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nothingbizzare · 3 months ago
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Little sunshine
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apparently-artless · 9 days ago
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Mommy, thank you for all you do.
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barrel-crow-n · 6 months ago
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This scene >>>
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peachdues · 10 months ago
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Thinking about tender, desperate, “I thought I lost you” sex with Kyojuro.
His arms are like vices around you, holding you so tightly it almost makes it difficult to breathe. He’s got his face pressed against your neck, in part because he just needs to be close to you, but also because he doesn’t want you to see the emotion brimming in his eyes; how scared he’d been when you hadn’t returned until days after you were expected, when he’d been nearly out of his mind with worry.
He starts out moving slow; deep. He’s taking his time because he can’t fathom rushing this intimacy with you — not when he’d been so scared that you would return under a white sheet, or not at all because there was nothing left of you to return. But the louder those intrusive thoughts become, the more frantic and desperate his movements are, until he’s moving in you without rhythm or thought; he’s driven only by the need to remind himself that you’re here, you’re safe and whole and his, at least until the next mission.
He’s supposed to pull out — he knows that. But he can’t fathom parting from you right then, and it seems neither can you, given how your legs lock tighter around his waist, your fingers twining in his hair to cement him closer to you. So damn the consequences; Kyojuro’s release slams into him the moment yours does, and as he’s pumping himself into you, he desperately wishes that perhaps his seed will take and you will bear his child — if only to make sure you retire and stay safe.
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nona-gay-simus · 9 months ago
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Some days I truly feel like TLT has ruined... books for me. Like, I don't even like ACOTAR but I can think of at least four series that are basically ACOTAR with dragons, ACOTAR with gods, ACOTAR with vampires, ACOTAR with witches, and that's just off the top of my head.
But there's truly nothing out there that captures all or even some of the elements that enthralled me about TLT. The characters, the character dynamics, the magic system, the voice, the mix of science fiction and fantasy, the prose that knows exactly when to be funny and when to be serious, the queernorm world-building and variety of lesbian genders... It does not exist. Even if I find something with similar themes it will be bland fantasy voice and (most likely) boring straight ship of fem4fem.
It's even ruined audiobooks narrators because no one can compare to moira quirk and her sexy accent and wonderfully animated narration that makes the characters come to life.
And it makes me really sad to think i might never discover another series I love as much as this one. Not even close.
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rayandgay · 14 days ago
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Dad, Mom, this is Q, my boyfriend.
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lonelystarbuckslover13 · 7 months ago
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Today is the last day of the Midnights era. She will be missed ❤️
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"Find me" is the most hauntingly romantic thing to say.
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zu-is-here · 1 year ago
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Captive
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Reaper by renrink
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etheraltides · 1 month ago
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BITTER SWEET ᥫ᭡࿔ - 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!thornton!Reader
Summarize: Rafe Cameron, a rising name in the business world, desperately needs a date for the wedding of the year. With a major investment deal on the line and his image at stake, he finds himself reluctantly turning to the last person he ever expected for help: Topper’s little sister, a girl he’s bickered with since he could remember.
Warning(s): none so far. Despite the photo being used as the cover of the story, there are as little body descriptions for the reader as possible.
A/N: English isn’t my first language and I did my best do edit it all - so if something escaped me, please, let me know .ᐟ
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ Chapter one: sealing the deal ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊
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Rafe Cameron stood on the front steps of Topper’s house, starring at the tall wooden door where the stakes were impossibly high. He ran a hand through his hair, jaw set in frustration. What the hell did it have to be her? He’d asked himself that question a dozen times on the drive over, and still, he hadn’t come up with a good answer. She was the safest option. Not the best. Safest. That was the only reason. Or so he kept telling himself.
As he raised his hand to ring the doorbell, the door swung open and there she was – Topper’s sister, dressed in a loose t-shirt and denim shorts, barefoot on the porch. Your hair slightly tousled framed your face, the same sharp, calculating expression you always wore whenever he was around sent a flicker of irritation through him - it was like you always seemed to know what he was thinking before he did.
