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I spent almost an entire work shift drawing this tooth-rotting fluff
featuring the Eridian Welcoming Committee courtesy of @justcakethanks
Okay this is just on another level. I'm not crying IT'S JUST RAINING. ON MY FACE.
Come with me, I’ll take you now to a place that you fear. For no reason why, your heart has turned away from me, and I will make you understand. Everything will become clear to you when you see things through another’s eyes. Everything will become clear to you whatever’s meant for you, you will find. Come with me, I’ll take you there to a place where you’ll see everything you need to be the one you need to be, and all of those things that you feared will disappear from you in time.
BROTHER BEAR (2003) dir. Aaron Blaise, Robert Walker
has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing
“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”
Mr. Collins would be such a fan of ai. He would love it. He would have it write scripts for him to use for complimenting people. He'd ask it what to do in social situations and then when someone would tell him "I think that's a bad idea" he'd be like "my dear madam it's so good of you to be concerned but I think the highly esteemed Grok knows a little more about this than a lady like yourself" and then he'd go humiliate himself publicly.
love you like i mean it (just because i can)
Pairing: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 9047 Summary: “Well, it’s nice to do nothing,” she says, swiftly moving past the awkwardness. “You two have such busy schedules; it must be nice to relax together.” At once, both of their postures seem to deflate a little and she watches as Ilya’s expression melts into a smile. “Yes,” he agrees softly, eyes entirely on Shane. “For once.” Shane glances at him and he looks…well. She doesn’t know if love-struck is the word but she doesn’t think it’s far off. Shane settles a hand on Ilya’s knee and their smiles miss each other by a fraction of a second. It hits her then just how much of themselves they’ve been hiding. It’s one thing, keeping their romantic relationship a secret; it’s an entirely other thing to not even be allowed to act friendly towards each other in public. It has to have taken its toll over the years. It sits uncomfortable in her sternum that she might have inadvertently played a part. * Five times someone realises Ilya is good for Shane + one time someone realises Shane is good for Ilya.
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PRACTICAL MAGIC (1998) — Dir. Griffin Dunne
By Conor Burke
Kaleidoscope Kindergarten (Tanshui Kindergarten), Tianshui, China,
Designed by SAKO Architects
Little bird told me Oliver wanted a Buddie kiss in the rain working on a mini-comic of this on patreon
Heterosexual relationship culture is so alien to me and I don’t know if it’s the fact I’m not cishet or the fact I’m autistic but I hear so many things that make me go “Am I insane or are they?”
There’s a lot of hate on widowers and I saw a woman say “You cannot compete with a dead woman.” which is perhaps a reasonable statement to say if he’s constantly comparing you to his dead partner but that wasn’t what the post was about. And I realized “Oh my God, these people genuinely feel like they’re constantly in competition with their spouse’s exes and the ex being dead makes them feel insecure that they cannot best her.”
There’s also been an uptick in the ‘men and women cannot be ‘just’ friends’ rhetoric which I feel like is extremely dangerous and reflects the rise of fascism and sexism. Some of these stories of women feeling threatened by their husband’s female best friend have some merit and others are like “I feel angry that my husband still talks to the girl he grew up next door to and she and her wife are invited to family gatherings and included in family photos sometimes. Am I right to be suspicious?” No. No you’re not. I cannot imagine being you and living with that high level of stress and paranoia and constant torment and jealousy about your husband having a positive relationship with anyone who isn’t you.
okay look i know this isn't relevant to this post past the second paragraph but. here's the thing. the facts of the case are as follows:
1) I am widowed. my Beloved Wife of Blessed Memory(tm) died in 2019
2) I got together with my current partner about 18 months later
3) when I am committing acts of Foolishness my current partner loves to gesture at the sky to my dead wife, like "do you see this shit, my liege" and regularly says to me things like "[wife's name] was right about this" when my Foolishness inevitably comes back to bite me in the ass
4) this happens. all the time
more importantly:
5) my current partner is on tumblr
6) they love to incessantly send me posts
WHICH MEANS:
7) they just sent me this post with this commentary:
8) they really, really are ganging up on me with her. god help us if there's an afterlife and those two ever actually meet. "eternal rest" my ass, i will never know peace again
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3k | Buck/Eddie | Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bottom Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Sub Top Evan "Buck" Buckley, Mildly Dubious Consent, Butt Plugs, Premature Ejaculation, Under-negotiated Kink, Love Confessions, Crying After Sex
Summary:
It was not a plan. Eddie resents the implication. He took steps, made some choices, sure, which led him to a certain outcome, but it was not a plan. When he went to the website, added the items to his cart, put in his credit card information and his address, when he waited for the package to arrive and when it did, ran to his bedroom to carefully unbox them, he didn't have an end goal. He just—he had an urge, an urge that he followed to now, to Buck's bathroom, sweating through his t-shirt and trying to cool the burning flush in his cheeks.
He looks at himself in the mirror, splashes his face with cold water, shakes out his hands to dispel the nerves and the heat flooding his body. He fidgets in place, moves his hips, and he feels the silicone shifting inside of him. The thrill of it makes his heart race and his dick stir in the confines of his sweats.
It's not a plan.
Eddie takes what he wants.
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