#Sappy but I like it cute

[thelindenpapers]

After What I Seen....

“Well, I can match that!

“Truckers gather stories constantly — and nowadays, anytime there’s a run that creeps the other drivers out? I’m there!

“...Mind you, most rumors are just bullshit. 

"Teenage pranks. Conspiracy theorists scared of their own shadows… or of their new neighbors.

“The tale I’ll tell you about?

“Is what started me taking 'The Unusual' routes in the first place.

“It started when I returned to my hometown, after being twenty years gone.

“It’d seemed a kind of standstill place when I was a girl — because it was — yet, I arrived hoping to see something good and new.

“…Leastways… I looked where my eyes were welcome.

"An isolated upbringing like mine, it caused… deficits. 

"And the deficits caused holes.

"Spaces where things should be. Things that would’ve helped me to relate to others properly.

“Yet, even for what little I had any right to look at — I saw the place hadn’t stood still after all!

“The high school?

"They added a 2nd floor. They’ve got Arts now.

“The family ranch where I’d worked as a teen… their sons weren’t interested in the place, so they'd sold it. It's a Community Garden now. The Pattersons, happily retired.

“Hell, only one thing *hadn’t* changed:

“That diner, over on BlackDuck Road? 'Ruth’s'.

"Still got the best grub for a 100 miles!

“So I walked in, after settling into the hotel across the street from Ruth's.

"And there’s a stranger, chatting with the cashier, who turns to look at me…

“Tall, clean guy; early-50s. Heavy brows and a lined face. Grizzled black hair, beard. Hawkish nose.

“He’s got these warm, green eyes. Like sunlit forests…

“I manage a casual nod without falling over. 

"Ordered Ruth’s pot pie and a sweet tea. Head back out towards the street…

“Well, I fully expected him to stick with the pretty little cashier. But, he follows me out...

“It’s funny. Men my age, they do tend to chase younger folk… but those Old Souls. They're at ease enough in their skins, to not need to feel young via association...

“Or. That’s what I thought, at the time...

“Now, it seems 'Thomas' was on vacation, too. 

"Said his great-grandparents had lived there in town a long time ago, so, he wanted to see if he liked the place enough to move in.

“I’d see him at the library, or hiking around -- especially by the riverside. His father’s folk’d brought a heirloom with them: some kind of gem, or stone...

"He was trying to see where it’d gone.

“Thomas was happy to talk about what I remembered about the town...

"About the bizarre family tall-tales his parents had told him in their senility...

"About what we'd each seen of the world during our respective travels...

"And about all the ways in which the world was both pleasant, and uncomfortably strange, to be inside of...

"We clicked like puzzle pieces.

“By our second week, we just, reflexively, meet up to have our meals together.

"Fishing followed. Dancing. Drinks over at Eric’s Dive.

"By week three… we figure a way to cut our hotel fare in half...

“…Oh, hush, Sam. *chuckles* I’ll spare you the steamy stuff.

“Point is… I can’t ever remember being that at ease. 

"That accepted. That cared for. That seen. That understood...

“Not in town. Not on the road. 

"Not anywhere…

“Anyway.

"One night, Thomas is late getting over to Eric’s for drinks.

“I wait a while. Then figure I'll go 'powder my nose'.

"And Eric confronts me, back by the bathrooms, when I come out: ‘Come here! I seen you go off with that stranger the other night, easy as you please.’

“I says, “Well! He ain’t strange to me! Been seeing him the whole month I’ve been here.”

“‘I known you longer!’

“He knows me better!!”

“And I cuss ‘im out, fierce.

“…oh, stop your fussin’. You know my temper!

"Besides, Eric didn’t really care!: hell, he’d been a damn bully to me since 3rd grade!! 

"He just… hated seeing me happy. And had a need to ruin that.

“So he lunges at me!

“I damn near punch his jaw off. Try to kick his legs out from under him, so’s I can get past ‘im…

“But Eric… hell.

"He’s a thing about town that’s changed, too.

“For the worst.