Your gaze narrowed, sweating over him, briefly curious and confused.
“Rafe?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re at the wrong house. Topper’s not here.”
He cleared his throat, trying to focus. She always had a way of making him feel like he was already losing some unspoken competition. “I know.”
“Then why have you been standing on my porch like a psycho for the past ten minutes?” You arched a brow, holding the urge to just close the door and go back to your tanning session. You were so relaxed before your phone rang, an alarm from the camera app informing that there was movement in front of the house. You had rolled your eyes when you recognize the figure in the video, hoping he’d leave but he didn’t so there you were.
Wasn’t it too early for your patience and kindness to be tested?
“You are.. infuriating, aren’t you?” Rafe dry laugh escaped his lips, plastering on a fake smile as he held back the urge to call you names. That wouldn’t get him anywhere.
You arched an eyebrow, lips curling slightly at the corner. “So… what do you want?”
Rafe hesitated, eyes flicking to the side for a second as if looking for an escape. He could still leave, save himself the embarrassment. But no, he needed this. He squared his shoulders, locking his gaze onto hers. “I need a favor.”
His words made you arch your brows, head tilting as you watched him with curiosity and suspicious – Hadn’t Topper stopped with the pranks?
Your surprise was brief, barely a flicker in your eyes before you masked it with a smirk. “You need me to do you a favor? Now I have to hear this.”
Maybe Rafe Cameron was finally out of his mind.
Rafe gritted his teeth, your teasing tone instantly getting under his skin, as usual. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
You leaned against the doorframe, your body tilting slightly toward him, but with that same casual arrogance you always carried towards him. “Doesn’t seem like nothing if you came all the way here to ask. So, what is it?”
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, fighting the urge to look away. “There’s a wedding this weekend. The Haverfords’ daughter. I need a date.”
Your eyes narrowed, lips pressing together as you tried to hide a smile, masking your laugh with a cough. “You’re asking me to be your date to a wedding? Are you out of your mind?”
“Fake date,” he corrected quickly, teeth gritted. He ran a hand on the back of his hand. Rafe sighed, shifting his weight “I need this to seal the deal with the Haverfords. Their daughter’s wedding is this weekend, and it’s a high-profile event. Showing up solo? Not good for business. It’s about optics—looking stable, like I’ve got my life together. You help me, I’ll make it worth your while.”
You gave him a slow, incredulous look, eyes flicking over his face as if waiting for him to reveal the punchline. “And why me, Rafe? You could take any girl on the island—half of them would jump at the chance.”
Rafe felt a familiar irritation rising. Couldn’t you say no or yes already? “I don’t have time to babysit someone all night. I need someone who can, you know… hold their own. You get how these events go, and I won’t have to worry about you saying something dumb.”
Your smile faltered slightly, and you studied him for a long moment, as if weighing his words. “So I’m your safest option?”
“More like my most reliable option,” he countered, but there was a tightness in his chest, and he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was treading on dangerous ground. “You won’t embarrass me.”
You crossed your arms more tightly, your lips pressed into a line as you looked at him with a mix of defiance and intrigue. “And if I do?”
“Then I’ll figure it out,” he said, but he could feel the heat creeping into his cheeks. Anger. It irritated him how you had this effect on him, like his heart was suddenly racing, erasing any trace of calmness from his being. “But I need someone solid, not a gold-digger looking for a free meal.”
You stepped a little closer, your expression unreadable, eyes locked onto his as if searching for something beneath the surface. “Was that Rafe Cameron complimenting me?”
“Don’t read too much into it. I think you know how to navigate these situations. That’s all.” Rafe said, trying to keep his tone steady. “Look, if I knew something else would work, trust me, I wouldn’t be anywhere near you right now. And it’s just for one weekend, alright?”
