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child of posideon!john b x sea nymph!reader

idea by @nemesyaaa

(This is my favorite moodboard yet)

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You're not a bad person for wasting food because you forgot to eat it or left it out or didn't have the time/energy/executive function to prepare it or didn't have an appetite or whatever. Unlearn the guilt your parents taught you.

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a documentary about how eras tour was developed with all the technology and behind-the-scenes WHEN

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Ladynoir

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your guardian angel when you self deprecate

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mutuals let's sit at the end of the dock and splash our feet in the water while we watch the sunset

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ppl who celebrate fictional character birthdays are annoying pass it on

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I just don’t get it. How can our society act so goddamned normal about seahorses. How can anybody so casually accept that that’s a fish???

This is one of nature’s most anatomically perverse of all beasts. A FISH, like a carp or a bass or a beta is a fish, but it bent its body straight up only to bend its head permanently back down. It stretched its skull into a pipe. It tapered its tail like a lizard, specifically like a chameleon. It can also move its eyes independently by the way, you know, like a chameleon. Fun fact, it can change color to express its mood, like you know whatever does that. It doesn’t properly swim anymore. It buzzes its few remaining fins like an insect’s wings to float itself around at a snail’s pace. It lives its whole life clinging to coral branches or seaweed, which means it decided to become a “tree dweller” in an environment where gravity didn’t even matter anyway. The males get pregnant. They make noises at each other by rubbing some of their neck bones together. Every day, EVERY DAY a mated pair does a little dance and a little neck bone song so they remember which two seahorses they were. They’re a beautiful precious obscenity. Nothing so adorable ever made such a strong case against a logical creator.

They have as little skin and meat as they could get away with. Their skeleton is almost all they are.

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You're writing is amazing!! <3 If possible, is it alright to do something focusing on an embarrassed/shy sidekick that got injured in battle, and has to let the (flirty) hero tend to their wounds/wash hair/feed them because of how weak they are at the moment? Bonus points for a very touch starved sidekick, and some tension.

"Sit down."

"It's fine, I can-"

"Sit." The hero met their eyes. "What sort of mentor would I be without giving you the appropriate post-battle aftercare?"

"You don't have to phrase it like that," the sidekick mumbled. They did sit, though.

"What?" The hero grinned, opening up the first aid kit. "Aftercare?"

The sidekick looked down, horribly aware of the heat radiating off their face.

The hero laughed quietly; warm and fond.

"The injuries aren't that bad," the sidekick said. "I'm just tired." So very, very tired. Their limbs felt like melted marshmallows; pitiful goop.

"Mm, no wonder. You were very impressive out there."

"Just doing my job." They shivered as the hero began to make quick work tending to their minor wounds, touch warm and strong and confident. They tried not to lilt into it. They blamed the exhaustion in the fact that they did.

"And now I'm just doing mine, hotshot."

The hero pressed closer, shifting so that they could take the sidekick's weight. They stroked their fingers, entirely unnecessarily, entirely lovely, through the sidekick's hair.

The sidekick's eyes fluttered closed. A small, embarrassingly needy sound left them. "S-sorry."

"Don't be. You're sweet."

"I'm useless like this."

"I think it's adorable." The hero placed the last plaster over a cut on the sidekick's temple. "You never let me look after you normally. I like it."

"Well, I'm supposed to be supporting you...."

The hero pressed a kiss to the sidekick's temple.

The sidekick's eyes, for all of their tiredness, snapped open. They glanced up at the hero.

The hero smiled again. "Kissing it better. Did it help?"

The blush returned full force. "You're ridiculous."

"I could kiss the rest of them too. Just one might be a fluke. It's not scientific."

"So stupid." The sidekick covered their burning face with their hands.

"So cute."

"Don't tease me." It was another mumble; torn between the delicious squirming feeling that the teasing left in them and the sheer horror of it, that the hero might be mocking them.

They didn't think the hero was mocking them, though. They weren't the sort. Did they flirt with possibly everything? Yes. Were they unkind? No. But that didn't make it real. That didn't make the desperate rise of hope in the hero's chest any easier to bear.

"You are cute." The hero did a last check over the scrapes and scratches, before moving. They pulled the sidekick up into their arms, cradling them like they weighed nothing. "My cute little absolute devastation of a powerhouse."

"It was nothing." The sidekick clutched hold, stomach swooping.

"You saved my life."

"You save them. I save you. It's nothing."

"Hey." Some of the flirting dropped. The hero waited for the sidekick to meet their eyes. "It's not nothing. Thank you."

The sidekick swallowed, but managed a nod.

The hero carried them through to the spare bedroom, and for all of the sidekick's flittering nerves, they were half-asleep by the time they arrived. Sapped of strength and energy. It made it easy to go along with the hero for once, to let them tuck the sidekick beneath the sheets.

