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sailor-aviator · 7 months
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Can I please request Jake taking nervous reader for a ride in a f-18 he’s super excited and comforts them making sure they are safe.
I'm sorry this is so short, I have no idea what I'm doing
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"I cannot believe I let you talk me into this," you cried, squeezing your eyes shut as your boyfriend maneuvered through the sky.
"What's got you so worried, darlin'?" he laughed. You, quite frankly, didn't find anything funny about this situation. Jake had managed to convince you after months of begging on his part to let him take you up into the air in his plane.
"Jake, if you don't land this thing right now, I swear to God."
"Just open your eyes, pretty girl."
"Absolutely not."
"Honey girl, do you trust me?" he asked suddenly.
"Of course I do," you respond automatically, fear still seizing you.
"Then open your eyes for me."
Slowly, oh so slowly, you opened your eyes, gasping at the sight before you. The sky was so blue from where you flew in the air, and the field of trees below you replaced your fear with a sense of awe.
"Jake," you said breathlessly.
"Ain't nothin' gonna hurt you up here, darlin'. I promise you that," he said, banking the aircraft to the right. You soared past white, fluffy clouds, watching as their shadows littered the landscape.
"This is amazing!" you laughed. "But why did you want to bring me up here so bad?"
"Just wanted to show the world to my world."
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albatris · 8 months
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thinking of making a sideblog where I just post abt one nice thing that's happened to me per day. just like. saw some nice trees! here's a picture! my cat makes me happy! I bought a cool book! just trying to find one nice thing per day and documenting it :-)
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orionlancasterr · 4 months
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Introducing our favorite Hope County Resistance Band brought to you by lead vocalist Wheaty, Judas King and Daisy Kane on guitar and bass and ms. Mary Hart kickin’ ass on the drums, you know them, you love them, The End of The World everybody!
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m0ss-sauce · 9 months
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old doodles of me kissing sans undertale. . ... he's cute! idk!
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hersurvival · 1 month
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Isn't it interesting
How you can be born of ice,
Grow up so cold and isolated,
Then one day someone comes along
And just.. lights a flame?
And perhaps you shouldn't,
But you want to find out
If maybe you are more,
If there might be anything under all this snow
So despite beginning to melt,
With no promise of anything else,
You still reach out to touch it,
You still allow that flame to offer their warmth
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starshine-wagner · 1 year
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Pinterest quotes that remind me of each boy
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Not In The Script
A Polldona fanfic (Trials of Apollo)
The Arrow of Dodona confesses his feelings to Apollo.
Train number, Apollo honestly didn’t care. He and Meg had been running around in circles- no, running would have been a mercy- sitting on trains to get to their destination for hours.
Apollo felt like he’d been sitting in the scratchy train seat for eternity. Even for an immortal this constant travel was exhausting. Apollo had taken about a million naps, braided Meg’s hair, and polished his bow until it would no longer be advisable to continue.
Now, after all his other options for entertainment had run out was staring down the train map and aimlessly reading lane numbers.
HOW ABOUTIST THOU SPEAKEST TO ME?  The voice of the Arrow of Dodona boomed indignantly into Apollo’s mind. Shocked, Apollo jumped about a foot into the air. Which was unfortunately the height of the arms of the chair so, when gravity came back down to enforce its tyranny on Apollo, he landed butt first on the armrests.
He could not think of a more painful way to be ridiculously humiliated. After rearranging his limbs into a position most humans would not deem immediately alarming, he hissed at the arrow, “I do not speak to you because you do things like this.”
I WOULD NOT NEEDEST TO INTERRUPT IF THOUGH DEIGNED TO SPEAKEST TO ME FORTHRIGHT!
Realizing he’d reached the realm of no return Apollo pulled the arrow from his quiver and glared at AoD. “What is so urgent that you need to talk about?”
THEE DIDN’ST BETHINK I’D CARETH IF THEE KICKED THE BUCKET!
“Kicked the Bucket?” Apollo exclaimed. A woman across from him gave him a weird look and he hushed. “What do you mean, kicked the bucket?”
I MEAN THEE SAIDEST THY DIDN’ST KNOW IF I HAST CARE IF THOU KICKED THE BUCKET.
“What? I said I didn’t know if you would care if I kicked the bucket… Do you mean die? When did I say that?”
