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Encanto (2021) v Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)
Encanto: We do not speak Spanish, but music is universal and we were able to understand "Dos Oruguitas" and the rest seemingly effortlessly. Plus what is a bop if not "We Don't Talk About Bruno" or "The Family Madrigal"?
Atlantis: The Lost Empire: We went back to listen to "Where the Dream Takes You" and were very delighted. This movie is mostly the score, but that score is so on point, just watch Milo meeting Helga; very femme fatale. James Newton Howard didn't even include that on the actual soundtrack.
#encanto 2021#atlantis the lost empire#disneyanimatedmoviemusictournament#disney music#disney animated movies#disney#disney tournament#where the dream takes you#james newton howard#we dont talk about bruno#the family madrigal#dos oruguitas#yen sids poll
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I love you phonetics I love you descriptivism I love you minority languages I love you dialects I love you accents I love you suffixes and prefixes I love you fossil words I love you outdated letters and pronouns I love you etymology I love you preservation of endangered languages I love you visible remnants of the way a language used to be I love you linguistics
#where are the linguistics enthusiast mutuals#elli rambles#language#linguistics#this post is brought to you by me being sad it will take a year longer for me to begin studying linguistics#love it when your disabilities get in the way of your dreams 🙃#repetition#m#languageposting#breached containment (derogatory)
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Home After the Holidays (Mark)
♡ genre: hot cocoa - fluff, sweet and steamy hehe; a bit smutty with too many thoughts; i guess "new year’s time pensive cheese" is a theme for me (here’s haechan’s version from last year)
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✓ summary/notes: busy idol husband Mark finally returns home :’) and you’ve missed each other. a trope that i love lots.
@d-nghy-ck to bronwyn, here’s a slice of pensive cheese(cake), especially for you! this cafe would probably not be here if not for this first customer who came by and said hi! wishing you all the love in the world~
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It’s that awkward time in late January when you’re not sure whether it’s still socially appropriate to include “Happy New Year” in your greetings. Mark had told you not to come to the airport. The weather was frigid all week and it’d be way past midnight by the time he got out of customs, and then there was the long cab ride home.
But he missed you.
Closing the front door gently, he looks down to find his old lace-ups where he usually left them, as if he were home this whole time. Your favorite pair is set neatly next to his, and a smaller set of shoes next to those. Ones with velcro and lights that he bought a couple months back, but it felt much longer ago so quickly. You’d replaced the original laces with neon green ones, and all of Mark’s teammates cooed at how cute that was.
The lights are dimmed and Mark finds you on the couch in a pile of blankets, where you cozied up while waiting. His heart suddenly aches thinking of you with only a little cup of chamomile tea to warm yourself and get to bed.
He had been so busy working lately, loving what he did, creating music, making crazy new connections, show after show, press conferences, collaborations. Had he done anything for you lately? His mind races.
From where you’d dozed off, you find Mark frozen by the door. After years of knowing him, you could see his raised brows and the running thoughts behind them. His lips pressed into a thin line and his eyes shifting to the side meant self-doubt. You want to erase those worries and pour love into all the spaces where he thought he was not enough.
“I wanted to get you flowers.” His voice cracks and you get up to close the distance between you.
“Oh Mark... I have you now.” The cold from outside has clung on to his coat, but you ignore it and wrap your arms around him more tightly. “It’s the middle of the night, silly. I don’t need flowers.”
You feel him shake his head against you, “And I wanted to be home for the holidays,” he says with a bit of a whine.
“You’re here now.”
Looking into his eyes, you brush the hair away from his forehead and peck him on the nose. The end of the year meant holiday tour stops, special shows, concerts, and awards nights. The holidays meant the opposite of holidays for entertainers like Mark. It meant he couldn’t really be with family until afterwards. He follows you into the kitchen where you set your mug in the sink.
“Did you miss me?” You turn when he wraps his arms around you from behind.
You’re momentarily caught off guard by his boyish smile and a pang of longing wells up, an emptiness in your chest that had been there behind your smiles when he had video called. The answer is a thousand times yes, but you bite back the truth in favor of not worrying him. You shake your head playfully. “I don’t have to. I get to see your features in our son’s face every day.”
