The problem with giving advice to angry and suffering people is that rather frequently the thing they need to know to improve their position is the last thing they want to hear and not something they have the capacity to internalize or accept

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The problem with giving advice to angry and suffering people is that rather frequently the thing they need to know to improve their position is the last thing they want to hear and not something they have the capacity to internalize or accept
When you get sick and your stagehand calls you "poor thing" so you need to remind him of why workplace pay is miserable
laughing about the idea of shane having hoodies that end up only being worn at home because they're stretched out as FUCK because he was lounging around on the couch or something looking soft and domestic and cozy and ilya's brain just !!!! and he on autopilot just fucking. laid down on top of him and crawled up under the edge of the hoodie to soak up being cozy and surrounded by Shane Smell And Shane Heartbeat Sound And Shane Warmth and it's kind of just ilya being silly as an outlet for the overwhelm of affection he was feeling but also it feels SO good so he also just. stays.
just very *chin in hands, kicking my feet* about the mental image of shane reading his book in one hand and the other just resting over the giant mountain of hockey player sharing this previously one person hoodie with him, with ilya's like. whole head and shoulders and most of his back covered.
shane wiggles around until he can get the collar near ilya's nose so he won't like. suffocate. but then he just leaves him to it and keeps reading.
Rocky's obviously known as the hero of Erid alongside Grace, but I have to know, is he a heartthrob? Do Eridians see him and go "omg Rocky 😍😍😍" "can you believe he survived being in an alien atmosphere just to save his friend?" "he named a planet after his mate, did you hear?" "46 years all alone! How did he do it??"
The peach tree beams so red, How brilliant are its flowers!
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“Not to eat, to hatch.”
suggestive ﹙𝒯ender with PERCY JACKSON
Blah blah blah ... proper name, place name, backstory stuff...
"Hey!" Only when you snapped your fingers right in front of his face, did Percy Jacksons gaze quickly trail up your body ― your beautiful and exposed body, meant to tease him ( he was sure ) as you were only dressed in one of his large shirts ― and back up to your face of where he would find a rather unimpressed look. Oh... was he supposed to react to something you just said?
He was caught! And so Percy slowly shook his head, no, then, he nodded... and a noise of equally agreement as of disagreement chimed from him.
Obviously, he hadn't been listening. His eyes had been focused on other things... like appreciating his girlfriend.
More like ogling.
It was unfair, how you were trying to have a serious conversation with him now. When you were practically glowing, tempting him with every breath, every sigh... everything that had your skin move even just a little bit. And oh how he wanted to drag his hands across every inch of you...
"You're not listening." A statement, really. And you'd be proven right, of course.
And well, there was no denying it now ; He wasn't listening. "I wasn't."
You sighed. You were not exactly disappointed, or surprised. It was easy to amaze Percy with just a sliver of your skin. ( Hey, and maybe you were even a little proud that only you made him this helpless, with nothing but your thighs exposed, unkempt hair, and a little bit of golden light shining through the blinds...)
Your boyfriend all but pouted at your sigh and followed silence, "it's just so hard..." he tried to explain (half-heartedly).
There was a long pause as his eyes gradually moved down again, taking you in like you were everything he could ever ask the gods for. His tongue held even more words that he only let go of when he reached the hem of the shirt, "i'm hard..."
At any other day, you might've rolled your eyes at him and his stupidity, annoyed and maybe even a little amused because that was just so him. Plain, honest, and utterly smitten by you...
But, it was in the way he said it so softly, how he didn't reach for you right away (and never without your okay) and how his gaze wasn't hungry but oh so adoring and longing... that had you undeniable hot and wanting.
You shuddered, and Percy smiled wide ― boyish. "Can i touch you?" His sweet question brought a familiar warmth to your chest, and you didn't deny him. You rarely did.
Because Percy never took your okay as something to take advantage of, his hands never reached for your butt first, or your chest, or even your hips. His warm palms always, always cradled your face first, holding it like it was something precious... even if his body wanted you in ways he couldn't quite put into words.
He always craved your heart first. Only then would he take you apart ♡
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“[gwaine] has made very clear where his devotion lies. he walked through fire to get to you.”