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cabezadeperro · 9 days ago
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wip wednesday
Tim’s boldness surprised him the first time they did this. By now, Jason’s learned to expect it, and he welcomes it. He’s heavy and warm when he drops on Jason’s lap, bare skin damp. Jason slides his hands under the towel to grip his thighs, his fingers barely dimpling the hard muscle under the scars. Tim’s built like a clockwork mechanism, a thin layer of skin over all his ticking parts. He’s not big but he’s dense with mass. Jason sighs into his mouth, thin chapped lips and hot tongue, and he’s relatively sure he doesn’t want to have sex tonight but he likes this—he likes Tim’s weight on him and his sure hands holding Jason in place and his bony knees digging into his sides and the way he hums when Jason kisses him back. Jason lies back down, and Tim moves with him, leaning on his elbows to look down at him in the dark, his bare chest against Jason’s. His eyes reflect the light from the street. Jason blinks up at him, his hands on Tim’s back, gooseflesh under his fingertips. He swallows and lets himself be observed, lifting his chin.  Look your fucking fill.  Tim sighs. He goes boneless, all his weight resting on Jason over the blanket still covering him, his forehead cool against Jason’s throat. Jason swallows again, slides up his hands until they rest under his shoulders, shoulderblades sharp. He doesn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him off the bed.
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feral-ballad · 11 months ago
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Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems
[Text ID: “Your hands have a strange clarity. Have you been walking among the stars?”]
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thehopefulquotes · 3 months ago
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To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.
Carlos María Domínguez
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cabezadeperro · 1 year ago
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thanks for the tag, friend!
let's see--
this was going to be my clone bang until i dropped off. let's see if by sharing this i actually come back to it lol
(gen fic. a canon divergent au where jango survives geonosis and rex is an arc trooper)
Fett is not afraid. He’s settled, steady. He looks at all of them with a knowing tilt of his head. Rex wonders if it’s on purpose: he moves like a man used to wearing armour, and he looks at them like he can see through the cheap plasteel plates and into the heart of what they are. He drops his hands once Rex is done with the cuffs and looks at the commando team over his shoulder. Rex wonders if he recognises them. He knows the commandos recognise Prime.
no pressure tags for @sankt-jesper, @elthadriel and @mandalorianbrainweasel
WIP Train WIP Train!!!
I have been invited to join the WIP train by @howdyrat (informally on discord LOL 🥰) Littled did Howdy know, I am incorrigible.
Rules: Post a minimum of one sentence (I'm adding: or line) of a WIP of your choice, and tag others to join the train!
[Today, 1117] Mav: [A photograph of all fourteen selected and potential aviators for the uranium mission in swim suits on the beach. Lieutenant Pete Mitchell is holding a football and bent down to spike it to Lieutenant Iceman Kazansky, who is crouched behind him. Arrayed around them are Lieutenants Bradshaw, Trace, Floyd, Bassett, and Avalone. The remaining seven aviators are arrayed in front of them in what looks like it might be making an attempt at a defensive line] Ice: Nice ass shot, Mitchell Mav: You love it Ice: That was sincere. What do I tell Cyclone you’re doing? Mav: Creating a team
(Operation Groundhog AU: Admiral Ice and Captain Mav often provide commentary over text ;) )
No pressure tags that weren't explicitly in the post I first saw:
@frostbitebakery, @asukaskerian, @oathkeeperoxas, @lambourngb, @goddammitjim, @brigittttoo, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby
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quotefeeling · 8 months ago
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To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.
Carlos María Domínguez
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surqrised · 6 months ago
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To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.
Carlos María Domínguez
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thoughtkick · 1 year ago
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To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.
Carlos María Domínguez
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perfectquote · 1 year ago
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To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.
Carlos María Domínguez
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resqectable · 10 months ago
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To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.
Carlos María Domínguez
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kamwilliamsonn · 2 years ago
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I'm okay - Mapi León
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based off request here
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You woke up to soft kisses placed all over your face. "Mi amor, es hora de despertar." My love, it's time to wake up." ("My love, it's time to wake up.")
You let out a groan and roll over. "Es el día del juego, mi amor". ("It's game day, my love.")
Your eyes fluttered open, a soft frown fluttering on your face. "Tengo un mal presentimiento sobre el partido de hoy, mi vida". ("I have a bad feeling about today's game, my life.")
Mapi frowned softly, her hair coming up to move your bed hair from your face. "No pasará nada, no conmigo allí. Me aseguraré de ello". ("Nothing will happen, not with me there. I'll make sure of it.")
She was wrong.
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You'd ended up missing the ball entirely, catching her ankles and sending her to the floor in pain.