Mark breaks into a grin that you can’t help but match. “Is he asleep?”
“Yeah, but he sure begged to stay up! He can be a little headstrong sometimes. Like someone.” You give Mark a long look and he pouts in response. “But he finally fell asleep a couple of hours ago.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being my home.”
“You’re sappy, Mark Lee.” Nonetheless, you’re more than willing when he tilts your head for a deeper kiss. He runs the tip of his tongue along the seam of your lips and you part them to let him taste you. A familiar heat stirs in your belly, and you reach your hands up to tangle them in his hair and pull him closer. He groans into your mouth and presses you back into the kitchen counter. From this position, he places pressure where your bodies are connected, where you want it. He rocks against you once, twice, slowly, fluidly, and you pull him even closer.
Mark’s hands knock into the stacked pots and pans behind you on the drying rack, and you’re grateful for your husband’s quick reflexes. He steadies a pan, preventing what would’ve been a huge clatter. You both freeze for a moment.
“Easy, tiger,” you tease while throwing him a wink. “Or baby lion or cheetah or whatever small big cat you are.”
He responds with a playful growl that is both adorable and sexy, his nose scrunching up.
A delicious thrill runs through you as his gaze locks on you again. Knocking your legs apart and then lifting you onto the counter, Mark reminds you of how he wanted you everywhere when you were newlyweds. A tender bite between your neck and shoulder reminds you of how he wants you now. You make a mental note to call Jaemin for some babysitting this coming weekend, because you wouldn’t mind some more alone time like this.
You tug on Mark’s hand and he knows what you mean. You slip off the counter and try not to trip over each other as you eagerly make your way to the bedroom. It’s a familiar but exhilarating path, like a choreography that your bodies move to automatically once the music starts playing.
When he finds a towel already laid out on the bed, he raises a seagull of a brow, and you can’t help but laugh. He teases, “Oooh, so you were prepared!”
You lean in to whisper in his ear, feeling cheeky and bold, “Well, my husband gets messy.”
The look in his eyes and how he kisses you next is the response you were hoping for. When you fall back into bed, it’s easy and slow. You take your time wriggling out of your clothes, and you laugh at his cute shimmy while pulling his jeans off. The both of you sigh in content when his body is above yours, skin to skin.
Mark’s fingertips trail patterns along your sides, his left hand’s calluses from guitar playing are a little rough, but soothingly so. You map out the constellation connecting the mole on his neck, on his cheek, the tiny one on the corner of his mouth. He spends his time with his lips on your neck where you crave them, wet kisses with a slight bite that have you feeling hot all over and in want, and then you’re grateful they’re chasing paths over the crests and valleys of your body.
Mark travels down until his face is settled between your thighs, his warm breath causing you to shiver in anticipation. He takes your hand and kisses your wrist, your palm, your fingertips, slowly and thoughtfully. He moves to do the same with your other hand. The love in his gaze staring up at you is too much for you to handle, so you close your eyes and lay your head back. And then he’s lacing your fingers together, holding your hands as his perfect mouth dives in eagerly.
Mark isn’t shy about playing with your wetness and giving you what you crave. He laps at you with the intent of pushing you to the edge, like there’s nothing else he wants but for you to feel good, and you can’t help but arch up towards him.
When he tires, he keeps stroking your clit with his fingers, keeping the contact consistent and insistent, and then switches back to working you with his tongue. He keeps going even when you cry out his name, your thighs close around his head, and your hips lift off the mattress as you succumb to the overwhelming pleasure.
When he comes back up to face you, he’s surprised to find the tears falling down your cheeks and into your hair. You don’t notice it yourself until he starts worrying.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?”
You shake your head. “No, that was amazing.”
He rolls to his side and pulls you into his chest carefully. His eyes search your face.
The words are tumbling out before you can stop them: “I missed you. Mark… I missed you.”
You finally let yourself go.
Going to your son’s first winter concert at his school alone. You’d even saved a seat for Mark, but his filming schedule got delayed that evening. Opening holiday presents with Mark’s parents at their home, without him there. Counting down to the new year by yourself while his team celebrated their album of the year win. How you never wanted to burden him. How you understood his career and wanted to be his steady support, and yet... “I missed you so much.”
