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skill issue honestly, he just needs my love and affection
#dio brando#jojo's bizarre adventure#literally the plot of my fic#jjba#jojo meme#phantom blood#jojo part 1#jojo shitpost#jjba memes#low effort memes#inappropriate use of word art#saw this posted this on a tiktok of someone shipping destiel and pilfered it for my own desires#honestly I don't even think he's a lost cause#people say he's irredeemably evil but I think he just needed to be loved properly#I promise he can be soft#i literally write it all the time#so I'm the expert#future games#i am very normal about him#so very normal#is this a clever plug for my fic?#perhaps
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I spend such an unhealthy amount of time thinking about being so comfortable with Lucifer while you two are making love that you are both laughing and smiling the entire time, refusing to be shy or feel embarrassed at all. Like imagine him looking at you like this while he’s buried so deep inside you…
I need to be sedated fr…
#hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer smut#lucifer x reader#i’m normal i promise#as normal as I can be at least#I just…#love the soft tender sex stuff#like he would try and make you laugh during the whole thing cuz he’s silly like that!
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don't mind me, i'll just be sat here crying into my hands about girl dad!simon "ghost" riley who would do absolutely anything for his daughters.
girl dad!simon who watches with a fond smile as his children fail to mask their giggles from underneath the sofa, their little legs sticking out very obviously from their "hiding place" but acting as though they're nowhere to be found.
girl dad!simon who lets them apply the black smudging around his eyes, praising them with how gentle they're being, and only huffing out a laugh when he feels his youngest smear charcoal fingerprints down his cheeks.
girl dad!simon who always has time to play with his girls, going along with whatever game their imaginative minds conjure with not a single complaint. over the years, you've walking in on simon as a horse, a robot, a fairy godmother (you will never get the imagine of simon with one of your elasticated waist dresses on out of your head, the material fighting for its life to stay in one piece as simon merely stares at you, silently pleading you to not take any photos), there is nothing he won't do to make them happy.
girl dad!simon who never once hesitates to scoop them into his arms at the first sign of tears, battled scared and inked hands holding his daughter so carefully, though she was made of porcelain, rough fingers gently swiping across ruddy cheeks, "you're okay, sweetpea, it's just a little scrape, yeah? my brave girl can handle a tiny scratch like that no problem, ain't that right?"
girl dad!simon who has a photo of you and your daughters tucked safely in his pocket at all times, all his favourite people on one small piece of paper he keeps safe over his heart whenever he has to leave, making sure it never leaves his mind that 'this is who he's fighting for, this is who he's working so hard to get back to'
girl dad!simon who try as he might, always tears up when he finally arrives back, and hears his little worlds sprinting at him as fast as their stubby legs can carry them, screeching cries of "daddy, daddy, daddy's home!" echoing through the walls of his home, arms wide as he crouches on the floor and feels their small but mighty weight crash into him, finally whole, finally complete, watery eyes meeting yours where you lean against the wall, similarly emotional.
"welcome home, si."
finally, home.
#☁︎⋅writing#i had the thought of girl dad!simon at work#hoo boy#did that cause a distraction for the rest of the day#trying to do work meanwhile all i can think about his how soft he would make himself#physically shrinking down#letting himself become mailable and ply#just for his girls#to make them feel safe around him#GOD#HE'D LOVE THEM SO MUCH#LOOK AT THEM LIKE THEY HUNG THE STARS IN THE SKY#I AM NOT A BROODY PERSON I PROMISE BUT#SHEESH#HOW MANY DO YOU WANT SIMON#ILL GIVE YOU 10 IF YOU ASK#anyway#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon riley x y/n#simon riley x gn reader#simon riley x female reader#simon riley x f!reader#ghost x y/n#ghost x gender neutral reader#ghost x female reader#ghost x f!reader
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I have to ask what drew vasco into falling in love with machete?
His snivelling runt ways were just that irresistable.
