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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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you come back to what you need

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hi so this blog as been revamped. i've deleted stuff from my inbox & i'll keep whatever threads i have muse for in drafts. the usual !

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@roseypeached: " if you saw the truth, you might never look at me the same way again. "

mary worries there's truth to that. these aren't her boys. her boys are four and a newborn. this is a man. a man that life hasn't been kind to and he hasn't been kind back to. she doesn't know how to make any sense of that. she spent years building a life for them so they wouldn't turn out to be this way but they still did. it feels cruel to look at her six month baby that was in her arms one moment then be ripped thirty years in the future and that little baby is king of hell.

there's a world where none of this happened. she can close her eyes and imagine her son telling her those words and not for a second believing them. she thinks about that son. the one who's smile she dreamed of for years before he even existed. the one she came up with all sorts of dreams for when she was pregnant with him so she will just pick one. he's an astronaut. there. he's your son again.

" you are my son. " she held him in her arms and promised to protect but failed to do so. this is on her. it feels like a lie coming out of her mouth even though it's actually not. " i'm not going to sit here and pretend, " she looks around shaking her head like she wants to cry. she does but she won't let it happen. " i won't pretend that i will be okay with everything but you are my son and i will always love you. "

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@roseypeached: " do you want me to stay ? "

music soflty plays from the speakers in annabelle's candle lit bathroom as she does her nightly skincare routine. she's applying a fask mask as her final step, using her facial roller to roll over the edges to make it perfect. she does her routine slowly, letting the day leave her as she cares for it. her mother once told her that if her skin is always happy then she'll always be happy so she's made that her skin is always as happy as she wants to be.

she drinks from her tea with honey to help calm her throat from the smoke that still lingers. " of course i do. " except she has never been that fond of people in her space after a twenty-four hour shift like the one she just had. she didn't lose anyone but it wasn't easy and it could've gone better, so she's a little grumpy and not the usual host she always is. they haven't been dating for very long so is she ready to let go of the illusion of perfectionism just to spend more time with him? she guesses that's the point of a relationship but it didn't have to feel so scary.

she grabs another face mask from her drawer and gives her best mischievous smile she could muster that is probably more goofy than anything. " but you have to promise not to judge me or my post twenty-four shift tv watching and also i need to put this on you. " she holds up the matching mask in her hand.

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@118buckleys: [ blanket ] sender draping a blanket over receiver's shoulders

taylor's eyes open when the blanket settles against her. shit. she looks around to see that the movie is over and the lights have been turned off. shit. " i fell asleep again, didn't i ? " the stupid part about all this is that she likes star wars. to an amount that she would never admit out loud. that way it can't ever be used for blackmail. she's never made it through an entire one with him though because she always ends up falling asleep. this time it's because cat was purring in her lap so much. it's not on her. " well, fourth times the charm. "

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idk sorry bucktaylor will always be famous to me

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" that's funny because i have more self respect in my fake boobs than you do in your entire body. " she could hit the girl, just for fun, if that didn't mean getting kicked out of another school. she crosses her arms and pops a hip out in her typical rachel way. she tries to hold back a laugh but she just can't. " my little mouth ? oh honey, you have no idea how not little it is. but if you want to kick me off the squad you're going to have to ask what the team thinks of that and i don't think you're going to like the answer. they've all really come to like me. you know, since i actually spend time with them and all. " she says with fake innocence dripping in her voice. rachel will win.

"if anyone in this room has a lack of self respect, it's you." hands fell on angled hips as she turned her attention to rachel, eyes narrowing as she shot back a response that was hardly groundbreaking, but it was as good as she could muster. "and as captain of this squad, i have no issue in removing you from it if i see fit. so why don't you keep your little mouth shut for once?"