“He sidesteps… and punches me in the midsection with something sharp...

“Sam, I’ve been stabbed before, but he musta’ hit somethin’ important, because the pain I felt…

"I just drop onto my side like a sacka’ potatoes.

“Bastard drags me into the storeroom. Starts trying to get my dress up… I’m just gritting my teeth. Cursing my head off; trying to press real hard on the wound with both hands — worried I'll bleed out —

“Then we hear footsteps come into the storeroom.

“And Thomas’ voice. Calling for me.

“Eric stands up, ready to attack; but Thomas rounds the corner — wearing this green stone on a thin gold chain — and he sees us.

“Rage fills his face.

“And h-he... Deforms.

“He snatches Eric up like a toothpick!

"Puts a big, transparent hand into his chest. Pawing around inside of ‘im -- as if Eric was a satchel. Eric's screaming...

“Thomas was… growing. Turning inside-out… even the air around him turning … so that there were th-these holes. 

“Spaces where things should be.

“And through the holes: Flashes of images! Wildly shifting states of reality. Feelings hitting me like waves, changing suddenly with the flow of possibilities real, unformed, and unhappened: each one whispering — but all together of such intensity that it sounded like endless shrieking inside my head…

“…I did something I rarely do.

“I *screamed*.

“Thomas’s upper body twists towards my voice as he pulled his hand out of 'em — just this impossible mass of towering voids and billowing shapes. And, in the center it all, atoms gatherin' up, crystallizing to form:

“Eyes.

“Those green eyes of his…

“Not the sunlit forest green that I remember.

“A milky-way-night-sky green:

Filled with blindingly bright fires of galaxies; countless joyful stars in chorus!...

“Filled with dark, lonely expanses I-I can’t even conceive of. Stretching like a single despairing echo into forever...

“He looked at me just the once.

“And then he fled.

“Eric was never seen again.

“...The look in Thomas’ eyes…

“There was that strangeness. And a sense of age several times longer than what my great great gran carried.

"There was ...shame? 

"Even, fear.

“…But Sam, there wasn’t a lick of ‘evil’ in ‘em.

“Afterwards, I’m driving to the hospital to get patched up… but I was so *shook*, it took a couple a' traffic lights before I realized:

“I wasn’t wounded anymore. 

"No blood. No rips in my clothing, either. That dress was just as new as when I'd got it a few hours before!

"I think… I think, when Thomas was rummaging around in Eric… he was looking.

Looking for that moment when I was hurt...that moment that really happened to me… but that was only 'possibility', to someone like Thomas.

“And when Thomas found that moment… he pulled it out.

“Out of Eric.

“Out of Reality.

"...Yeah, Sam, I've looked!

There isn't even a scar! 

“…That fella… I know you can’t see ‘im as human.

“Yet he saved my heart. And then saved my LIFE.

“So. If you see any man or monster by those descriptions whenever you're out there hunting… wouldja' let him live? 

“…At very least… tell ‘im thanks.

“Tell ‘im I love ‘im.”

[laurearte]

Emmène la juste sous l’arbre gros prouveur ✋🙄

[purplebehittindifferent]

I have added a quirky comment here for the last year and a half, however now… I have no words.

jk I have all these words 👇

I know it is very bitter sweet, but this is the end of Reconnecting. Thank you all for coming along on this journey with me. I plan on making a behind the scenes video on my YT sometime soon. Feel free to send any asks you have I want to answer them all!

Please know I am not going to dissapear! I still plan on making content consistently, and my original comic RULE 5 is already underway, and if you’d like I’m certainly not against writing some exposition fics for Reconnecting 💜

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[dustbunsinspace]

Part of 🟢 Leo gets Overwhelmed au🟢

Aah, I’m so happy I made it in in time! 💙✨ Merry Christmas, tumblr nation! Here’s a little comic about 03 Usagi and Leo going so see the Rockefeller tree after the events of the Christmas Aliens episode.

