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[vergilthelibrarian]

A Sweet Love.

Love at first sight was something that you never really believed in. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe in love, it was more so of you just thinking that the concept of love at first sight being silly.

In your eyes, love took time.

It starts off as an infatuation, your cheeks becoming warm whenever you look at your object of desire. How flustered you get whenever you converse. How butterflies would fly so much in your stomach, you fear they may fly out of your mouth whenever you were near them.

And then those intense feelings began to settle down. Your nerves tend to calm and though you still feel your heart skip a beat, there is a warmth there. A loving pain in your heart whenever you think of them or are reminded of anything of them, and you realize right then and there that you are in love.

Taemin made you feel all those things. From the intense feelings that comes with a crush, to the sweet feeling sting of your heart when you realized that you were in love.

Though you yourself did not believe in love at first sight, Taemin on the other hand, did.

When he first saw you in the practice room, Cupid truly had shot an arrow in his heart.

Usually, Taemin could flirt pretty well but with you, he became rather awkward. Tongue tied the first time he ever said hi to you as he introduced himself, stumbling over his words, his cheeks turning rosy but the sweet giggle that fell from your lips rung through his ear and shook his body and he knew right then and there that you were the one.

His soulmate, twin flame, you name it. You were all of that to Taemin and more.

And he knew he would have to tell you. Because if he didn’t, you were going to be whisked away, out of his reach and into the arms of someone else and he hated to admit it, but he was rather selfish when it came to you. He was greedy for your love.

The look of surprise that painted his features when you also admitted your feelings for him was one that made you giggle. It was cute. You always found the things he did cute and funny.

But, as time passed and the more time you spent with him, practicing and performing at music shows and concerts, you began to realize that there was a reason you always found the things Taemin did cute and funny. Why your heart would flutter when you would think of him. Why you would smile when were reminded of him by things that others would consider to be mundane.

You were in love.

You had fell and didn’t even notice the fall.

But it was a wonderful feeling to be in love and it was even more wonderful to have the one you love, love you back and to love you back passionately.

But what wasn’t wonderful, was having to hide that love from the world.

Taemin was celebrity, the crown Prince of Kpop.

You on the other hand was just a back up dancer and though the others around you didn’t mind the relationship, apparently they would tease Taemin for his deep infatuation for you, society will not be as nice.

To the majority, if Taemin were to be in a relationship, it had to be with another celebrity. Whether that celebrity is a singer like him, or an actor or model, they had to be on his level. Why would he date some back up dancer? It would be silly to have a backup dancer as a girlfriend...

So, you two thought it was best to hide your love as best as you could, but that didn’t mean that you never loved each other in public.

Whenever a performance was over, Taemin would walk with you offstage, a smile on his face as he talked about how great you were. He would sometimes walk a little too close to you whenever you guys went out on dates, brushing his hand against yours for only a few seconds, causing you to become flustered as you where outside and not in a private setting. You would wear his jackets from time to time, lying to those who didn’t know of your relationship that you got it as a gift from a friend, when in reality, you had stolen it out of his closet because you thought it was cute. The little glances you would give each other on stage.

It was the little things like that that made it easy to be with Taemin.

Of course, you would fight, all couples have their arguments, but they were never that bad.

And oh, how your heart broke when he had to leave for his mandatory military service.

You didn’t want him to go. Taemin didn’t want to go either but it was his duty. He had to.

As much as Taemin loved you, he told you it was okay to leave.

“You shouldn’t have to wait for me.” He said, “Plus, wouldn’t you want to be with someone who could proudly say you’re theirs?” he questioned.

To you, that question was such an insane thing to ask.

You understood where he was coming from, but you were just as in love with him as he was with you.

“Taemin… Why would you even suggest that?” you asked, looking at him like as if he was crazy.

“I just… Our relationship. I can’t give you the love that you deserve if you’re just a secret. You should be with someone else, someone who can loudly proclaim their love for you.” His eyes were downcast, but his face was serious.

