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You can't see it because it's a podcast but Kayne is JoJo posing the entire time
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minecraftbookshelf · 1 year
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I totally am not considering Empires Season 1 AUs
Jimmy, pouting: “Why do I have to get married for the treaty.”
Lizzie, eating breakfast: “Because the Wither Rose Alliance refused anything less than a marriage and I figured you would rather marry one of their allies than one of them.”
Jimmy, sulking: “So obviously I should marry the one we know nothing about bc his brother keeps him home under lock and key.”
Lizzie, spreading jam on a fish filet: “Well if the worst comes to worst and he’s absolutely terrible, at least you can just outlive him. Elves only live like four or five hundred years anyway.”
Jimmy: *opens his mouth*
Jimmy: *closes his mouth*
Jimmy: “How did that plan work out for you, then?”
Seablings: *look at each other*
Seablings: *look at Joel*
Joel, a perfectly normal, garden variety human. Who has inexplicably been married to Lizzie for ~600 years now: “is there something on my face?”
Lizzie: “Point taken.”
Meanwhile, in Rivendell
Scott, who has been relying on his brother’s lava magic to keep him from freezing their whole kingdom over for a long time now: “Oh yes this is going to go so well. We’re going to end up going to war with the Ocean because I accidentally turn the swamp kingdom into an ice skating rink. Excellent diplomacy, brother. You should get a prize.”
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cottonflurry · 14 days
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I had a vision...
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samstronomy · 2 months
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i love characters that r so very Gender that any gender headcanon fits them.
transmasc? SO TRUE!!!!!
transfem? YOU ARE SO RIGHT
non-binary? HELL YEAH BROTHER
gender-fluid? SPIT UR SHIT KING!!!!!!!!!!
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sulkybender · 2 months
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RELEASE THE ZUKO CUT
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silasea · 2 years
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I need intimacy and more neck kisses
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xiaoluclair · 3 months
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7 cus I think you'll excel at it and 40 cus I'm trying to figure out how that one would work in rpf
yessir! first off:
40. because the world is ending // cl16.lh44 // G // major character something???
The horizon was red. Sebastian would probably make some gloat about Ferrari, thought Lewis. Would've, anyway. If he were still alive. He wondered if Charles would say anything about it. Guy destined for red, last thing he sees is the color of his car, his mythos.
Charles continued to spin his chair round and round in a circle.
"Did you call your." Lewis paused.
Charles stopped turning. He looked at Lewis. People usually used some variation of woodland creature to describe Charles. Lewis would settle on some kind of critter right now. Small. Unassuming. "I tried," he said at last. "No one picked up."
Lewis nodded. He should probably be used to all the condolences at this point — giving and getting. It didn't make it any easier to say. "Sorry, man."
Charles shrugged, and his smile was empty. Silence swallowed the room once more as they waited. That was the problem, thought Lewis. The waiting. Charles wasn't moving the chair anymore. He remained sat there, staring out of the window. Lewis considered asking him if he wanted to go for a drive.
"I used to think about this day," said Charles out of the blue. The red, thought Lewis, and almost laughed.
"Let me guess," he said instead, grinned. "This is exactly how you pictured it."
Charles laughed. "Yes, I always wanted to spend The End stuffed away in a conference room."
Lewis snapped his fingers. "Knew it." He left a little breath. "But, I'm guessing that wasn't actually it."
This time, the laugh was a little softer. Charles took the quip as it was intended. An invitation. Something to fill the void. "No. It was quite silly actually. It was usually somewhere high up — a mountain maybe. Or just floating in the sky. And I was with."
Lewis waited. The wheels on Charles's chair squeaked slightly. "I am not sure," he said at last. "I guess my girlfriend? Maybe my, uh. Wife? I guess?" He said 'wife' the way someone might mean 'if you say so'. "It was just the two of us, and she'd turn to me as it all happened and—"
He went red. Redder, anyway. From that, Lewis could fill in the rest. He offered a small smile, because any bigger would've felt wildly out of place. "That sounds really sweet, man." Charles's mouth puckered up at the corners in response.
Their teammate stint would hit one and a half years the next day. They wouldn't reach that. Lewis had learned to talk about Ferrari like it was the dream of a lifetime. Charles had learned to stop talking about it like it was the lifeline of a dream. They'd converged somewhere in the centre.
That didn't mean Lewis expected to spend his last moments with him.
Around half-ten, Fred came in and told them it was over. For real. He said it in English, and then he said it in Italian — Charles told him that, once Fred had left. "It was the same thing. That he is sorry. He said we could join the crew downstairs if we wanted to."
"Do you want to?" asked Lewis.
Charles shrugged. He stayed put, where he'd moved to the floor in front of the windows. Lewis had gone between watching the trees turn crimson, the fountain of the prancing horse darken like crushed berries, the drip of it over Charles's cheeks.
At eleven, he sat beside him. Cross-legged, and their knees didn't touch. "It's close, I think," murmured Charles.
Lewis tilted his head. "Yeah." Charles looked at him — properly looked. So Lewis could see his eyes, and they were green usually but now they looked brown, like tree stumps and coffee and soil.
"How high up did you imagine it?" he asked.
Charles blinked. Realization seemed to tick slowly a second later. His tongue darted out. He glanced through the window. There wasn't much left to see. "Something like this, I guess."
Lewis reached out and touched his jaw, very lightly. Charles's head turned into it. The Rebirth — that's what his family called it. And the day will come, where everything must rise anew. This wasn't the end for him — not the same way it was for Charles. Lewis hadn't grown up picturing what he'd do, the day it happened. He thought maybe he'd have liked to be on a boat somewhere in the warm sea. He'd have liked all his friends and family around a roast dinner. He'd have liked his parents. To hold their hands.
He'd get that, he thought. Eventually.
As the side of Charles's throat started to bleed, Lewis guided him close, and kissed him. He kept his eyes open long enough to see Charles's slacken shut. He closed his own. Everything went red.
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decaydanceredacted · 1 year
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upping the queue from 4 times a day to 6 times a day btw
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softwarmfur · 4 months
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I think when I'm making crass jokes w my mutuals I talk too much about my dick n balls leaving my pussy crucially underrepresented. 2024 expect more pussy talk!
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gayrudeboys · 2 years
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anytime a non american talks shit about america or the american south, i add a new name to my death note
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mee-op · 2 years
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i think we should start making jokes about simeon being an old man
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xiaophobic · 2 years
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if that’s real my plans are ruined because what do you mean 3.2 stink 😦 kusanali better run like IMMEDIATELY as we get 3.0 because otherwise i’m done
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impurrrfectworld · 2 years
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One day I'm going to wake up and decide, for the next 12 hours, whenever someone hands me something I'm just going to sign it and give it back.
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sapphiques · 1 year
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i am aware it’s an old gay man and a young woman pairing up so ofc there would be no romance but it’s refreshing 2 me regardless !!!!! muting notifs on this bye bye <3
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tomatosoump · 1 year
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>_<
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