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My favorite thing about boops is it's a safe interaction and it's so damn fun. I get to interact with strangers even if it's not like direct speech and it feels like giving a little gift!!! I've booped so many people I love it

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For my fish therians

Do you love the colour of the sturgeon?

Which one?

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i often have like. a couple dozen wiki tabs open when i write for live wire (i like to reference dates and stuff because my memory is Not great) & this has me thinking

okay but like. what if i made this Her fault lmao. what if, in their early days when no one could acknowledge feelings or commit to anything but they still somehow ended up in bed before the sunrise whenever she was in town, what if she saw how he looked against the sheets & in a moment of vulnerability had to let him know how much the dark blue complimented him & how beautiful it made his eyes look & she came so very close to actually coming out with her feelings beyond aesthetic appreciation but caught herself too quickly & settled on a kiss to distract from further questioning.

but.

the incident stuck in his head for years & the way she looked at him is frozen in his memory forever & there are decades where he wants to kick himself for trying to catch her looking at him like that again she does, multiple times but he can't help it & maybe she was right about that being His colour, so it creeps into his clothing more and more without him even realizing & before he knows it he has a 'signature' in his wardrobe, which she will still compliment him on years later because yeah, she was right then & she stands by it now (but has no idea what role she actually played in that choice).

wouldn't that be Neat if i added that into their canon.

[lelestarmy]

Fallen Flower Chapter 2

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

{Word Count: 444}

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Taglist: @jeonginplsholdmyhand , @theodorenottgf

After slowly getting to know Felix over the next few weeks, you slowly got into a routine of going to a lovely downtown cafe with Felix and Han.

Like today you were heading to the cafe with Felix and Han behind. “How have you been liking it here so far?,” Felix asked with his accent coming out slightly more, while his blonde cat ears twitched curiously as he waited for you to answer “It’s been nice so far, I also met Hyunjin in my art class,” you skittishly admitted with your bunny ears down timidly.

“Yeah, he told us about it when he got back later that day, Hyunjin wouldn’t stop talking about how he saw you in his art class,” Han stated as you all sat down at your usual table and Han ordered an iced Americano and a cheesecake while Felix ordered a rice cake and coffee.

After talking for a while and eating, you all headed back to campus to finish the rest of your classes. After saying bye to Felix and Han, you started heading towards your mathematics class, while heading to mathematics you ran into Chan almost bumping into him.

After mumbling out a quick “ Sorry ” you headed the rest of the way to your mathematics class. After finishing class a few hours later you get a text from Han and Felix in y’all group chat.

The Three Besties GC

{5:17} Han- Hey Y/nie, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at the house and have a movie night?

{5:17} Felix- I have a new brownie recipe I wanted us to try out as well.

{5:18} Y/n- Sure, But I don’t know if the rest of the boys will like me being there though.

After sending that text, you started to feel a little uneasy. Because what if the guys didn’t want you there, what if they were just letting you hangout there because your Han and Felix’s friend and they felt bad and petty you, all those thoughts started running through your head.

You kept your head down low as you headed towards Sigma Kappa Zeta fraternity house. After quietly knocking on the dorr a few times, the door opened revealing Jeongin, his desert fox ears flicking curiously as he looked down at you puzzled. “You are?,”. Before you could reply, you hear Han shout “Y/nie!,” from behind Jeongin, pushing the younger male out of the way to get to you, before pulling you into the house to the living room where you see Felix enter with a plate of freshly baked brownies from the kitchen.

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cal intro

𐂯 My name Is Caliber / Cali

𐂯 I use He / Hym / It pronouns aswell as some xeno pronouns!

𐂯 I am 15 Years old!

🐾I'm a shapeshifter otherkin!

💥Reblogs, Asks, comments and replies are always okay!!

My Strawpage - https://angelicshapeshifter.straw.page

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Some people I know like sturgeons

S T U R G E O N S T A M P S ! !

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Happy Birthday @nikkiemms​!!!