Your heart stung in pain seeing how serious Taemin was. It told you that he’s been feeling this way for a while.

“Taemin… Taemin, I love you. I want to be with you. Only you. No one else.” You held his face in your hands. Your hold was as gentle as your voice. “I’ll admit… I sometimes wish that we can have a normal relationship. That we can go out as a couple without worrying about what your fans the public would thing.” You lean in close to him, your voice soft as you whispered, “But what I wish for more is to always be with you.”

Taemin eyes were watery, his jaw was clenched.

He couldn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. His throat burned as he felt himself cry lightly.

You wiped his tears away, a soft smile on your lips.

“I’ll wait for you. I always will wait for you.”

As you said those words, you realized that it wasn’t just about his military service.

These words held much more weight to it.

What you meant was that though you may be a secret now because of his fear of what others may think. Because of what may happen to his career. Because of what you may face because of his love for you, you will wait until he is ready to be open to everyone about his love for you. For his heart to not long to hold your hand more firmly while out in public anymore. To give you sweet kisses no matter what others will say and think.

You were going to wait until he became more confident in his love for you and yeah, it did hurt to have to hide the love you have for each other from others in fear of what other people will say… but you was willing to wait for the day he can say, “I love you,” with his voice and not just with his eyes around everyone, without any fear or hesitation.

You will wait.

And you did wait for Taemin.

For two years you did and to others, those two years doesn’t seem like a lot but to you and Taemin, it felt like a decade.

Though you and Taemin did see each other whenever he was allowed to, hiding your relationship became even worse. If anyone in the military found out, loose lips will surely expose your relationship and who knew what Taemin would be met with when he discharged if it came out.

You were so worried about Taemin. He was dealing with so much. He was much more depressed, his anxiety high. All you could do was just try your best to comfort him.

You cuddled with him, talked to him about his struggles. You would even buy him little gifts to brighten up his mood. And though it was just for a moment, his eyes would light up and his body would relax.

You wanted to be Taemin’s home and Taemin was thankful for you.

When April 4th came around, you were excited, but what you didn’t expect was for Taemin to ask you to pick him up.

What you also didn’t expect was for him to kiss you passionately in front of his fans and others, to whisper “I love you,” against your lips.

Your heart was beating so fast, you felt flushed. You felt as though you would faint at any second, but Taemin held onto you, anchoring you down.

Eyes widened and gasps were heard. You were terrified of this day, of when Taemin was ready to love you openly.

But that was months ago and as you would go on twitter or Instagram, you couldn’t help but smile stupidly as you see Taemin’s fans point out every interaction you two had with one another. Connecting the dots of your relationship. It was always there; it was so obvious to them how much love Taemin had for you. They saw how much Taemin looked at you as if you were his whole world and they also saw how much love shone in your eyes as you whenever you would glance at him. They couldn’t be any happier to see that he was happy and even though there were those few fans that were jealous and flat out angry that he was with someone, the majority was happy to see that Taemin was happy.

Taemin’s happiness was their number one priority, and it was clear that you made him deeply happy.

They couldn’t deny the soft look of love that appeared in his eyes whenever he would gaze at you. That same look that would make your heart flutter. That same look that would suddenly make you feel shy and slightly insecure.

But that insecurity always faded away whenever he placed a gentle kiss on your lips, whispering “I love you,” making you feel nothing but pure bliss.

[docheros]

Little girl

"— You think yourself a hero, little girl? — He approached her, squatting to her eye level — You think you will be the one to end me?"

Pairing: none

Based on this prompt

Taglist: @the-pastel-kitsune @arthyritis @glass-trash-bab @uhhbeans

Anti hissed when he felt a pebble hit the back of his neck. Massaging it, he rapidly turned to find out who was the bastard that had hit him.

A little, frail looking girl. Wearing pigtails, pink shirt and white skirt. And a look of someone who had everything taken from her.

— You leave daddy alone!

Lazily, he looked at the man shaking under his grip. That damn alcoholic.

