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astrobei · 1 year

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the party has a sleepover and everything is fine and normal until the morning when max mayfield wakes up to grab a glass of water and sees mike and will somehow squeezed together in a sleeping bag that’s only supposed to be big enough for one person and mike is drooling all over will’s arm and will is in a weird contorted big spoon position and they’ve got their hands all laced together and fingers intertwined right there in broad daylight in the middle of the living room.

max sighs, downs the glass of water, says aloud to the empty kitchen, “i wish i never got my eyesight back,” and goes back to sleep.

#thinking thoughts #and by that i mean i’m writing the party into a fic again #byler #max mayfield #u can’t tell me this hasn’t happened #they all go to sleep in individual sleeping bags #and every time #every damn time #mike and will end up squeezed into one #which should not be possible because mike is pushing 6 feet #and will is only a few inches shorter #and somehow by the sheer force of homosexuality they make it work #ok bye #/astro posts

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sydneyofalltrades · 7 months

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when someone i've been following for a long time suddenly deicdes to follow me back my heart does a little leap and goes "me??!! you think i am cool enough to follow?? that means sm thank you???" so yeah. totally normal about that

#/pos #no bc this happens all the time #and every time #this is my reaction

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softquietsteadylove · 11 months

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Thena, in the movie, once said to Sersi that Gil told her „when you love something you protect it. It’s the most natural thing in the world“

We never actually got the scene, only the hint that he once said it to her.

So i thought maybe you could write a little flashback? It would be interesting!

And I’m sure you can write something beautiful!!❤️

"Wow."

Thena looked up at the sky from within Gilgamesh's arms. To those mulling around on the deck of the ship, it may seem like he was just embracing his beloved wife. In reality, he had an inhumanly strong grip to keep her arms bound in case she lost herself and starting swinging a blade in blind rage.

The trip had been long. They took the first boat they could from the coast nearest Tenochtitlan and headed...as far away as possible. From land, and humans...their family. Anywhere that could offer them solitude. Anywhere that promised that she would not be a danger to innocent beings.

She sighed.

"What?" he asked, resting his chin on the top of her head with her arms locked around her.

She didn't answer, focusing on the stars above them and the sound of the ocean desperately hauling the ship towards another continent.

"Hey," he called to her again, nudging her head with his chin. His spirits continued to be light for one travelling with such a dangerous companion.

She wilted against him, and even then, they both knew he couldn't afford to let go of her. "Seasickness."

It was true, she had been quite seasick for much of the journey. He kissed the back of her head, "nice try."

It was worth the attempt. She looked up at the stars again. Her eyes watered, reminded of Sprite. Every woman with children made her think of Ajak. Every plant and flower she thought of Sersi and every man with a needlessly loud voice reminded her of Kingo.

"Thena." His voice was so soft. Just like the rest of him, it was soft, and warm, and perfect for her.

"Why?" she asked before she could stop herself. It was pointless, and she wasn't usually one for such chatter. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of the journey, or the ceaseless rocking of the ship getting to her.

"Why what?"

"Why," she repeated more firmly. He knew what she was saying.

"We've come a long way for you to ask me that now." He was right, too. They had managed to leave the Domo, and then to turn their backs on their beloved city. They had managed to get on this godforsaken ship.

Her hands found his, tangling their fingers together as he restrained her. At least being in his arms was pleasant, however forceful it needed to be. "When we find this promised wasteland...you will be free."

He waited for her to finish.

"You can leave me somewhere I won't hurt anyone," she suggested, hoping she didn't sound bereft at just the thought of being without him. "You will have done your duty."

"Is that what you are?" he asked, and she could hear a hard edge in his voice. He didn't like it when she suggested he abandon her. "Another mission for me to complete?"

She sighed again, running her thumb along the skin of his hand. They were hands capable of reaching into iron forges without protection--shaping molten glass and smothering hot coals. But they always felt so soft, to her. "I am no one's burden, Gilgamesh."

"Love is not a burden."

She looked up at the stars, hoping it would keep yet more tears from falling. Even as an Eternal, there was only so much hydration she could afford to lose while out at sea.

"I don't chose to love you when it's convenient for me," Gil whispered against her hair, resting his cheek there. "So I don't know why you think I could just...stop."

