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In a last ditch attempt to save your people, you offer your life to an ancient god of war and blood. Unfortunately, your translation of the ancient text was a bit off. You're married now.

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as much as I love portrayals of the sun and moon as a (lesbian) couple, the greeks were really on to something when they said "actually they're siblings who disapprove of each other's life choices"

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A ghost has haunted your bathroom, a monster sleeps under your bed and a family of gnomes lives in your backyard. None of them are helping pay rent. A house meeting has been called.

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You and your soulmate are stuck in a cycle of reincarnation, but you managed to find each other every single time. In this life, you finally managed to track them down… only to learn they started a happy family with someone else.

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we need to step away from viewing marriage as inherently romantic, or the primary goal of romance. marriage is a legal contract we use to create important ties--financial, medical, next-of-kin, mediating shared property and parental rights. the details vary a lot based on where you are and what paperwork you sign. which is not very romantic! but it does have many real-world effects on our ability to share our lives with our partners.

first and foremost, marriage is a legal right we use to build and protect our families, whatever that family may look like

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You were born with the unique power to see the most interesting "stat" of a person floating over their head. For most, it's stuff like "TIMES WON GAMES OF POKER: 43," or "PROMISES BROKEN: 105." Today, you glance up at someone sitting nearby to see "EXTRATERRESTRIALS KILLED: 27."

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making my brother watch gravity falls is great because most of the time he’ll be like “oh is x side character played by y actor” and i have to say “no its alex hirsch again” but last night he was like “wow alex hirsch did a great job on this shapeshifter voice” and words can’t describe the look on his face when i, vibrating, said, “actually thats mark hamill”

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i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken

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Gimme a superhero whose powers are water-based, and everywhere they go they wear a raincoat because clouds have a habit of sporadically pouring down on them, indoors and out.

It is later revealed they are in complete control of these clouds, and simply enjoy having an excuse to wear a raincoat

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When you were brought to Camp Half-Blood, you were told that one of your parents is a Greek god or goddess. You were supposed to be claimed as soon as you got to Camp, but you weren’t. When you’re finally claimed at the bonfire, your godly parent is not what people expect.

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Could you write something with Carter/Benton where Carter had childhood asthma and it hasn’t bothered him in years, but something gives him an attack after a surgery and Benton takes care of him? Thank you!

omg YES I cannot believe someone is asking me to write Carter/Benton fic, I’M THRILLED please come off anon and be my friend <3 

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It hits him in sudden waves over the course of his shift, but it is not until he’s off that Carter even realizes the sensation is breathlessness. He keeps registering it as fatigue, nausea, confusion. A strange cramping in his chest, as if his ribcage won’t expand all the way. However, as he sits in the break room waiting for a pot of coffee to brew so he won’t fall asleep on the L, he rubs fruitlessly at his stubble-rough throat, he realizes he’s felt this before. Years and years ago, decades, even. Schoolyard memories flood him in bleary trickles: Gamma picking him up early and taking him to the family physician, the ghost of a chemical bitterness in the back of his throat, the relief which ensued. And just like that, Carter realizes his childhood asthma is back. 

It seems ridiculous that he, a resident, was able to list and register his own symptoms for hours before he could place them. The exhaustion and long hours and increasingly poor morale at County General all catch up with him in a single moment, and he shakes his head, overwhelmed to the point of near tears, something prickling in the corners of his eyes. It’s absurd. This whole fucking thing is absurd. He laughs mirthlessly out loud to himself, and the laugh turns into a cough, and before he knows it he's positively wheezing, desperately trying to suck in a functional breath. 

Fortunately, this is the moment Benton shoulders the door open. 

“Hey, Carter,” he says, dark eyes wide and alarmed as they skim over him. HIs face is probably red. His eyes are likely streaming. This is not the way he would like to appear to Benton, who he has long harbored an irritating compulsion to impress, even well after his surgical internship ended. “Whoa, whoa,” Benson continues, rushing in and steering Carter to the couch, big hands steady on his forearms as he forces him to sit. “What’s going on?” 

His touch burns even as it grounds, and Carter twists under the sure, professional pressure of it, knowing distantly that there’s reason he avoids needless contact with Benton, and that reason might be that he also craves it and doesn’t understand why. Doesn’t want to understand why. Benton checks his pulse, fingers cool and dry where they press into the hollow of his throat for a moment, and such an intense warning bell goes off inside Carter he jerks away, heart pounding. “Albu--Albuterol” he manages to choke out, but it leaves his mouth in indecipherable tatters. He coughs again and sputters out a reedy “Get me an inhaler. I don’t-don’t have my own.” 

“You need an inhaler,” Benton repeats, nodding as he palms down to Benton’s shoulder and pats it, firm and gentle and reassuring. “Got you. Hold on.” 

He whisks out the door and returns in less than a minute, tearing the prescription packaging off in a single motion. Instead of pushing it into Carter’s hand is brings it right up to his gasping mouth, fits the mouthpiece  between his lips, and quietly orders: “inhale.” 

Carter grabs his wrist to hold his hand steady, and does as he’s told. There’s a sharp terror mixed with complacency brewing somewhere in his too-tight ribcage, but he decides to ignore it. Or at least, blame it on the asthma attack. Not Benton’s concern-dark eyes, his capable surgeons fingers to close to his mouth, his full lips pressing together. These are all things Carter has trained him out of noticing, because they always made him feel dangerously breathless. He’s already dangerously breathless, now, so it feels superfluous to run. He pitches into the realization, because he knows he’ll just willfully forget it again, when he can breathe. 

It comes back to him as a rush of relief. He sucks in air, shaking his head. Benton’s hands slide from the inhaler and he signs, low and long. “Take a few more hits of that. “ He studies Carter, gaze searing into him with something like judgement. Carter is always worried it’s something like judgement. “Jesus. I didn’t know you has asthma. Didn’t think that was relevant information for rotation?” Benton says eventually, corner of his mouth quirking up into the smallest smile. It’s than that Carter realizes it wasn’t judgement, but worry. That makes his stomach drop, and that makes him cough again. 

“I didn't remember I had it,” Carter croaks, trying in vain to clear his throat. “I haven't since--I dunno. Since I was a kid. Like younger than ten.” 

“Well. Good thing I was here to save your ass,” Benton says, patting Carter’s knee. His touch is so warm and lingering, hand heavy as the heat of it bleeds through Carter’s scrubs. “Keep this on you,” he says, gesturing to the inhaler again, squeezing Carter’s leg before he stands. “Never know when you might forget how to breathe again.” 

And then he leaves, and Carter works on the part where he forgets what it’s like to have a revelation. 

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My daughters first words were “Fus Ro Dah" 

I was blown away

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When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Baby/Child ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer

Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

To be Killed Off ⚜ To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ A Drink

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Fight ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings ⚜ Bruises

Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness ⚜ Food Poisoning

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Mutism ⚜ Pain ⚜ Poisoning

More Pain & Violence ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

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Hired a moving company and they sent four strong, strapping, beautiful lads to my house to disassemble my furniture and move all my things. I loved them. I got them pizza. They told me moving company gossip. I missed them one minute after they left. My moving lads. Come back to me. You're so strong and so well trained in safe lifting

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something