— So you're his daughter, huh? — he let go of him abruptly, smiling widely at the girl — You think yourself a hero, little girl? — He approached her, squatting to her eye level — You think you will be the one to end me?

He was a giant next to her, taller than mommy and daddy, worse than any bogeyman they protected her against.

And it was her turn to protect them.

She spat on his face, just as she had seen Luis do before.

— Shut up! I won't let you hurt the people I love!

— Your fucking brat...

He grabbed her by the collar and lifted her off the ground, causing the semi-conscious man behind them let out an agonizing scream. As if she didn't care, she raised her shaky right hand and put her index and middle fingers together and raised her thumb, simulating a gun, and aimed right at his forehead.

— Tag — she showed her tooth gap in a smile, “shooting” — you’re it.

Anti was thrown away, releasing her into the air, leaving a green smoke trail behind.

He gritted his teeth. That was certainly the magician’s work.

[inkskinned]

i think a lot about exactly 1 thing from the roman empire: the concept of bread and circus. the idea was that if your population was fed and entertained, they wouldn't revolt. you are asking us to give up our one small life, is the thing - for under 15 dollars an hour.

what would that buy, even. i am trading weekends and late nights and my back health. i am trading slow mornings and long walks and cortisol levels. i am trading sleep and silence and peace. for ... this. for what barely-covers-rent.

life really is more expensive right now. you aren't making that up. i make almost 3 times what i did 5 years ago, and despite an incredibly equal series of bills - i am still struggling. the most expensive line item i added was to own a dog. the money is just evaporating.

we were okay with it because it's a cost-benefit analysis. i could handle the customer harassment and standing all day and the manager's constantly changing temperament - i was coming home to hope, and my life planned in a blue envelope. three hours would buy me my dog's food for a month. i can give up three hours for him, for his shiny coat and wide, happy mouth. three days could be a new mattress, if i was thrifty. if i really scrimped and saved, we could maybe afford a trip into the city.

recently i cried in the car about the price of groceries.

business majors will be mad at me, but my most inflammatory opinion is that people should never be valued at the same place as products. your staff should not be a series of numbers in an excel sheet that you can just "replace" whenever you need something at that moment. your staff should be people, end of sentence.

it feels like someone somewhere is playing a very bad video game. like my life is a toy. like someone opened an app on their phone and hired me in diner dash ultra. they don't need to pay me well or treat me alright - they can always just show me the door. there is always someone more desperate, always someone more willing.

but i go to work and know i could save for years and not afford housing. i am never going to own my own home, most likely. i have no idea how to afford her ring, much less the wedding. my dog doesn't have his own yard. everything i love is on subscription. if i lose my job, i have no "nest egg" to catch my falling.

this thin life - they want me to give up summer for it. to open my mouth and throat and swallow the horrible hours and counted keystrokes. they want me to give up mountains and any non-federal holiday. to give up snow days. to give up talking to my mom whenever i want. to give up visiting the ocean and hearing the waves.

bread and circus worked for a while, actually. it was the kind of plan that would probably now be denounced by republicans as socialist commie liberal pronoun bullshit.

but sometimes i wonder if we should point them to the part of the history book that says: it worked until it didn't.

[actual-changeling]

So, I was rewatching the kiss scene frame-by-frame, as one does, and I realized something. First I thought, well, Alex, you probably saw that wrong, let’s keep going. A minute later, however, I was confronted with the reality of no, not mistaken. 

Maybe I am late to the party and everyone has already seen it and knows about it, but in case there are people that haven’t: Aziraphale not only puts his hand on Crowley’s back, he puts his left one on his waist BEFORE that.

Not just that, he slides it up and also uses it as leverage to pull Crowley closer. I could go through those few seconds one frame at a time, but that would take forever, so I will give you the highlights in chronological order.

His hands flutter around at first and don’t settle anywhere, which is actually really useful since it shows us what the angle for that looks like.

Now, the next time his left hand moves up, look at the progression. It does not go down the same way as before. Instead, it moves inward and against Crowley’s waist. And it STAYS THERE right up until he moves both of his hands away.

