#Rekindle A Relationship
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64760905
Title: No Choir
Word count: 1,797
Sam/Amelia, Dean Junior, post-series, disabled sam, chronic fatigue, just Sam quietly living his life as best he can x
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âSam?â
The voice drifted to him, light but edged with concern, as he came-to in the flowerbed heâd collapsed into. He shifted, stiff and slow, damp earth clinging to his palms as he tried to push himself upright. Too late. There was the sharp yap of Miracle, a blur of sandy fur hurtling toward him like a cannonball. She skidded to a halt just inches from his chest, tail wagging. Behind her, Amelia appeared, moving fast.
âSam.â Her voice was more urgent this time, not angry. Just . . . tight. Worried.
She dropped to crouch beside him, one knee sinking into the soft ground, her eyes sweeping him, the same way she looked over an injured animal brought into her surgery, all quick assessments and quiet urgency.
She spoke his name again under her breath, mouth pressed into a tight line, frustration creasing her forehead and the lines around her eyes. He saw her try to suppress it as she lifted them to meet his.
âHey,â he whispered, soft and contrite. His hand lifted, fingers brushing a loose curl from her face. They left a smudge of rich black soil on her cheekbone, and he almost apologisedâbut she didnât flinch, didnât seem to care.
âHey,â he said again, even gentler. âI know. Iâm a pain in the ass.â
Her breath caught in a half laugh. She leaned in, pressed a warm kiss to his forehead. Her lips lingered there for a moment, then: âYouâre damn right you are.â
A low chuckle rumbled out of him, tension easing in them both. âYour bedside manner needs work.â
âIâm a vet, not a doctor,â she said, matter-of-fact, hand dropping to his elbow, steadying.
âSo, you're saying your patients donât usually talk back?â
âNot as a rule.â Her grip tightened, readying herself to help pull him to his feet. âCome on. Letâs get you inside.â Miracle nuzzled at his side in agreement.
Sam waved his free hand in the direction of the flower bed, Ameliaâs gaze followed, landing on the small rose bush, half-set in the dirt.
âWas supposed to be a surprise.â He said, sheepishly.
âOhâ, her fingers slipped from his arm, reaching toward a little plastic label nestled under the bush. She flipped it over, brushing the dirt from its surface.
Renaissance Rose. Variety: Amelia.
She smiled to herself, that little crooked half smile they shared in common.
âI saw it in the garden centre last week. Went back for it while you took DJ to school yesterday.â Roses always made him think of her, prickly but sweet. Not that he'd ever explained it to her quite like that.
âYou want me to . . .?â
He nodded. And she got to work getting the rose settled properly into place.
They kept talking as she pressed soil down around its base. The dog crawled into Samâs lap as he slumped back against the stump of the old apple tree they'd cut down last fall. It had been a loss to all of them, but time and disease had taken its toll upon it. He tried not to think about that too much.
âHow long were you out for?â
âNot sure, minute at the most I think.â
âSam . . .â
âI know.â
Amelia stood, wiping off the dirt on her jeans, then bent down to offer him her hand, he took it and she let him lean against her for a moment, getting his bearings.
âCome-on.â
They stumbled back across the garden together, Miracle trotting at their feet, Amelia grumbling lightly that this would be much easier if he wasn't a giant. He should have brought the cane out with him, saved her the trouble. Sam's fingertips reflexively rubbed small, conciliatory circles into her shoulder. He was going to start using it more, Sally at the support group had shown him where she got her custom one with a dragon painted onto the shaft. Maybe he should get something like that, not a dragon, but something fun.
Riot, curled up in his favorite chair, was soaking up the last of the day's warmth. The sunlight had faded but the heat lingered, and Sam felt it, too, as his fingers ran through the soft fur on Riotâs head.
âI should be taking a page from your book, hey old man?â
Riot cracked one eye open, gave Sam a reproachful stare, that was most definitely in response to Sam waking him up, but he chose to think that maybe he was agreeing, he did need to learn to take it easier.
