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Knit and Lace
Prompt: Family/Pink Warning: NSFW!
Inuyasha knew he hated Kagome for an irrational reason. She couldn’t help the fact that she looked like the ex that stomped on his heart ‘til it was ground meat. But, it was the principle of it all.
“I’d really like it if you put your differences aside to get along with her,” Miroku said beseechingly. “Sango and I are getting married, and you two are going to play a huge part in it.”
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Room on the Quest...
This may be the most RIDICULOUS thing I’ve ever written, by far. Being shut up in a small unit with three children is obviously sending me around the twist.
So, I’ve been a home schooling mama while this whole pandemic has been going on, and the book I read with my youngest today was “Room on the Broom” by Julia Donaldson. And I couldn’t help but Inuyasha-ify it.
Please do not read this poem to small children!
It’s sweary and highly innapropriate, as everything that contains Inuyasha pretty much is. Anyways, let’s begin!
Kagome clung on as they raced through the trees,
her dog boy cradling her light weight with ease.
How the dog purred and how the girl grinned,
his hands grasping her thighs as they raced through the wind.
But how the girl wailed with the dog cursing hard,
when he leaped up so wildly Kagome dropped the shards.
“Down!” cried Kagome. They flew to the ground.
They searched for the shards but they could not be found.
Then out of the trees on petite little paws
there bounded a kitsune, who asked “Are these yours?”
He gave them to Kagome and ignored Inuyasha,
who was snarling ‘Fuck off little runt, or I’ll smash ya!”
“My name is Shippou and I’m all alone.
Do you think I could join you? Will you give me a home?”
“Yes!” cried the girl, so Shippou clambered on.
The girl tapped her dog boy and whoosh! They were gone.
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I loved this scene so much because of Shippo. It never really says anything about Shippo’s mom so Kagome is the first woman really in his life and he finds more beautiful then anyone. It’s just so pure.
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Reblog if you would listen to Tony if he wants to talk to you about anything
Because boy, he cannot catch a break with the people in this fandom, who think having anxiety is a bad thing
I would die for Tony. If I had the chance to talk to him and help him I’d take it in a heart beat.
I feel like people don’t talk about this scene enough. The fear Tony has worried about Peter. The fact that Peter goes to hit Tony and Tony has to grab him and calm him down because Peter is just in such shock and pain that it doesn’t register with him at first. It’s such an emotion packed and well detailed scene that’s honestly one of my favorites especially for the father-son dynamic Peter and Tony have.
*cough cough* I know where my opinion on Lotor stands
Merthur
Okay, I got this idea while looking through fanart.
Arthur was fast asleep as Merlin walked up to him. He looked at the knight in his royal bed. The prat was so quiet, so calm, so handsome when he was asleep. Merlin walked up to his face and looked at him observing every detail to his face from the flawless bone structure to the scratches from training. Merlin placed his hand on side of Arthur’s head on the mattress and leaned closer to him gently kissing him softly. Arthur started to wake feeling heat on his lips almost as his brain was waking him up from a dream to a dream with his eyes yet to be opened now feeling the soft pressure on his lips. He opened his mouth,
“Gwen?”
It's always said the Sister's were proposed to by many so, "You belong to me no one else" HamLiza?
“….and that’s from the way out of prison on Peggy’s 17th birthday,” Eliza said, the laughter already in her voice. “When Papa got the call, he just shook his head and dragged us all down to the station to pick up our drunk sister.”
The photo, a darkened image of a heavily intoxicated Peggy balanced between her sisters, made Alexander laugh. He could almost hear the slurred “I’m fiinnneee” Peggy was groaning in Angelica’s face.
Eliza had found the photo album in the basement, tucked into an old box they had never unpacked when they moved into a larger house to accommodate the growing pack of children. Now it was perched on Alexander’s lap while Eliza cuddled into his side on the couch.
“And that -” Eliza pointed to the next photo down - “is from the next morning.” A younger Peggy scowled into the camera while Eliza and a strange young man held her up in bed, her hair stuck out at odd angles and what looked to be a smudge of vomit on her face.
“Who’s that with you?” Alexander asked, pointing at the man. Eliza peered down at the man, then gave a small gasp.
“Oh, that’s Lucas,” she said. “He was my boyfriend senior year of high school.” Alexander hummed, looking down at the mischievously grinning brunette. Eliza pointed to a photo on the next page. “There’s our prom picture.”
Eliza and Lucas smiled awkwardly in the doorway of the Schuyler family house, the desire to get going plastered across their faces. The next page also had a few images of Lucas, but he disappeared after the image of Eliza with her acceptance letter from Princeton.
“He was a good guy,” Eliza said, as if reading Alexander’s jealous mind. “But neither of us wanted to do long distance and I wasn’t willing to follow him to Stanford.” She looked down at the last photo of them together, laughing on some beach. “That’s a lie, I’m sorry. That’s what we told everyone. He… he actually proposed and I turned him down.”
“Oh?” Alexander raised an eyebrow. Eliza nodded.
