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metamorphesque · 2 years
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not to me. not if it’s you.
― Anne Carson (Euripides), Dead Poets Society (Final Script), Extraordinary Attorney Woo (Ep. 10), Anne Carson (H of H Playbook)
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fantasiawandering · 2 months
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The Skizzleman
There once was a ship in Cherry Bay The captain’s name was GeminiTay The salmon flopped as if to say “Oh blow that goat horn, blow” (huh)
Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go
Gem cast out her line from shore When down on her a bobber bore The captain called “Grian!” and swore She’d lay that scoundrel low (huh)
Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go
Before Gem had hit the water The reaper’s fate came up and caught her She led her crew to Pearl’s and fought her ‘Till Pearl fell below (huh)
Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go
No line was cut, they did the deed The reapers’ rods were thusly freed They launched into the sky and squeed While others cheered below (huh)
Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go
For forty streams or even more The Hermit pranks came to the fore Exploding chests and traps galore With breaks for fishing flow (huh)
Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go
As far as I've heard, the fight's still on End crystals float and zombies spawn The Skizzleman makes his regular call To encourage the Hermits, Gem, and all (huh)
Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the fishing is done We'll take our rods and go
Soon may the Skizzleman come To bring us sugar-sweet words and fun One day, when the mending book's won We'll take our rods and go
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lackadaisycats · 3 months
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Where in St Louis is Atlas buried?
Under the ground.
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katsmtmsdoodles · 8 months
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D...Day 3 of drawing Matt's teen facts TvT this got out of hand
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S2E3: Link's favorite class was P.E. aka Personal Entertainment which he did whenever Grant had to do taxes, run errands...or whatever else it was that dads did!
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bqnnabreado · 7 months
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juniperwho · 2 months
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blondeaxolotl · 2 months
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flutters lashes, so I did a thing
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also a bonus Ran-Mao in a suit:
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lineffability · 6 months
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Kiss Roulette: 25. A kiss that's an accident <3
—but you poor dear, how much work you burden yourself with from a sense of guilt; I see you bent over your work, your neck bared, I'm standing behind you, but you don't know it—please don't be frightened if you feel my lips on the back of your neck, I didn't mean to kiss it, it's only love which can't be helped . . .
Franz Kafka · July 31, 1920, Letters to Milena (1952)
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"It- it was an accident?"
"An accident? Crowley, dear, you-" Aziraphale wrung his hands, his face as red as Crowley's hair - as Crowley's face, too. They stood awkwardly, like startled deer, Crowley leaning backwards, Aziraphale tall as a statue risen from his desk chair. "You kissed me."
"Only on the neck," Crowley protested weakly, regretting the words immediately: they were an admission. Because of course Aziraphale was right - he had kissed him.
The thing was, both of them had only realized this after the kiss had been placed and left there, forlornly, while Crowley had drawn back in shock and bared his guilty, rogue lips.
Slowly, Crowley had blinked. Slowly, Aziraphale had turned his head.
Frantically, they had jolted into action - and frozen in it.
He had kissed him.
On that soft neck, the nape of it, where cloudy tufts of hair gave way to soft skin, and a little scrub, too, harder hair which had pressed against his lips, which had touched the angel ever so reverently.
Why had he done that?
Aziraphale had been deep in thought, concentrated on his work, but that was not it: he had looked guilty, repentant, with his head bowed so low and his tea not even touched, even though Crowley had taken care to keep it warm for him.
Aziraphale had not apologized for leaving. Crowley had not apologized for staying behind.
But here they were now, back together, feeling both wrong and so very right, and it was different.
Aziraphale showed his repentance even if he didn't voice it, choosing instead to throw himself into the task of averting the Second Coming. Crowley showed his regret even if he didn't voice it, staying close wordlessly, never leaving his side, ready to protect them both if need be.
But that's not the thing that was different - they'd drawn apart and then close again more times than humans could count, ever so hopeful about their inevitable togetherness. Even if this time had hurt more than ever before.
It had hurt more than ever before because it was different, afterwards.