I saw it was your birthday today and wanted to write a little something for you. You are always one of the first people to comment/like/reblog my stories and I wanted to thank you and let you know how much I appreciate you! I hope you are having a wonderful birthday and are able to do something fun today. Lots of love! 🎉🧁❤

This one-shot was inspired by a children's birthday party I went to a few weeks ago when a man dressed in uniform caused a freak-out among all the adults. Thank you @onceuponaprincessworld​ for encouraging me to write it when I wasn't sure what to write, and for looking it over!

Hope you enjoy @nikkiemms​!

You Can Put Out My Fire Anytime

Rated: Teens and up

Also available on: AO3 I FF.N

Emma wanted her son’s seventh birthday party to be perfect. Which is exactly why she’d asked her sister-in-law to help her out. Mary Margaret is great with kids; she’s an elementary school teacher, so she has to be great with kids for the sake of her sanity. And If the peals of laughter from the kids are any indication, they'd pulled it off. 

  Now they can sit back in their lawn chairs on the back porch, sipping punch, chatting with the other moms and relaxing for a minute as the little ones make use of the jungle gym, and David and Robin grill up some hot dogs and hamburgers. The other food has already been prepared and set on the table, protected in food storage containers with lids, except for Henry’s birthday cake, which is in the house for later.

  “I’m surprised Lily and Liam aren’t here. Didn’t you invite them?” Mary Margaret asks Emma.

  Emma scans the children playing on the jungle gym, squinting her eyes. “You’re right. They’re not here. I’m pretty sure they were on the list.”

  Mary Margaret laughs. “If Henry had anything to do with the invitations, Lily was definitely on the list.”

  Emma arches a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Mary Margaret shakes her head, waving off Emma’s question. “Oh nothing, forget I said anything.”

  Emma crosses her arms over her chest, eyes shooting daggers at her sister-in-law. “What aren’t you telling me?”

  Mary Margaret sighs in defeat and puts up her hands. “Okay, I could be wrong, but I think Henry has a little crush on Lily. You did not hear that from me. I made a pinky swear not to tell anyone.”

  Emma furrows her brows. “If you made a pinky swear then he must have told you.”

  Mary Margaret makes a motion with her fingers to zip her lips. “Sorry, I can’t say anymore.”

  “So Henry likes a girl? But he’s only seven.”

  “Oh please, you’re never too young to have a crush. How old were you when you started chasing boys?”

  “I never chased boys,” Emma says defensively. 

  Mary Margaret eyes her skittishly. “Sure, Emma, sure,” she smiles knowingly. 

  “Okay maybe one or two,” Emma admits with a coy smile and a sigh. 

  Thankfully, her sister-in-law drops the subject and heads inside the house to use the bathroom.

  “Liam! Lily!” Henry shouts and races across the yard as two other kids, a boy and a girl, run to meet him. The boy is carrying a gift bag that’s almost as big as he is and Henry takes it, dropping it off at the gift table before the three of them run off toward the jungle gym.

  “I guess their parents were too busy to join us?” Emma remarks to no one in particular.

  “Parent,” Regina corrects. “Their mother left when they were young. So now it’s just them and their father.”

  “Really?” Emma asks, her heart cracking for the two kids as she watches them play with Henry and the others. 

  Lily is a beautiful young girl with long, shimmering black hair and blue eyes, and Liam shares similar physical traits. In fact, they even look similar in age. “They look the same age. Are they twins?”

  “Yes, they are.”

  “Um… are we missing anyone?” Ashley asks, her voice edged with panic as she points at each child, counting them under her breath.

  Fear rises in Emma’s chest as she shoots up from her chair and scans the children, making sure everyone is there who’s supposed to be there. But no one appears to be missing. “Why do you say that?”

  “Oh, perhaps because of the policeman who just entered the backyard, carrying a children’s baseball cap,” Regina answers.

  Her statement sends the mothers into a fit of panic, all of them darting their eyes in search of the aforementioned cop.

  Emma takes one look at him as David and Robin head over to chat with him. Even the fathers are freaked out about having a cop in the backyard.

  Emma's heart stutters when she sees him.

  He’s wearing a badge and a uniform, but this is no ordinary cop. This man is freaking gorgeous. He’s tall and muscular with dark hair, his skin is moistened with sweat and bronzed from the sun. He’s so perfect he looks straight from a magazine. Do they have porn featuring men in uniforms because if not they really should. This man looks way too good to be real. 