“I wasn’t sure I loved him. He wanted a demure housewife anyway. I was willing to be a housewife, but not as demure as he preferred,” she said with a sigh. “And again, I didn’t want to move to California.”
“Well, forgive me but I am sure glad you rejected that guy,” Alexander said, and Eliza laughed, the loud, tinkling laugh that Alexander loved so much.
“I wonder why,” she said, and it was Alexander’s turn to bark a short laugh. She looked back down at one of the pictures of Lucas. “I wonder where he is now.”
“You could look him up on facebook,” Alexander suggested, jaw set hard. Eliza looked back up at him, lips pursed.
“Alexander, there’s no need to be jealous. I married you, not him, remember?” She gently placed a hand on Alexander’ cheek, using it to turn his face towards her. “You, Alexander. I love you.”
The gentle love in her eyes and the way she said the words so assuredly calmed the little churning of jealousy in Alexander’s stomach. He nodded, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her in close.
“You belong to me, no one else,“ he said, pressing his lips against her forehead. Eliza laughed again.
“Okay Othello, calm down on the theatrics,” Eliza joked. Alexander squeezed her tight against his body.
“I mean it, you’re mine,” he said. Eliza looked up at him, and then pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“And you’re mine too,” she said, tangling their hands together and going in for another kiss.
The photo album was placed on the coffee table and quickly forgotten.
Thank you so much!!! It's amazing!! Their so precious!!!
[Hamilton shatters]
It's quiet.
“Til death to us part. That’s what our vows said.” HAMLIZA BITCH
Eliza settles down into her usual spot, clutching her tea in one hand. “It’s been a while,” she says. “Can’t quite make the trip like I used too.”
“Then don’t,” Alexander would say. “Stay at home, rest.”
“But I want to come see you,” she replies. “It hurts to be apart from you and each day of separation only makes it worse.”
“But your knees Betsy,” Alexander would protest. Eliza smiles.
“Angie helps me along, I’ve got my cane. Besides, since when has physical condition stopped you?” She teases.
Alexander would laugh, that melodic sound would fill her ears, broken up by those ugly snorts she adores. “Touche,” he would say. “But you’re not me.”
“No, but if you think you can stay up all night writing and pacing and working, then I can climb a hill to see you when I so choose.”
“Eliza, dear, don’t hurt yourself -”
“I’m not hurting myself.”
“Okay okay.” Alexander would throw up his hands in surrender. “You’re not hurting yourself. Just like you’re not hurting yourself by staying with me.”
Eliza’s jaw grits, her fingers grasp at the grass. “Til death do us part. That’s what our vows said.”
“But -”
“Til both our deaths,” Eliza snaps. Alexander wouldn’t have an answer. He never did when she got angry. Eliza hums, tapping her fingers gently on the ground.
“Philip asked about you yesterday,” she says.
“Oh?”
“He asked me what your favorite color was.”
“Interesting question,” Alexander would muse. “Wonder what for?”
“He’s making something in his room. He thinks he’s clever enough to hide it from me but I see the supplies he spirits away. He’s just like you.”
“So he’s wickedly smart, clever and handsome.”
“He thinks he’s smarter and cleverer than he is.”
“Ah, but he’s handsome.”
Eliza smiles. “Yes, I’ll give you that. You are both handsome.”
And then Alexander would kiss her, would press his lips against hers and cradle her body with his arms. He would feel the frailty of her body and the weakness that penetrated to her very bones.
“Eliza-”
“I’m alright,” she says. “I’m alright.”
“Coming up here does you no favors,” Alexander would admonish.
“Getting shot does you none either,” she retorts. Alexander would frown.
“You are getting older. You have kids to raise. Your legs hurt, why put yourself through pain climb up a hill to stare at a stone and talk to air?” He would ask. “Why not stay home, work more on the orphanage, be there for our children.”
“Why did you not stay at home?” Eliza asks, feeling tears start to well. “Why aren’t you here for our children.”
“….Touche,” Alexander would say, quieter this time.
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How to English
I was with my sister and dad. Some how a fight broke out and our heritage was brought into it my dad said we were "Italian" and I tried saying it but couldn't pronounce it right so I just yelled "PASTA!" And ran to my room.
As a Christian, I'm taught a lot of things, and with that, I heard a bit about Lgbt. I was never taught in church "God hates Gays" but I was by my mother. In church we had groups spilt up girl's and guys to have sleep over parties and go out to eat etc. Then the topic was brought up again and "it's sad to think they'll be in hell." I never understood this. I don't doubt my religion but I'm taught more about what not to do then what to do besides the 10 commandments. I know followers of Christ who are gay. Trans, Gay everyone. As a Christian I love you and I'm sorry for the way you've been treated. And I feel God is also.
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Could you do Alex with 😴please? ❤
Thomas: “Did you just mix a 4 5 hour energy’s into your coffee”
Alex: “yes.”
T: “And… you’re going to dump all of that into the sink right…”
A: “I’m going to drink it”
T: “ALEX NO”
ALEX YES!
