Need people to know that by trying to write out my thoughts on Grian’s character narrative (completely made up in accordance to the videos and relying on bits of lore I liked), I accidentally cornered myself into making up how Watchers and The Council work, which led me to writing out the universal timeline of Minecraft universe, which led to more worldbuilding, and it truly is a loop of bad decions
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i’ve changed the ages of the characters except for Percy Annabeth and [Name] who have aged with the story.
[Name] is 18 almost 19 and Percy & Annabeth are 17 almost 18. there will be more “mature” content but like in the way that’s appropriate for their age and no sex/smut. but there will be “dirty” jokes because i remember being eighteen and i know what it was like
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Shent… I fear that I have NOTHING appropriate to say right now
Translation: Talented artist, and my future wife, Shent, renders me speechless with THE hottest iteration of Hisoka Morow from Triple X.
[[MORE]]Reasons why this art is stealing the air from my lungs:
- the pink hair
- the fit
- the glasses
- the waist
- the skirt
- the seductive look
- THE STOCKINGS ?!?!?!?
Here lies IZHB:
(PS: Shent, I’m about to message TF out of you after this - be warned !!)
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give up baby go
quinn hughes/brock boeser, f/m, explicit, 11.3k
“Minnie, huh?” Luke asks.
Quinn’s voice catches in her throat, before she can say - what should she even say? Sorry it’s not Jersey, they said the offer wasn’t there. Sorry I’m not staying, did I fail, did I fuck up, can you hold me, can you tell me I did everything I could -
A Quinn Hughes trade fic.
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and now I would like to discuss this
his smile???? imagining them having a future together??? imagining a someday??? the idea of being able to understand ilya more fully????? jesus fucking christ. feeling so helpless in the face of a loved one’s grief and thinking of a way he could make himself more helpful and a better partner making him so happy even though they’re not even TOGETHERRRR TECHNICALLLYYYYYYYYY fuuuuuuuUUUCKKK. because this was such a choice!! on how to deliver this line, like it could be kind of a sad or sentimental thing to say but instead it’s so hopeful and just the thought of it makes them both brighter. jesus.
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im convinced british people don’t exist cz what is this weather 😭😭😭 the sun rlly dont shine in england
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george furth when i raise him from the grave and introduce him to the concept of t4t and ask if he agrees that mary and charley kinda had that going on
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on crack with two pipes sticking out my mouth, pointing to the messy cork board with spiral 2021 on it and the last scene of the film circled in red marker “so actually, radio head and spiralshipping are more intertwined than you think. like no surprises starts off as william and ends up being zeke, although songs like exit music (for a film) and all i need are undoubtedly william. you is zeke though for sure. anyways, right, no surprises…”
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Special agent doctor Dana Katherine Scully angrily having a cig sitting criss cross applesauce on a motel bed with her shoes on
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WIP Wednesday
Simon’s lips press against your temple through his surgical mask. “Missed you, sweet’eart. We c’n go whenever you’re ready.”
“Acknowledged,” you murmur back, tipping your face up to kiss his chin. “Half an hour, then we can say bye.”
“Gonna eat your pussy until you scream,” he whispers back, and you shiver at the promise in his eyes.
But you know better than to get too excited. “Let’s get home first.”
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You’re fighting giggles by the time you get him through the door to your apartment. Simon’s eyes and feet have only gotten heavier the closer you got to home. He kisses you on the threshold like it’s the only thing he could ever want, and then yawns so hard his jaw cracks.
“Wanna eat y'r cunt,” he mumbles. His eyes are starting to unfocus, eyelids so heavy it almost makes you yawn. For all his bluster at the pub, he’s docile as a lamb when you lead him to the bedroom.
“Tomorrow,” you promise, with a kiss to his eyebrow. His hands squeeze at your hips, and you can’t help but grin. “Got a surprise for you.”
He’s slow as you help strip him down to his shorts. “Mmmyeah? G’ve it.”
“Tomorrow, Simon,” you giggle, tipping him into bed. Everything creaks under him as he crumples down, well and truly exhausted. He always sleeps hard, that first night, no matter what his heart wants.