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theladyofbloodshed · 1 year ago
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the age old question:
did sjm write acosf the way she did because she doesn't like nesta or because she cannot write a romance with a sexually conservative woman
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worldsbiggestnerd101 · 1 year ago
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WAS CARMEN’S CODENAME BLACK SHEEP BECAUSE HER FATHER’S NAME WAS DEXTER WOLFE. LIKE WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING. LIKE WOLVES ARE PREDATORS TO SHEEP. IS THAT WHY SHE HAD THAT NAME
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yeonbins · 10 months ago
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is his name myungjae or jaehyun? I heard mutuals here call him myungjae but others jaehyun so ???
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m00nsbaby · 2 years ago
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Just thinking about Steven
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I need to wear his blue sweater, the one that's too long in the sleeves.
I need to wear it to sleep and on my days off, I need to see his eyes light up every time he notices that I'm wearing it, and his scent is clinging to me.
Or maybe mine on his clothes.
I would run around the house to greet him with the tightest hug my arms could give, sometimes even jumping to let him hold me. My legs around his hips as I kiss his face over and over.
"I missed you," I would say before reaching his lips.
And he would let me stare at that beautiful smile of someone who can't believe they're holding the love of their life in their arms. His brown eyes fixed on me as he tries to convince himself that he's not dreaming.
He would tell me his stories from the museum and how a kid told him that his bloody-ish and gruesome facts about ancient Egypt were cool. Or how someone used the complaints and suggestions mailbox to make a personal request to hire him as a guide.
They referred to him as "The guy with curls and a pretty smile." (And I would pretend that didn't make me jealous.)
Other days, if I'm not very lucky, I won't hear him arrive. I might have my headphones on while I hum and or rather scream along to every song on my playlist, the one he's told me a million times is the most random thing he's ever heard.
His hands would roam my waist after secretly watching for a while, a kiss on my neck as a greeting that would make me giggle. Steven is always punctual when it comes to shaving, but after two days of waking up later than he should, his facial hair starts to tickle.
When I turn off my headphones, the music continues to play in the kitchen, this time from my phone, allowing Steven to judge more of my musical choices. And in many of these, it would be impossible not to drag him into the impromptu concert that interrupts my nightly chores.
"This is my song!"
"Love." A little laugh as I pull his arm. "You've said that about the last four songs."
"But this one is!" Ironically, Harry Styles' "Late Night Talking." My hands on his, inviting him to jump and scream with me as if the neighbors didn't already have enough problems.
It wouldn't take much for him to get lost in the music, even spinning me around every now and then as his clumsy jumps accompany mine.
With each "We've been doing all this late-night talking," our faces would get closer, both of us singing, and I would scrunch up my nose in reflex, my body trying to express in some way how he threatens to kill me with cuteness.
After each song, we would both applaud and make silly bows to each other, only to repeat the act in the next song because we both have our sleep schedules shattered.
Although the bedtime would never change.
The blue sweater only takes breaks on two different occasions, when it needs to be washed, or when Steven's scent is fading, and he has to wear it again. Either way, I would wear it every night while being squished against Steven's body, feeling his breathing against my cheek, and listening to the beating of his heart if I position my head just right.
He's one of those who immobilize you when they sleep, his leg between mine, his arms holding on as if he's afraid of being alone while he sleeps, and the constant way he forgets that his body is stronger than he thinks.
I need him and his blue sweater.
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the-mpreg-guy · 5 months ago
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clinically insane over dean and sam finding out that their parents were set up by the angels the episode after michael tells dean that he knows god's plan exists bc of all the random acts of chance that brought john and mary together
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its-banana-bitch · 2 months ago
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Is he slow ghosting me or do I have anxious avoidant attachment ?
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autumiaxx · 10 months ago
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you know what they say about men with big foreheads…
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wacky-wonders · 10 months ago
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would like to thank whoever drew tbh creature on my strawpage its awesome :]
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butteredfrogs · 1 year ago
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is tumblr dead atm or am i just flopping i cant tell
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unofficialsherlockian · 1 year ago
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Sometimes I wonder how simple life is for trans guys who aren’t some type of gay - imagine seeing David Tennant and not having a crisis every time wondering if it’s okay to be very attracted to him but also want to be him in every way. Must be nice.
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harri-etvane · 1 year ago
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you know when you look at the 8k H/C series you marked as complete and you think "oh I know what this is missing?"
yea
that
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ibenology · 6 months ago
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the average twitter vs tumblr community experience
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stealingpotatoes · 1 month ago
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happy neil banging out the tunes day to everyone who celebrates
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teaboot · 2 months ago
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Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.
But her family. Holy shit.
First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever
Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.
And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper
And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.
And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK
And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”
So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE
And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for
And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker
And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”
And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”
And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah
Yeah, I think I kinda get it
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cunning-and-cool · 9 months ago
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idk man but something about Stanley "taught himself extremely advance physics/math/probably many other things while running a relatively successful business" Pines and Stanford "is wanted in almost every dimension with a judicial system of some kind" Pines is sooo fucking funny to me
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