#no they were best friends first#it wasn't love at first sight#I think Vasco just gradually noticed that Machete is sincere and kindhearted and genuinely tries to be a good person#and it's hard not to appreciate that Vasco is known for having those qualities too his are just a lot more evident#he's an one person dog but when he gets attached to you he's fervently dedicated loyal caring and supportive#he's perceptive thoughtful and a good listener#sensible highly responsible and keeps his promises#does his part or dies trying even if no one is there to notice#he's learned knowledgeable and a lot more sharp-witted than people give him credit for and infodumps as a love language#their interests and ideologies overlap or at least complement each other#he has problems but really tries to do better and never takes any help he's given for granted#he always dresses well smells nice and has soft pettable fur#and he can be kind of funny and cute in his own dorky way#and Vasco sees how his presence continuously brings out the best qualities in him#and cherishes the fact he can be such a positive force in someone's life#answered#anonymous#Vaschete lore
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This is uncanny resemblance
#literally all I can think of each time I see this pic#how did they find a puppy that looks like him#just two puppies#imagine hating either of them#luke newton#I’ll shut up about him one day I promise#it’s just that he’s so beautiful and soft
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tom's expressions as he stares up at greg in the safe room in 2x4
#tomgreg#tom wambsgans#2x4 safe room#the way that he puts himself beneath greg as greg says he wants to talk#it's definitely on purpose to drive home how he's hanging onto greg's every word here#he's at greg's knees looking up devoted and vulnerable#he's so visibly in love in the first gif when greg says he's in the shadow of a giant#and god.. the fact that when greg says 'maybe it would be interesting for me to go somewhere else'-#tom's response isn't immediately angry at all. it's soft and confused and sad and practically pleading#'but i'm digging in here!' he says - but i'm looking after you just like i promised! we're fine! you're fine! don't worry please!#you can already see the tears welling up in his eyes it's so fucking insane#making this literally made me cry. god#mine#gifs
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You changed your pfp 👀👀??
I DID!!!!!!! I wanted a change & I think it suits me better I mean….
LOOK AT HIM!!!!!
#He’s an asshole#i hate him#i wanna shove him in a box and shake it really really REALLY hard haha#Just wait till I get my hands on you bakugo mwahahaha#Idk if you’ve seen MHA but he’s an asshole with a soft spot#It’s a small soft spot and it’s mostly reserved for Izuku & kirishima & shoto#What can I say… he’s a guys guy haha#I love my hero academia but I refuse to start writing the fic until liab is done or at least 1-2 chapters away from being done#Pikachu squish face if you see this I still wanna ramble to you I’m just awkward and busy#BUT I WANNA MESSAGE YOU I PROMISE#MHA#<- that’s the tag I’ll use for this since it’s not atla related#I MISS YOU SUSHLER!!!!!#Sushler#Ask
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| | | Fred Rockin that B-Boy Style | | |
#lookin like he's gonna tear up a rival dance crew on the nearest piece of cardboard he can get his hands on#my soft bby boi with some street edge#god I just love him to pieces#look at those pretty baby blues just projecting promises of forever without even saying a damn word#Fred Durst#Limp Bizkit#nu metal#Freddy D#The Chocolate Starfish is My Man Fred Durst#On My Freddy D bullshit for Fred Durst Friday#down the rabbit hole
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!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#A great episode tbh especially given the low budget. I feel like they really did their very best#And even though what I'm going to say next is probably going to be all critic - because I nitpick things and that's what I always end up–#talking about - I still want to underline that it was a very solid and enjoyable episode!!!#Alright the ss/kk was so 💞💞💞 every scene I had to rewatch twice or thrice akhscbashfb they're so cute!!!#Except for the riding scene tho. That scene gives me massive second hand embarrassment every time I just wish it will end as fast as–#possible pffttt. Mmmmhhh... The drawings weren't even too bad all accounted. My main complain is about the quicksand scene...#I feel like that one should be a slow quiet emotional scene. I never licked the choice of using the song as background soundtrack :/#I feel like it ruins the mood of the scene (it was still good though)#I also... Generally don't like the direction they seem to go for with Akutagawa's character in the anime‚ he seems quite a bit flatter–#compared to how he is in the manga. He can't be angry and evil ALL the time you need to show that softness get through from time to time.#If not what even is the point of his character. Yet in the anime he's angry (and not distraught) when he loses the mine craft and he's–#angry when he's questioning Atsushi about his motifs and he's angry when he's bragging about Atsushi's abilities to Goncharov and he's–#angry when he makes the promise with Atsushi at the end of the episode and eventually he'll be just as angry even when telling Atsushi–#to run away as he's sacrificing his life for him. It is pretty flat at the end of the day.#If I can say something about K/ensho Ono without being killed I think they do contribute to making him feel angry all the time.#But that said it's all probably poor directing choices (or simply choices I don't agree with).#Also‚ about cuts. Usually I try to be lenient about it– I understand it's hard to fit in everything and b/sd already does a very–#good job by adapting the manga almost panel-by panel. It's just that... You skip Akutagawa showing compassion for Atsushi after the–#orphanage director died. You skip Atsushi sharing the same compassion when Akutagawa loses his targed in the mines chase. You skip the–#“Nothing special about that. // I suppose he's far crueler than my own mentor.” line. And sure each of them may be negligible by their own#But together they wave a consistent web of relationship between the two characters you know? And it's a loss to omit them all#Well no mind. Again it was still a great episode overall!!!!#I think the colors in the mines could have been prettier in the mines but we can't have it all#Off to season 4!!! Omg I can't believe we got this far :DDD#random rambles#FINALLY was able to catch up in time for the season 3 finale!!!!!!
