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through-the-forests · 18 hours ago
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[Outis relaxes in the touch, humming]
[Outis hears a knock on his door, a thump, and then giggling]
-@thebestestnightingstar
[Outis' head tilts]
Hello?-
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tazaryoot · 23 days ago
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Flowers
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blueskiesandstarrynights · 30 days ago
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someone please stop naming these characters so similarly 😭 ↳ bonus:
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just-an-enby-lemon · 4 months ago
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The thing about jonmartin is that Martin wants to be a romantic, he loves poetry and probably watches romance but for him it is a fantasy, a silly game he plays. Martin is at his core very cynical. Things don't work out for him so he doesn't really belive in romance, it is a pretty dream but that's it. He is pratical and realist. Dating Jon he has to remind himself it is real and he actually struggles with romantic gestures, it is something he has to remind himself to do, to remind himself he can do even and honestly who even has the energy and what if Jon doesn't even like it?
Jon on the other hand wants to be cynical. His first coping mechanism was pretend the things he was afraid of weren't real and goddam if he isn't afraid of love. It didn't really work to him so far so it's easy to pretend he doesn't care. But he is a romantic at heart. He saw love and he read about it and he has enough evidence that it is undeniable. And to be honest Jon was always to much a bunch of mushy feelings hidden in a grumpy (and bitter and afraid) trench coat. Dating Martin he has to hold himself so he isn't too much. He plays the grumpy unromantic guy at first. But he just can't stop giving flowers and planing dates (this is the guy that saw a theme park on a fear domain and considered how he wanted to take Martin to a romantic ferris whell date [until he discovered Martin was afraid of them]) and making all the silly things one does when in love.
TR: Martin is deep down very cynical about love but wants to/pretends to be a romantic and Jon is deep down very romantic but wants to/pretends to be cynical about love.
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toobadthatsob · 4 months ago
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cozylittleartblog · 1 year ago
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what if there was a plague doctor that was so so so cute (and was also secretly a bird themself)
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curiousaur · 3 months ago
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they simply must stop making ally and brennan learn new names that sound like intrepid hero characters
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ahmadshamia · 3 months ago
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My life and my family's life is in your hands
Hi everyone hop this find you very well and you all read my sade story
I am ahmad 22 years old im a palestinian student in 4th level of dentistry college , i was fully of Passion and love my life and dreaming benig an excellent dentist in this life
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After the war has started Our beautiful home has been destroyed, we have been displaced from our country, and all our lifelines have been taken away from us.
My family now live in the badest conditions that no one could imagine and no one could live 🥺
They are now living in tents without any necessities of life in a very polluted environment full of diseases. 🤕😷
My father, Jamal Hussein Shamia, He is a criminal lawyer
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He is currently in Gaza , He is suffering of many diseases hypertension and diabetic mellitus and Muscle spasms and always got shocked and coma
He is disabled man and need Personal health care🥺
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Unfortunately, my father was injured in the war and suffered a very serious injury, which was a blood clot in the hip joint area, which caused him many infections and the infection spread in the area.
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My family are burning from the high heat of the sun and there is nothing to protect them from that, there is no drinkable water and they have no food to eat
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I created my link to get fund to evacuate my family from war zone and to have better life
Time is runing out and My campaign is going very badly 🥹
I’m really lost hope that this campaign will save my family , because invasion of Rafah is approaching ����
Please do your best 🙏🙏
Please donate to reach our target as soon as possible
🔀 1100 SEK = 100 $
Every single dollar $ gonna have difference
I hope my family to evacuate #Gaza soon. 🙏
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kavaleyre · 10 months ago
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“After 200 years, you can forget how much color there is in the world.”
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acourtoffeyandfables · 3 months ago
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Alex Song-Xia for acofaf season 2 !
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insecateur · 1 year ago
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life advice 👍
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synesthete-sylke · 5 months ago
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just let them rest in the third life afterlife
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inkskinned · 2 years ago
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something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.
not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.
you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.
but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.
you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.
but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.
you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.
you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?
you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.
you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!
you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"
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choccy-milky · 7 months ago
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scene from my newest chap of seb discovering that daisies are also his favourite flower (and why)😊
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tosailuponthesea · 3 months ago
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if I had a nickel for every time the PC’s on Dimension 20 successfully pulled off IMPROMPTU SURGERY in less than ideal conditions despite being WILDLY unqualified I’d have FOUR NICKELS which frankly IS a lot and it’s INSANE it happened at all, much less multiple times across unrelated campaigns!!
edit: it didn’t actually happen four times, it happened FIVE TIMES
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loudclan-clangen · 16 days ago
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How did Wildfire and Fierce fall in love?
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It was a lot of little things along the way, but this moment about three moons into their trip was probably the most pivotal. It's also how Fiercestripe got her scar!
This ask is pretty old but I was feeling inspired and had this idea formulated and wanted to draw this out. My science class is done so expect an ask-answering post tomorrow probably? And the new update just after Halloween!
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