  Emma’s been to jail before, taking the fall for her ex's crime, and she's never wished to go back, but right now she's wishing this man would take her away in handcuffs.

  When the policeman is laughing with the fathers and Emma realizes there is no present danger or missing kid, she is curious why he is here and wonders what her sister-in-law is up to. As soon as Mary Margaret returns to the porch, Emma narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Did you hire a stripper for a children’s party?”

  Mary Margaret wrinkles her brows in confusion. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

  Emma nods her head toward the gorgeous policeman. “What does he look like to you?”

  “Who?” Mary Margaret looks over Emma’s shoulder, her eyes lighting up with recognition. “Oh, you mean the firefighter? That’s Liam and Lily’s father.” She shoots up her hand and waves as she heads down the porch steps. “Hello, Killian!”

  “That’s Lily and Liam’s father?” Emma repeats to herself, staring at him with her mouth agape. 

  "You forgot your lucky hat," Killian calls to his son, holding up the baseball cap. 

  Holy Hell. He has an accent too? 

  Liam rushes over for the hat and a hug from his father, and Killian ruffles Liam’s hair before the small boy rushes away, putting the hat on his head. Lily runs over to say goodbye to her father, and after he scoops her up in his arms and plants a kiss on the crown of her head, she gives him a kiss on the cheek. Emma’s heart melts as she watches him interact with his daughter. “Have fun, princess,” he says sweetly and watches her run off to play with her friends. 

  “He can put out my fire with his big hose anytime,” one lady snickers, apparently reading Emma’s thoughts. 

  When Killian turns around, his eyes find Emma’s from across the lawn. And she can't breathe or even move her head to look away. Nor does she want to. 

  “Emma, come here,” Mary Margaret waves her over, and Emma reluctantly complies.

  She thought he looked good from afar, but boy, he looks so much better up close. His smoldering blue eyes and heartwarming smile as he regards her with intrigue take her breath away. 

  Now that she's much closer, she can see that the badge he wears is of a fireman emblem. 

  “Killian, this is Henry’s mother, Emma,” Mary Margaret introduces them.

  Just as he slips his hand in hers, she starts to shake it before realizing he has another idea in mind. 

  “Hello, love, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he says in a deep, husky voice as he lifts her hand to his luscious looking lips and kisses the back of her hand, his eyes still locked with her bewildered ones. 

  Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Emma is tempted to say, but bites her tongue to stop herself. Besides, she doesn’t know if she could speak, even if she had something appropriate to say, because her mouth goes completely dry. She tries to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. Apparently she forgot how to speak.

  This gorgeous firefighter is kissing her. Okay, he’s only kissing her hand but, holy hell Emma’s never been so turned on in her entire life, let alone from an innocent hand kiss. Then again, an innocent hand kiss has never seared her skin.

  “It’s nice to meet you too,” Emma rasps, somehow finding the words on her tongue.

  “Emma thought I hired you as a stripper,” Mary Margaret chortles, breaking their trance.

  Oh, God.  

  Emma peels her eyes away from the ridiculously handsome fireman to glare at her sister-in-law. Really, Mary Margaret?!

  Killian’s eyes are glinting with amusement as he finally removes his damn, surprisingly soft lips from her skin, a big grin spreading across his face. “Is that so?” 

  She hasn’t failed to notice he’s still holding her hand. Not that she’s complaining. His hand is so warm and strong and she’s dreaming up all the things he could do to her with that hand. With both hands.

  “Yes. Can you believe she thought I would hire a stripper at a children’s party?” she asks her husband.

  David shrugs. “You are best friends with Ruby.”

  That earns him a playful swat on the arm.

  “It was a joke,” Emma states defensively and offers Killian an apologetic smile, bashfully moving her eyes away. “Sorry.”

  He finally releases her hand to wave off her words, and she shivers from the loss, even under the blazing heat of the sun. “Please, don’t be. I’ve been called worse.” He leans in until he’s so close she can feel his breath on her skin as he murmurs in her ear. “Though if you wanted a lap dance, all you had to do was ask.”

  Emma’s breath hitches, her cheeks flushed with red. She doesn’t even know how to respond to that. “I’ll um... I’ll keep that in mind.”