“So that’s what I am to you now?” You tilted your head, finding it rather amused to watch him squirm. Desperate trying to be nice for once. “Your best option?”
“Look, I’m not saying that—”
“But that’s exactly what you’re saying,” You cut him off, your voice rising slightly, though it lacked real anger. Your eyes sparked with something he couldn’t quite define, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “You need me because I won’t make a fool of you.”
Rafe narrowed his eyes, refusing to back down to admit that yes, he was a bit desperate for help. Your help.
He really didn’t want to risk making a not good enough impression. The best investor of Charleston would be in that wedding. Hell, he had invited Rafe himself. The Cameron young man needed him to boost his business to another level. To build something great, a name for himself so he wouldn’t leave in his father’s shadows and hear his disapproving comments whenever he hit the pillow. He’d make his dad proud for once. Be the man of the family.
Your arched your brows, lips trapped between your teeth as the rational voice argued with the kind voice in your head. “You really need this, don’t you?”
You held his gaze, a mix of challenge and unspoken understanding lingering between them. The air felt thick, and for a brief moment, he was struck by the way your expression softened, the corners of your mouth barely twitching as if you were holding back a smile.
“I’ll do it,” you finally said, breaking the tension. “But only if you take me shopping for the wedding. I need something that’ll actually fit in with that crowd, and you’re paying. Of course.”
He opened his mouth to protest but found himself momentarily speechless. “You really think you can just— I don’t have time for this.”
“Take it or leave it, Rafe,” you shrugged, stepping back slightly. The challenge in your eyes was unmistakable, yet there was something else there too, something that made his pulse quicken in a way he didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Fine,” he relented, forcing a casual tone as he looked away, trying to mask the sudden tightness in his chest. “But don’t expect me to enjoy this.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, a sly smile creeping onto your lips. “I’m sure it’ll be a blast… Boyfriend.”
As you turned back to the house, Rafe caught a glimpse of her profile, the way her hair fell just right, and for a moment, he felt an unsettling rush – even her nose was slightly upturned in an annoying way.
While he walked down the steps, he could feel her gaze lingering on him, the tension from their earlier conversation still hanging in the air, heavy and confusing.
“Pick me up tomorrow at noon. Don’t be late, Cameron.” You quickly tell him before closing the door, not leaving any room to argue.
As he stepped off the porch, Rafe couldn’t shake the feeling that this fake date might become something far more complicated than he had intended. It wasn’t like you to do anything that favored him, even for money.
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Lying under the sun, she closed her eyes, trying to relax. But Rafe Cameron’s words replayed in her mind like a broken record. Out of all the people, he had come to her – someone he couldn’t stand for more than half an hour without starting a fight. The thought made her scoff softly, her fingers trailing across the warm fabric of the lounge chair.
What had he been thinking? Or maybe the better question was, why had she even agreed? The sun felt oppressive now, its heat only intensifying the whirlwind of thoughts in her head. The same strange tension that had pulsed between them earlier crept back into her chest. She hated how her heart had raced during that conversation, how he managed to get under her skin just by breathing.
But she could use the money. Soon her college break would be over and her mom wasn’t being easy with her spending habits lately - even threatening to cut her credit card if she didn’t take better care of her finances.
She hoped this would count when she reached heaven’s gate. Helping Rafe Cameron should be a VIP ticket to the paradise in the after life because God knew she’d need all her patience and self control for that.
With a frustrated sigh, she stood up. Enough. She wasn’t going to waste any more time thinking about Rafe Cameron.
Without a second thought, she walked to the edge of the pool and dove in, the cool water enveloping her like a cleansing balm. As she surfaced, the weight in her chest loosened, but she knew it wouldn’t be gone for long.