“You know you can tell me that. I’m not afraid of how you feel.” He pauses to dry your tears with gentle hands and a kiss on your cheek. “I want to know. I want to love you better.” He holds you tighter, as if capturing every bit of the emotion pouring out of you. It’s like Mark knew the exact words you needed to hear. While being laid bare and vulnerable, you feel safe and known, and now, ever grateful that your relationship is one you are both committed to growing and working out together. “Let’s talk more in the morning after some rest, yeah?”
“Thank you, Mark.” You gaze up into his shining eyes.
“For what?”
“For being home.”
“Look who’s being cheesy now,” he teases back.
You tug on him beneath the covers in response and Mark lets out a surprised moan.
“Mmm, in the morning’s okay too… ah, babe. I mean, do you still want to make love now?”
You nod against his chest and laugh at his insistence on calling it lovemaking rather than sex or anything else. “Do you?”
He nods too and the boyish grin you love so much is back. You push at his shoulders and move so you’re seated above him, your thighs settled over his.
I love you, I love you, I love you. He seems to say, and you feel it in your soul.
When you sink down onto him, you fill his presence with your closeness, as he fills yours with his. And it’s like the time and space between you disappears. All you hear is Mark, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he loses himself in loving you, and you him. He aids with your rhythm with his hands holding your hips, and then makes the switch so you’re under him.
There’s the softness of the sheets, his lips, your fingertips, the moonlight shining in, the sound of rustling and sighs pulled from deep within. The flush of his cheeks, your parted lips, the thrum of beating hearts, and later, the patterns slowing steadily into dreams together.
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You’re gladly surprised by the warmth in your bed when you wake up in the morning. Mark kicked off his side of the covers in the middle of the night as usual, leaving a mountain of blankets on top of you, so you pull them up to cover his bare chest. You probably should have showered after last night, but it was too comfortable being cuddled up. Mark’s discarded shirt is closest, so you pull it on, mind reveling in everything for a moment: his scent, his return, his closeness, your shared love.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the bedroom door swinging open. Little hands, messy morning bed head, and eyes shining as they peer in. (You’d have to remind your son about knocking on the door again.)
He’s quick to spot the lump next to you under the blankets. “Dada!”
You smile and hold a finger to your lips.
“Mm-hmm, yes dear, come here.” You sit up better and he clambers into your lap. “Shhh. He’s sleeping.”
His eyes are wide and he whispers rather loudly, “He’s snoring.” You cast a wistful gaze over the relaxed expression on Mark’s face, not knowing when the last time it was that he slept well.
“Let’s let him sleep more.” You ready yourself to sneak out of bed. Your son was really getting too heavy to carry. He’s squirmy and ticklish, and of course he starts giggling almost immediately when you try to lift him, the sound bubbling out uncontrollably. Someone else you knew laughed just like that. You’re trying to get up quickly when you feel Mark’s arms wrap around you from behind.
“Come back....”
The way he holds you tickles, and the added weight of your son makes you lose balance, so you fall back onto Mark’s chest, effectively making your family a little sandwich. Mark lets out a small grunt from the weight but he doesn’t really mind. His heart is as light as can be. His eyes are bright and his smile mischievous. He wriggles around and declares, “Love attack!!!”
There are lots of kisses and shared silliness, and you laugh until there are tears in the corners of your eyes, little crystals breathlessly kissed away too in the moment.
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"And at last, I open my arms wide again to give you warmth.
I'll do anything to make it right.
Those stars are shining on us.
I'll cherish this moment, all of it, my baby.
I’m gonna love you…
Love doesn't come easy, girl, but loving you is easy.
Every day without you feels hollow.
Because our memories refine even our imperfect moments into treasured times,
I reflect, calling love a beauty."