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dennis, man. this guy really pisses me off. he grinds my gears and really gets me hot. he is really hot. wait. no. that's --- wait. wait a minute is dennis hot ? no that can't be the truth. ha -- my wacky brain, man. it's getting really silly up there. there's no way dennis is hot. especially not while he's mad. i would've noticed that before because dennis is mad like all the time.

oh no with all this inside talking i'm not paying attention to the outside talking. i can't even remember what we were fighting about because this is really getting me freaked out. there's no way dennis is hot. i can deal with being gay. i'm not insane like mac or dennis. it's not that big of a deal if i'm gay then i'm gay but i cannot deal with having the hots for dennis !

i can't bang him, i've seen his sex face on the sex tapes. it's scary !

i'm over this though. the fight is getting boring and dennis has started rambling about things i don't even understand. i'm not even that angry right now i just thought getting into a fight with dennis would solve my bored problem but it's only made it worse. so it's time to just hit him. we'll wrestle on the floor for a bit and i'll forget he was ever hot to me since my memory isn't that great anyway. a perk that can't even be bragged about right now.

i panic. my thoughts get all twisted and confused with the yelling. so instead of not kissing him and hitting him right in the face like i was supposed to -- i kiss him. i kiss dennis ! ew ! except not ew ? this is actually really nice and keeps my brain from having so many of those inside thoughts.

but the kissing stops and the yelling is back. the inside thoughts are back. oh my god i haven't even had that much cheese today. i stumble backwards and laugh, hitting a chair with the back of my legs and almost falling into it. i should just kiss him again just for that !

" well, you tasted ugly. " i know that'll get him. actually dennis actually didn't taste all that ugly. if i had to categorize the taste of dennis based on my favorites already it would probably be filed next to cheese. which is probably equal to some super hot model or something to dennis. it doesn't mean anything. " you were making my head hurt ! i thought it would shut you up ! it works in those movies ! "

@dreamcrash ( charlie ) sent : [ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight.

believe it or not, it's difficult for charlie to truly surprise me. i've known the guy for years, i know how he ticks. his abhorrent sleeping habits, his pigsty of an apartment, what he considers to be fun leisurely activities. if charlie walked up to me and told me he drank elmers glue for breakfast i would not even blink an eye. there would be rage, yes, but no shock.

because rage is something that shows up in all my interpersonal relationships, it seems. like currently we are arguing about the proper way to clean dishes at the bar. charlie still insists that it is 'totally safe bro' to dunk dishes into a container of bleach to disinfect them. he's not even a quarter of a way through his rant before a headache begins to bloom behind my eyes. i fire back, educating him on how absolutely ridiculious and idiotic that is. we yell, we fight, it's all familiar ... nothing shocking here. that is, until, charlie urges forward.

this is where the surprise starts to settle in. at first, i think he's gonna punch me in the face. my hands fly up to try to shield his attack, but instead of a hand to the face he's grabbing a handful of my shirt and tugging me forward. my hands fly out to the side, freezing in mid - air as i go still. his lips were pressed clumsily to my own. and this kiss isn't gentle, this is the punch to the face that i'm expecting.

he's still going strong and i can't tell if we've been kissing for one second or one hour. i should be pushing him away, shouldn't i? how are you supposed to react when one of your best friends suddenly kisses you out of nowhere? first of all, it's very gay ... extremely gay even. and that ... well i'm not sure how i feel about that. i was not gay ... but charlie's lips pressed against mine were oddly tempting. so i stay stiff, but i kiss back, mouth finally working properly against his.

jesus christ, dennis, what are you doing?

i want to melt into the kiss ... but i don't. instead my head rears back, arms finally finding the energy to move forwards. my palms press into charlie's chest, shoving him backwards and away from me. "i - goddammit! what the fuck was that, charlie!?" one hand raises, back wiping across my mouth as i scrunch my nose. "you taste like cheese, disgusting."

i focus on the anger, then. i find the right wounds to poke at to push charlie the hell away. because that ... that can't happen with charlie of all people. he was revolting, filthy ... a pain in my ass. the reason my blood pressure was through the goddamn roof. and he's the most kind and genuine person i know. i don't deserve that. "what actually goes through your mind, huh? did you really think that was a good idea!?"

