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otterlyart · 2 years
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Jealousy is a purple-haired sorcerer
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natsxaddiction · 1 year
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Next chapter snippets TLH ?
We might see some wrong moves from both R and Nat coming up because perfect parenting is a myth (maybe). Also a little angst is fun.
When Cara steps into her bedroom she doesn’t notice it at first. She’s sweaty and tired and all she wants is a hot shower. She rushes into her bathroom, tossing her sweater and tank top into her hamper, before turning on the shower. She holds her hand under the water to check the temperature. It’s just how she likes it. She kicks off her shoes and returns to her bedroom to drop her watch on the dresser.
She overlooks the tiny box again. She sifts through her drawers, finding underwear and pajamas to wear for her day in purgatory, and that’s when she notices it. She furrows her brow, looking around the room, before picking it up.
“Skyn?” She reads aloud. A box of condoms. She doesn’t know why that makes her angry but it does. She takes the box and exits her room, stomping up the stairs, and going through the house in search for you. She finds you and Natasha in your office. The redhead is going through a day planner in the brand new couch you had put in here while you’re at your desk aimlessly working. When Cara approaches you both look up at her. She drops the box onto your desk and you eye them before looking up at her. “I don’t need these.” She says simply.
“I think that you do,” You refute. It’s her first genuine sentence to you in weeks. You can feel another argument brewing.
“Why do you think that?” Cara folds her arms. “You just assume things and you don’t even care and I don’t need these.”
“Cara,” Natasha closes her book. “We’re under the impression that you’re sexually active now. Which means you would need the condoms.”
“This is so stupid,” She clenches her jaw. The newfound tears in her eyes has you a bit perplexed. “I don’t need them okay. I don’t want them. So can we just forget about it?”
“Sure, if you want,” You start. “We just want you to be safe.”
“It doesn’t matter,” She mumbles. Avoiding your gaze, she opens her mouth before closing it again.
“Cara,” You sit up straighter. You’re concerned about her reaction and can see from the corner of your eye that Natasha is too. “I understand you’re still angry but you can talk to us. If not me you can talk to Mama alone.”
“No,” She shakes her head. “It’s fine. I’m going to shower now.” She says and without waiting for your response she leaves the room.
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icantalk710 · 2 months
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Haven't posted too much since this week was hectic [😩], so it me after a slightly longer jog earlier (thankfully it's warm enough to sensibly go jogging) and then coming back to trim the beard/shave some 🪒🚿😌
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yangjeongin · 1 year
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20 minutes on delicate cycle. that’s the amount of time it takes to dry hyunjin in the washer and dryer
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zeb-z · 4 months
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Etoiles, bitter and resentful, still trying to be kind and still looking out for Bad, wondering where the justice is that he’s forgotten purgatory. Roier beyond angry, pissed, furious, breaking the stone of his basement and wondering just why everyone else seems to have forgotten purgatory. Red team with the only confirmed missing members, who grew to rely on eachother, now separated, while Bad, their biggest aggressor and source of trauma, gets to get off like nothing happened. Gets to walk around with his son. Gets to visit them all and start casual conversation as if purgatory never happened. But it did, and he can’t, not with Roier. Who tries to shoo Bad away, encourages him to drink lava. Not with Etoiles, who while he’s patient and seemingly gentle, keeps constantly reminding him about his actions in purgatory. Maybe with Phil, who’s tried since the beginning to be the one above it all, the bloodshed and the fallout.
I dunno. something about how Cellbit and Foolish haven’t returned, and Roier is taking care of another kid, and Baghera is gone and Etoiles just has to carry on with his duties in the resistance, and Max is dead and the island doesn’t even know, and their kids are all in a coma except for Dapper, who sticks with his father, and the rest of blue team don’t seem to be stuck with the anger and misery, don’t seem to remember purgatory like they do. red team won, and they’re the ones who lost the most. red team won, and they’re the ones who cannot move on, who will not move on, as much as the island wants them to. something about trauma, and the rage that comes with the aftermath, when people try to return to normal, because how can you act like nothing happened when we’re still without our family, our loved ones, how dare you act like nothing happened when it did happen, and we’re still suffering for it?
