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#will there be a revenge plot??
valeriianz · 1 year
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Road trip AU but make it hurt/comfort:
Dream is a runaway, hitches a ride with Hob, who's a traveling chef. Cue a slow trust, a budding friendship, banter, and motel sex. But first...
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“Seriously?” Hob muttered to himself as he made out the dark smudge along the highway. 
Hob saw the black jacket and backpack before an arm swung out, a thumb sticking in the air.
A hitchhiker.
Something familiar made Hob’s heart stutter, recognizing the tired gait, the heavy arm, the almost hopeless glance behind the shoulder. Hob couldn’t make out the man’s face from this far, but he was creeping up fast, and he swallowed.
A part of Hob told him not to do it. Stranger danger, and all that. This guy could be a weirdo, a serial killer, or anything in between. Then again, Hob’s hands tightened around the wheel, he could get picked up by a weirdo, or a murder instead. Hitchhiking was falling out of style, and for good reason. Trusting a total stranger to give you a ride was extremely foolish and dangerous.
With only seconds to make his decision, Hob sighed loudly, coming out more like a groan, slowing the car and pulling off the road a few yards in front of the lone man. 
Hob’s own experience came crashing into his brain, unbidden. Homeless, hungry, dirty, just looking for some kindness. Hoping, at the very least, for a conversation free from judgment. The experience should have jaded Hob, doubt and suspicion taking over his decision making. But the reality was Hob had somehow softened, not a foolish amount, but with the new desire to be understanding and hopeful. Hob had been this man, shamefully trudging along the road, sticking a thumb out at the sound of a passing car, feeling stupid for it, feeling desperate.
Desperation makes one do stupid things.
The silence that filled the air as Hob put his hazards on was stifling, watching the dark figure approach from the rearview mirror. Anxiety built in Hob’s chest the closer the hitchhiker came, until the passenger side door opened and a backpack, which wasn’t that full, was tossed to the floor of his car. The man came in after, sliding onto the seat and pulling the door closed with a gentle thud.
He turned to look at Hob, and Hob tried– really hard– to keep his jaw on his face.
The man was gorgeous, in a way that almost frightened Hob. Pale blue eyes that looked haunted, sunken into pale skin that looked like it’d never seen the sun. And a mop of black hair that seriously needed a combing, sticking out in odd angles and visibly dry, almost graying it.
He was also incredibly thin, like a gentle breeze would blow him away. 
“Where to?” Hob finally managed to find his voice, turning away from eyes that could probably see into his soul, and back on the road.
“Anywhere.”
The reply startled Hob, causing him to look back at the young man in his car, finding him already slouching in his seat, eyes slipping shut, exhaustion overtaking him. His voice was a trembling baritone, dry and scratchy, like he hadn’t used it in ages, or he was parched to death.
Before putting the car back into gear, Hob reached behind him, fumbling around the floor of the backseat and procuring a water bottle from a large pack.
When he returned the man was looking at him, dull yet inquisitive.
“Here,” Hob offered the water and the man grabbed it with wide eyes.
Hob would’ve laughed if the desperation in his gaze wasn’t so terrifying.
He guzzled the water in 10 seconds, squeezing the plastic and gasping for air afterwards. Hob reached for a few more and the stranger took them, nodding in gratitude.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” Hob felt an eyebrow quirk, wondering when the last time this guy ate or drank anything.
“Are you hungry?” Hob finally put the car back into gear and, checking his mirrors, pulled back onto the road. “Want to stop somewhere for food?”
Hob peeked over again, watching his new passenger stare out the door window, his forehead pressed against the glass.
“M’fine…” 
Hob bit his lip, clocking in the sign indicating the next rest stop.
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oifaaa · 8 months
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People will try to convince you Jason Todd is the impulsive doesn't think before he acts type of guy and its funny bc Jason is almost comedic in how fucking long it actually takes this boy to plan out anything
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tubbytarchia · 5 months
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In my head this was funny ok
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havesomewafflefrys · 26 days
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The doctor, standing there, with a face of pure jealousy and discust, as he watched Rose pet a fucking cat. Will NEVER not be funny to me.
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lesbomaticlove · 6 months
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don't sneak up on me like that, shitty bastard...
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heyclickadee · 10 months
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Okay, this headline is killing me.
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Of course they knew. It was the worst kept secret in the order. The council talked about it during their caf breaks, I’m sure. They just let Anakin think he’d fooled them. Mace and Yoda probably had a running bet on how long it would take Anakin to realize that they knew. Most of the 501st knew. Everyone knew. Why is this a headline. I’m dying. This has killed me. Send necromancers. I’m dead and posting this from beyond the grave.
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celaenaeiln · 8 months
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headcanon
The batfamily - Dick, Bruce, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, Duke, Cass, and Harper - knee deep in mud all tired, filthy, sweaty, and super mad, digging up the front yard because Jason buried the body of a mob lord in front of wayne manor years ago to piss off bruce but forgot where he buried it and now the city wants to pipeline maintenance work there.
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rbtlvr · 2 months
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why does sissel know what a putting green is. did yomiel take him mini golfing. please this is fucking haunting me
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transhawks · 10 months
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this fandom doesn't get dabi tbh. Like outside of the aesthetic, if given half the chance, he would have become a workaholic to rival his dad. Like he'd complain about it more than Enji tho, but he'd still be out there working his ass off.
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copypastus · 5 months
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She was running around the whole Spring Court using her mind powers on everyone and not once did it occur to her to check what Tamlin's up to. Too busy plotting petty revenge I guess.
(There's a blank version under the cut so you can fill in for yourself what Tamlin's thinking about)
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dindjarism · 20 days
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Do you suffer? Nightly. It must stop. It is a crime against... Against what? Against you. Your beauty. You are the pope's daughter. How can he stand it?
THE BORGIAS | 1.05 The Borgias in Love + bonus:
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kazscrows · 1 year
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I keep seeing people say things like “Why would we want a SoC spin-off they’ve already used the entire plot” and I’m like?? Did we read the same books???
What about The Ice Court Heist? Kuwei? Van Eck? “I’m going to get my money, Kaz vowed. And I’m going to get my girl.”??? The sugar fiasco? The auction at the exchange??
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sometimes-petty · 1 year
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imagine you're Doran Martell. The last sibling you had left just died a gruesome death that was also perfectly legal so you can't raise any objection over it. Your eldest niece wants to avenge him and proposes to burn down a city that is on the opposite side of the continent than the one he was murdered in. You have her locked up. Your second eldest niece also wants to avenge him and proposes to murder the dowager queen, her brother, and their father. You have her locked up too. Your third eldest niece also wants to avenge him and proposes to crown the princess in open rebellion. You have her locked up too. You're done for the day. The next, your daughter stages the open rebellion in question. The princess is injured irrevocably. Everyone is screaming. Six people get arrested. It's been two days
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akidachi · 1 month
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i have been rotating them around in my head for months
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nappotuna · 1 year
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narrative tone shift
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lamuliz · 1 year
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Stanley confirms the Narrator is fluffy allegations
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