BACK IN THE ETERNAL CITY.
“Rome? Oh do you mean New Rome? When did I say that?”
WHENEST THE POISON TOOK OVER THY MIND. YOU SPOKEST, AND I QUOTE, “I DIDNIST KNOW THOU CARED IF LIFE LEFT MY BODY,” TO ME.
Apollo highly doubted that was exactly what he said, but he could somewhat recall something along those lines. But the time when Tarquin’s poison was that far along was a bit of blur.
“Okay. What about that was so important you needed to interrupt me?” He spat at the arrow.
The Arrow vibrated like it was miffed.  THOU WASN’T DOING TO BE INTERRUPTED. I FELT THAT SEAT ABREAST THY OWN SHAFT FOR HOURS. THEE DID NOTHING BUT SIT.
“Look,” Apollo was offended. Not like the arrow was ever productive himself. What right did he have to judge? “I don’t see you composing any symphonies right now. Is this conversation over?”
NO!  The arrow shouted into Apollo’s brain.
I NEEDEST TO AXE THOUGH SOMETHING.
Apollo’s frowned, “What?”
DOES APOLLO BELIEVE I DON’T CARE FOR HIM?
Apollo blinked, “I don’t know, maybe you should ask him?”
The arrow scoffed, which should not have been possible.  THEE KNOWEST WHAT I MEANTEST.
“I’m not sure any of what you just said was actual words.”
The arrow huffed.  JOKE YOU JESTER. BUT HOLD IN MIND THOU MAYEST NOTEST OVERCOME THY’S SINCEREST ATTEMPTS AT SKILL IN HILARITY.
“I can put you back in the quiver whenever I want, you know.” Next to him Meg glared as she woke from her nap.
THE COWARDS WAY OUT. TYPICAL.
“Hey, that wasn’t Shakespearean english.”
THOU’S PITIFUL THREATENING WAS NOTEST WORTH THEE EFFORT.
Apollo shouldered his pack, “You know what, you’re going in the quiver.”
WAIT!  The arrow called out at full volume, somehow managing to hurt Apollo’s ears despite being entirely in his own head.
“Ow. What? Get on with it. I am running out of patience.”
THOU ART A CRUEL SLAVE DRIVER.
Apollo slung the quiver over his shoulder.
NO NO! I NEEDEST TO TELL YOU. I- I…  The arrow's voice trailed off as if he was choking on his words, something that Apollo mentally filed under Mysterious Arrow of Dodona Anatomy I Don’t Want to Touch alongside how the arrow was searching for things on google without hands.
I DO CARE. I LOVE YOU LESTER.
Apollo’s mind short circuited. Did AoD just say what he thought he did? Well there was no way he could have misheard the Arrow, but the idea was just preposterous. The Arrow, with their crappy fake Shakespearean and their general hate for everything that came out of Apollo’s mouth… loved him?
That was a twist he didn’t see coming. Apollo always say AoD as a faithful companion, and yes, an annoyance, but also as someone he’d grown close to on his trials and couldn’t bear to lose. Another loved one that he would care for even if they didn’t care for Apollo.
Now AoD was saying that was reciprocated. It didn’t fit right into the puzzle of their relationship. They tolerated each other while Apollo pined after the arrow in admiration of his corny puns and his dedication to the bit. This wasn’t in the script.
“I,” how to respond when someone you’ve cared for tells them they loved you, “had no idea.” Well that is certainly one way. Gods, Apollo shames himself, wasn’t he the god of flirting? Shouldn’t he be better at this? Or, was this not romantic at all. It couldn’t be. Could it?
Of course it wasn’t. Gods, Meg was right. He was so stupid.
DOES THOU… DO THEE… FEEL THE SAME WAY?  The arrow’s voice was almost timid, like he was scared of the outcome of his words. Apollo felt the same, because the answer to the arrow's question was very much yes, and he didn’t know how to feel about that.
BEFORE YOU SPEAKEST, I’D SHALL BEG THY FORGIVENESS. I HAVE BEEN CALLUS TOWARDS THY LESTER. I AM SORRY FROM THE DEPTHS OF MINE OWN HEART- Apollo added the heart mention to the file- TO EVER HAVE DECEIVED THEE INTO THINKING DOTH NOTEST LOVETH THEE.