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my main ocs are alright but the knight’s younger brother (technically a side character) has had a grip on my brain for days now.
#HE WAS 8!!!!!!!!#and he’s not 8 anymore.#jaerambles#oooo when i post about these guys formally. it’ll be something. idk how compelling it’ll be. but it’ll be something!#fellas how do you learn about something no one can tell you. how do you become a man of place if your home got wiped off the map.#and then there’s his relationship with his sister. OTL OTL#what if i just ocpost tonight. LOL#i don’t have refs. not YET but i do have doodles. i can soft launch them? let me do some headshots idk no promises. might just vague#ocposting
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me: I only write eren x reader because I'm not thirsty for any of the other AoT characters
my tumblr drafts:
#levi x reader#TO BE FAIR!!!!!!#I have no idea what I'm going to do with it#I just thought of that intro when I was driving earlier today#I'm going to finish the eren x reader reverse isekai first I PROMISE#but then I might dabble in the x levi fic#I really love the idea of Levi being with someone that's timid and shy#I think the popular personality for x reader stuff with Levi is for them to be a bit of a brat#which like..... fucking go for it man#I can see the appeal to brat tamer Levi#bUT ALSO IMAGINE LEVI WITH SOMEONE SOFT#HE DESERVES TO BE WITH SOMEONE THAT'S SOFT#reader and levi drinking tea together in silence#it's cute#I"m excited to see where this idea takes me....#fic preview#you sell flowers
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*falls on the floor and doesn’t get up for 229034947372 years*
#JAIL#prison even#for the sheer audacity of these intense eyes and those lips and that hair#today i saw a man so beautiful i cried#it happens every day actually#have y’all ever??????#i mean have y’all EVERRRRRER#he’s so beautiful it physically hurts#there’s just something about him in this movie#the softness and willingness to be thrown around and suffer#while his rage simmers under the surface#the only man who can scare the man who’s not scared of anything#cort you sexy man let me take you to the heavens with me#we’ll both have a good time i promise#*jump cut to me climbing him like a tree and covering him in kisses*#the quick and the dead#russell crowe#cort
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OHMYFUCKINGGOD ON THE TOPIC OF VASHWOOD IMMM OKAY UH HOW THeY uuUH cooking meals for each other,?,, mhmbqnd yeA h DOMESTIC? ?? Yes but UM UH, more like, sharing a simple moment doing such a simple thing, yet in spite of how simple the thing is they rarely get to enjoy it, and now that they do it’s togETHER— I WILL,, OHGOD….
What if. Wait a minute. I’m an artist what the fuck.
#they get to use a kitchen and show off what each others maternal figures taught them#Vash rusty as hell but he has cooked and is decent but WW has such a homely seasoning it moved Vash to tears#not even his dramatic for the giggles kind of crying but genuinely moved tears#better yet it’s not full on crying it’s just that. tears slipping out of his eyes and it’s genuine and he is smiling#he doesn’t even praise WW exaggeratedly he just says after the first spoonful ‘this is delicious’ and keeps eating#WW doesn’t say anything he just hums and lets him. eating with him sharing their meal#AAAAAOOOUGHHFUCK GUYS LISTEN I am the weakest soldier in the domesticity war#you have no idea how soft it makes me. it’s peak love for me sharing the mundane#i almost made myself cry writing this. not even the lord can save me#trigun#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun stampede#trimax#vash#wolfwood#nicholas trigun#vashwood#lenssi rambles#writing for this also. nothing long. something similar to the promises post yeah
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idk about anyone else but the horse anatomy glow-up has me shook
#Yana's early horses were anywhere from awkward to uncanny valley#and that sounds like shade but I don't mean it too harshly I promise. horses are hard to draw#but THIS guy! this chapter 196 guy! THAT'S a horse! he's got that soft and warm horsey face!#I trust him... I want to pet his snoot too#meanwhile I trust that Ciel clone as far as I can throw him#kuroshitsuji spoilers#(it's very possible Yana didn't draw the horse but whatever. I don't care who drew it I get to see the horse)#(also good lord I just realized that first horse has a bit in its mouth. that mouth is HUGE)#(that horse is a gotdamn alligator)
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 64
Chapter; Highlights
Hours later, Yrene was still shaking.