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it's not nothing. it's never nothing. brooke might not be able to remember most of the time but it's always something and it's always his fault. boys brains just develop slower than girls so maybe it's not his fault. that's what she's going to have to keep telling herself so she doesn't snap at him this weekend. she won't be having him blame her for ruining this weekend. when this weekend is eventually ruined, and she knows it will be, it's going to be all him. she smiles against his lips and kisses him just barely, playfully, before pulling back. " piggy back ride ? "

in all honesty , nathan never knows what brooke is mad at him about . one minute they're fine in this little happy bubble and then the next she's fuming and yelling at him over what he assumes is nothing . it'll be nice to get out of tree hill for the weekend , avoid any drama between the two . . . if they can last that long . smile comes to his lips as she finally turns around , leaning in for a kiss . " i can do with leaving now . i don't have practice today so whitey can't be up my ass about ditching . come on , let's get out of here . "

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fuck. fiona hates when lip is right and unfortunately for her, that's most of the time. she crushes a soda can in anger that was left on the counter then throws it in the trash ( she's not sure why someone couldn't just do that in the first place but not the issue right now ). she's so exhausted from making all that money the first time around. plus, the hangover she's currently dealing with.

" there's no way we can come up with all that money today. " she wants to cry. she wants to throw a tantrum. she wants to smash her head into the kitchen counter. most importantly she wants to find frank and choke him. none of that will fix the current, very unfair, situation though so she just rubs her face and lets out the loudest sigh.

when do the gallagher's get to catch a fucking break ? " i guess i'll see what i can do about getting an extra shift or somethin'. my friend from high school that used to do my hair for free because she stole supplies from the saloon she worked at got fired and started workin' for the power company so i'll call about gettin' an extension so we could get some grace there. could ya ask ian if he could an extra shift too ? maybe we'll be good then. "

fiona's not wrong in thinking that they should find frank . he would be the first to admit ( and actively act on ) kicking the piece of shit's ass . however , that form of action right now probably wouldn't solve their problem by a longshot . even if they all wished it would . " no , wait ! " lip calls out to his sister , tiredly pushing himself to his feet . he shakes his head , walking over to the counter , both hands moving to rest firmly on it as he leans forward . " we can beat his ass later . " he promises , letting out a heavy sigh . " we both know he's already spent all of it on whatever the fuck he needed it for . we'd just be wasting our time on him . we need to spend our day figuring out how to come up with the remainder of the money . . . again . i'll see if i can pick up a couple extra tutoring sessions today . upcharge those stupid bastards . "

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" well, the good news is that you have the rest of your life to figure it out. the bad news is that you have the rest of your life to figure it out. "

❝ i have been in the revenge business so long, now that it’s over i don’t know what to do with the rest of my life. ❞

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DEAN WINCHESTER 15.09 The Trap

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does it keep you awake at night that in the oth universe pete wentz saying "i'm sorry every song is about you" could possibly be about peyton sawyer

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shannon doesn't really understand the entire situation but if there's one thing she really hates it's bullies. she doesn't tolerate them and she never has. she stabbed a boy in preschool with her pencil because he was being mean to her friend. so she doesn't care that this one is basically almost dead, he shouldn't get to just treat people the way he does. she puts her hands on her hips when olivia squirms out of her arms to get to buck. ( good thing it's a buck day for her because she's completely ignoring eddie. ) she turns around to glare at their captain then back at buck with a smirk. " is your captain trying to keep you away from us ? from your perfect little family ? is he jealous of your perfect life ? "

the yell echoes through the station and makes him flinch, but then he realizes who it is and he's grinning so brightly. his not wife coming to greet him and he sees little hands reaching for him immediately. ever since gerrard has taken over, he and eddie have been keeping their relationship, well... a little secret. the details from chim and hen were enough for them to agree to keep it on the low for a while. the whole station knows, but nobody has said a thing. nobody likes him and they don't want more problems as it is. her next question makes him frown, glancing around at the questioning faces and the stern look from their new captain. ' uhh... no. i um... ' he clears his throat. ' captain's got me... scrubbing things. i'll be done in like --- an hour. '