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Those are some damn cleaned glass doors

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And that’s a Peralta guarantee.

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Same place

Different ghost hunters

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my boyfriend is washing the dishes and I just heard him say "who do you work for? who's your contact???“ while repeatedly pushing a glass under water

at least he's having fun???

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“How do you get your tattoos?” “They show up. When I earn them.”

Moana (2016) dir. Ron Clements and John Musker

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Moana + forehead touches

The Hongi (or Honi) is a Polynesian greeting in which two people greet each other by pressing noses/foreheads and inhaling at the same time. This represents the exchange of ha, the breath of life, and mana, spiritual power, between two people. The ancient custom of Hongi when meeting another included touching foreheads together, inhaling, kissing the other on the cheek, hugging and then exhaling.

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“Wallow? That’s so lame,” Cornelia groaned, rolling her eyes. Not that she had been doing anything better since returning from the dream world. It had really put a damper on the summer fun mood she had been trying to capitalize on. “I think you’re getting old if that’s what you’ve been up to…”

She hummed as she glanced around the street, catching the few eyes that dared to take a glance at the rowdy university student that had the nerve to make a scene. Not that she cared. Stare all you want, Cornelia wasn’t getting down. She was tall, but Maui was taller, and she quite enjoyed being higher than others, thank you very much.

“Feeling up for some ice cream as dessert? My treat since you just got back in town.” 

“I could drop you,” Maui said casually to the “lame” and “old” comment. He knew she didn’t actually mean it (though, it still kind of hurt, were his abs not sufficiently chiseled? was his hair not perfectly thick and curly and unruly in that carefree-but-trying kind of way? did his jeans not hug his ass?) He didn’t let that little bit of hurt show, because then she’d know she’d hit a sore spot and could hold it over him.

No thanks.

“I’m always feelin’ ice cream, as long as you’re buying, Lois.” He turned his head to give her a cheeky smile but then changed the way he was walking to cut through an alley and head towards Excalibur Road.

Ambush on Main Street; Mortal Enemies

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Come back with a warrant

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new job.

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Look, moving furniture was hard.

Moving furniture down a tiny little dorm hallway was a nightmare.

“There is no room to pivot!” yelped Dipper, whose back was basically up against the wall right now. “We have to back up a little before we can pivot.”

Thank you Pride U administration for really screwing this one up. Good ol’ room 420 was basically packed up now. Maui and Dipper had moved their stuff stuff in boxes already, and now it was just things like furniture. Namely, the couch because the couch was actually theirs (okay, it was Declan’s) and even though it was shitty, it was much better than the hard dorm couches. At least you could sleep on it and not wake up in need of a chiropractor! 

Declan, unfortunately, was on a two week retreat in Southeast Asia, where he said he was getting in touch with his inner self’s inner self or something like that. So couch moving and pivoting was left to just Dipper and Maui.

“Back up a little, then we pivot,” said Dipper.

Maui had moved a lot of furniture in his life. He had a big family--someone was almost always moving. And with four brothers, they were often wrangled to help.

It wasn’t that hard.

“Well, if you just tilt it a little, on its side, it will fit through!” Maui grunted back as he readjusted his own grip, the couch slipping through his sweating hands. He wanted to be done already. All this moving was working up an appetite and they’d ordered Chinese which was just sitting on the counter--staring at him, beckoning hi--

His finger slammed into the doorframe as Dipper shifted his end of the couch.

“Fuck!” he yelped, almost dropping the damn thing. “Just squeeze it a little to the left, we almost got it!”

Pivot! ~ [Dipaui]

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Cornelia’s smirk remained on her face despite the jab, because it wasn’t exactly wrong. But if she was annoying that was only because she cared, obviously. “Don’t be like that, you know you missed me.”

And she had honestly missed him. But she wasn’t going to admit that. That would show weakness, and that was the last thing she wanted to show Maui since he was a fan of teasing her. She’d never hear the end of it, she was sure.

Tilting back once more, she leaned her chin against his head, making herself comfortable before going, “What’re you doing right now? We should hang out.”

Maui was secretly pleased to see Corny, though he’d never say it. He missed her particular brand of humor--it had always aligned well with his own. Besides, Maui always missed his friends. No matter how many he had, he always wanted more. Wanted people to love him. To find him charming. To want to be around him. That was how he thrived.

And, though Corny talked shit, Maui knew that she was a #strong #independent woman and if she didn’t want to hang around him--she wouldn’t.

So, he just shrugged a little at her question. “I dunno. Just had lunch, so I was just gonna go veg out to wallow in the last few weeks of summer break. Unless you have a better idea?” 

Ambush on Main Street; Mortal Enemies

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Moana didn’t know what reaction she was hoping for but she knew she was hoping he would be okay with it. In no way did she need his approval but that didn’t mean she wanted him to dislike her for the decision. 

Moana and Maui had grown the past two years. From the Underworld to fighting demons in this world to him saving her in titanic and Moana did consider him a close friend at this point. Even when he irritated the hell out of her.

Rolling her eyes with a laugh Moana shook her head. “I’m going to miss you too Maui.” Moana started a smile creeping up on her lips. “You’re not getting rid of me completely either. What’s the saying it’s not goodbye just see you later? I expect to see you in one piece causing trouble soon enough.” Moana teased holding her hands up to him.

“Come on, give me a hug or whatever.”

Maui rolled his eyes--because he didn’t do feelings or whatever.

But, he stood up and stepped towards her so that he could give her a proper hug. His arms wrapped around her and he squeezed her tight. It was easy to do, seeing as they were the same height (something that had annoyed him ever since it had happened a few years into high school, right before he’d dropped out.) Now, though, he was happy, because he could hold her without being afraid of squishing her (because of his muscles, of course.)

He held her for a few seconds, feeling an uncharacteristic burn in his throat. His eyes shut tight and he sucked in a breath through his nose.

“You’re gonna be great,” he told her before he pulled away and sniffled a little before flagging down the bartender, so she wouldn’t see the shine to his eyes. “Oi! We need two going away shots!” he called before turning back to his friend. “When I get home, first person I’m coming to bother is you. I promise.”

A New Tomorrow {The Demigod and the Princess}