Sam lowered himself gingerly into the chair next to Riot, he was going to have a nasty bruise on his hip tomorrow. Not that that was exactly a new experience, although there was a level at which it was comforting to come by them by such relatively mundane means.
Amelia placed a hand on his shoulder. Sam reached up and squeezed her hand gently. For a minute, they just sat there in quiet, comfortable silence, the ambient hum of the old house around them. Eventually, she slipped her hand away, and turned to grab something out of a kitchen cupboard.
Before he could settle into the stillness, DJ came barreling into the room, his small legs carrying him full-speed until he screeched to a halt right in front of Samâs chair. A soft toy turtle, his current obsession, was clenched tightly in his fist. He looked Sam up and down for a minute and said, in the blunt tone 5 year olds specialised in, âyou're all dirtyâ, scrunching up his nose. He'd definitely picked up some of Sam's hangups.
âYeah,â glancing down at the dirt caked on his hands, his jeans, his shirt, face mirroring that of his son's as he took in the mess properly for the first time himself. âIt's alright, though, kiddo.â Kiddo. He often found himself referring to DJ that way. His father's voice echoing in his mind, a confusing mix of nostalgic comfort, and disquiet.
Sam rubbed his hands together to shake off the loose dirt, then extended them for DJ to inspect, holding his breath as the little hands turned his hands over several times, making sure.
âBetter?â Sam asked when the inspection was done. DJ nodded solemnly, his expression as grave as a small child could muster.
Sam returned the nod, ruffling a hand through the kidâs hair. He should go wash them properly, and change his clothes. Funny how dirt never bothered him in the moment, be it gardening, or hunting, but the moment he was done and had a moment to really notice, his skin felt itchy with it.
The reflection in the bathroom mirror greeted him the same way it had for what now amounted to most of his life. Sometimes he thought he should avoid looking altogether, but he could never quite manage it. He kept locked eye contact with the figure in the mirror as he turned the tap and let freezing water rush over his hands. He could feel the two of them drifting slowly apart from one another, not that he was ever really instep with his body, but he held it well enough together, with sticky tape and safety pins, most of the time.
One of the reasons he struggled with this energy accounting thing he was supposed to be trying was that âlistening to his bodyâ took such a conscious effort. That, and the years (centuries) of practice at pushing through the kinds of pain most human beings couldn't even begin to imagine, hell, he couldn't even really comprehend it most days, not fully.
He dragged his eyes away from the mirror, there was still dirt under his fingernails, he grabbed the nail brush from the soap dish and scrubbed as hard as he could, some habits die hard.
When he returned to the kitchen, hands stinging but satisfactorily clean, fresh long sleeve jersey top, and jeans, there was a steaming hot mug of tea waiting for him at the table. Amelia was gone, probably upstairs getting ready for her out of hours shift at the surgery. DJ had set himself with a colouring book, focusing intensely on filling in something with a light blue crayon as neatly as he could, the flipper of the turtle had made it into his mouth and he was chewing on it absently. Sam smiled fondly.
He was about to sit back down when he spotted the note next to the mug.
âEat something. Vetâs orders xxâ
Sam chuckled. She'd stop finding that joke funny.
He grabbed a bag of salted peanuts from the cupboard and returned to the tea. Carefully tearing open the packet he fished out a single nut, looked at it suspiciously for a moment, then popped it in his mouth. It was disgustingly salty for his tastes, but he'd promised he'd try. He grabbed another, repeating the process. âIt's a good thing you're not here right nowâ, he thought to himself, âyouâd never let me live it down. See, I told you salt was good for you Sammy.â
He thought about what Dean would have made of his little fainting incident this afternoon. Well for starters, he'd have clucked around him like a mother hen for hours afterwards, in that way that always made Sam feel smothered, babied. And then, the second he felt the imminent danger was gone, he'd have given him a sharp nudge in the ribs with his elbow, and laughed about how Sam had gone for a 5 mile run that morning, but that half an hour gardening had brought him down. And Sam would have laughed along, because it was better than being âlooked afterâ.
