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im all for people shipping whatever they want but i have interacted more with maximus x lucy posts than anything else so why is tumblr suggesting cooper x lucy shit to me 😭.

im sorry but i can not see cooper and lucy as anything more than that trope with the grumpy older man and the sunshiny positive younger girl. idk if i worded that right but anyways, i've decided (just like i do with durgetash shippers) to not interact with people who ship those two together. i just personally can't see it happening and the idea of it is very meh for me. but like i said, ship who you want...i will just curate my own FYP so that i don't see that ship (lucy x cooper)

edit: i posted this as a kinda "psa" or "fyi" type of deal. i also am a certified yapper so there's that too

late night kind of drunk made pretzels :3c also snails theyre in love and boyfriends

❝  hey,  just breathe.  look at me— look at me.  in and out.  breathe with me okay?  ❞ (alexa nd isaac <3 who should def kiss sometime)

this was what a panic attack felt like, right? he was having a panic attack. it was like his lungs could not fill up with oxygen, no matter how many shaky breaths he took. and his heart was beating so fast, he thought it might jump right out of his chest and run away. it was small spaces. it was always small spaces. thank you and fuck you very much, dad. he knew why they had to duck into the — closet? was it a closet? he didn't even know. all he knew was that the walls were closing in on them. and he knew they were outnumbered like, thirty to one on the other side of the door. but isaac was seriously considering flinging the damn door open just to get out of the small space. "i'm trying," he breathed out. he looked down at her, to the door, around the room. he needed a distraction, so he did the only thing he could think of . . . something he had been wanting to do for a very long time. he kissed her, backing her up against the wall and lowering his mouth to hers.           @lavnders

@lavnders: i'm proud of you.

a part of her regrets saving the kid entirely because of this—because mikayla doesn't know what to do with herself after doing something selfless, putting herself in harm's way for someone else. it hardly felt like a choice in the moment, because the demigod couldn't have been any older than eight at most, and their satyr was already critically injured. “it's not a big deal,” she mumbles, ignoring the heavy weight in her chest. she's never heard that before, directed toward her, at least—fourteen years of trying to make her father happy, make him not completely hate her, and not once did she come close. even here, she's never managed it, no matter how hard she pushes herself to be better than everyone else. it's never mattered here, because while she's good at fighting, she isn't good otherwise.

“i just wanted to kill something. that's it.” bloodied cloth is tossed to the side, reaching for the needle and thread instead. because of course, even with the chimera's claw marks in her side, mikayla refuses to go for help, to let anyone other than herself look after her. the nectar in her system keeps her from passing out from the pain—or so she hopes, at least, because going unconscious in the middle of stitching herself closed would be embarrassing. “your brother's taking care of the kid now, right?” she's afraid the question sounds too close to genuine concern, so she adds, clearing her throat. “because i'm going to be pissed if i wasted my time saving her just for her to die of shock.”

September 14, 2022:

Lavender Primary, Banescale, Speckle.

Lavender of Atp1102′s clan!

"   i’m   right   here.   "   /   mike   &   jess   .   

jessica   is   alive.   it   doesn't   feel   real   the   first   time   he   hears   those   words.   matt   found   her   down   in   the   mines.   words   rumble   in   his   ears   over   and   over   again,   enough   to   make   him   feel   faint.   ‘   no,   she   can't   be.   i   saw   her   —   i   was   there.   ’   they   try   to   explain   the   situation,   but   it   doesn't   make   sense.   she's   dead   !   (   because   if   she   isn't,   then   it   means   mike   left   her   completely   alone   down   there.   it   means   he   didn't   try   hard   enough   to   save   her.   )   it   suddenly   feels   like   the   night   is   catching   up   on   him   :   the   restless   hours   spent   trying   to   survive,   clinging   to   the   idea   of   saving   his   friends   and   making   it   out   alive.   the   horror   of   the   things   he   had   seen   and   done,   images   that   were   now   burned   into   his   brain   forever.   watching   as   jess   was   dragged   through   the   snow,   barely   clothed   and   realizing   he   didn't   make   it   in   time   to   save   her.   but   you   did,   didn’t   you   ?   you   just   didn’t   realize   it   in   time.   