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miutonium · 5 months
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Sunkissed 🌻☀️💋
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mazojo · 1 year
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I just experienced something SO poetic cinema
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mimidroolz · 4 months
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I’ve been drawing this comic for daysss here’s a small Luna from it <3
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food-lover9000 · 3 months
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No comment…
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walshball · 6 months
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FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SARINA
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ghostsgerard · 2 years
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im gonna throw up tmwwbk is literally so. dean trusted cas when he shouldn’t have. when his own brother is like, hey i don’t trust him. cas is my friend too! but no you don’t get it sam. he’s my… you know. he wouldn’t do this to me. he wouldn’t and then he did and the fuking the heartbreak the betrayal the looking back. yeah sam he’s your friend. but dean looked back. dean looked back dean looked back dean looked back dean looked back. why did dean look back
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about-faces · 1 year
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From Detective Comics #1067, “A Tale of Three Halves, Part 3 of 3” by Si Spurrier, Hayden Sherman, and Nick Filardi.
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beansprean · 2 years
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sometimes you get diagnosed with ADHD as an adult which finally makes your mom actually listen to what ADHD actually is and that she didn't cure it by making me do 100 jumping jacks as a kid when I got too hyper and then she realizes that she may have it too
And then you both realize that like 70% of the family probably also has adhd and that's why we are all Like That
#adhd#not art#like???? my moms side of the family were always weird to everyone but us#so informal and go with the flow and peppy but cycle through hobbies like toilet paper#never any drama bc we forget that we got mad and just get over it and were generally nice to people#we never learned to set boundaries with other people bc we all had invisible understood nd boundaries#and just didnt ask each other weird questions#like turns out we r just a super nd family???? but it makes sense???#my 2 cousins were diagnosed as kids but they were the only ones that was when adhd was starting to be understood as a childhood disability#but you only got diagnosed if u were getting bad grades etc so me and my sister got overlooked and everyone else was too old#but DEF my granny has combined like me and my mom has hyperactive type and probably my uncle as well#and my great aunt bipolar i wouldnt be surprised if she had comorbidities her daughter idk tho#great grandparents hard to say but i wouldn't be surprised and time will tell with cousins kids#would not be surprised to see some autism in there im sure my sis on the spectrum and i may be too but with adhd its hard to differentiate#anyway this is a v personal post but its kinda crazy to look back and be like huh#thats why the fam dynamic is so different from everyone elses#we dont talk to each other for years but relationships dont deteriorate in our heads so nbd#now my dads side....my dad does have a lot of adhd symptoms as well as his dad#plus Alzheimers runs thru there which has a slight predilection for adhd anyway#why would a bunch of intelligent chatty anxious and kind people choose to live in the middle of nowhere and have silly hobbies#why neurodivergency my friend#ANYWAY the culture shock of moving away from that as a child and my parents remarrying neurotypicals who didnt understand the dynamics#dunno if it was the southern thing or the nt thing but turns out the normal way i always interacted with my parents#was seen by others as deeply disrepectful mean teenager nonsense that should be culled#shout out to the nd kids with nd parents who just spoke to each other like adults and played with each other like kids#this is TOO MANY TAGS thats how u know the vyvanse kicked in#personal
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moving-to-dreamwinged · 4 months
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hthinking about snuggling w my f/o he would be so warm and soft i think ... he would probably act like he doesnt want to but eventually give in "for my sake" sighing all irritatedly while ever so gently wtapping his arms around mOkay post cancelled I have fallen mysteriously ill
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coffinsister · 3 months
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what are your favorite sibcon tropes/dynamics? a personal favorite of mine is amazingly kind golden retriever of a big brother x violent little sibling obsessed with him and feels they need to protect him from any danger
Your taste is amazing and immaculate
I like the usual onee-san who's careless and confident x shy inexperienced little brother
I like twin sisters and brothers who are just way way too close to one another and completely shameless about it
Big sis who's extremely caring and hardworking x lil sis who completely idolizes her and just wants to take care of her
I also used to be obsessed with older brother who straight up despises his little brother and little brother who's just willing to do anything and everything to earn his approval
And of course little sister x big brother who are just possesively and incredibly in love with each other
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wolf-2099 · 1 year
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Cybereyes Include an Eye Recording Unit (for no extra cost)
Word count: 2,481
Characters: Blessed, F1N4L1T¥ (Mentioned)
Summary: Blessed kills time on a roadtrip by rewatching some of the memories caught by his cybereyes. What kind of memories? Well, literally only the gay ones.