He crunched another peanut, they weren't getting any better. He glanced up again at his son, who he'd given his brother's name, even if they never used it, and felt the familiar, dull ache in the pit of his chest. Maybe it had been unfair, putting that name, and all the . . . weight behind it on the kid. It had felt right at the time.
Sam let a deep sigh huff from his chest, slid the mug, and the half empty packet across the table, and scooched his chair over, trying to ignore the way the screeching sound it made as it dragged along the tiled floor set his nerves on fire. He leaned in to peer at the colouring book, âwhatcha colouring?â
âTurtle.â DJ replied, still deep in concentration.
Of course. Sam smiled. âWhat kind of turtle is it?â He asked.
He grinned a wide gap tooth grin up at Sam, delighted at the question âleatherback.â
âMind if I join in?â Sam enquired.
DJ passed him a forest green crayon and gestured at the seaweed bordering the image.
Sam took a sip of the tea, and got to work.
#sam winchester#sam x amelia#DJ#sam and DJ#spn#my fic#this is partly based of my head canon shared by like me and maybe one other person in the universe#that Sam and Amelia met again sometime post series and rekindled their relationship#and also thoughts about sam and DJ#and also soft little thoughts I've been having about post series Sam with chronic fatigue/POTS#this probably has an audience of like 1 (and they are probably me lol)#but it made me happy to write#đ#if you do enjoy it please tell me!!!
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You Don't Know Me
Inspired by this prompt
(Not famous Timmy)
It started off as a normal morning with a stop by a darling little coffee shop en route to work. The aromatic smell of roasting beans wafted out the door as you pulled it open. It was your favorite way to start the day. In fact, you frequented the place so often that they started automatically making your order as soon as they saw you through the window.
"Hey, [Y/N]! The usual?" the barista called out.
"Yep! I'm feeling a couple of pumps of vanilla today, too," you replied as you stepped up to the counter.
"You got it."
You smiled and nodded, stepping over to the shelf of knick knacks and mugs while you waited. You gently picked up a tumbler to inspect its design and pass the time when a familiar voice from your past spoke quietly behind your shoulder. So softly that you could barely hear him over the coffee grinder.
"[Y/N]?"
Your hands froze in place on the tumbler. Slowly, you turned toward the source of the voice, the last person you expected to see in the town you had only called home for less than half a year.
"Wha- It is you! I heard them call your name and thought it couldn't be!" The source let out a surprised laugh and came in for a hug. Stunned, you stood there awkwardly with your arms held out from your sides.
"Timothée? Wha- what are you doing here?" you asked as he stepped back to look at you, your face scrunched in confusion.
"Getting coffee," he replied cheekily. His smile reached his sparkling green eyes, highlighting laugh lines that weren't there the last time you saw him.
You narrowed your eyes at him and playfully shook your head, then turned to replace the tumbler on the shelf before he could see your cheeks redden. "I mean - what are you doing HERE? In town?" You looked over your shoulder back at the man you once called your boyfriend over a decade ago.
"I live here now," he chirped happily.
"Wha- for real?" You spun to face him again.
"Yeah. I just started a new job downtown last week and got an apartment just up the block from here," Timothée answered excitedly. "Gosh...it's just...it's so good to see you! I wasn't expecting to know anybody here. How long has it been?"
"About 15 years since...since the summer before we went off to college." Your voice trailed off.
"Right." His eyes dropped to the floor momentarily. "[Y/N], I-"
"[Y/N]!" the barista interrupted. You held up a finger to pause the conversation and stepped over to get your drink.
"Would you like to join me?" he asked when you returned, gesturing to the table with a mug and a book.
"Oh, uh, thanks but I need to head to work. I just stop in for a drink to go on my way sometimes."
"Ah, ok." Timothée's reply was dripping with disappointment. "Maybe we could catch up over dinner soon?" he asked with a shrug.