they   won’t   let   mike   see   her.   not   until   the   interviews   are   done   (   something   about   wanting   to   have   untempered   recollections   of   what   had   happened,  whatever   the   fuck   that   means.   )   it   must’ve   been   a   couple   of   hours   before   they   allow   them   to   see   each   other,   but   it   feels   like  centuries   have   gone   by  when   an   officer   comes   back   to   let   him   know.   words   blend   together   again,   only   caring   about   one   thing   :   i’m   going   to   see   jess.   throat   starts   closing   up   before   he   can   even   begin   to   think   about   something   to   say.   (   i’m   sorry   i   didn’t   try   harder.   i’m   sorry   i   wasn’t   fast   enough.   i   don’t   want   to   lose   you.   i   love   you.   )   who   cares   if   it’s   too   early   to   say   it   ?   it’s   true.   and   he   hates   that   it   would’ve   taken   him   way   too   long   to   realize   it   if   it   wasn’t   for   this   goddamned   experience.   that   it   took   him   losing   two   of   fingers   and   jess   nearly   dying   for   him   to   come   to   the   realization   —   but   he   loves   her.   

desperate   hugs   and   relieved   cries   happen   in   slow   motion   as   mike   watches   jess.   physical   appearance   doesn’t   register   at   first   glance   (   being   honest,   the   deplorable   state   he’s   currently   in   isn’t   one   of   his   best   looks   either.   )   but   she   looks   as   beautiful   as   ever,   and   alive,   and   somehow   that’s   all   that   seems   to   matter.   time   speeds   once   they   find   their   way   to   each   other,   and   mike   knows   he’s   saying   something,   words   pronounced   as   he   presses   his   lips   to   the   crown   of   her   head,   but   mind   isn’t   able   to   register   what   exactly   is   coming   out   of   his   mouth.   he’s   trying   to   be   gentle,   doesn’t   know   the   extent   of   her   injuries   yet,   but   he   can’t   help   it   when   right   hand   presses   against   her   cheeks,   caressing   the   side   of   her   face.   ‘   you’re   here.   ’   what   if   this   is   all   a   dream   ?   maybe   mike   died   before   the   cabin   was   consumed   by   flames.   but   then   she’s   speaking,   she’s   telling   him   she’s   right   here   and   mike   decides   that   if   he   died,   then   this   must   be   heaven.   

happiness   is   short-lived.   after   everything   they’ve   been   through,   he   really   should’ve   guessed   a   moment   like   this   wouldn’t   last   long.   mike   is   never   taking   another   minute   of   time   with   jessica   for   granted.   every   single   second   together   is   to   be   cherished   from   now   on.   it’s   a   promise   and   a   silent   prayer   to   whoever   will   listen   as   she   collapses   against   him,   her   body   going   limp   in   his   arms.   there’s   not   much   to   do   but   to   call   for   help,   and   watch   as   the   people   around   take   her   from   him.   dread   and   fear   are   acquaintances   by   that   point,   and   he’s   helpless   as   jess   is   taken   away   from   him   once   again.   but   repeating   the   same   mistakes   is   not   an   option.   i’m   not   leaving   her   side,   that’s   the   only   thing   on   his   mind   as   he   launches   forward,   refusing   to   leave   her.   not   again.   (   @lavnders.   ) 

anyway  it’s  fall  so  we  know  what  that  means  @lavnders​

every successful tv show needs 1 thing its a protagonist who is just dean winchester slightly displaced along the yassification axis

from skye seeing u took ruby from me (:

allie's bingo card, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

IM SORRY SPIJCHUGIFVGSBC . but i love my doomed precious girls

'it's up to you. your choice.'

@lavnders. a shake of his head, fingers reach down, allowing himself to gently caress her jawline. as if even all of these years later, he still aches to memorize the shape of her. every curve, all the paths that lead to her heart, but he already knows them. the path to her heart echoes his name, he knows the path is one that he must walk on his own. one that was meant for him, as the one to his own is the same. he is certain the pathway to his own love is enchanted to do new curves whenever she is led astray, somehow to always guide her back to the center of him. to the place where there is only the two of them: their family. a place where they won't have to worry about being hurt by those who were meant to protect them, a place where love is unconditional.

