they just... well, firstly, they already know almost everything about each other. but secondly, even if there was some devastating secret -- they'd be able to get through it. again, they have known each other for so long. when you've been friends forever, you can't imagine your life without that person. you would also forgive them for pretty much anything, and i think that's true for piarles. if one were so inclined, you could make that toxic, but to me it's just kind of beautiful. that security and safety net of "no matter how badly you fuck up, i'll still be there to catch you, because that's what we do for each other. we always have, and we always will." just. yeah. ❤️💙
(obligatory otp asks)
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yonglixx · 4 months
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happy birthday love <333 i hope you’ve had a good day today. i hope you took care of yourself and were able to spend the day with the people who mean the most. i always love your works and posts and thoughts <33
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🥺🥺 thank you so much darling, I did have a wonderful day and thank you for this lovely message (also the last picture is sending me😂) 💖💖💖
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