"Uh, sure. I really have to go, but I can give you my number and we can set something up. Here." You handed him your phone. "Plug in yours and call so you have mine."
Timothée smiled and took the phone as instructed. He looked down at his own device as it rang. "Same number, I see," he noted.
"You still have my number after all of this time?" you asked in mild shock, head tipped quizzically to the side as he handed back your phone. You felt heat rush to your cheeks again as his hand grazed yours.
Timothée nodded. "I'll message you later. Hope you have a good day at work!"
"You, too." Arms flailed awkwardly as you both decided on whether to give the other a full hug, side hug, or just a light squeeze on the arm. He seemed to do the same. You both landed on a full hug but had to switch the tilt of your heads to keep from bumping into each other. You huffed a laugh and pulled away after a brief moment. "Bye, Timothée."
You walked out of the shop, bewildered by the unexpected exchange. You looked through the window again as Timothée walked back to his table. He made eye contact with you and waved slightly. You returned the wave and half-smiled before setting your sights back to the path in front of you.
Wow. That was not on my bingo card for the day, you thought to yourself. Reminiscent feelings of both young love and intense heartache washed over you. The last time you laid eyes on your high school sweetheart was from the backseat of your parents' car as they drove you and your belongings states away for college. You called and wrote each other, but Timothée ultimately broke up with you by phone right before winter break. He thought you two should both be free to explore other options to be sure you know what you want. Looking back, he was right. You were both too young to be so serious.
Your winter holiday was spent with your parents, sulking in your childhood room when they weren't forcing you to socialize with family. It gave you time to grieve, to be angry. Enough time to say goodbye to the past. You returned to campus a new person, hell bent on exploring your own options and putting Timothée behind you.
You rebounded hard, hit the books just as hard, and finished your bachelors and master's degrees in nursing with a 4.0 GPA and a serious boyfriend, who proposed shortly after graduation. After years of marriage, he, too, decided to explore other younger "options." Newly divorced and a bit jaded, you moved across the country for a job opportunity and a fresh start. It was time to choose yourself instead of waiting for others to do so.
Despite your relunctance to reconnect with your past, you set up dinner plans with Timothée for the following evening. You were wary of spending time with someone with known history of breaking your heart, but you reminded yourself to cut 18-year-old Timothée some slack. You both likely did a lot of growing up since you last hung out. You were now mature enough to set boundaries for your own peace of mind. Besides, you hadn't really made any new friends yet outside of work, so it would be nice to have at least one person to hang out with occasionally.
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You spotted Timothée looking around nervously in front of the restaurant as your rideshare pulled up, fidgeting with a ring on his hand. His right hand, you noted. Relief washed over his face, and his shoulders relaxed when he caught sight of you in the back seat. He flashed that big boyish grin that you love. Loved, you reminded yourself. Past tense. He hurried over to open the door and extended a hand to help you up from the car.
"Hi," he said, supporting your weight as you stood.
You thanked the driver as Timothée shut the door and then turned back to him and smiled. "Hello."
He seemed stunned, just staring at you briefly until he cleared his throat. "Um, hungry?" he asked, gesturing his hand toward the front door of the restaurant.
"Famished. All I had time to eat today was a bag of chips. And not all in one sitting." You walked alongside him until he hurried past to open the door for you again. After checking in, the host led the two of you to the rooftop patio. The light breeze and twinkling lights hung from the trees would normally make for a lovely evening, but it made you panic slightly. Maybe this was too close to a date-like ambiance for just catching up with an old...friend. But it was one of your favorite places to eat, and he was too new in the area to have formed such opinions.
"So just chips, huh?" Timothée asked as he pulled out a chair for you. His breath tickled your bare shoulder, sending shivers down your spine, despite the warm air on the patio. Your eyes followed him as he walked to his seat. Aside from a few nuanced signs of aging, he still looked exactly the same.
"It was a chaotic day at work. One of the other nurses called out sick, so I was covering more patients than normal until his backup came. A couple of patients coded, but luckily, not at the same time. And we were able to get them back." You nodded in gratitude at the server who had filled your water glasses and brought a basket of bread, which you promptly dove into.
