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Imagine this..

You are a live-in nanny for a single father vampire lord.

You have your own room in his manor. His manor is free range for you.. any part of it is allowed to be explored.

The children are polite and well mannered. They are under your wings to be taught how to interact with humans and other daily lessons not covered by their governess.

The vampire lord has also began to seek you out more. It was small things, more frequent check ups on how his children have been taking their lessons.

It grew more into asking about your opinion on books.. current fashion.. places you'd like to visit. Learning about you and letting you learn about him.. Something he hadn't felt comfortable doing since his late wife's passing.

One day, you mentioned a collection of books you saw at the market. You, unfortunately, were just a few pieces shy from purchasing it.

That night? You found an elegantly wrapped box with the collection inside. No note. Nothing to lead you to your admirer.

But you already knew who made the effort.

kkumri

MSBY & BABY!! 🦊🍼 rip papa…

000l

shrewreadings

like to charge, reblog to cast.

ororium-z

Happy Pride!

rootbeergoddess

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

thesaltofcarthage

I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.

frontmansdefender

RIP to the legend

silvermoon424

This goose fucking rocks and had a crazy life!

I really just have to summarize Thomas's entire life:

He was in a committed relationship with a male swan named Henry for 18-24 years before a female swan named Henrietta showed up and mated with Henry.

Thomas was initially jealous of the pair and attacked them, breaking 2 of the 5 eggs Henrietta had laid. However, once the remaining eggs hatched, Thomas warmed up to them and helped raise them.

Henry couldn't fly because of an injured wing, so Thomas taught the cygnets how to fly.

When they needed to reduce the goose population in the pond where Thomas and the swans lived, they dyed Thomas's feathers red so he wouldn't be separated from Henry.

Henry, Henrietta, and Thomas remained in their happy throuple for years and raised 68 cygnets before Henry died in 2009. After Henry's death, Henrietta found another swan and flew away, leaving Thomas alone.

Thomas finally met and mated with a female goose in 2011 and had his own babies. However, another goose named George stole them and raised them himself.

As Thomas grew elderly and blind, he was relocated to a wildlife center where he raised orphaned cygnets.

His caretaker at the center described him as "pretty high maintenance."

Thomas died in 2018 at the age of around 40. He had a funeral that included a small coffin and a procession that was led by a bagpiper. He was buried under the stone where Henry was buried, the two finally reunited in death.

Before and after his death, Thomas has been celebrated as an icon of the LGBTQ+ community for obvious reasons.

sweetmeldies

Sobbing over a queer goose at work was not on my Friday bingo card

#goose #actually fucking sobbing

yellbug

i know everyone says they hate being online and i understand why and i get it and its bad and everything but (whispering like i'm at a sleepover) i actually really like being online

sweetmeldies

It’s where my silly little fanfics and delusions are… escapism at its finest

#blossom reads #it’s truly amazing once you block out the negatives

nyctoheart

these tags are so funnyyyy

her comfortable and relaxed time

sweetmeldies

This reminds me of when I’m on my period and I find that one position where I don’t feel the hands of god squeezing each ovary

#kitty cat #catblr #cat

antlered-vixen

I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."