Little post about events earlier that night

Also this is literally how maskless Leo looks to me, he’s so moomincore ;

[gazkamurocho]

Happy Valentine's Day 💘

[poorlydrawninstarsandtime]

[HEY STARDUST, CHECK THIS SHIT OUT~!]

[id in alt]

[skitskatdacat63]

Okay now where's the Seb teddy bear so I can make them kiss each other!?

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[omaano]

... and then Fennec got to make exagerated funny faces at the baby while Boba and Din figured themselves out after the exhibit.

I'd thought I was going to miss the deadline for the @bobadinweek's AU bingo with this one since it got away from me a little, but with the extension I'm more than on time! So here is the Soulmate sqaure fill for my card - I know it's pushing more of a 'reincarnation AU' possibility, but I don't have that on my card, and those two are related anyway. So technically I doubled down on it 😌

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Day 7 of Medival Artober "Blacksmith"

When Y/N goes into the the next bigger village to get some things fixed or ask for something specific to be made for them Sun gets to see a lot of stuff, many things have changed since he was last able to freely roam outside and yet some things have stayed the same. And sometimes Sun dreams of a future as mundane and wonderfull as all these people get to live, as unobtainable as it seemed in the past... maybe, just maybe

[mblue-art]

iwant to shower him w kisses every day

[spaceyalienz]

Me about to sob whenever ‘eye color balled’ comes on in my Charpim playlist bc of how sweet and Pim coded the song is

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I've always felt that it'd be Killua who initiates the first hug we see between him and Gon

[fox-guardian]

if sam and celia continue dating and get into an Actual Regular Relationship and start doing romantic shit i don't think i'll be able to survive. what if one of them leaves the room and the other calls after them like "byeeee~" all sappy like. what if there's fabric rustles. what if they start using pet names. i'll die.

[popcorn-plots]

midnight snack

Stephen sipped at his cocktail, watching the scene before him. It wasn’t much, just a few people crowded in the top deck, swaying to the last song of the night. The inky black water was silent a few stories beneath them, cold wind rustling Stephen’s hair. There were one or two other people at the cafeteria with him, one obviously tipsy and the other nearly asleep on their feet. Sometimes, Stephen liked to speculate on their stories – who they were, what got them to this point. Right now, he was too tired.

It was either listening to the too-loud music with a martini in hand, sitting alone in the cold night air, or going back to his room where nightmares lurked at every corner. Despite the exhaustion, Stephen preferred the martini.

The music stopped and the DJ shouted something unintelligible over the speakers. The tired man near him wobbled down the stairs, drunk girl in tow. Someone cursed. Stephen finished his drink and set it down.

He thought about ordering another one, but the cafeteria was bound to be closing soon – it was 2 AM – and he didn’t feel like getting drunk. Drunk meant the nightmares couldn’t wake him up. He felt a little bad for leaving Christine alone in the room, but she had always been a deep sleeper.

There were footsteps on the stairs and a voice. “Hey, Stranger”

Stephen looked up. Tony Stark was standing above him. “Stark.”

“What are you doing up?” Stark asked.

“What are you doing up?” Stephen responded. Stark laughed and Stephen couldn’t help but grin. He had hated the man for most of his career, and for the first few days of the cruise, but he couldn’t help but admit that there had been some sort of chemistry between them (after his initial disbelief that Tony Stark, of all people, was on his cruise ship). Christine and Pepper hit it off immediately and after a few drinks and meals together, Tony and Stephen had settled on light banter instead of huge arguments. For their Scary Female Friends, they decided.

“Nightmares.” Stark finally admitted. “Mind if I sit?”

“No, not at all. Sit away.” Stark chuckled and sat down. There was a long silence that wasn’t exactly uncomfortable. “Nightmares for me, too. Even in paradise, they still haunt me.” For a moment, Stephen wished he had another martini. In a moment of inspiration, he asked Stark if he wanted one.

“No thanks. Three years sober tomorrow.” Stark explained. Stephen hummed.