#mark lee x reader#mark lee smut#mark lee fluff#mark lee scenarios#mark lee imagines#mark lee fanfic#nct smut#nct fluff#nct imagines#nct fanfic#nct scenarios#nct 127 smut#nct 127 fluff#nct dream fluff#nct dream smut#happy new year~ and…“I’ll be your home” 💗#wishing you love even when it doesn’t come easy#hot cocoa w/ sea salt foam top--the kind where you get cream on your upper lip when you take a sip and reenact the scene from secret garden
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....I just wanted to draw gators :T at this point these 2 are more 'a representation of my last 2 brain cells' then they are actual characters 😅
#im living vicariously through the cartoon guys#because i want to A. pick up gator (strong man style)#and B. ..pick up gator (hug)#ok but so i recently found out an area where i take stupid little walks for my stupid little mental health#has! GATORS!! (potentially. theres signs.)#and this is great cause seeing gators would def heal me as a person#but ok so when i look for hiking places i always look north cause the terrains more hilly#but now im lookin south more cause turns out i AM in fact far enough south to see gators!!#and yeah looks like theres a handful of nature reserves w hiking trails the same distance away as the little mountain trails i go to#its flatter and the trails are less extensive so ill hafta see if i think its worth it#but then too theres a really big black water swamp that.. further away then i wanna drive..#but also i drove 5 hrs once just to go to mammoth cave as a day trip so.. we'll see..#my friend says he wont go w me tho :T he'll just report me missing#this has been a tag ramble about my sudden outset intrest in seeing a gator#my bullshit#lol barely but still#also- i told myself not to over do it drawin the scales or coloring it#and as you can see i dont listen to myself ever#lol they look outta place but idc i got to draw 2 of my favorite characters and also ALLIGATORS :U#living the dream rn
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Hob is going to come home one day two months into Dream's retirement (and seven weeks into their marriage) and Dream's going to be full Victorian maiden on the chaise lounge, arm covering his eyes.
Hob, who is not a fool: Want to talk about it, or want to be consumed by the agonies for a little while longer while I prepare dinner? You got groceries, right?
Dream: [horrible groaning dirge of assent]
Hob: I'm starting to get a little concerned, dearest
Dream: I went out to. Obtain groceries. And the woman at the till said 'enjoy your food'.
Hob: And you said?
Dream: "My thanks. you as well."
Hob: My poor love. Have a kiss to ease the sting.
Dream: [accepting the forehead kiss as his due] I can't go back to that grocery store in this lifetime.
Hob: Understandable.
Dream: Can we fake our deaths tomorrow?
Hob: Give me two weeks to wrap everything up, then we can.
Dream: <3
#dreamling#you can take the dream out of Dream but you can't take the dramatics#he's going to be horrified to realize that sometimes humans just replay their worst/embarrassing moments in their heads on loop at 3am#instead of sleeping#dream didn't suddenly gain social skills when he became an immortal human#he just lost the ability to will himself away in a cloud of sand#poor dream just wants humanity to be petting cats and fucking his husband#and instead it's Failing To Small Talk Correctly#and everybody everywhere immediately sensing he has No Chill Except On Rare Occasions#even getting drunk off his mind to forget that just results in hangovers the next day#but the bit where Hob is constantly demanding them to take lovey dovey selfies for his phone backgrounds is nice#and Hob will mention my husband in all conversations just because he's so pleased they're married#Hob. Marjorie knows we're married already. It is unnecessary to introduce me as your husband still.#Hob: idk she was looking like she'd forgotten that fact since last time
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Perfect take on Zoro. Perfectly executed by Mackenyu.
The way EVERYONE is trying to have him work for them. Mr 7, I'm here with an invitation. Captain Morgan, Join the marines or you'll die tied to a cross.
Luffy, sets him free, doesn't force him to join, let's him go, let's Zoro decide where he wants to be;
And Zoro finds out that place is by Luffy's side. Ain't that beautiful?