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My name is…. Ren Kanim….. Ren Kanim…. Ren….. Ren…..
Blessed sunk deeper into the plush bus seat as he sighed, replaying the memory over and over again. It was times like this he was happy his cybereyes came with that free recording software. It was always things related to F1N4L1T¥ that made Blessed happy he was recording every going on that he saw. F1N4L1T¥- no, Ren. They were the memories he rewatched over and over lately. Before, he would just watch bittersweet memories. But now, as of late, he had memories that genuinely lit a fire inside of his chest. An ache between his ribs. Why did they make him feel this way? What exactly is it that these memories stir inside of him? Sure, he liked F1N4L1T¥. He'll admit that (to no one but himself and King). But this felt… Strange. More than just a simple crush. An infatuation. Was it just that Blessed had never truly felt an attraction to someone before on a level that wasn't purely a fleeting appeal to their physical appearance? Sure, Blessed was inexperienced. He was aware of this. Everyone was. Even King had mentioned how he had never gone on a date before. And, well… That led to another memory Blessed watched back fondly. The time F1N4L1T¥ and him went to the mall food court together.
A "fake date", F1N4L1T¥ had called it. Two people spending time together and talking, loudly, in public. That's what they said. A fake date… Blessed wished it could have been real. Alas, there was that "real" date they went on in Vegas. Well, more like Dread and M00nshine went on a date together. It was a real date though, right? It felt like one, Blessed thought. And sure, maybe it was just "M00nshine" and not "F1N4L1T¥". Maybe they were on a date with "Dread" and not "Blessed".
Damn it. Being a Shadowrunner was a mess when you have all these fake names to keep up with.
Blessed didn't care who went on a date with who. He just knew that nothing would be right until he could go on a date with them. With Ren.
Whoever "F1N4L1T¥" is, I want to get to know them. That person. Blessed always thought. Whoever that may be, I want to get to know them better.
And now, Blessed had a better idea who he wanted to get to know better. Ren. Ren Kanim. That's who he wanted to get to know better. F1N4L1T¥. M00nshine. Whatever names and aliases they had. Blessed wouldn't mind getting to know all of them. But he knew, deep down, that the one he wants to know the best is Ren.
The satyr leaned his head back as he listened to the chatter inside of the bus. Casual, idle chit chat amongst the party as they continued the journey to Atlanta.
Ren Kanim…
Blessed smiled as he played back the memory once more. If anyone looked at him, could they tell he was up to something? Or would they just chalk it up to ol' Blessed being his usual, weird self. The smile faded from his face. Yeah, Blessed was weird. Unusual was his usual. Impulsive, naive, immature, gullible, stubborn, bull-headed Blessed. If he asked the party, there are probably a few more choice words they would have to describe him. Nothing positive, he thought. No, he was bizarre. He knew this. And he sighed again. Not the same sigh as before. That was light, whimsical. Happy. This was a dejected sigh. Defeated.
He knew he was difficult to like.
He hoped it was fixable.
He wanted F1N4L1T¥ to like him.
He wanted Ren to like him.
Blessed shook his head. It was quick, sharp. A sudden shake like his body had a shiver run through it. He just wanted to clear his head. Crossing his arms, he leaned his head back against the seat as he crossed a hoof over the opposite leg. He couldn't let himself spiral down that mental path. It's been bad enough since they left Detroit, he didn't want to spoil another day's mood with his own mental flagellation. It's what he was best at. Knocking himself down and kicking himself while down there in the dirt. It's how most of his thoughts ended up when he started thinking about his feelings for F1N4L1T¥.
He was no hero. No genius. No prince charming. He was just… Blessed. A weird freak from Detroit. And then there was F1N4L1T¥… They had so much experience. A colorful life. They were handsome and gorgeous at the same time. They talked so smoothly, sometimes so sweet.