Look at the angle!!!! Look at how it moves INWARD and towards Crowley instead of straight down like before.

Still moving towards Crowley with a slight downwards drift because he is aiming for his waist.

Now it is too low for us to see but I think it is very obvious where his hand has settled. Maybe I am going insane after only thinking about this show for almost a month straight. Maybe not. Call me crazy but the angle here is DIFFERENT. The second one very much looks like he is holding onto Crowley.

Aziraphale kisses back. Fully kisses back. Somehow, that wasn’t enough for Michael Sheen, no, he had to fully commit to it and *close his eyes* when he reciprocates, too. Look at this!!! The way his eyes flutter shut when Crowley first grabs him, then open, and then CLOSE AGAIN when he starts holding him in return. Kissing back with his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around him. The last picture is right before he moves his hand to his waist/the frame after the camera angle changes.

Anyone else losing it right now? No? Just me? That’s fine, although I most definitely am not. Fine, that is. Michael Sheen I’m sending you my fucking therapy bills.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[dunmeshistash]

Okay, hang on, wait a minute, I was looking thru daydream hour, as I do, and I saw this page I usually just skip past

And at first I thought the left half was just random characters for some reason? But it's for the changelings, like that's dwarf Chilchuck and dwarf Laios bellow I think, and on top.... Is that elf Senshi???? That's Senshi's clothes right?? And the super round Senshi eyes, plus he's the only one with big wavy hair

Why did I just assume this was a random elf girl?? The first concept for elf Senshi was even more feminine???

I am shocked and delighted

[teaboot]

Social anxiety level: Chatting with someone experiencing a schizophrenic episode and becoming increasingly self-concious of how I'm just saying "That sounds really stressful", "I've never heard of that but it sounds scary", and "You must be pretty worried about that" over and over again

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital comic of Celia Ripley and Samama Khalid from The Magnus Protocol. Celia is a taller, slim, Korean woman with pale skin, short black hair, rectangular glasses, gold piercings, and dimples. She is wearing a coat, vest, scarf, trousers, and nice shoes, all in green and dark purple with gold accents. Sam is a shorter, fat, South Asian man with brown skin, short curly black hair, a mustache and small goatee, and black earrings. He is wearing a coat, turtleneck, cardigan, trousers, and nice shoes, all in brown, dark red, and green.

They are standing in a hallway in front of a closed door. Celia is spinning a set of keys, and they are smiling at each other.

Celia: Well, this is me. I had a really good time, Sam. Sam: Yeah, me too! Celia: We should do this again. Sam: Y-Yeah! I'd like that a lot, Celia.

She goes to unlock her door, peeking back to smile at Sam, who is standing awkwardly, looking away. She opens her door with a creak and gives him a shrug.

Celia: Thanks again for walking me home, Sam. I really appreciate it.

She pauses, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. Sam smiles, gesturing about sheepishly. The text as he speaks takes up the next three panels, partly obscured by the two of them and fading towards the bottom.

Sam: OH! Well, you know it was no big deal I just figured you know. It's polite and it gives us more time to talk and it's not always safe out there at night. Not that you can't handle yourself I just you know and I figured company would be nice on the walk back and we were already having so much fun so-

As he talks, Celia calmly steps closer, smiling, lifting her hands up near his face. He notices her hands, looks up at her, and then looks slightly downward towards her lips as she leans closer, his eyes going sparkly. A shadow falls over him as she blocks out the light.

Sam: It's really no.... problem....

She smiles, looking at him with intent and then looks down at his lips. A pink haze appears behind them in the background. She finally tilts her head and kisses him, knocking her glasses askew. The background is all pink with hearts surrounding them. There are two closeups, one of their lips touching and one after they've pulled slightly back, lips glistening and pink sparkles surrounding their faces.

