Ok so maybe stormbringer hit harder than I realized
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Wheatley shuffles up to you, head tilted down to avoid your gaze. A soft yet steady whirring sound lets you know he's distressed. No words are needed; his mechanical body can't lie to you.
You take his hand and guide him to the couch, plopping down with a sigh and patting the seat beside you in invitation. He sits gingerly next to you, still not meeting your gaze, his anxious humming picking up for a moment as you rest your hand on his. You lift his hand up, holding it in both of your own, examining his smooth metal fingers and just-sharp-enough claws. You get a bit lost in thought, staring at those lovely claws, and before you know it you've leaned forward to place a soft kiss to the tip of his index finger. He startles, eye wide, whirring paused in shock.
"Sorry!" You squeak. "I just.. couldn't help it."
He huffs lightheartedly and looks away, a different kind of hum starting up in his chest that you recognize as his cooling fans. After a moment, he gently presses the tip of his finger back against your soft lips.
"You can- I mean, if you want- maybe can- could you do it again?" He stutters, face lighting up with a cyan blush as he tries (and fails) to not think about how the tip of his claw pressed oh so lightly against your lip.
You let out a soft, affectionate chuckle. This robot is too cute for his own good. Your eyes flutter shut as you place another kiss against his fingertip, then another, then another, until the room fills with the purr-like sound of his fans.
"Feel better?" You ask softly, half-teasing.
"...Yeah, I... I think I do. Thank you, luv," he responds quietly, finally looking at you with an expression that holds all the love a single eye can muster.
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ghhh. oooh god okay. yeah this one got to me. yeah. oooh boy
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it is crazy that crowley said age cannot wither, nor custom stale, his infinite variety. its one of those dorky crowley moments that wraps back around to be smooth like if a man said something like that to me when i was being cringe as hell in public no less i’d fall in love with him too. and then he went and made hamlet the most well known play in western literary canon off one hopeful look from aziraphale that maybe he could get some people to see the show
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which hq boy has a younger sister bc im thinking many thoughts of timeskip!him having to attend a fan meet because the tickets were so expensive but his little sister gets sick and can't attend but she really wants special merch that can only be purchased at the event and she also requests for him to get in line so you can personally sign everything for her!!! and he's like wtf, who cares abt some lame pop star, then he listens to ur glitter gel pen music and is like ok, fine, this shit sounds kinda good, but then he has to go through the whole embarrassing ordeal of getting in line, arms full of pink merch and posters with your face plastered on them, and he has to ask you to sign them!!!!!! and he's so humbled rn (bc bonus points if the boy is famous; in which case, he's in a ridiculous disguise of sunglasses and a baseball cap that he wears inside)
and then he's next in line to meet you, and you two speak briefly, and he leaves in a daze because fuck, you're pretty, and why the hell didn't his sister take him to see you sooner, and how the hell can he see you again
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this.... this is literally the first time they will release music with the same band members.... this IS paramore
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The anxiety that comes everytime I'm having a meeting is so annoying
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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my veins pulse with something stronger than blood, and i wish to be anywhere but here. so please, stars, hear my plea and render me to divinity. i will wander to the edge of the sky before letting this world take me whole.
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ik people have joked already about how everything is different but i just literally realized something that changes fucking everything you dont understand. and its because of gerard it involves them. btw. so it is.
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found this stupid thing on my doorstep
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oughhh this is so soft :((( so sweet :((( aughh this made my day better
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a bunch of separated donnies (v.1)
BEHOLD! the project i’ve been working on for like a little under a week or so. this was kind of a nightmare.
this was inspired by @/s0fti3w1tch’s separated au leos piece because its absolutely amazing but i dont have a separated leo au, i have a separated donnie au so.. ta daa.
AUs + creators below, thanks to @stitchpunkdsol and @spixybeaniebaby for helping me curate this selection :)
Gemini Twins - @tangledinink
Top row L->R bottom row L->R
Adopted Donnie - @tblsomedoodles
Empyrean Weeping - @cupcakeslushie
Even More of a Disaster Twins - @teaableu + @3lectricinsomnia (AU blog: @evenmoreofadisaster)
Red Rover - @theserpentsnight (AU blog: @red-rover-au)
Diamond in the Repo Yard - me :) (AU blog: @diamondinthe-repoyard)
The Little Prince - @beannary
Life Mission: Save My Brothers - @daedelweiss
Nothing Left To Lose - @leo-kinnie
Bloodbath - @trubblegumm (AU blog: @bloodbath-au)
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[CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG... MY LEG...’
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