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damonp304 · 2 years ago
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Two Strikes And Dayna Abraham Still Wrote Calm The Chaos | SummitPressPublishers
🌟What happens when the agent with whom you have a relationship turns down your firsts proposal AND tells you your credibility is in question? If you're Dayna Abraham, you keep going. You write a new proposal that gets you a 6-figure book deal AND you write the book in less than 6 months. Because your mission and vision are bigger than self doubt. www.calmthechaosbook.com
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whirlpool-blogs · 5 months ago
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(small child starting to meltdown) “Hey, hey. *snapping* We’ll play later, okay?”
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superbat-lmao · 2 months ago
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The minute they turn 18, Jon and Damian elope.
Compared to the rest of the Bats, and even a lot of other heroes or vigilantes, the two have had a very open relationship. They talk about everything. Damian inherited the strategic planning of his family and Jon inherited the emotional vulnerability.
It means that once they are together they both know that no matter what the other does, this is it. To have found someone you love and who loves you this strongly, to outlast change and loss, it’s not something you let go of.
They get married the day after the second 18th birthday, not wanting the anniversary to overlap completely but also needing their families out of their hair. It’s done at a courthouse in Kansas, the same place Jon’s parents and grandparents had it done, even if they later threw public ceremonies.
They both finish out school and then start on the rest of their plans, for Damian it’s medical school. For Jon it’s figuring out his major. They get an apartment together and their families smile about them being college roommates. The let them smile, knowing that they’re building their first home together.
They attend college. If anything happens on campus, both of them are there to respond and make contingency plans for the fallout.
They graduate. Their entire families come out of the woodwork and throw a joint graduation party. They have job offers all over the country and they discuss at length where they should live. With Jon’s powers, distance is a difficult conversation, because Damian doesn’t want to rely on it, but can’t ignore its utility.
They settle on New York. Close to both their families, enough problems for them each to solve, and a city they can let become their own. To learn and love as their parents have before them.
They live their lives, their families thinking they’re best friends and never really bringing it up. And they don’t mention it either, not needing to. They are secure in each other and honestly were under the impression their families already knew.
When they adopt their first child, an orphan from a battle that few survived, it is a shock to their families that they never realized they were married. That Damian was Jon’s medical proxy not as his doctor, but as his husband. Asking them why they didn’t say anything leaves the couple baffled. It never occurred to them that their families didn’t know. It was on their taxes, their league files, to them it’s the equivalent of common knowledge.
They have a vow renewal that their families and friends can attend. They’re partially glad they waited since now their child can be in the photos.
Time goes by, they live their lives, and at the end, hold the record for longest lasting marriage between two mortals. They made it 75 years, their proudest accomplishment and happiest endeavor.
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mayebeobsessed · 1 month ago
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Someone should write a thunderbolts fic where John gets amnesia in the middle of a fight and believes he’s in the field and is the most focused and diligent soldier they’ve ever seen.
He doesn’t know what going on but he only ask for currently relevant information and is giving military grade signals and calls. Everyone is a little off kilter and partially concerned.
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miyamiwu · 1 month ago
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Yang Cheng whom nobody trusts. Yang Cheng whom nobody expects anything of. Yang Cheng who dares not dream. Yang Cheng who feels undeserving of others’ love. Yang Cheng who can’t outright say what he wants. Yang Cheng who can’t envision a future for himself.
Shang Chao who trusts him. Shang Chao who expects things from him. Shang Chao who clearly states what he wants from him without beating around the bush. Shang Chao who patiently explains why he is worthy of trust and love. Shang Chao who loudly cheers him on. Shang Chao who shows him a path he could take. Shang Chao who supports him every step of the way. Shang Chao… who loves so honestly and bravely, he literally glows
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and Yang Cheng feels like it’s all just a dream because… how could it be so good and bright and warm—
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but then suddenly it’s raining
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and suddenly the lights are off
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suddenly he’s gone,
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and Yang Cheng’s back to being on his own.
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If he had been as brave and honest,
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if he had kept loving without worrying—
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—about gains and losses (拿得起放得下),
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would he have reached him?
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would he have saved him?
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thecalminside · 7 months ago
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In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
-Carl Jung
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rappihahh · 5 months ago
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I drew them at school and I really liked how they looked so I decided to color it :D
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hmsdoodlin · 3 months ago
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One of my favorite headcanons is that Heart is often violent during his crying fits, especially if someone is trying to comfort him.
Soul struggles to keep him still as he sobs and squirms, beating desperate fists into Souls chest because it’s all too much and he has so much pent up energy. Tightening his grasp on Souls shoulders until bruises form and Soul has to practically man handle him to get him to calm down.
Soul wakes up sore and covered in bruises in the morning, trying his hardest not to hiss in pain as he goes about his daily activities. Heart struggles to fully remember, but he knows it’s because of him, the guilt eats him alive.
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alexturntable · 2 months ago
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A logistical escape game with Leclerc and Hamilton: Too easy? 🤔🔍
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mylifeinwindows · 1 year ago
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ˑ  ֺ ָ ֙⋆ ִ ˖ ࣪𓂂𐫰𓈒 ॱ⊹ . ִ ་ ּ₊˚.✧₊˚.༄‧₊.°₊ೃ·˚.₊✧*:・༄ ‧₊.˚‧₊⋅
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blondebrainpowered · 2 months ago
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Animal House, 1978
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ikram1909 · 5 months ago
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https://x.com/pwastas/status/1890339211733045437?s=46&t=k-UB36m7_vM1wJpWCjZIbw
This is so funny 😭😭😭
Basically their personalities summed up in one video 😭😭
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badninken · 7 months ago
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Team building exercise!
I love that Law just stood there and let this happen. He's trembling! It's like he's too paralyzed with confusion and regret to stop it from happening.
And then he immediately attaches Chopper to his sword instead and Chopper looks so unhappy about the new arrangement >:(
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No warlord horse for him
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neyafromfrance95 · 9 months ago
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galadriel, i know he is your sworn enemy you are destined so slay in your knightcore fantasy, but he alone can appreciate your autistic ass to the extent you deserve, queen!
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writermask-0807 · 1 year ago
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king baldwin iv x reader {“flowers of my love.”}
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thinking about king baldwin iv again, and i have a personal (and also probably extremely ooc (pLEASE DONT COME FOR ME)) headcannon that he’s the type to gift you flowers;
dahlias and roses and stocks and orchids, camellias and amaryllis-es and hydeangeas and tulips, carnations and sunflowers and daisies.
his growing illness confines him to his chambers far too often, and, left alone in an aching solitude that baldwin thinks he should be used to now, he’ll read. and it’s through this - books upon books, pages upon pages, words upon words of so, so many stories he’ll never get to live through - that he discovers the language of flowers.
flowers for sadness, for fear, for anger, for hurt, for love- flowers for a whole language of feelings he doesn’t dare to confess to you.
so instead he leaves them in your chambers, the delicate things, (little confessions on their own) in silk cloth bouquets and pretty-necked vases, in twine-bound bunches and satin soft ribbons, never daring to give them to you in person.
(but, unbeknownst to him, you lovingly press them all.)
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