#I shall pay extra attention to see the exact moment Luffy wins him over#This is adorable#I think Zoro went through a lot by himself#He became a pirate hunter out of necessity#I'm sure he had pirate and non pirates trying to recruit him. To have him in their debt.#But Zoro won't follow someone that will take away his freedom and stand in the way of his dream.#God. I love this so. Much.#Thinking about that scene where Luffy just breaking down over Zoro's almost dying state and Nami's losing it bc Luffy could've done smth to#stop it#And Luffy's just like 'I couldn't stand between him and his dream'#And yes!!! That's it!! That's what this always was for both of them#That's the reason why the Pirate hunter the demon the beast the Roronoa Zoro follows Luffy and stays by his side#Fuck me side ways opla thank you you did not fail me on Zoro take#zoro#mackenyu#zolu#ish#§mine#one piece live action#opla s1#text#opla
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i’m sorry but like
they are SHARING A BED
they are ROOMMATES
they are SILLY LITTLE GUYS
they gave us this set up and for what? scotty pilgrim decides to go to all this effort to defeat this girl’s 7 evil exes and whatnot when THIS TWINK ASS MAN IS IN HIS BED
#scott where was the logic#if i had that man in my bed there would be no questions#i don’t care if she’s manicing all over your pixie till you dream girl#THERE IS A TWINK IN YOUR BED#i hate men#scott pilgrim takes off#scott pilgrim vs the world#scott pilgrim comic#scollace#wallace wells#scott pilgrim#wallace wells x scott pilgrim
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HhHhH Dreamtale brainrot...
The last two pics are from @dadmareau's Dadmare AU. Im obsessed.
#As you can see my art style changes every second#I freaking love dreamtale#i would die for it. Huhuhhu#dream and nightmare are sych tragic characters that i just-- eat it all up#Dadmare is my ultimate favorite.#the last pic was from a post of dadmareau where the positions were switch-- so basically its adult dream taking care of bb nightmare.#AND I LOVE IT#i cant shut up about them. hhhh#undertale#nightmare sans#utmv#sans the skeleton#undertale aus#dreamtale#dream sans#dadmare#timelines art
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I’m happy for the little life I built for myself
#there’s a lot of ways to go#i am nowhere NEAR the dream life I really want to attain#or the dream person I want to be#but high school me#hell even freshman in college me#would GAWK at the life I have so deliberately made happen.#the solid network of friends I have#the confidence I’m slowly but surely growing into#the discipline I’m harvesting bit by bit. i do not claim perfection but I am 100% improving#I’m just happy idk! i don’t compare myself at all now bc I know I’m on the right track#especially compared to where I was like 5 years ago. such a different mind state from now#and no one can take that away from me#there’s a lot more to go. a lot more. but I thought I’d pause and be intentionally grateful for what has been accomplished#bc it actually puts things into perspective to look at the past rather than just look to the present. it creates contentment#i get so caught up being hard on myself for not accomplishing certain things yet#that I forget I pulled myself out of such a deep rut by the skin of my teeth#and that’s important to keep in mind even as you progress to your goals#anyway <333 happy content in my own lane etc etc#p
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give me hob gadling stumbling upon morpheus in the dreaming, half by accident, after he falls asleep while thinking of him, and this is before dream ever even considers coming to visit any of hob’s dreams
is hob supposed to be able to do that? no, but if anyone’s going to be able to besides a vortex, isn’t it hob, who’s never given a damn about convention, or expectation, or the basic facts of the universe? hob, who doesn’t even know rightly what his friend is yet, and all of a sudden he’s there, in dream’s throne room
“how did you come to be here, robert gadling?” dream says, rising to his feet, looking tall and thunderous in his cloak that leaves trails of stardust across the floor in his wake. hob is looking around, marveling at the vaulted ceiling, at the stained glass, at the novas in the sky, at dream himself standing there like a familiar apparition, at the worn copy of wuthering heights that lies discarded at the foot of the winding steps (how funny, he’d been reading the same book, before he dozed off...)
and hob, poor sod, thinks he’s just dreaming, thinks this castle, this incomprehensible place, is his dream (and maybe it is); and he simply says, “i wanted to see you,” as though that’s all it takes, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world to find the dream king in the dreaming if you don’t feel like waiting another hundred years
#“Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you!”#Romantic Goth dream is making me feel some type of way#the sandman#dreamling
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Ongoing idea that the squip can’t control Jeremy while they’re sleeping, so like a week after blocking Michael they start getting dreams about like holding his hand, and they wake up like this every single time.