She swallowed, forcing up words to conjure her greatest fear, "perhaps it would be for the best."

"Then I have bad news for you."

"Gil," she attempted to insist. "You could be free."

"It's not freedom if you're not with me."

So stubborn, he was. "There will be no one around in need of your protection."

"I didn't come so I could protect other people," he affirmed, and even loosened his hold on her just a little. Thena stiffened in response. "I came to protect you."

She was the Warrior Eternal...perhaps no longer. But she was in need of no one's protection. "It is you who will need protection."

"I can handle myself," he chuckled, always finding something to smile about. It was one of her favourite things about him. He kept her hands in his, but let her turn to face him at least. "But I came because I love you--just you."

She tilted her head at him - her beautiful Gilgamesh with his flowery words - and sighed. She was doing that quite often since boarding the ship. Her hands came up to his cheeks, and she only just noticed that he had released them. She ran her thumb against his cheek, "it's dangerous."

"I'm here," he argued. Whether he meant that he was there to keep her from endangering the other passengers, or that he was there regardless of the danger she posed to just him.

"I am a danger to you," she whispered, ashamed to admit under the open sky that she was more concerned about his life than that of the fragile humans around them.

"Never," he whispered back, relishing her touch as if these hands hadn't tried to run him through a mere fortnight ago.

"Why," she repeated, desperation choking her throat closed. "Why strand yourself with me?"

"Because," he began, and paused just to kiss her lips. She felt his breath against the cold and damp ocean air. "Because when you love something, you protect it."

That was exactly what she was trying to do--not just with him, but with their love. She could not bear the thought of it withering, of him growing tired and resenting her. It would be kinder to take that fist of his and rip her heart from her chest.

Her eyes rose to his. "I love you."

They were loving words, and ones she didn't say often. But he knew that they were no placation; she was attempting to argue him out of staying. But he brought her hand to his chest, letting her feel where his heart was beating the same rhythm as hers.

"I love you, Thena," he professed, and as always, the words made a warmth flow through her, more than the sun or any fire could. They did something to defrost her heart. "So I'm not leaving."

She shook her head, but she had no more arguments. No more points or counters, just the equal hopes that he would leave for his own good and also never, ever leave her.

Her eyes closed and he kissed her again.

Every kiss, she savoured, just in case it was the last one she would get.

"It's the most natural thing in the world."

When she opened her eyes, he was there, still. Him and his smile--the only thing she wanted to see for the rest of Eternity. Her hand ran over his cheek, pulling him in to kiss her again.

Maybe she wasn't ready to let him go, just yet. She would try again; gather her strength to try and summon the mettle to send him away. Until then, she would allow herself this one selfishness.

#Thenamesh AU #just Thena and her sweet Gilgamesh #I've written another scene for this line #but it's a great line #and I couldn't decide which I liked better #so I wrote 'em both!#because why not?#just a man and his wife under the stars #no need to worry about Mahd Wy'ry right now #she will try to send him away again #and every time #he'll tell her that he's here to protect her #from herself and Mahd Wy'ry and being taken away from him #in sickness and in health

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ask-smokescreen · 8 months

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#this has been in my drafts for 3 years #and EVERY TIME #i forget what it is and open it #only to feel like starscream. once again.

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bee-in-a-box · 10 days

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I know I said I'd do a 90 minute loop, but I can't loop it, I have to sit here and keep pressing play. THUS, I think it may be funnier (and easier) to have one side be a 45 minute loop of wax minute, and the other side a foreign language course. It's what that old man would want.

#neftoon zamora reference??? In MY stupid gag cassette?#monkees posting #edit: I'm the 5th or 6th wax minute I think #and it's so funny it loops pretty perfectly and it just sounds like the same guy keeps requesting wax minute #and every time #Mike is like... Okay sure one more time

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v-as-in-victor · 9 months

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HA. I knew I was right. American fermented meats taste horrible and now I know why.