" it will never be just up to me. it's a joint decision, it is you and me both, or none at all. " any decision that could change their future together, any time together they might have, that was a decision for both of them, even if his wife's opinion on the matter was more important to him. " it's a job, a good one. but it's just a job. if you want us to go live in new orleans for sometime, i will tell caroline it's a no. we don't have to decide right now, in fact, i think you should kiss me. "

I thought y'all were joking when you said Astarion stans were pissed at Wyll for making the rat joke

(This just recently popped up on my ig reels like not even 4 minutes ago but these comments were just ??? to me)

((Edit: also i know its supposed to be positive week for Wyll but i had to get my opinion out on these comments cause i like ranting on this account))

annabelle  lasso  (  @lavnders  )  said  to  jamie  tartt  ;  ❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜

jamie's practically sweating, reaching up to stick his fingers between the knot of the tie and his neck and loosening it just a little bit. he wasn't a suit kind of guy, but there was some big party for the team tonight, and he'd been told to dress up . . . so here he was. ❝ i . . . uh . . . ❞ he looked down at the suit before looking up at his coach's sister again, ❝ coaches said look nice . . . this is how i look nice. i guess. ❞

MAT DID NOT LIKE SHARING. not @lavnders . he wanted to be greedy with her, keep her all to himself. her friends had other ideas, and when they weren't tucked away in their corner of the woods living their cottagecore dreams, there were always people. the cards, allie ( who mat didn't mind so much ), and ... the chaos bros, or whatever they called themselves. ooh, big scary demons. give him a break. they weren't mat's friends like allie was, but they were ruby's. and mat would do literally anything to keep the love of his life happy. even if it was them and they were exhausting. when he finally got ruby to herself, an arm circled around her waist to draw her in and his bottom lip jut out in a pout. "hi," he said. then, like they hadn't spent, literally, the entire day together. "missed you."

action prompt / grab, @lavnders grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

abruptly, mikayla stops, her brows knitting together as her gaze drops to gwen's hand on her wrist. instinct tells her to break it, to teach her why touching her without permission is a grave mistake, but something in her stops her—she's not sure what it is, other than the foreign desire not to hurt her. still, she recoils from the touch, shaking her hand off as if it burns—and it does, her skin on fire where gwen's touch had been, but mikayla brushes it off as her own anger, because she won't allow herself to consider it could have anything to do with attraction. she'd sooner break her own hand than that. “are you stupid or just that desperate to hold my hand?” she doesn't say that had she been anyone else, mikayla would have twisted her arm until something snapped, solely because she doesn't want to be questioned why she didn't—she wouldn't know the answer. “what the hell do you want?”

“   so,   you   broke   my   favourite   mug…   and   you’re   breaking   up   with   me?   ”   /   devi   &   paxton   .   

‘   well,   when   you   put   it   like   that   ...   ’   that's   exactly   what   you're   doing,   devi.   no   way   of   going   around   it.   but   in   her   defense,   she   didn't   know   that   was   paxton's   favorite   mug.   and   she   could   probably   replace   it   ...   not   that   he   would   want   to   see   her   again   after   the   conversation   they're   about   to   have.   yikes,   devi,   maybe   you   should've   gone   with   plan   b   (   pretending   to   be   sick   for   a   whole   month   so   she   didn’t   have   to   see   him   before   he   left   for   arizona.   )   but   no,   that   would’ve   been   unnecessarily   cruel,   and   completely   undeserved.   eyes   travel   his   face   and   she   wonders   if   maybe   this   is   not   the   right   choice.   (   you’re   seriously   breaking   up   with   the   hottest   guy   in   the   whole   school   ?   the   same   person   you’ve   been   in   love   with   ever   since   you   were   a   freshman   ?   damn,   devi.   )   but   deep   down,   it   feels   like   it   is.   she’s   about   to   start   her   senior   year,   and   paxton’s   about   to   go   to   college.   if   anything,   she’s   doing   them   both   a   favor.   she’s   being   selfless   !   or   maybe   she’s   trying   to   make   herself   feel   better   about   the   decision.   ‘   i’m   sorry,   paxton.   about   the   mug   and   breaking   up   with   you.   it’s   been   great,   don’t   get   me   wrong   —   !   but   being   with   you   feels   like   a   dream,   and   i   think   it’s   time   to   wake   up.   ’   she   tries   hard   not   to   cringe   at   own   choice   of   words.   ‘   and   i   guess   i   should   say   ...   thank   you.   for   everything.   ’   this   had   been   her   first   relationship   ever.   even   with   its   ups   and   downs,   she   had   learnt   a   whole   lot   from   him.   and   she’ll   never   not   be   thankful   for   the   role   paxton   had   in   her   life.   ‘   and   i’ll   get   you   a   new   mug.   i   promise.   maybe   something   that   says   “   best   ex-boyfriend   in   the   world   ”   or   something.   ’   attempt   at   breaking   the   tension   is   weak,   and   she   can   only   hope   paxton   doesn’t   hate   her   forever   after   this.   (   @lavnders​.   )