You'd stood up instantly, putting a hand out to help her out. But when she doesn't get back up, one of her teammates are instantly in your face, screaming at you and pushing you away.
Mapi was one movement away from stepping in, one more move and she'd get the person on you.
"Look, I'm sorry, I know, I didn't mean to!" You tried defending yourself, switching to English in hopes that she'd understand you. "Is she okay? Are you okay?" You asked the girl on the floor, about to move forward one more time when a fist came swinging at your face.
You dropped to the floor, holding your face as it bled, but you were instantly up when you heard an unrecognisable voice.
"¿Cómo te atreves? Ella no fue su intención. No, no me toques. No me importa si me cardas. ¡Mírala! No fue su intención, ¡mira lo que hiciste!" ("How dare you? She didn't mean to. No, don't touch me. I don't care if you card me. Look at her! She didn't mean to, look what you did!")
"Mapi, Mapi, mi amor, mi vida, estoy bien, vamos, estoy bien". ("Mapi, Mapi, my love, my life, I'm fine, come on, I'm fine".) You told her, one hand still holding your definitely broken nose as you stepped in between her and the player who punched you.
"Estás sangrando, eso no está bien". ("You're bleeding, that's not alright.")
You tried to wipe the blood off your hand so you could hope her with both but you just had to cover it back up due to the immense pain, Mapi was seeing red. She had to calm down.
"I'm okay." You switched to your first language. "I'm okay, darling, I'm okay. I'm going to be subbed off, and sorted out. And I'll be okay. It just means you'll have to be careful with my wake up kisses."
"You told me you had a bad feeling." She told you, regretting not just staying in bed. Feeling your body against hers.
"I know. But tomorrow, we have a day off, and we can sleep all day."
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You were wrong about that too.
Mapi had never been the most patient person ever, she'd woken up at 6am, and just laid with you, watching your chest go up and down with each breath, God, you were so perfect in her eyes.
She'd done that for an hour before she creeped out of bed and to the kitchen, waking you up with breakfast in bed and soft kisses placed over every inch of your undamaged skin, making sure to leave your broken nose well enough alone.
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I actually kinda love this- Mapi León is the love of my life, and this is in celebration of her goal today (and the request of course)
As always, my requests are in fact open, feel free to send anything woso and I'll give it my best shot
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stay-close · 11 months ago
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To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.
Carlos María Domínguez
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cabezadeperro · 30 days ago
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wip wednesday
we're sooo back (derogatory)
“Replacement,” he says in greeting. Tim turns to look at him, face empty of expression. He keeps his hands under his cloak and lets his folded bo staff fall into his right. “You are a bit far from home. Got lost?” “No,” Tim replies. He allows himself a small smirk. “I’m exactly where I am supposed to be.” A beat. Red Hood tilts his head, shiny helmet reflecting the streetlights. He looks like he always does–-nondescript body armour, big heavy boots, that stupid leather jacket over it all. Guns at his hips, mean knife strapped to his right thigh, and fuck knows how many more toys hidden within his jacket’s pockets.  He knows it’s a trap. He has to know. He just doesn’t give a shit. Tim’s not sure if he is that sure of his own competence, or if he thinks that Tim’s that fucking useless.  Probably both.  “Well,” Todd says. He opens his arms, spreads his gloved hands, all theater. “Here you are. Here I am. Want to dance?” Tim rolls his eyes. He lets the bo staff unfold, the end hitting the tarmac on the roof with a loud clang, and then it’s on. The thing about Jason Todd is that he’s both better trained and bigger, quicker and stronger than Tim. Oh, Tim’s good—Tim knows very well that he is excellent, you don’t make it as long as he has in their world if you aren’t—but Todd’s something else. He’s across the rooftop and then he’s not, he is in Tim’s pace, knife shining cruelly under the streetlights. Tim blocks, ducks under his kick, takes a glancing blow to the face and bites his tongue. Twirls the bo staff around him to give himself a bit of room, and then he’s closing again, Todd allowing it, pacing him and mostly playing with him, testing boundaries and all in all not taking it all that seriously. 
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feral-ballad · 2 years ago
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Dulce María Loynaz, from These Are Not Sweet Girls: Poetry by Latin American Women; "Time"
[Text ID: "The kiss I didn't give you / has become a star inside me..."]
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thehopefulquotes · 1 year ago
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To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.
Carlos María Domínguez
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scrollonso · 5 months ago
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wlw marcmarc save me wlw marcmarc
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quotefeeling · 2 years ago
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To build up a library is to create a life. It’s never just a random collection of books.
Carlos María Domínguez
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