There is a difference in fermented sausage technology between the United States and the European countries. American methods rely on rapid acid production (lowering pH) through a fast fermentation in order to stabilize the sausage against spoilage bacteria. Fast acting starter cultures such as Lactobacillus plantarum and Pediococus acidilactici are used at high temperatures up to 40º C (104º F). As a result pH drops to 4.6, the sausage is stable but the flavor suffers and the product is sour and tangy. In European countries, the temperatures of 22º -26º C (72º -78º F) are used and the drying, instead of the acidity (pH) is the main hurdle against spoilage bacteria which favors better flavor development. The final acidity of a traditionally made salami is low (high pH) and the sourly taste is gone.

This research brought to you by a delicious chunk of Italian soppressata as a late night snack.

#food #I'd get these american made cured meats #and every time #there was this awful lacto sour note #and I bet it's being marketed as artisanally tangy #but it's just off

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pendragony · 3 months

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“You have already left kudos here.”

I still press the button again.

#and every time #every chapter #it’s the least i can do #for all the life you give me #thank you fanfic writers #ao3 stuff #writing #fanfic #writers of tumblr #writers of ao3

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zaskiaz · 2 years

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the way i tear up every time hondo says “it’s been an honor, captain”

e v e r y t i m e

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sunlitmcgee · 6 months

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hey yknow. when i had to it here and wait for like 10 minutes for violet to download a bunch of updates....i'd kind of hoped those updates would be to nerf the tera raids just a bit. because the difficutly on the 5 star ones was kind of a big reason I fell out of the game...because even with a level 100 starter, I still haven't be able to beat this one....with type advatage....and stab....and critical. It's kind of not fun

#i have given it 3 tries #and every time #the buff to defense #and the timer #just....i can't do it!#level 100!!!#:(

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guru--guru · 2 years

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Some early morning lamentations running a zelda dnd campaign is like the real and actual dream i just unfortunately have too many fucking stories i want to tell in the setting to get down a plot simple enough to run

#I’ve been trying for months to isolate a single idea #and every time #I’m either brain empty #or brain way too fucking full #IT’S A LITTLE BABY ONE-ON-ONE CAMPAIGN #I DONT NEED TO BE INSANE ABOUT THIS #pov u walk in on me screaming at the mirror #sometimes im like nah i dont need adhd meds i function fine #and then other times i realize that none of this should be this hard #moron hours

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rohirric-hunter · 1 year

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Horror movies are so boring they're always like OoOoOoOoh there's a MURDERER on the LOOSE and he's MURDERING people WHY is he doing this WHO is he and every time it turns out it's Just Some Guy who maybe had a traumatic childhood or whatever and he's doing it because he's trying to Understand the Human Psyche or The Voices Told Him To someshit. Every time!

#the jumpscares are fun i guess but just not enough to justify the rest of this bs #hi youve tuned into snowys biannual watching of a slasher flick because it cant be that bad right? its not that boring right?#surely im just exaggerating these things have a huge market share they cant possible by that boring #i do this once every two years or so #and every time #they are in fact that boring #idk maybe i would like them better if they had fewer teenage protagonists

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honeyboyfelix · 2 years

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i could (but i wont) eat this whole 22oz can of peanuts my parents bought me (but I could)

#personal #my parents went to the keys for their anniversary #and every time #i ask for this can of peanuts from kermits key lime shop #i loooooooove them #favorie snack #theyre literally just salt and lime

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shoyoist · 2 years

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every time i oversleep, i wake up and at some point (when i realize how behind schedule i am for the day) my brain will play the song in that one Barbie movie where it's like "sun's up! a little after 12..."

#☆༉ soliloqui.#and every time #i feel an insufferable amount of rage

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fumrell · 2 years

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*opens the pre-launch art Channel of the Stabbyness art ref channel* *boss music starts playing*

#i keep checking it #for funsies yk #and every time #it stares into my soul #that fucking box

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copepods · 1 month

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leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this

#text #my standards for video game music are not high #if there’s a leitmotif i go :O every time

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mias-back-from-the-dead · 5 months

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tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"

#like im not gonna name names but i can think of at least 3 channels #where they stopped posting short form content and went #wait the patreon is paying my rent im no longer a slave to the algorithm gods #HELL YEAH TIME TO SPEND 5+ MONTHS PUTTING TOGETHER A 3+ HOUR VIDEO #and i eat that shit up every time

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