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[sophsun1]

Uncle Buck & Jee-Yun 💖

6.08 | 8.07

[codysdaily]

All that anger because KO crossed the line into sending his husband to the hospital! ( also the mania moment mentioned <3 )

-Smackdown 11/15/24

[mauffiie]

muri mouse piece inspired by springtime 🌼🌿

[realtapiocafan]

The NBA with their baby <3

[opbackgrounds]

*sobs* They’re together again at last

[letsprufrockandroll]

so i stayed up for the midnight release to the new Hozier EP. once again i am forever changed, thank you king

[catastrxblues]

maybe i am an easy romantic but why does the little mermaid remake actually had me going insane and giggling and kicking my feet??? like every. single. moment they had after ariel got to the castle?? but especially the scene when eric showed her the maps of the world & his island, when they got out of the castle and took a trip around town, the ENTIRETY of ‘kiss the girl’, when ariel taught him her name and he said “written in the stars”, and how eric’s first instinct after seeing her again was to just hug her, like hello??? i love them i’m sorry

[blackjackkent]

Oh man, more Jaheira conversations I never had with Hector bc it didn't occur to me to look for them. I'm sure I could have, because according to the dialogue files, this is a high-approval conversational line - nice to know that Rakha has reached that point with her also.

This is self-indulgence on my part bc my Jaheira brainrot is real and I'm making that everyone's problem. XD

"What can you tell me about the Harpers?"

"Hmm. I've learned not to unpick the legends so many have woven around our name. Seeing the hope die in a romantic's eyes - it is only funny the first few dozen times. Some call the Harpers heroes. Others, petty meddlers who cannot help but stick their nose into into every conflict they stumble across. The truth is in there somewhere. We try to work towards a common balance. If every other faction finds us equally annoying, that is probably a sign that we are succeeding."

"How did you end up joining?"

"I will not bore you with a long tale. The short - I was born to a high family in Tethyr. I remember little, except that when my family fell, they fell far, and fast. I learned young what fear and hunger make desperate people do. I learned to do some of it myself, even, until a roving circle of hedge druids found me. They raised me in the wild. But when it became clear I was perhaps not suited to a life of idle reflection, I was sent to the Harpers - to *do*. They showed me how to fight with sword as well as spell, and gave me ample causes to wield them for. If I was not always the truest believer in every cause, well..."

"I fell in love with someone who was. And that is almost the same thing."

(A/N: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 )

"Want to tell me more about this someone you loved?"

"Mm? No. Not really."

(A/N: Lmao.)

"It sounds like you and the Harpers have a complicated history."

"Oh, you might say that. I left their service and swore never to return. Multiple times, if I recall. It is easy to get tired of the intrigue, the high causes shrouded in secrecy. I thought I might find another way to be of use to the world. And for a time, I did."

(A/N: Travels with Rasaad, in this worldstate, among other things. <3 )

"But my comrades would use a rather irritating phrase - 'A Harper never leaves the chorus, she simply goes to spread the song.' Meaning that whatever cause I turned my hand to, there I would find them. Harpers, stuffed with their own virtue but always there, always trying to help. So I returned to the fold, returned to the city. Eventually, they hung a title around my neck: 'High Harper.' And I still do not know how to play one."

"If I tried to spare Geraldus the same headaches, well, now you know why. And if he is half the Harper I suspect, it won't make a damned bit of difference."

"But you're staring, which means the tadpole has finally eaten your brain, or I have been talking too much. Either way, time to move, no?"

[doodlerdoodle]

@simonpegg IG stories

[lewanarta]

Dawid and Anže in Engelberg [17.12.2023]

[pokedcheck]

the story about the leafs core being the only ones knowing they could clear the benches for johnny's 1000 yet none of them were on the bench to tell everyone else,,, god i love my silly little hockey team

[lover-of-skellies]

I was cleaning and found the character strings I got from you, so now that I have a spot to put up my utmv stuff I added them to it! ^^

!!!!!

[justalilguyoops]

i started what is past is prologue, and stopped because of class, but started again, and i gotta say i absolutely love your writing! normally pov changes are weird to me but you do it so beautifully and in a way that makes sense. i am devouring your fic <3

!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH

thank you so so much ; ; this is.....so so kind my friend.......i am touched and deeply appreciate this awh <33

the pov changes are definitely an ongoing test for me to make it cohesive while also going back and then going forward, i'm so glad it's working!!!!!

thank you again you'll bring a lil tear to my eye <33

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

[antoncore]

sohee… sohee…

[avastyetwats]

Continued from here. @indestructiblelittlefuckers

❝I know how it sounds... but I did open a cupboard on my face.❞

It takes Izzy a moment to respond to that, wanting to make sure he heard that right. "You opened a-... are you fuckin' serious, Bonnet?" Truly, though, he wasn't all that surprised about it. Because Stede could be really fucking clumsy. Sometimes it was funny as hell, other times it was concerning. "And still to this day, Bonnet, you fascinate me." He smirks, making his way over to the other man and gently cupping his face in his hand, tilting it back and then turning it to the side so he could get a good look at it. "How you injure yourself in ways like this will never cease to amaze me." It was half a compliment, half an insult, though he wishes Stede hurt himself a little less. "Honestly? I would've run the fucker through if someone did this to you." And he meant it, too. He'd run anyone through that dared lay a hand on his Pretty Bonnet. "Now go sit down, you twat, and let me clean you. You're still bleedin' a little." He nods to the chair, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before he goes to fetch some ointment and a washcloth.