#this isn’t when he actually realizes hes bi either#it takes like three more months#I like to think it’s their brain being confused about the blocking#like going ‘hold on something is missing. have you noticed that something is missing?’#and Jeremy is like ‘I think this means I’m bi.’#early 2000s teen moment where you think having dreams about your best friend is gay I guess#I think this is honestly one of the most self-indulgent things I’ve posted on the internet and I’m very embarrassed about it please be nice#(clearly an over exaggeration if you’ve seen my main acct)#be more chill#bmc#jeremy heere#michael mell#bmc jeremy#bmc musical#boyf riends#undescribed#my art
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There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.
It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).
He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.
Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.
It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.
There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.
But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.
(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.
"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)
#bakugou x reader#bakugo#this is what crocheting a baby hat does to u#no im jk i was just thinking abt bakugo being like 22 and awkward as h*ck bc he still hasnt recovered from the war#i wanna talk abt what he's like more but this is what came out instead LOL#like i think he's really stubborn abt ... coping with after effects of dying#and then before he knows it he has major depression LMFAOO#and he can like go to work get his degree do all he needs to do as a 20-something year guy#but he's not like. *there*. you know#and you meet him and he's a binch but he's not hard to get along with#and u just sorta take him in and drag him places like idk#your school's halloween night.. or even just a night out with ur friend (he doesn't even know how to order a drink)#and he doesnt even process it all until one day he's like 'dang it feels like ive been asleep for years'#and he kinda was#but he knows youre the one who helped him and now he wants to fix himself for you bc he remembers u being there for him#but he's so funny im imagining him with like. frat boy facial hair and a really outgrown ugly mullet type haircut#and lowkey with like. greasy skin (ik he's perfect but he's in a bad state and it shows) and he eats instant noodles ever day#and only watches japanese top gear#and goes on patrols where he beats the crap outta ppl and then doesnt remember it#DREAM BOY#and then he's big hero later#anyway#caitie post#gen
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this is for my selfshippers with insomnia; and/or a hyperactive mind, intrusive thoughts, all the other bad things too that can keep a person from resting...
you f/o holds you during the long, horrible, sleepless nights. when you feel so alone, kept awake by all the noise in your brain, they're there for you, all night long.
they're there to remind you to take your medication for it, if you have it. they help you form a healthy routine with it, they want to see you feeling better. they might even train you to have a positive association- maybe you get a kiss every time you remember?
and when you do get to sleep, and when you dream of your f/o, it'll be all the more sweet.
#inspired by how i started taking meds for my o/c/d which ended up helping me sleep better! much less intrusive thoughts and bad obsessions!#only good ones 😉 hehe#and my guy (in plushie form) sits next to where i keep them in bed and he does help me remember them!#i sleep every night now! i'm just waiting on having dreams about him... come on subconscious you can do it... 🤞#it's a great time to be in love. feels like my brain had all this awful clutter and now there's more room for my special little freak!!! 💚#I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS HIGHLY SPECIFIC I THINK IT MIGHT BE... :0#f/o positivity#self shipping#f/o comfort#self ship comfort
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cant put my finger on it, but Taylor Swift feels like walking racial microaggression
#it's not even the fact that she let herself become a white supremacist idol without telling them to fuck off#and when asked why she didn't she said she was from Nashville where the Dixie Chicks were a cautionary tale#meanwhile she had no qualms calling out sexism in the industry#but white supremacy was too far apparently#but leaving aside all of that�� she's so fucking aggressively mediocre#and her 'girl gang' is just rich thin white women#let's not forget that racist Wildest Dreams video shall we?#she's talented and worked hard yeah but her parents are rich and connected as hell#also Swifties are some of the most obnoxious fucking people in music fandom#who get mad when WoC queer women and leftists can't stand her#the whole private jet thing was just icing on the cake tbh#Casey McQuiston had one throwaway line in RWRB where the MoC and Jewish girl dissed her#and half the white queers took that personally#Jesus fuck#let people hate rich thin white women#I mean heck I like Ed Sheeran's music but I don't take it personal when other people don't#then again I don't get idolising celebrities#just because I love someone's music doesn't mean I give much of a shit about them as people#these are objectively complete randos no matter what you think you know about them#anti Taylor swift#people with T-Swift hate blogs also dni#this post is about casual white privilege not whatever weird obsessive shit you got going on#white women#racism#white privilege#knee of huss
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okay wait laughingstock concept Incoming: so im imagining some of the neighbors (maybe Julie & Frank) noticing that Barnaby & Howdy are a lil fruity, yk yk. and Julie's like damn, i guess we have to play matchmaker here.