"That's right, you were wearing scrubs at the coffee shop. So you work at the hospital?"
"Mmhmm. I needed a fresh start, so I closed my eyes, picked a spot on the map, and started applying to the nearest hospitals. I moved out here about five months ago. Which is why I was surprised to see you. I haven't run into anyone I know except for coworkers. And maybe the occasional patient. This isn't exactly a hoppin' place," you joked. "What brought you here?"
"I, uh, needed a change of scenery, too. New York was a bit too cutthroat for my taste, and nothing was tying me down there, so I started applying to associate positions at law firms across the country and landed here."
"An attorney? Wow, that...that's awesome. I bet your mother is proud. If I remember correctly, she wasn't too fond of your choice of liberal arts degree."
Timothée chuckled. He fidgeted with his glass, tilting it around slightly. He opened his mouth a couple of times, as if he wanted to speak but talked himself out of it. You pretended not to notice as you perused the menu, despite already knowing your selection. Finally, he gathered the courage to ask, "So, uh, if it's not too bold to ask, why did you need a fresh start?"
You paused mid-sip from your water glass and slowly brought it back down. You cleared your throat and dabbed your mouth with the napkin. Right as you started to respond, the server came by to take your order. Once she left, you tentatively resumed.
"My husband...my EX-husband cheated on me. I got the house in the divorce, but it just didn't feel the same since I caught him and that woman...girl, really, a girl 13 years younger than me, in our bed. So I sold everything to start over here."
"I- I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."
"No, I didn't. But honestly...how would you know? We've lived almost another lifetime since we last spoke. You once left me to explore other options, too," you bit back with measured vehemence. You didn't intend to go there so early in the conversation, but emotion overruled.
"I know," Timothée responded quietly. "That's how I know it's his loss." He cast his eyes down to the plate in front of him as the server set down your meals.
The two of you ate silently for a few minutes before you gathered the courage to ask, "Why didn't you call me if you had my number this whole time?"
"I didn't think you would want to hear from me," he practically whispered. He looked up and caught your eye. "And then I heard through some of our classmates that you got married."
"I would have picked up the phone for a friend. And for all of his faults, my ex was not the jealous type." Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you tried to understand.
"I...didn't want to be just friends."
"Oh," you whispered. "Oh!" you said again at a markedly higher pitch once realization set in. "B-but you said..."
"I was young and scared that I was missing out on whatever else was out there. But nobody else ever measured up to what I had with you."
You gawked as you gathered your thoughts. "Timothée, WE were young - we were 18! As much as it hurt, you were right. We had no business making a commitment to each other when we didn't even know ourselves yet."
"I know now." He boldly laid his hand on yours as both of you ignored your food.
You pulled your hand back. "But you don't know me. Just an idea you have of me from when I was a teenager. I'm not the same person anymore."
"That's okay. I'll just get to know you again," Timothée stated matter-of-factly.
"I...," you interrupted yourself with a laugh and shook your head. "I told myself I wouldn't fall for you again tonight."
"But?"
"I...I'm not saying no...just, whoa. I need time to process this. I- I still need time to get to know myself again."
Timothée smiled. "I can wait. But I can't deny the serendipity of it all. I came out here to the middle of nowhere and ended up finding the one person I have wanted to see for years."
You blushed, timidly placing your hand back on his. Before you could speak, your server came by to ask about dessert. Timothée looked at you with that silly grin again.
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"Do you still love cheesecake, or has that changed, too?"
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Edited 6/21 to include tag list again! It had been so long since I posted that I forgot!
