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Ghoul ships and how they love

Rain and Dewdrop : Quiet Love

It's a gentle kind of love. It requires no effort, no asking, no grand declarations. No matter how unique they both appear in the eyes of others, they always meet in the middle. They fit like puzzle pieces, physically, spiritually.

Their love is public, yet discreet. Observable but never invasive. It's Dewdrop's arm around Rain's waist when they wait in line at a bar. It's Rain's hand on Dew's knee when they sit together in the common room to chat with the others. It's Rain stealing Dew's hairband on his wrist when he's mid-conversation with someone else, knowing he has his silent permission. Or Dew wearing Rain's jacket instead of his own when he has to go out alone. Everyone can see these little marks of belonging. They brand themselves with pieces of the other, to keep a semblance of company, a smell, something to comfort, something to go home to. It's not ownership. It isn't a warning to stay away from a property. It's an affirmation to the world that they exist for each other.

Their love is Rain calming Dew's storms and Dew making him want to come out of his shell a bit more every day. It's Dew's hyperactivity and constant buzz finding its peace in Rain's presence, and Rain allowing himself to be loud when he finally finds someone who cares to listen.

It's Dew opening all the doors whenever the weather is humid and the sky is cloudy, so they can sit together by the window and watch the rain fall in silence. It's Rain picking up wildflowers as ornaments for their shared room because Dew confessed he loved them once. It's bathing together and brushing each other's hair every day, resting skin against skin in the bathtub without any second thought. It's Rain embracing Dew in the darkness of night and softly caressing his hair to help with his insomnia, and Dewdrop waking up before Rain to make breakfast.

Thanks to Rain, Dewdrop wants to read. He wants to think, to learn, to write, so Rain always has someone to nerd with and complain to whenever he finds a plot hole. Because of Dew, Rain desires to use his hands, to make, to fix, so there's someone to count on when gear comes in for repair and Dew's hands are too used for work.

When the world outside is too much, they find a quiet understanding in each other. They give their love in thoughtful acts and silent touches. It's to no one a question, it's never to be doubted. There's no alternative for what they have.

Their love is obvious and it makes sense.

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WTF HIM SWEATY WTFFF

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sobbing 😢🥹

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“I’m so lucky I get to come home to you”

A little midwest emo RainDrop for today. I pictured this as Dew and Rain coming home tipsy and giggly from a late game night at Mountain and Swiss’ place, kissing and stumbling back onto the bed as they try to lose their shoes~

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sending your friends terrible tumblr posts is a love language

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WHAT A DREAM

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NASA

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I can’t breathe

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pictures where the sea and sky are no longer distinguishable

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One of my favorite thing I’ve learned about animals studies is that you should avoid using colorful leg bands when you’re banding birds because you can accidentally completely skew the data because female birds prefer males with colorful bands

Apparently if you put a red band on a male red wing blackbird his harem size can double

So like you can completely frick up the natural reproduction of a group of birds by giving a guy a bracelet so stylish that females CANNOT resist him

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