At the disaster they'd narrowly avoided, at the deaths she'd witnessed before that wave had struck, at the power of the queen on the plain. The power of the prince who had prevented the ensuing steam from boiling alive any caught in its path.
Yrene had thrown herself back into healing during the chaos since. Had left the royals and their commanders to oversee the aftermath, and had returned to the Great Hall. Healers drifted onto the battlefield, searching for those in need of help.
All of them, every single person in the keep or the skies or on the battlefield, kept glancing toward the now-empty gap between two mountain peaks. Toward the flooded, decimated city, and the demarcation line between life and death. Water and debris had destroyed most of Anielle, the former now trickling toward the Silver Lake.
A vision of what would have been left of them, were it not for Aelin Galathynius.
She'd been asked to inspect the queen when she'd been carried in to a private chamber by Prince Rowan, the two of them borne off the plain by Nesryn. Yrene hadn't been able to stop her hands from shaking as she'd hovered them over Aelin's unconscious body.
There had been no sign of harm beyond a few already-healing cuts and slices from the battle itself.
Nothing at all beyond a sleeping, tired woman.
Who held the might of a god within her veins.
Yrene had then inspected Prince Rowan, who looked in far worse shape, a sizable gash snaking down his thigh. But he'd waved her off, claiming he'd come too near a burnout, and just needed to rest as well.
So Yrene had left them, only to tend to another.
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To Lorcan, whose injuries ... Yrene had needed to summon Hafiza to help her with some of it. To lend her power, since Yrene's had been so depleted.
The unconscious warrior, who had apparently tumbled right off Farasha as he and Elide had passed through the gates, didn't so much as stir while they worked on him.
That had been hours ago. Days ago, it felt.
Yes, she needed to rest.
But a horn, clear and bright, blared from outside.
Everyone halted-then rushed to the windows. Yrene's smile grew as she, too, found a place to peek out over the battlefield.
To where the rest of the khagan's army, Prince Kashin at its front, marched toward them.
Thank the gods. Everyone in the hall muttered similar words.
From the keep, an answering horn sang its welcome.
Not just one army had been spared here today, Yrene realized as she turned back to the water station. If that wave had reached Kashin.
…
Lucky. They had all been so, so very lucky.
Yet Yrene wondered how long that luck would last.
If it would see them through the brutal march northward, and to the walls of Orynth itself.
Lorcan let out a low groan as he surfaced from the warm, heavy embrace of darkness.
"You are one lucky bastard."
Too soon. Too damn soon after hovering near death to hear Fenrys's drawl.
Fenrys's smirk was a slash of white.
"You've been out for a day. I drew the short stick and had to look after you."
A lie. For whatever reason, Fenrys had chosen to be here.
Lorcan thumped his head back on the pillow. "Elide." Her name was a rasp on his tongue.
The last he remembered, they'd ridden through the gates, Aelin Galathynius's unholy power spent. Then oblivion had swept in.
"Helping with the healing in the Great Hall," Fenrys said, stretching out his legs before him.
Lorcan closed his eyes, something tight in his chest easing.
"Well, since you're not dead," Fenrys began, but Lorcan was already asleep.
Lorcan awoke later. Hours, days, he didn't know.
The candle was still burning on the narrow windowsill, down to its base. Hours, then.
He didn't care. Not when the dim light revealed the delicate woman lying facedown on the end of his cot, the lower half of her body still on the wooden chair where Fenrys had been. Her arms cradled her head, one outstretched toward him. Reaching for his hand, mere inches from hers.
Elide.
Her dark hair spilled across the blanket, across his shins, veiling much of her face.
