Is this what they call coping mechanism? 🫴🦋
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learning literally anything about Nickelodeon in 2024:
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bro needs therapy for their anger rn lmaooooo
Or you could just stop bothering me.
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for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:
bar
Remus slumps over the bar, staring at his empty glass. He thinks about ordering another, but it would be his seventh, and that’s too much for Christmas Eve.
“It’s closing time,” says the bartender, gentle. “Can I help you get home?”
There’s a hint of suggestion in his voice, and Remus considers it for a minute. But he doesn’t look right, blond and bulky where he should be dark-haired and lanky.
“No, thanks,” says Remus, and resigns himself to a cold walk back to his apartment, where Sirius should be waiting but isn’t, not anymore.
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House update!
I've been decorating three rooms because I took a break from the kitchen for a bit. I started working on the living room, and the dining room
This is the floorplan view of the house
The outside has also been decorated a bit, but I've been mainly focusing on the inside. Once I get all the rooms done I'll work on the outside of the house
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New Year's Eve, 2002 (1610 words) by egipci
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Dean Winchester/John Winchester
Additional Tags: Past Underage
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The smell of fresh baked pies and pressed cider hit long before her familiar voice did. "HEY!! You, I know you! Thanks again for the foot thingy." Meredith came down rarely to sell her goods at market. Seeing anyone familiar to her was a treat indeed, even if she was trapped behind her rented stall.
It felt good to be out and about at market. And resembling his mortal self, Asclepius could almost believe he really was human again.
It had been a day of more work, attending to his dedicants who had prayed for his aid. It was always something that pleased him to do, a reason to come to Earth and tend to the injured or sick. And sometimes, if his work on Olympus was not too pressing, he would pass through the marketplaces to see what was selling. A present for his wife, or something sentimental to take home.
Hearing someone call to him, he turned in confusion at once, before recognizing who had called for him. "Ah! Good afternoon." He approached, folding his arm across his stomach and giving a short greeting. "I'm glad to see your ankle is much better now. How has your harvest been?" He looked around. "It seems you're doing well for yourself for the upcoming harvest."
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2,943 Miles Home to You
Author: Kodzum
Words: 3,403
Chapters: 1
Author Summery:
Keith and Lance have earned themselves a reputation as the “inseparable pair” but what happens when one of them has to leave the other for a bit?
My Summary:
Okay, two things. One- this fic is a college/highschool AU, meaning Lance and Keith were never paladins and simply met in high school. Two- if you are not a fan of tooth rooting fluff and pet names then you will most likely not enjoy this fic. In my opinion it has the perfect mix of fluff and angst. Definitely falls under the hurt/comfort category. I love this author because they are so diverse in their writing so I definitely recommend giving this fic a try.
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings
Relationship: Klance
Characters: Lance, Keith, Lance’s mother
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Imagine spending all your energy being cool and mysterious 24/7.
What an idiot have I mentioned I love him?
Idea came from a cool post @nouverx made about Alastor’s possible sleeping habits. 💕
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