  She looks over at Henry, trying to ignore how fast her heart is beating. When she sees Lily chasing him around the yard, both of them giggling cheerfully, she laughs. 

  Killian turns around to see what Emma’s laughing at. “Looks like my daughter has a crush,” he chuckles.

  “I think it’s mutual… well according to Mary Margaret.” Lily’s not the only person in this backyard with a crush. Definitely not. She turns to face Killian again. “I’m sorry again for the stripper joke.”

  He scratches behind his ear, his cheeks tinged with blush. “Like I said. I’ve been called worse. But if you feel the need to make it up to me, I wouldn’t argue,” he says, a slight smile tugging at his lips. 

  Emma crosses her arms over her chest and arches a brow, “And what would you suggest?”

  “You could go out to dinner with me?”

  Emma studies him for a moment, considering his proposition. It’s not like she’s opposed to having dinner with him, but she has other ideas in mind as to how she could make it up to him. Ones that involve a bedroom and maybe that lap dance he spoke of. She quickly shakes her thoughts away. “I suppose asking you to stay and offering you a hamburger and hotdog doesn’t count as dinner, does it?”

  He smiles. “It’s a start.”

  She sighs dramatically and shrugs. “And here I was hoping you’d say no. Oh, well.” She walks away from him and goes to the grill where David and Robin are plating the meat. 

  After helping her son get a plate of food, she gets a hamburger for herself and goes to the food table for a bun and condiments. She scoops some pasta salad and chips on her plate before joining the adults at the picnic table while Henry sits with the other children at the kiddy table. When Killian sits next to her, she's surprised he hasn’t brought a plate of food with him. He’d only helped his daughter fill her plate.

  “Not hungry?” Emma asks suspiciously.

  He leans in and murmurs, “I changed my mind. I’d rather take you out to dinner.”

  Damn her cheeks for warming with blush again as she gives into a slight smile. She scoots her plate in Killian’s direction. “Here, take this.” She gets up from her seat to make another plate so he can have hers. 

  “So does this mean I can’t take you out?” he asks, his eyes clouded with disappointment as he looks up at her. 

  “Oh, you can still take me out to dinner.” She leans in and whispers in his ear so no one else can hear, “But this way, you owe me a lap dance.” She walks away with a smirk on her face, knowing she left him just as flustered as she is right now.

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Knowing Her Master

“Even a dumb ox instinctively knows its owner and the stubborn mule knows the hand that feeds him, but Israel does not know Me nor do My people understand.” Isaiah 1:3TPT

We’re cat-sitting while some of our grands are moving. I’m learning, cats have emotions— News to me. When we arrived home, Lucy hid for 36 hours, no food or litter box use, nothing, (didn’t find a mess either.) Finally, she emerged and approached us skittishly. Day three, she jumped into my lap for cuddles, then up into Lou’s. All’s well, right?

Another granddaughter and family has been staying weekdays with the granddaughter who’s now moving, because her husband started working at the same place. For four months Lucy has been around this granddaughter too— familiar with her. Evening of the fourth day, this other granddaughter came to visit. She held Lucy and played with her. Then left.

After this granddaughter left, Lucy sat on a chair by the door. She slept on the chair; didn’t eat at all day five; waiting for her Master to return. She is hoping to see her people.

Is it possible animals are more intelligent than humans? Our text tells us a “dumb ox” and a “stubborn mule” know their owners, the hand that feeds them. Israel— (representing the church of Bible times and the church today)— doesn’t know the One who loves, provides, protects, cares for, and leads them. Has the church dulled her emotions to the point she lacks Lucy’s intelligence, not knowing her master?

I daresay the church has become integrated into society. We choose society over the Lord’s way. Christianity has become watered down to the point Believers aren’t respected any longer. If you truly stand for Jesus, there’s backlash, I understand. Many people I know even changed their type of Facebook posts, no longer talking about Jesus. Is this because they lost hope? Do we love our Lord enough to follow Paul’s instructions in 2Corinthians 6:17NLT “Therefore, come out from among unbelievers, and separate yourselves from them, says the LORD. Don’t touch their filthy things…?”