Wincing at the lingering ache in his body, Lorcan stretched his arm just enough to touch her fingers. They were cold, their tips so much smaller than his. They contracted, pulling away as she sucked in a sharp, awakening breath.
Lorcan savored every feature as she grimaced at a crick in her neck. But her eyes settled on him. She went still as she found him staring at her, awake and utterly in awe of the woman who had ridden through hell to find him ...
Tired. She looked spent, yet her chin remained unbowed.
Lorcan had no words. He'd given her everything on the back of that horse anyway.
But Elide asked, "How do you feel?" Aching. Exhausted. Yet finding her sitting at his bedside... "Alive," he said, and meant it.
Her face remained unreadable, even as her eyes dipped to his body. The blanket had slid down enough to reveal most of his torso, though it still hid the scarred-over wound in his abdomen. Yet he'd never felt so keenly naked.
It was an effort to keep his breathing steady beneath her sharp-eyed gaze. "Yrene said you would have died, if they hadn't gotten to you when they did."
"I would have died," he said, voice like gravel, "if you hadn't braved hell to find me." Her gaze lifted to his. "I made you a promise."
"So you said."
Was that a hint of color stealing across her pale cheeks? But she didn't balk. "You said some interesting things, too."
Lorcan tried to sit up, but his body gave a burst of pain in protest.
Elide explained, "Yrene warned that though the wounds are healed, some soreness will linger."
Lorcan gritted his teeth around the sharp stab in his back, his stomach. He managed to get onto his elbows, and deemed that progress enough. "It's been a while since I was so gravely injured. I'd forgotten what an inconvenience it is."
A faint smile tugged on her mouth.
His heart halted. The first smile she had given him in months and months. Since that day on the ship, when he'd touched her hand as they'd swayed in their hammocks.
Her smile faded, but the color on her cheeks lingered. "Did you mean it? What you said." He held her stare. Let some inner wall within him come crumbling down. Only for her. For this sharp-eyed, cunning little liar who had slipped through every defense and ironclad rule he'd ever made for himself. He let her see that in his face. Let her see all of it, as no one had ever done before. "Yes."
Her mouth tightened, but not in displeasure.
So Lorcan said softly, "I meant every word." His heart thundered, so wildly it was a wonder she couldn't hear it. "And I will until the day I fade into the Afterworld."
Lorcan didn't breathe as Elide gently reached out her hand. And interlaced their fingers. "I love you," she whispered.
He was glad he was lying down. The words would have knocked him to his knees. Even now, he was half inclined to bow before her, the true owner of his ancient, wicked heart.
"I have loved you," she went on, "from the moment you came to fight for me against Vernon and the ilken." The light in her eyes stole his breath. "And when I heard you were somewhere on that battlefield, the only thing I wanted was to be able to tell you that. It was the only thing that mattered."
Once, he might have scoffed. Declared that far bigger things mattered, in this war especially. And yet the hand grasping his ... He'd never known anything more precious.
Lorcan ran his thumb over the back of her hand. "I am sorry, Elide. For all of it."
"I know," she said softly, and no regret or hurt dimmed her face. Only clear, unwavering calm shone there. The face of the mighty lady she was growing into, and had already become, and who would rule Perranth with wisdom in one hand and compassion in the other.
They stared at each other for minutes. For a blessed eternity.
Then Elide untangled their hands and rose. "I should return to help Yrene."
Lorcan caught her hand again. "Stay."
She arched a dark brow. "I'm only going to the Great Hall."
Lorcan caressed his thumb over the back of her hand once more. "Stay," he breathed.
For a heartbeat, he thought she'd say no, and was prepared to be fine with it, to accept these last few minutes as more of a gift than he'd deserved.
"Say it," she whispered, fingers stilling in his hair. Lorcan opened his eyes, finding her gaze. "I love you."
"Yrene said you might always have this," she said, her hand mercifully falling away.
"Then it will be the scar I treasure most."
Fenrys would laugh until he cried to hear him speak this way, but Lorcan didn't care. To hell with the rest of them.
Another one of those small smiles curved her lips, and Lorcan's hands tightened in the sheets with the effort it took not to taste that smile, to worship it with his own mouth.
But this new, fragile thing humming between them ... He would not risk it for all the world.
Elide, thank the gods, had no such worries.
None at all, it seemed, as she lifted a hand to his cheek and ran her thumb along it. Every breath was an effort of control.
Lorcan held absolutely still as she brought her mouth to his. Brushed her lips across his own.