@croatianprincess @bluizh @groovy-lady @pmak2002 @itshonestlynotme @parkbabyj @genesis-margarita @superlegend216
#timothée chalamet#timothee chalamet#timothee chalamet x reader#timothée chalamet x reader#timothee chalamet x you#timothée chalamet x you#timothée x reader#timothee x reader#timothée x you#timothee x you#high school sweethearts#divorce#serendipity#serendipitous#reader insert#self ship#y/n#rekindle#love rekindled#rekindled relationship#fresh start#heartbreak
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we really got fooled by them going around saying heâs not our reserve driver, heâs our third driver. our specialest third driver. and weâll throw a honky tonk for him and let him sing his favourite song like he used to at the bbq back in the day. and weâll let him believe this is his forever home
#itâs just that there was a lot of mutual interest to rekindle that relationship#and so much of what they did for him at the beginning was truly out of love and nostalgia for one of their sons#which kind of makes it even crazier and confusing to think how it could all end like this
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Ship so good the official Twitter account for the movie is in support of it:

#love that this is worded like someone tweeting about their favorite celebrity couple rekindling their relationship#benji and ethan as the j.lo and ben affleck of the spy world lol#mission impossible#mission impossible: the final reckoning#benthan#I love that you can also read this as tom cruise and simon pegg as an on-again off-again celebrity couple#i need that forehead touch framed on my wall#iâm not even someone who cares about Word of God or if my OTP is popular but itâs so crazy to me that this ship has stood the test of time#and managed to cultivate even more interest over the years
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"I was using him as a distraction, so I didn't have to feel alone."
Buck literally says this is why he wants to call Tommy to apologize. Because he was using him. As a distraction. To avoid thinking about his feelings about Eddie being gone.
He says this literally to distract himself again because his feelings about Eddie are becoming too heavy in this very conversation. No one reasonable would assume he wanted to call Tommy in that momentâhe should be talking about Eddie there. This is Buck misunderstanding and misplacing his feelings again. Just like he did in 7x04. Instead of looking at those big feelings about Eddie maybe never coming back, he decides he should call Tommy. He's using Tommy as a distraction again instead of unpacking those feelings about Eddie and Chris.
Maddie's right here. He does need to feel all of those feelings. And that means he needs to learn how to be alone. Not because he doesn't deserve to be loved or to be in a committed relationship with someone he cares about. But because the someone he's projecting his feelings onto is not the someone he needs to learn how to miss. He needs to be alone because not being alone right now means not dealing with his feelings. And he needs to deal with them in order to be okay.
#listen#even if they weren't going the buddie route#this would not be a healthy place for buck to decide to enter (or rekindle) a relationship from#if you hook up with an ex to distract yourself from the loneliness you feel at your best friend's absence then.#well.#that doesn't bode well for that relationship#buddie#911 spoilers#911 s8#911 8x11#random buddie thoughts
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Letâs all appreciate the way House immediately honed in on the gas pedal under Wilsonâs foot the moment he realized it was a cop car ahead of them.
That man came up with a plan in 2 seconds and exacted it in 3.
I wish I had that level of dedication and resolve.
#house md#gregory house#james wilson#hate crimes md#what âhate crimeâ you say?#the âhate crimeâ against Wilsonâs Sanity and Good Name#that whole episode was House tryna get his ex(boy)friend to play with him#and Wilson wasâ Not Having It (TM)#you know#up until he was#nothing like throwing a bottle through a stained glass window to rekindle a relationship
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it's so tragic how hard they dropped the ball with adult tai in particular the position they left her in at the end of season one was SO interesting and then they just completely abandoned her entire political career and storyline
#and i love taivan but IMAGINE#tai having to balance her rekindling relationship with van with her ambition!! with her wife and child and political career!!#imagine how tragic and poignant the teen taivan scenes about tai being afraid to go back could have been#with a tai who WOULDN'T just blow up her life for van while they both know van is running out of time#yellowjackets would be so good if it were good
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the thing with swifties using song lyrics to justify their hatred of taylor's exes is that sometimes their lyrical analysis is just bafflingly wrong. I am sorry but how are people with clear investment in and knowledge of her relationship lore saying "loml" was written about joe. please..