so naturally they wind up getting the whole neighborhood involved. everybody's a wingman here. Poppy's dropping hints when Howdy drops off groceries, Wally is constantly asking Barnaby to go get him things from the bodega, etc etc. Howdy and Barnaby are facing this sudden change in town-wide behavior with slight concern and bemusement
eventually - lets say Julie, Sally, and Wally - get Barnaby into the bodega and then abruptly leave like "don't have too much fun without us you two *wink wink nudge nudge*". once they're gone (read: very obviously hiding outside & watching through the window) Barnaby & Howdy turn to each other like:
Barnaby: you think we should tell them we're already married?
Howdy: let them have their fun - they'll figure it out eventually
#dont have the mental fortitude to Draw This but i still wanted to share the thought#'but how would no one notice that theyre literally married'#easy: theyre very relaxed and secure in their relationship. also howdy has a strict 'no pda at work' rule#also because its funny. we can stretch rationality for the Bit cmon now#through the power of the bit Anything is possible#and we all know the neighbors are Peak Sillies so. yk#it strikes me that once they get Bored of the constant 'matchmaking'#barnaby and howdy stage this whole thing where they 'confess' to each other So dramatically and So publicly#they make it an Event#sally is swooning from the drama and spectacle of it all. wally is trying to paint the moment as fast as possible#julie is so excited she's close to passing out. eddie is crying. so is poppy. frank is taking the credit. home is just happy to be there#as soon as barnaby and howdy retreat out of sight they burst out laughing for a solid ten minutes#GAH THE BRAINROT THE BRAINROT#laughingstock#wailing and sobbing they are so so good together and FOR WHAT FUCKING REASON#i cant even put it into words they just Fit! like puzzle pieces!#theres something so natural about em. i look at them and its like. they Would be perfect for each other huh#i already know theyd have such a healthy wholesome relationship They Just Work. Theyre The Dream Couple#howdy says the most confusing sentence ever said. barnaby nods along with genuine love in his eyes. etc. you get it#now watch! canon is gonna absolutely set this on fire!#which would be Fun. painful. but Fun. seriously tho im curious as to how/if barnaby and howdy will interact/develop....#i mean personally i love it when shit gets messy so i hope it Hurts So Bad or at least Goes Downhill#i hope its a rollercoaster on all accounts
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jelix gets so much hate and people act like it's truly problematic. It's so funny to me. you can hate its fans and not have to justify it with acting as if the ship itself is somehow offensive.
sorry y'all can't see the beauty in 70s repressed homosexual adultery and the consequences of it being tragedy. i forgot the kids these days haven't even seen brokeback mountain.
#also its just fiction guys this isnt real life men cheating on their wives lmfao these are some fictional dudes in an analog yt series#theyre like wahhhhhh he killed his kids and jack hates him now !!! yeah. now. are we disregarding the 20 years of friendship#where they built their dream company together? no ones saying that jack would fuck him post accident lmfao yall are just reaching#blah blah jack would NEVER do that to rose!!! first of all you dont actually know anything about him.#second of all people do shit you'd never expect all the time. even if they do love someone and are happy#also that one take where someone says the concept of jelix is inherently racist because jack is latino and felix is white so#that means jack is giving in to a white mans desires is insaneeee do yall hear yalls selves. like seriously listen to yourself. just once.#and its weird for you to tack actual racial issues onto a fictional ship that has NOTHING to do with that.#literally saw someone say that its perpetuating the white man desires and exotic latino stereotype and im sitting here like what.#what does that have to do with twf. yall just reaching. just say you dont like jelix and go. simple.#the walten files fandom is a joke atp. none of you should be watching this series yall arent mature enough yall cant even handle a ship#let alone a story centering around actual serious topics like childhood trauma and addiction and morally grey characters#rant over#twf#the walten files
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