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at-weeb96 · 2 months ago
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Some cutesy bubbline before bed 😘
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago
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Bitter Sweet Symphony 1
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My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Thor
Summary: you meet a god in real life but he's not the saviour you think.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
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You catch Joanie by her knapsack before she can disappear into the crowd. Your heart lurches as you just picture her tiny stature getting lost in the New York crush. You pull her back to you. 
“Joan, take me hand,” you demand shakily. 
“Sorry, I thought I saw...” she begins then shakes her head. The cat ears on her hat wiggle. She grabs your hand with her small one and you squeeze. “Nothing. I’m just excited.” 
“You know mom would kill me if I lost you,” you draw her out of the way of another pedestrian. The man in his suit doesn’t spare you a single thought as he charges by. 
“Ha, I’m not going to get lost,” she insists. 
You grumble but don’t voice your anxiety. She’s young and it’s all so big and loud to her. She’s still to young to be scared. You admire your half-sister for that but it also fills you with dread. 
“I did!” She squeals and jumps in her pink high tops. “I saw him, I saw him.” 
She points and her hand bounces off the hip of a woman strutting by. You apologise and once more redirect your sister. You squint and search in the direction she pointed. Yellow taxis honk as they roll by and jay walkers dodge between them. 
“Thor!” Your sister hollers and hops up again, waving her hand. 
That’s when you see him. You don’t know how you missed him. There’s so much going on that all the buildings and bodies blend together. For as long as you’ve been in the city, you’re still not used to the chaos of it all. 
“Thor?” You echo her. 
“Duh! God of Thunder! He hangs out with Iron Man.” 
“Right,” you shepherd her back before she can get underfoot. “You know what mom says about talking to strangers.” 
“He’s not a stranger, he’s a hero.” She argues. 
“Maybe but I’m sure he’s just trying to live his life. He doesn’t look like he’s hero-ing right now, kiddo,” you chide. 
“But...” her face falls. “But we don’t have heroes at home! What if I never see another one again? I just wanna say hi.” 
“I know, Joan, but I...” you pause and glance back. There are others clustering around the tall man. He smiles and welcomes them as he greets them all graciously. You just hate to be in others way. You should have considered that before you moved to one of the most overcrowded places on earth. “Alright, but we’re going to go down and cross at the walk, right?” 
She harrumphs and agrees begrudgingly, “right.” 
You take her down the sidewalk, clamped onto her as you steer her around the New Yorkers trapped in the tunnel vision of their own existence. You get to the corner and wait and cross with a cluster. You glance down the pavement as Joanie squirms. 
“Oh no, I think he’s gone,” she whines. 
You look desperately ahead and grimace. You hope you didn’t ruin it for her. You drag her along, hoping that long blonde hair will pop up again. It doesn’t. You get to the exact place you spotted him. He’s not there. 
“I’m so sorry, Joanie. I just wanted to be safe.” You turn to her, your chest dropping. “I’m so sorry.” 
“It’s fine...” she drones and hangs her head. 
You stumble as a man knocks into your hip. You try to make yourself smaller but it’s hard to dodge anyone on the sidewalk even without a little extra cushion. You peer around and your eyes catch on the hanging sign of a bakery. 
“How about a treat instead? You love cupcakes, right?” You coax her. 
“Mm, I guess,” she shrugs. 
Her disappointment stings. You feel horrid. You know she’s going to hold onto this. 
“Come on, let’s get out of this,” you pull her to the bakery door.  
As you enter, you sigh. You’re happy to be free of the city crawl. You look up at the menu above the counter. You’ve never been in here before. It’s a nice place and the desserts look immaculate. They’re also expensive. 
“Look they have a unicorn--” You begin and Joanie rips her hand away as she wiggles. 
“He’s here!” She cries out. “It’s Thor.” 
Her voice carries across the space and you cringe and you look over to find the man, or god, in question. His blue eyes round as he bites into a cupcake piled with icing. The sugary topping marks his nose as he pulls it away and gulps. He gives a goofy smile. 