#the entire song is literally like#we we rekindled an old relationship from when we were younger. it was very brief but intense. we immediately started talking marriage.#i thought i reformed you from your bad ways. you claimed to be saving me. but then you left.#like HOW is that the same story of the long slow death of something that was once good but led to her having to set herself free#that we get in songs like so long london or how did it end#and as much as sure meaning is not objective and people are free to analyse as they wish#if you're going to be using a song to fuel your public hatred for someone at least make it a song that is clearly about that person đ#talking#taylor swift
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'Came a time, where every starfall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold'
Based on my own challenge to redraw your self ship as the MCR album cover uwu

TaglistâĄ: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @changeling-selfship @crushes-georg @cherry-bomb-ships @rosieaurora @rejaytionships @sunflawyer @in-true-blue-love @tropicalgothships @hotrodharts @1980ssunflower
#artfarts#self insert#self ship#self shipping community#self insert x canon#fictional other#metalocalypse#mtl oc#charles offdensen#charles foster offdensen#đ my bread and butter đ#NAWWWW CAUSE IM ACTUALLY SO PROUD OF HOW THIS CAME OUT đđđ#its such a simple cover but it does SO MUCH#like the simple black and white palette with that splash of red!! IT FUCKS IMMENSELY#and i did the band logo by hand but just used text for the album title ajfjf#i think it all really came together > w <#also the revengencers title is rly just for reference#and idk i think if u squint hard enough the lyrics fit my ship a little.......#especially now that I FUCKING FINISHED THE SERIES WOOOOO#now just for the movie đđ#but yeah uhh was thinking about that time charles spent letting everyone think he was dead 0_0#and the fact that they were probably JUST starting to rekindle their relationship at the time#and how fucking maddddddd she'd be when he came back lmao#anyways i still need him
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I can't help but think of a moment where my misers, knowing how far their evil counterparts have fallen into darkness, would break their hearts but feeling relieved that they never went down that path
Cuz my misers, after the events of AMBC, have learned to accept each other and eventually grow closer
You know what? I can see their rediscovered companionship can give them the best kind of cheesy friendship/sibling power...
I HAD to imagine them being the heroes in a fuckin game based on our aus and shit >:]
I thought about them all being bosses, and who better to put in the video game protagonist area for now than your boys?? They make a very fitting placeholder!!
#i love your idea!! think theyd try to change some minds?#tho my snow and heat miser would laugh at them#unable to imagine themselves getting along like that as they never rekindled their relationship#and then the shit going on with their mother and the humans and environment ofc doesnt help#it just lends more to every fam members madness#ask answered#my art#fan art#the year without a santa claus#a miser brothers christmas#ambc#ambc mother nature family#ideas#doodles#concepts#GIVE EM WEAPONS AND ABILITIES
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posally
#posally#pjo#only the hot girls get it#idk i think sally kind of anchors poseidon and i think poseidon breathes life into sally and thatâs why they love each other#theyâre that warmth of hope in pandoraâs jar. to each other#itâs hard to explain#but poseidon found sally as a person who was probably very lost & possibly bitter#and sally found poseidon period. across his eternity#and i think they both rekindled something in the other that nobody else will ever touch#and i think a lot of their relationship comes down to simplicity and beauty and love. and that was the inspo behind this
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Touch
masculinity can be gentle,
nurturing and kind.
for true masculinity is rooted in peace and creation.
you are a man. a caring man. the rough skin of your fingertips can caress and soothe.
you are capable of soft, loving touch.
you are a man. you can breathe slowly and deeply. you can cradle a small animal to your chest.
first and foremost, you are human.