She stands back up, smiling down at him, pink haze fading behind her, before startling slightly. She is still holding his face, slightly squishing his cheeks. His eyes are still shut and he is blushing severely, hair slightly mussed. He opens his eyes, expression vague, with tiny hearts in his eyes and sparkles around him, pink haze remaining behind him, before he suddenly tips back, surrounded by hearts, and giggles "hee-hee". The tail of the speech bubble forms a heart. Celia panics, leaning forward to grab him.

He snaps back, haze gone, with a "POP!" as she pulls him up, and they are chest-to-chest for a moment before Sam pulls back, blushing, looking awkward. He clears his throat before abruptly turning around and walking off.

Sam: OKAY BYE CELIA. (smaller bubble, an aside) Sleep well.

She watches him leave, amused and confused, and chuckles "heh-heh", a couple hearts around her. She waves, heading into her flat as he leaves, embarrassed.

Celia: See you at work Monday, Sam! Sam, in a thought bubble: FUUUUCK

end ID]

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I FINISHED THE THING YAY please enjoy ripsam being. silly geese <3 after a nice date <3

[skeletonthecreator]

btw anyone whos following the drake/kendrick thing but doesnt listen to rap music. this is a sign you should start listening to rap music. listen to some kendrick. you wont regret it i promise. listen to to pimp a butterfly. listen to good kid, m.A.A.d. city. listen to other rappers to, not just kendrick. if anyone wants recommendations feel free to message me/send an ask. rap music is awesome. this is your sign to get into it. rap is such a broad genre with so many incredible artists, there is something for you i promise.

[malmagmafr]

I finally got my cactus dragon!

[hailsatanacab]

"Well, this is a bad idea," Tim says, hands on his hips as he surveys the mess they’ve made in the cave.

"Nah," Danny replies, twirling his screwdriver in the air in what is probably meant to be an impressive trick to inspire confidence, except he fumbles it and it clangs to the floor loudly, "we good. If a younger version of myself hasn't come forward in time to stop me, how bad can it be?"

"Shouldn't it be the other way round?"

"What?"

"Normally, it's an older version of yourself going backwards in time to stop you, right?"

"Not in my experience."

Danny's grin is impossibly feral and a shiver runs up Tim's spine.

"This is definitely a bad idea."

[mrghostrat]

BNF Chapter 17 • December 19th • [ ☕️ ]

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[australet789]

"Alastor is a villain because he chained poor Husk 🥺"

I think you all forget THIS is the Husk that made the deal with Alastor:

The Husk that was so careless and selfish that was gambling SOULS, to the point he gambled his own soul away to save his powers.

[siriusly-the-best-bi]

guys the kiss was so important especially from a narrative and storytelling perspective because it was literally Crowley taking everything that's happened between them, every unsaid intention and every unspoken promise, and making it physical.

He's taking their arrangement and every other bullshit excuse they've ever used to hide how they feel about each other and throwing them out the window to put their feelings into an undeniable physical action that holds a lot of meaning to humans in order to be absolutely sure that Aziraphale knows exactly what he means when he says "we could have been Us." He wants to be absolutely sure that there are no misunderstandings between them and know that Azirphale will be committing to this decision with absolute reassurance that he's been understood and rejected anyway.

he's taking a human action with so much meaning and so much importance, and he's using it as a way to desperately make Aziraphale completely and undeniably aware of what he's stating. No more charades and no more lies or cover-ups. There's no denying this thing between them now, and Crowley did it the human way. Because he and Aziraphale love humanity and it's everything to them in their own ways.

There's a reason we saw a kiss between Crowley and Aziraphale, and not Gabriel and Beelzebub, despite them both being undeniable foils.

and really if you just think about that isn't it so god damned beautiful?

[bad12amcomic]

Drapery

cw unreality, scopophobia, injury, mind control

Summary: In his very first fight, Hotguy very bravely and with no problems whatsoever dispatches the terrible villains Gal and Guy! Except wait, maybe that’s not right—Hotguy edits the narrative as he goes, removing Guy and silencing Gal as needed to make himself look like more of a hero as he tells his story. Gal and Guy aren’t amused, but not to worry, they’re defeated! There’s no need to thank him!

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