Feelings had been voiced - lips touched - bodies shaken.
And then they had been thrown back together, and it had happened again. Just once more. Lips touched. The bodies shook differently, the second time, a soft trembling that gave way to tears no longer held back. Softer, gentler. They hadn't voiced any feelings that time, but they had kissed them.
And then they were back together: a team.
But they still hadn't spoken about it. Not the first kiss, not the second.
And now the third? Did it count? Crowley wanted to evaporate into a drain.
He'd just wanted to alleviate the pain, to take a little weight off the heavy, heavenly head. Aziraphale's skin tasted of ambrosia. Still of Heaven, not of him. Still an Archangel.
Never all his.
But Aziraphale smiled. There, before him, after he had thoughtlessly kissed his neck, Aziraphale was smiling at him through his embarrassment, and his wringing hands stilled as he took a step and placed them on Crowley's arms. His gaze was open, almost curious.
"Why did you do that?"
Crowley squirmed. "Don't- c'mon, do I have to- why?" He took a breath. "You know why."
"I do?"
"You do."
Aziraphale nodded slowly, once, a small smile still on his lips. He didn't press on. Instead, he moved his hands along Crowley's arms, upwards. They came to a rest on the nape of his neck.
"Will you do it again? In... in the future?"
"In the future?" Crowley's voice came out a little thin. Future sounds good. The future of the world we will save. Our future.
Aziraphale assented. "On the neck."
"Y- y..."
"Like this." Carefully, Aziraphale leaned forward, into him, and ghosted his lips across the nape of Crowley's neck. He heard him inhale.
Their lips hadn't even touched, this time, but Crowley trembled. Shook. Needed to voice it.
"I will. I will do it again."
"Good."
Aziraphale pulled back. He exhaled, shakily.
"I kissed you," Crowley admitted at last, if a little unnecessarily, and lifted his shoulders helplessly. "I didn't mean to, but it... it can't be helped. It's only..."
"Love?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that."
They kissed again, then: lips on lips, gently, contently, as if the world wasn't ending. Briefly, Crowley wondered if it counted as their third or fourth kiss, but decided it didn't really matter. He was feeling optimistic: he hoped he would lose count soon enough.
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maburito · 22 days
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My Metroid experience so far :
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ineffablelunatic · 5 months
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"I study AP Lit"
"I study AP Biology"
Yeah well I study AP Havers
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lilcaesarssuper · 1 year
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"Look at my muscles!!🪷🌺🌸"
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Careless whisper starts playing
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victavare · 1 year
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Godfathers
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atlantis-area · 6 months
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"Move" debuted on October 16, 2017 and peaked at number 12 on Gaon Digital Chart. It stayed on the chart for a further four weeks. It also reached peaks of number four and number 26 on Billboard World Digital Song Sales and the K-pop Hot 100, respectively. It has drawn comparisons to the work of Michael Jackson and George Michael, as well as Depeche Mode and The Weeknd. (Wikipedia)
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bsdtual · 1 year
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Judge: For your crimes, you will be sentenced to 68 years in prison.
Nikolai: Can you...
Nikolai: Can you add one more year?
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rosehatesusernames · 15 days
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Hi my name is Ghetsis L'ettuce Harmonia Gropius and I have long minty green hair (that’s how I got my name) with three horn-like flyaways and piercing red eyes that stare into your soul and a lot of people tell me I look like a Hydreigon (AN: if u don’t know what that is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to N and I wish I never will be because he’s a major fucking freak. I’m a cult leader but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a sage, and I go to a big castle named after my stupid foster son where I plan to take over Unova (I’m evil). I’m a king (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear every color there is. I love the Poke Mart and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a yellow and purple cloak with this heavy metal piece that looks like castle walls around it and my weird eyepatch, and also brown loafers. I was walking outside in Accumula Town. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. My freak son and some girl stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
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awake--and--dreaming · 6 months
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Dear Harry Lambert,
May I suggest the following item for your banana loving client:
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