The arrow shuddered, as if taking a deep breath and allowing himself to really think about what he was saying.  IN ALL HONESTY DEAR LESTER, I FINDETH THEE TRULY MAGNIFICENT.
Apollo blinked. In all his trials he had been mocked, degraded, and together been made to feel worthless. He wasn’t magnificent, he was Lester Papadopoulos, even worse, he was  Apollo .
Yet the way the arrow said his name... like Apollo meant something, like Apollo not only mattered as a part of the universe, but deserved to be there. Tears might have begun to fall from his eyes and onto the carpeted train seats.
No mocking words came from AoD. For once they voluntarily completely silent. Apollo must have looked insane, but it didn’t even occur to him as he pulled AoD into his chest.
“Yes,” Apollo swallowed, trying to keep his voice even, “Of course I feel the same.”
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mosscoveredcowboy · 1 year
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This past month I've been struggling a lot. With a big life change, a lot of triggering things that has led to panic attacks and my old-time favorite, obsessive thoughts about loss and death, and I almost stopped my good place rewatch because the constant talk of death is really not helpful in that last problem, but man, Pandemonium's ending with Elenore and Janet gets me every time
"Find happiness in the unique insanity of being here, now."
a much better reminder of being present than beating myself over the head to be mindful because one day this will all be gone and I will be dead.
Embrace the pandemonium
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fairygrungewhore · 1 year
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You know, I’ve never been particularly good at understanding myself. I relied on others to tell me; apparently I’m good at math and science and would have a great future in stem. I’m a good listener and great at giving advice. But you know what? I hate all of those things. Stem anything makes me want to cry and there are so many things to remember that it makes my head spin. And I hate listening to people talk about their problems, the only reason I give advice is because I don’t know how to react when people talk to me about their issues. 
You know what I’m bad at? I’m bad at decorating and taking care of plants. I have a shitty sense of fashion and don’t know how to dress myself half the time. Writing bores me to death and I always end up deleting everything the moment I lose interest. I’m horrible at all of these things and I love them so much, I love moving things and trying to make it look pretty and my plants are so cute even if half the time I forget to water them (and they all probably have root rot). Imagining all the outfits I could wear is fun and writing excites me even if it’s for all of 5 seconds.
I don’t have to be good at the things I like and I find fun, none of us have to be good at the things we like. Even if I can’t figure out what I’m good at I can enjoy the things I know I have fun doing.
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im genuinely happy because i think I made a friend and I mean it as a real friend and someone i want to care about and it is scary but not as scary as usual and it's freeing and he's my only friend and the first friend I made in months and i adore him.
and it's making think about how chance and destiny and accidents and consequences all are intertwined in the web of life, in the cloth of living.
it's making me think: i am here and i am alive and oh, in this great suffering, how glad i am to breathe with you.
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twilight-zoned-out · 5 months
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Learning about the Doctor Who specials' expanded budget: oh no, what if they overuse CGI to look more 'professional' and high-budget?
The first scene of the Doctor Who Special:
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plumbum-art · 5 months
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Faith and Devotion
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bubblesthecow · 5 months
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The thing that I love the most about Doctor Who is that it’s just SOOOOOO bad. It’s awful. It’s dreadful. It’s cheesy and stupid and terrible. It has dialogue like “I am the beep of all the meeps!” It’s truly the most embarrassing cringeworthy thing you’ve ever seen. It’s been that way for 60 years. It’s gonna be that way for another 60. It doesn’t matter what kind of budget or fan base they receive. It’s always gonna be this stupid.
I love it so fucking much.
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swedenis-h · 1 year
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To be loved is to be changed
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noodles-and-tea · 1 month
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This trope would be so funny for them
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ohposhers · 3 months
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My favorite thing is how lowkey uncomfortable Branch's brothers look when they find out Branch highkey replaced them with a new band/found family after they left LOLOL
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JD and Clay being quick to crack incredibly forced jokes to cover up the awkwardness of the situation ooo And you KNOW the Kismet trolls probably think so fucking lowly of all of them too if Branch confided in them over everything that happened throughout the years rrrrr I think the brothers would definitely take personal issue with particular members too uh ohh the girls are fightingg
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and they know they have no right to be mad cause they are the ones who walked out and never came back but they're gonna be bitter anyway <333 i love troll drama
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