Will we become like Lucy, expecting her Master to come through the door? Do we believe God will come rescue us? Have we lost our hope for a good future? Is fear reigning over the church? “You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot” Matthew 5:13NIV. Has the church lost her flavor? Believe me, He will throw out what’s lost its flavor, lost its hope.

Return to studying your Bible, praying and joining in on prayer meetings, to church services, to worship. Acknowledge who your Master truly is. He’s coming to do a great work, miracles we won’t understand, protection, feeding….. but is the church aware, understanding, hearing the voice of Holy Spirit? The time for us to get real with God is here, acknowledging Him. Will we? Or will you stay watered down? It’s your choice. You choose.

PRAYER: Almighty God I know You are the Sovereign God, my Defender, Protector, Helper, Comforter. I ask You to help readers to arise and acknowledge Who You truly are, in Jesus Christ’s name I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2021 You have my permission to reblog this devotion for others. Please keep my name with this devotional as author. Thank you.

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Hey dude I really liked your design so I drew my selfsona or whatever in it, hope that's chill

[ two vers because its crowded with all the other text ]

front & back

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Idk if you reblogged the asked meme to do prompts but could I get an angsty “you don’t understand”. Only if you wanted to write prompts though

“Jackieboy, please, you need to rest,” Marvin cajoled. “Every time you go out there with less and less sleep, it’s not helping anything!”

“You don’t understand!” Jackie wouldn’t even look at him; he was gripping the edges of the corkboard, staring with wild eyes at the photos of Anti and Henrik and the strings connecting them. “I can’t stop, I have to find him, every minute counts; if I try to sleep and he dies, it’ll be because I wasn’t out there looking for him -- !”

“Jackie!” When Marvin grabbed his shoulder, he gasped, whirling around and skittishly scrambling out of his grasp. Marvin’s hand slowly fell to his side, his eyes dimming. His voice fell to a whisper. “Jackie...if you were to find Anti tonight and try to get Schneep back, when you’re like this, you would lose. And we wouldn’t be able to stand losing both of you.”

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DRABBLE ; --- (pls don’t reblog)

he’s nine years old the first time his small fingers -- an artist’s, never a steelworker, meant to be none and yet insulting both -- wrap around a glass with  amber  liquid. eyes   w i d e,  terrified, no trace of the mischief as he swallows hard and looks at his father. skittishly, awaitingly, wanting no more than to run for the door and over the hills till his chest’ll ache (it’s happened, he knows they will).

lionel’s eyes, hard steel, index finger tapping against the armchair. awaits, but no fear in his eyes, cold-hearted predatory (words that the boy cannot define, not for a while, but has known for years) gaze, something cruel and expectant in his grin. 

urges him to drink --- it’s no CHOICE, and so julian’s lips meet edge and coughs at the taste. throat burns with the flavor, nostrils aflame and he feels cheeks wetten -- cannot control it and panics ---. 

man up. can hear the words echo through his head hours later, once the sting of the handprint against his cheek is fading, fingers shaking around delicate pencils, calligraphy unsteady and messy and dragging colored inks all over crisp paper. dark eyelashes part, crusty from dried tears, expression frustrated and concentrated as fingers curl around the pencil, a royal blue. a safe blue. 

( the steel grey pencil, for all its costliness, lies broken on the floor, snapped in two, much like the amber. )

julian luthor does not become a man who indulges in drink. 

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PLEASE I LOVE THEM

edwin & charles + checking out each other

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Reminder that your life matters. You need to exist. Your existence is important. We can't let them win, so live even if only from spite.

thought this would be good to share.

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Just like me for real!

mistystar’s omen is not a good book but this one passage has been sticking with me all day.

genuinely hilarious how this teenager is so excitedly interested in the freshly dead body of his leader he just goes straight up to it and starts picking at it in public. no hint of grief whatsoever. why did they write this. rushpaw what goes on in your mind

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I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE MAKE FIREHEART LOOK COOL PLEASE NEVER STOP BEING COOL

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This is so real however

Me @ 15: I wish I was normal

Also me @ 15: you have 9 different labels / microlabels and identify as a shapeshifter because your kintypes constantly change

me @ age 15: god i just wish i was normal

me @ age 18: that's great man. you're a bigender aroace crocodile. good luck with that