She pulled back. "Rest, Lorcan. I'll be here again when you wake."
Anything she asked, he'd give her.
Anything at all.
Too shaken by that soft, beautiful kiss to bother with words, he lay back down.
But until then, he wanted her here. Sleeping at his side, where he might watch over her. As she had watched over him.
Elide seemed to read that on his face, and her cheeks reddened further. "Later, then," she breathed, limping to the door.
Lorcan sent a flicker of his power to wrap around her ankle. The limp vanished.
A hand on the knob, she gave him a small, grateful nod. "I missed that."
He heard the unspoken words as she disappeared into the busy hall.
I missed you.
Lorcan allowed himself a rare smile.
#Chapter 64#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Yrene Towers#no spoilers please#first read#read with me#read along#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 64 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#Elorcan#Yrene-Shaking-Queen&prince quote a pair-Blood glowing-the Line-No time for those levels-He watched her#A tired sleeping woman who held the might of good within her veins-He can heal himself but should take the help but also sweet#to want to tend each another-Carranam with hafiza? How do the healers work-a smile-another prince has arrived-not just one-luck again#GET TO ORYNTH-LorcanLIVES-Fenrys-Darkness embraces him-lol-Their fight-Chosen-Since you’re not dead?-A candle to tell time#A kindness-His hand-Utterly in awe-Through hell to find him-He’d given her every word-Aching exhausted alive&he meant it-#I made a promise-Didn’t balk-😂-Inconvenience-She smiled2-Forgiveness can you imagine🥹-Only for her-For this sharp eyed —#cunning little liar who had slipped through every defense-Let her see all of it-Many loves kindling-poor Gavriel just avoiding everything#What then?-So Lorcan said softly-Every word-And I will-I love you-I will be with you always-I have loved you-He was glad he was lying down -#-so he didn’t pass out-the light of her stole his breath-Since vernon-The only thing that mattered-Most precious-For all of it-#A mighty lady of Perranth-History repeats-I know-With wisdom in one hand and compassion in the other-A blessed eternity-Stay#ALL THESE STAY LINES-So Close-Defiant storm-All these ship making me nervous it’s going to well don’t hurt my bbs-The scar I treasure-BOTH-#Fenrys would laugh talking this way-He would not risk it for all the world-She wasn’t worried for once-Anything at all-I’ll be here#Soft beautiful lingering-Sweet who would’ve thought he’s a lil softie after all-Unbreakable-Dundundun-Watch over him#Driving eachother insane but in a hot way lol-I missed that-I missed you-The brace -Lorcan smiledAGAIN2times-No cages ever again#WELCOME HOME KASHIN YOU ARE GOOD NEWS WE NEEDED YOU#what’s the speech Fenrys?-never known anything more precious yeah that’s elide
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partner bumpies...
florida panthers @ la kings (quebec city) | 10.5.24
#aaron ekblad#niko mikkola#florida panthers#2425#preseason#(bonks you lovingly)(bonks you lovingly)(bonks you lovingl#the physicality of affection#ekkys love language is sticking to your side like a remora and you are a shark#is there something beautiful that their hallway ritual is them bashing their shoulders into each other at full force#but on the ice the bumpies become so soft and tender#also realise that every instance of these two engaging in skinship its always ekky initiating it i need to state that its so important#i have said it before but they are stuck in a warrior cats amv... its the loving bump as they go along their way#you know the coyote waiting for their badger friend to go through the tunnel video? those vibes...#just... kitty bumpies... when kitties bump into each other as affection#also can you feel the love tonight number from lion king#anyways#they are so important to me#ekky really can survive a day without sticking and bumping into someone's side ooughhhhh#mikksy what does it feel like to have ekkys sole attention on you because forsy isnt here#he is burdened by it he begrudgingly (read: is touched) by it#no i have to stop i cant be here right im gonna jdfmmfmgmgmr#ALSO LMAOOO SASHA DRIVEBYYYY#EKKY IN FRONT OF SASHA#YOURE GONNA GET THIS TOUCHY WITH MIKKSY IN FRONT OF SASHA#GIRL YOU ARE SO SO MESSY#do you think mikksy looks over at sasha and gives him a panicked look of i promise this isnt what it looks like please help me#and sasha just chuckles. keeps skating. and lets mikksy have to deal with ekky by himself which is a worse fate to mikksy#okay stopping now i cantnfng
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