The world felt lulled.

The hero caressed their cheek, taking another moment to study them, gaze intent.

The sidekick slid theirs away, breath catching.

"I'm not teasing you," the hero said, softly. "I'm quite genuine in everything I've said or done. I wouldn't tease you. Not like that anyway."

"Oh."

"Get some rest, hotshot. Good job today. I'll be in the other room if you need anything."

The sidekick wanted to stay awake. They wanted to tug at the string of the hero's earnestness, whatever the hell it all meant. Their eyes were already closing again, the room tunnelled at the corners.

Their last act was to reach out, woozy and weak, and take the hero's hand. It felt like the bravest thing they'd ever done. Far bolder than that day's fight.

The hero stopped. They mattress dipped with their weight.

"Okay," they said, stroking their thumb over the sidekick's knuckles. "I'll be here."

And, even when the sidekick woke up hours later, they were.

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You should be starting a recipe book. I don't give a shit if you're only 20-years-old. The modern web is rotting away bit by bit before our very eyes. You have no idea when that indie mom blog is going down or when Pinterest will remove that recipe. Copy it down in a notebook, physically or digitally. Save it somewhere only you can remove it. Trust me, looking for a recipe only to find out it's been wiped off the internet is so fucking sad. I've learned my lesson one too many times.

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Do you ever go for a walk and everywhere you look you see God? In the leaves, the gravel, the clouds, the grass. In the people walking by, and in their dogs who strain their lead trying to greet you. In the puddles left by rain, in the lingering petrichor, in the cool air flowing into and out of your lungs. Everywhere, everything- all Him.

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There’s often this idea that the Jedi want to wipe out the dark side entirely, that they believe only the light side should exist, but what they actually say and do is that they want to destroy the Sith.  And the Sith are not synonymous with the dark side and the Jedi have never said so–have said explicitly otherwise even! In this post and this post and this post I detail it more extensively, but the point is:  The Jedi and George Lucas himself say that the dark side is present within everyone and that the point isn’t to deny that it’s there, but to face it and overcome it.  Overcoming the dark side within all of us is what the Jedi believe, what they teach to their children, what they design their tests around, what word of god explains is exactly how the Force works.  They choose the light, which straight up means there’s both inherently in every single being, their ancient texts literally say, “The Jedi choose the light for all that it reveals.” (Poe Dameron comic.) In addition, I’ve often seen this quote going around from a documentary about A New Hope:  “Which brings us up to the films 4, 5, and 6, in which Anakin’s offspring redeem him and allow him to fulfill the prophecy where he brings balance to the Force by doing away with the Sith and getting rid of evil in the universe.“  Ie, the Sith are evil, they needed to go. The Jedi don’t believe the dark side should or even can be wiped out, because that’s not how the Force works, they wouldn’t literally teach their kids that it’s a lifelong struggle to overcome it if that was the case.

                 (Master and Apprentice | by Claudia Gray) Further, George Lucas says this about the dark side: “Only way to overcome the dark side is through discipline. The dark side is pleasure, biological and temporary and easy to achieve. The light side is joy, everlasting and difficult to achieve. A great challenge. Must overcome laziness, give up quick pleasures, and overcome fear which leads to hate.” Both in-universe and out-of-universe, the way the Force works (in relation to the dark side and the light side) is that it’s about how you approach it, the light is compassion and selflessness, the dark is greed, cruelty, and selfishness.  We all have both of it in us, it’s what we discipline and guard ourselves against. Because–and this is one of THE MOST IMPORTANT themes about Star Wars–the world is about choice and it works better if you’re on the good side.

      (–George Lucas) That’s it, that’s the heart of Star Wars.  You have a choice and the world works better if you’re on the good side, if you choose the light. Both the narrative and the Jedi have never said that they wanted to get rid of the dark side or that balance meant wiping it out.  Their goal was wiping out a specific group of Force users that the narrative and word of have god have explicitly confirmed that, yes, they are evil and needed to go. As well as the idea that balance must mean 50/50 is just ridiculous–do we want to live in a world that’s just as cruel as it is kind?  Do we want to be just as much of a malicious person as we are a compassionate one?  Is that the ultimate goal?  Because balance doesn’t have to be about numbers and the Jedi definitely seem to think it’s more about stability kind of balance, especially when they are very aware that darkness is in each and every one of us and it’s a lifelong challenge to overcome it, that the world is better when we do.

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“Sometimes I worry that I pray too much, about silly things, sometimes I feel like I’m bothering God. But, when I think about it I’d rather get to heaven and have Jesus say “now, there’s a familiar voice”. Then get into heaven and hear him say “nice to finally hear from you”. “

-quote i still remember about a year later

I believe He wants to hear us but, sometimes our mind makes us feel too inadequate to be heard. That’s not from Him.

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slides nasa $10 so, tell me about the aliens