“Joanie,” you whisper, “he’s just trying to enjoy his food.” 
“Little one!” He waves before you can deter her. “You know me.” 
Joanie giggles and squeals and skips over before you can stop her. You trail after her reluctantly as she hops up to his table, “your Thor, king of Asgard, God of Thunder!” She jitters. “I know you!” 
He booms with laughter and wipes the icing from his beard and nose. His cupcake is forgotten on a small saucer. “An honour to meet you...” 
“Joanie!” She nearly hollers. “My name is Joanie.” 
“Ah, a beautiful name,” he praises and his eyes wander over you as you hover behind her. “And this lady, your mother?” 
“Sister!” Joanie replies before you can and gives your name. 
You try to smile as he grins at you and his eyes seem to sparkle. You wonder if that’s a god thing. Your cheeks are hot as his gaze bores into you. 
“Are you here for the cupcakes? They are delicious. I recommend the confetti.” He puts his attention back to Joanie. “Would you like to join me?” 
“Oh, sir, thanks, that’s so kind but we’ll just be getting ours to go--” 
“But--” Joanie begins to whine and you lay your hand on her shoulder. 
“If you don’t mind. She’s a big fan.” 
“Not at all,” he assures you. “Allow me to treat you. What are we having?” 
He stands and you shrink as he towers over you. There aren’t many who can make you feel small. You can’t help but take a step back and herd Joanie with you. 
“Um...” you look over, “it’s really—I don’t mind. I can’t get ours. We’ve already bothered--” 
“I must insist. As a king, I prize courtesy above all. Please sit and allow me to bring you some sweets.” 
“I want the unicorn!” Joanie demands before you can stop her. You give Thor and apologetic look. He only seems amused by her awe. 
“That’s very generous of you, what do we say, Joanie?” You say. 
“Please and thank you,” she chirps. 
“Yes, thank you, Thor. I’m fine with something simple. Vanilla is good for me.” You move Joanie away from him, “come on, let’s sit down. We’ve done a lot of walking.” 
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back-in-2037 · 9 months ago
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Meet the Robinsons things I think about way too often.
I love this movie so much and have been fixating on it for like a year now, so here are some unsolicited thoughts of mine about it.
-How Lewis was so affected by the countless rejections from potential families that, never, in twelve years, did he ever think that there was a possibility that his birth mother might have wanted him until Mildred brought it up.
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-How Bud and Lucille got to spend one more day with their son as a child.
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-How guilty and hurt Franny must have felt after making Lewis the offer to adopt him and then taking it back right after it was revealed to her who he really was, knowing just how much her husband wished to hear that a family wanted him after being turned down so many times as a child, and having to take that hope away seconds after, making her husband's younger self feel rejected once again.
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-How Lewis looks at young Franny when they meet at the science fair.
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-How Lewis built the memory scanner to try and find out what his mother looked like, and when it finally works, we see Lucille.
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-How Cornelius most likely had to wait 17 whole years to see his best friend again.
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chuluoyi · 5 months ago
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i’m thinking of . . . modern, no curse au in which you and gojo are mortal enemies since high school (twist: you used to have a crush on him until he mocked you and you hold a grudge on him ever since)
years later, your life is a mess: your parents went bankrupt, you’re trying to make ends meet and they push you to attend blind dates while you’re still haunted by a past abusive relationship. at one point you made the mistake to borrow money from gojo and he never stops pestering you about it ever since
and so when you have enough of the money and about to return it, he asks to meet up. but to your shock, he refuses your repayment as he suddenly proposes something else—
he says you can keep his money… by marrying him for a year
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athanmis · 11 months ago
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i'm going home everybody...😿
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respectthepetty · 5 months ago
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THE QUEER LIVES!
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Sweet Bitter Hell did not bury the gay, and he actually got a happily ever after!
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A gay man survived and thrived in a Korean het drama in 2024.
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What a time to be alive!
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