#freestyle poem#miki writes#this came to me so randomly idk#nothing revolutionary but i like it#poetry#writing#writeblr#men#masculinity#healthy masculinity#ftm#transgender#rekindling my relationship with masculinity#trans ftm#trans guy#transmasc#transmasculine#felt gentle might delete later
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quick sketch of tehse two... nose pq de vez en cuando me la agarro con dos personajes secundarios aleatorios jejsjjsj
#art.jpeg#beastars#beastars bill#beastars els#els#bill#undescribed#do they have a ship tag. i never really consider these things as ships im too removed from the fanbase lmfaođ#their stupid idiot t4t swag compelled me. dumbass4dumbass.#son esa imagen d 'hola si alguien sabe algo de cualquier cosa me avisa'#i dont see them being more than like. friends who kinda like each other and it kinda fades after school...#maybe they meet after cherryton and rekindle and they laugh about how they liked eachother but never did anything about it. but like#bill es muy maricon para meterse con una herbivora. y els dentro de todo a pesar de querer a sus amigos carnivoros la vdd es q#siento que no estaria dispuesta a estar con un carnivoro y menos con uno tan grande como un tigre#entonces queda mas como un. me gustas y te tiro indirectas. pero si te acercas empiezo a mariconear. entendes.#<- im aromantic but my friends were not. im experienced in relationship drama because i was designated to listening to their-#-relationship problems. and you know what they never listened to my advice.#sorry this turned into a wall of text. meperdonan.
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#can i yap for a moment#im extremely sleepy but im feeling very upset and mad and confused#also lowkey questioning whether me feeling all that is justified or if i am overreacting#anyway#made out w a boy tonight#and he wanted to go to his place#and i was like no i wanna stay and dance with my girlies#and he gets upset??#asking why i'd kiss him if i don't wanna hook up and i said i just wanna have fun?#made me feel so stupid#that anger in me led to a little fight with another boy (who was unfortunately very cute) and i just wanted to punch him#i just hate when boys think they're so superior#so i argued with this stupid but hot man#until an ex? friend shows up and he was pretty drunk just yapping about things#anyway he basically told me he'd like to rekindle our friendship#but not in a heyy haven't talked in so long let's meet up again#it was in a heyy let's hang out again got a new big car and moved out of my parent's house đ#which gave me the ick bc that's why we aren't friends anymore and i told him no multiple times#and got sad bc he was one of my closest friends#anyway and then we left the party#this guy pulls me aside the parking lot#and i was so embarrassed bc there were so many people and they were all looking and i could already see people gossiping about it#and i just wanted to die#and then he just CONFESSES??#gives me flowers and all which is saur saur cute#but i legit have zero feelings for him </3#and have commitment issues and have never been in a relationship and don't wanna be in one#actually grosses me out thinking about relationships </3#the confession was so random and i kinda lost another friendship? even tho i wouldn't rlly consider him a friend we just share sum classes#but yeah boys are so stupid and confusing and i dunno how and why i get myself into these situations :') m sorry just needed to rant </3
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The reason Blurr hates Shockwave?
Shockwave crushed him into a cube and killed him. :V
#would YOU give him a chance?#hehehe#Shockwaveâs trying to apologize#and rekindle their once relationship#rambles n stuff#Blurr actually survived that but for the sake of the fic he died
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The first part of today's episode really was like:
Everyone: screaming, crying, throwing up
Saintshin: đ„°đșđ *saint deciding to paint shin* *rolling around on the rooftop* (the most recent confession is giving you goosebumps? Really Shin? But you were definitely happy the 50 previous times when Saint declared his love for you, you ain't fooling no one) *making shin's friends live slug react to them again*
Totally forgot about them taking "couple's" photos which Saint will 100% print, frame, and hang in the living room so that every time his dad and him are having dinner he's looking at Shin.
#high school frenemy#high school frenemy the series#saintshin#hsf#gmmtv series#thai series#at this point I'm pretty sure shin's friends think these two were actually exes and have finally rekindled their passionate relationship#which oscillates from love to hate and hate to love every time they blink#that's why they were giving saint the shovel talk#tew: i bet 50 bhat that today shin will again say that he hates saint#first: i bet a 100 that saint will something insane before dinner#chadjen who's been the marriage counselor for long enough to now better: actually both will happen in a span of 5 minutes#the girls would be betting on this as well but they are too busy surviving the most challenging highschool expirience#which is getting through that one homoerotic friendship with your girl bestie
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