Another silence fell between them and Stephen looked down at his hands. He shivered slightly, the chill having finally penetrated his nightshirt. Stark sighed. “I… there’s a lot of evidence that prove that sleeping with someone–”

“If you’re asking if you can fuck me, Stark, the answer is yes. You’re handsome, and while part of me still hates you, another part of me enjoys your company and… I’m intrigued.”

Stark laughed and held up a finger. “Firstly, call me Tony.”

“Then call me Stephen.”

“Secondly, I’d have to buy you dinner before. Sex is a third-date kind of thing. I’m a gentleman, not a monster.”  Stephen raised an eyebrow, fighting to keep the blush away from his face at the fact that Star– Tony didn’t exactly deny his sex accusation. 

“Thirdly, I was saying that studies have shown that sleep quality improves when you literally sleep with a partner. I was going to say that while we haven’t been friends for that long, we've established that we both have nightmares and maybe we could give that a shot and see what happens.”

Stephen took a second to think. “Then you'd better ask me out first, douchebag.”

Tony laughed. It was louder this time, more free and a lot more contagious. Stephen began to chuckle as well, until they were both nearly howling with laughter. Tony had to wipe tears from his eyes before he could respond. 

“Fine." Tony slid onto one knee in front of Stephen's chair, cupping his hands in the air as if he was proposing. “Stephen Strange, will you go out with me and find some weird cruise ship sandwiches so I can literally take you to bed?”

Stephen pretending to fan his face, grinning. “I would be honored.”

Tony grinned, stood up, and held out his arm to help Stephen up. Arm in arm, they made their way to the food bar.

The next morning, Stephen woke up secured in Tony’s arms, never wanting to leave. He hadn’t had a single nightmare, and he started the day refreshed and relaxed for the first time since high school. Tony admitted that he felt the same way and they found breakfast together -- without their Scary Female Friends this time.

Then they got lunch, then dinner, and exchanged numbers. Stephen finally got the fucking he had talked about a week later and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Ten years later, Tony proposed on that same cruise ship, at 2 AM, and with a cucumber sandwich (he proposed again in Italy, on the Rialto Bridge, with an actual ring). Stephen never slept alone again.

Ao3

[of-naboo]

Padmé loved the expression on his face when he saw a new planet for the first time. Even Geonosis, which hadn't exactly been a pleasure trip, had softened his eyes and erased some of the stress from his shoulders. Nooroyo, green and beautiful, lit his eyes with a boyish inquisitiveness and irrepressible delight. She was happy to give him the moment.

Star Wars Queen's Hope, E.K Johnston

[sunburstkisser]

My Beloved Sunburst,

It's been a little while, I know, and I'm truly sorry for it. I just haven't had the time to pick up a pen or a quill lately. My shop gets flooded during the month of Nightmare Night, you know how it is. Ponies come in looking for decorations (In a curio shop? Strange, I know!) and other oddities to show off, or they bring along an artifact they think is haunted or something. It's fun to see them learn that it isn't, or that it is! Both reactions are part of what makes owning this place fun. I'd love to show you sometime ♡

But that's not why I'm writing to you, I just want to tell you how much I miss you. How much I long to be in your vicinity, we don't even have to be talking or cuddling. I just want to be near you, that's how much I miss you. I want to hear your cute little snorts when something interests you within that book you've read for the umpteenth time. I want to see your eyes light up when you finally realize how to put two, or three, unrelated spells together to make a brand new one. I want to watch your ears flick when you hear a teeny tiny sound that takes you out of your own little bookbound world.

If you'd like to cuddle, that'd be nice too. Your steady breathing and your heartbeat are like music to me. I'd give anything in all of Equestria to be beside you right now. You always smell like an old book, it's one of my favorite smells and I'm glad I get to experience it all the time when we're together. The way your soft, love-filled chuckles hum in your chest, and how your voice softens when it's just the two of us. I don't think there'd ever be a better sound to hear than you speaking to me like I'm the most precious thing in your life. SADLY I'm running out of scroll space, though, maybe I'll follow this one up with another here soon. I love you with all of my everything, Sunburst. I'll see you when I can, okay?

Patiently and forever yours, Morbid Curiosity ♡