Buck: *T-posing at the kitchen bench* Good morning, Parental Figure.
Bobby: *Turned away from Buck, cooking* Good morning, Problem Child.

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Buck: *T-posing at the kitchen bench* Good morning, Parental Figure.
Bobby: *Turned away from Buck, cooking* Good morning, Problem Child.
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To Make You Feel My Love
Chapter Thirteen
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Pairing: Mori x Haruhi | Word Count: 9963
The sudden silence when the music ended and the insistence of his stomach to be fed woke Mori from his light doze. That and the eyes watching him.
“Mitsukuni, it is rude to stare.”
“Taka!"
Mori cracked open his eyes.
With his fingers pressed to his lips as if to keep his excitement from spilling over into loud squeals, the delight of the golden boy was evident.
Quietly, not wanting to disturb Haruhi cuddled up tight against him, he asked, "Time?"
"Nearly nine. The others are stirring.” Hani crept closer and gestured at Haruhi. “What… how?"
"Later."
Mori glanced down when Haruhi’s breathing changed and tilted his head towards the exit, urging Hani to leave them alone. She would be mortified if someone found them like this.
Giggling and nodding, Hani rushed toward the stairs but not before pulling out his phone and taking a picture.
Mori rolled his eyes, hoping Hani would be discreet about showing it to anyone.
When Haruhi sighed, he closed his eyes and played possum. He wanted to give her a chance to compose herself, knowing this would fluster her, but he was also curious to see what she would do given the opportunity.
She inhaled deeply, wiggling a little as she stretched herself awake. Her hand rested on his chest, but her fingers flexed, pressing into his muscles, exploring in tentative little strokes.
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Just rewatched The Hobbit Trilogy again so here’s some shitty memes
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The scene with (1) meaningful object The scene where they should have kissed Same energy, different font.
Thorin my beloved…
Found out cute tag on twitter #GhibliOfTheRings and i just had to animate this!!
uh no I actually don’t have a favorite ship dynamic idk what u mean um
is this anything
it’s everything
The homosexual lifestyle is not destructive to the fabric of American society!
me after one activia
Idk what this is from so I’m just assuming it’s Jamie Lee Curtis living her life
Reblog if you want Jaime Lee Curtis to come punch your local homophobe
A Twitter Thread from David Bowles:
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I'll let you in on a secret. I have a doctorate in education, but the field’s basically just a 100 years old. We don’t really know what we’re doing. Our scholarly understanding of how learning happens is like astronomy 2000 years ago.
Most classroom practice is astrology.
Dystopian novels be like “there’s no music but our national anthem and this forbidden rebel song” as if all of earth really let go of ABBA music
Consider: the forbidden rebel songs are all from ABBA.
#mama mia *cocks shotgun as i prepare to overthrow the oppressive regime* here i go again
This is the most entertaining failing paper I have ever read.
[call me by blondie playing] THE STEVE HARRINGTON BABYSITTING SERVICE
A Lamb Among Wolves
Chapter Three
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Bedlam knew the moment it stepped into the room that there was no maintenance specialist and came out of the shadows, shield flickering into life as he placed himself in front of the woman. The weapon discharged, sending the Keeper disguised as a human flying backward into a display.
Everything shattered and crashed to the ground including the disguise the Keeper wore, revealing the long spindly limbs and skinny body.
The woman gasped.
He glanced back long enough to make sure she was okay before a strong sniff warned him it wasn’t the only Keeper in the store.
Two more came at him as the other woman - Margaret - started to scream. He shot one and threw the other into the wall when it leapt at him.
The first crawled bleeding out of the mess of pottery, but Bedlam shot it before it could attack again.
Then a crash sounded behind him.
He whipped around.
A Sargon had fallen through the ceiling, sending debris pouring down on Pixie.
Bedlam shot the third Keeper as he raced back into the stockroom in time to yank the woman away from the lizard lunging at her. His fist connected with the creature’s face before a quick sequence of buttons activated his boots, and he kicked the Sargon through the back wall of her shop.
“Call Jol!” he barked at her, dragging Pixie by the arm into the gallery where Margaret was still screaming.
She pulled on her arm.
He growled at her.
Surprisingly, she growled back.
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To Make You Feel My Love
Chapter Twelve
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“How the hell do I let them talk me into these things?"
Her insistence on acting like nothing happened placed her in this predicament. It wasn’t wholly the fault of the twins.
She sighed before letting her red dress fall to the floor. Unhooking her corset thingy – apparently called a bustier – Haruhi dropped it to the couch and glanced at the overhead camera.
Kyoya informed Hikaru via text that he had taken over the security booth of the hotel and disabled the camera for the next ten minutes while she dressed. The Shadow King was back in control, and – surprisingly – the thought made her feel better. Kyoya didn’t make mistakes, and those who worked for him only did so once. He expected perfection and, more often than not, received it.
If he said the cameras were off, they were off.
Haruhi sighed and stared at the bronze fabric that gleamed gold and copper.
When Hikaru showed her the dress, she nearly had a stroke.
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