Are my goat legs weird? Blessed had asked.
I've known people who have exclusively been attracted to guys with goat legs. F1N4L1T¥ had responded.
But that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. Not the question he was really asking.
Do you think my goat legs are weird? Do you think I'm weird? I want you to like me the way I like you. But I'm nothing like them. The ones you like. I never will be. Is it over before I've even had my chance to begin? Can I ever have a beginning with you, or am I doomed to run a race I was never really a participant in?
Damn it. There he went again with the downward spiral.
He played it back again.
My name is…. Ren Kanim…..
Would they hate it if they knew the things Blessed had saved- The things he played back to feel that ember in his chest burn again? Blessed cycled through all of them again.
The first meeting. When Blessed and King were given that first job with the group. A gunner and medic duo meeting up with some other ragtag Shadowrunners. Back then, Blessed wasn't sure what to think of the others, F1N4L1T¥ included. A hacker, a face. Some well dressed, smooth talking human. Depending on the job, could be important. Could be nothing. But nowadays, that meeting has a whole new meaning. Blessed would rewatch the memory, taking it in with a new perspective. The way F1N4L1T¥ introduced themself. The way they smiled. The way they talked to Blessed, then a stranger.
Another memory. A few months after that first meeting. They had all gone out to Dante's Inferno after scoring big with that Kirin rescue. Truth or dare had been nice, but everyone still too unfamiliar with each other to ask anything big. Anything deep. It was all fun, though. A good time. Blessed always got a chuckle out of watching F1N4L1T¥ give someone a nasty drink of Vodka and Milk. But that's not what he was watching for. No, it was when F1N4L1T¥ had gone out to the dance floor and found someone. Some random person. The memory watches them closely for a moment. At the time, Blessed wasn't sure why he was so interested in watching F1N4L1T¥ and some stranger get together and dance. Oh, but now he knows. And this moment in particular, every time he plays it back, makes the knots in his stomach twist more. It's the first moment he felt it. Whatever it was. But it was the seedling of the emotion he holds for F1N4L1T¥ now. Whatever it is in his chest, this was the start.
He wishes that stranger could have been him. Escorting F1N4L1T¥ out on to the dance floor. Spending that moment with them. Maybe they would laugh as they had a good time. Maybe they would have smiled at Blessed as they danced close together.
Next memory.
Ah, right. This one.
F1N4L1T¥ was so demure, so shy, as they talked to the gnome shop keep. A gift for Kevin. They talked so sweet, like a schoolgirl with a crush.
Do you have a crush on Kevin? Blessed had asked. His tone exaggerated to not come off as suspicious. F1N4L1T¥ gave a dismissive answer. One that could be taken as a yes, but I'm too shy to say it or a no, it's for the mission. Blessed's chest tightened as he rewatched the memory. Back then, he hadn't realized why he was wishing for F1N4L1T¥ to say it was the latter. He knew better now.
He wanted them to like him. He didn't like the idea of F1N4L1T¥ liking someone else. It was the ugly seeds of jealousy trying to plant themselves in Blessed's head.
Would you do this for me? Would you put so much thought and effort into a gift for me, like you are for Kevin?
The knots in his stomach continue to tighten as he continues.
Between the last memory and this, Blessed had realized it. He liked F1N4L1T¥. He had a crush on them.
And then, that early morning. When they confronted Kevin's dad and the cult leader, Erin.
Love.
The word felt like a thousand nails piercing into Blessed's very core. F1N4L1T¥ liked Kevin. They confessed it, thinking Kevin was unconscious. Blessed stood there, staring. The memory was only visuals, but Blessed still remembered the emotions he had back then.
You like guys who are ex-cultists? Blessed had asked. It sounded like a joke. It wasn't.
Another question where Blessed wasn't truly asking what he meant.
Could you like someone like me, then?
No. Of course not. That's not what F1N4L1T¥ had meant. Kevin was sweet, pure. He had potential, F1N4L1T¥ had said. Blessed knew what they meant. Kevin was everything Blessed was not.
Blessed scowled as he flipped to another memory. He wanted to watch the things that made him happy. This was the exact opposite of that. And yet, it still sparked something in him. A twisted sense of determination. He didn't want to give up hope. He wanted to think that there was still a chance that he could be the kind of person F1N4L1T¥ could like. He smiled, catching what the next memory was.
It was simple. One Blessed wasn't even involved in. But he had caught it nonetheless. And he's glad he did.
Bloshi, when they had first joined the group. Cleansing and cleaning everything and everyone they could touch. No one expected that their magical disinfectant wipe of a spell would clean the makeup right off F1N4L1T¥'s face. It caught Blessed by surprise. How angular their features were underneath all that work. They were breathtaking. Sure, they ran off to the bathroom and came back out several long minutes later looking their usual done up self- and they were still just as gorgeous as always. But something about seeing them so… Naturally. It made Blessed's chest swell again. He wondered why F1N4L1T¥ changed their features like that with makeup. It seemed important to them with how hastily they had sped off to fix what Bloshi had ruined, but Blessed didn't get it. He knew he never would. It was F1N4L1T¥'s own personal reasons. But Blessed still couldn't help but think that they were stunning. He felt selfish. He wanted to see them like that again. Was he a bad person? A selfish person, surely. But did that make him bad? He wasn't sure.
I'm proud of you.
The next memory. Blessed had been shaked up after dealing with the Sidhe inside of Dr. Andrea Payne. It wasn't enough that he lost sleep over the first time he had "killed" her, but now he had to live with the fact that he had killed her twice. But when he returned to the warehouse, hands shaking as they held on too tightly to the dart rifle he had used, there was F1N4L1T¥. Smiling, so warmly. They were staring right into the camera of the recording. Staring at Blessed. This was for him. A banner that congratulated him, and a snack sitting on the table behind waiting for him. It all felt so over the top. It was so very F1N4L1T¥. Blessed liked that about them. This moment was made by them, for him.
Blessed grew embarrassed and frustrated as the recording grew hazy and the POV unstable. Right, he had started crying back then. He wasn't expecting anyone to tell him he had done a good job, let alone F1N4L1T¥. No one ever told him that. And now, here was the person he desired attention from, giving him all the attention he could ever hope for. He wished he had held it together, had a better recording of F1N4L1T¥'s happy smile as they welcomed everyone back from a job well done. The base had been a disaster then, Blessed remembered. But still, there was F1N4L1T¥ going around with an excited gleam in their eyes from the success.
Blessed closed his eyes as he let himself remember things naturally. No more of the recordings from his cybereyes. They couldn't give him what he really wanted to remember now. Not a visual, but a feeling.
In Las Vegas. F1N4L1T¥, clinging to his arm. They were "M00nshine" then, and Blessed knew that was a different act than F1N4L1T¥. They made it clear it was two very different characters they were playing on this stage. But still, it felt like F1N4L1T¥. The way their arms wrapped around Blessed's own as they walked down the street together as they left the restaurant. The way F1N4L1T¥ clung to him so tightly it felt like circulation was being cut off. The way the warmth from their body seeped into his own- heating him up on the inside. It was a feeling Blessed would never forget.
Please don't fall. I don't want to have to carry you.
It's ok… You can carry me, if you want.
… Please don't fall.
Blessed would never forgive himself for that. But he knew just as well that he did the right thing. But oh, what he wouldn't give to pick F1N4L1T¥ up. To hold them in his arms in a princess carry perhaps. It didn't feel right back then. Not the right time. But given the opportunity again, Blessed fears he would not be strong enough to resist. He wanted to hold them. To feel them in his arms. Would they put their arms around his neck for stability? Would they be flustered by the way Blessed could pick them up so easily?
When they had gotten back to the condo. When they said good night… Blessed wished he could have joined them in bed. For nothing scandalous or inappropriate, he simply wanted to exist in the same space as them. To feel their warmth, their company. He wanted to burn the image into his mind of how peaceful they looked while they slept. Something so intimate that no cybereye recording could ever truly capture what it meant. He wishes he could have laid there beside them. How very selfish.
Blessed was a very selfish goat.
And yet, part of him didn't care.
He smiled, closed his eyes. He played it back once more.
My name is…. Ren Kanim…..
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