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Pointing out that Annabeth was jealous of Rachel Elizabeth Dare was probably going to get Steph shoved off a roof, either by Annabeth or Silena, so she decided to go for the second option instead.
Stephanie Brown and the Trials of DNA Tests Chapter 3: A Daughter of Aphrodite Explains Condoms
for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing
Blue and Adam working in a garden store together?
"Whose turn is it to deal with asshole regulars," Adam asks, "yours or mine?"
"Ugh, I think it's mine," Blue admits with no enthusiasm. "Which one is it this time?"
"The guy with the class ring who's convinced he knows more about orchids than I do."
"You have killed lot of orchids." She says it in what’s clearly supposed to sound like a breaking bad news gently kind of way. It doesn't even come close. But then, no one's good at something on the first try.
"He doesn't know that," Adam says. "Also, that was a long time ago. Also, who had to rescue your fig tree?"
"That doesn't count, you didn't do anything different than I did. It just decided to stop dying when you took it so that I would look bad."
"Do you think that maybe says something about you? That you assume everyone up to and including plants makes all their decisions based on spite?"
Blue picks up the heaviest planter they sell, for no other reason than to be holding it. He's seen this trick before; she claims it gives her an excuse to hurry customer conversations along, hey make this short and to the point, I'm in the middle of something. He's pretty sure she does it to metaphorically and physically flex her muscles in front of the customers: I'm tougher than you are.
"I'm going to go deal with that asshole." She puts on her terrifying customer service smile. "And then you're next."
"Don't rush back on my account," he tells her, faux courtesy, but once she's gone he picks up her broom and finishes the sweeping up.
kisses from your brother- literally anything about Declan!!!! (esp if it's kisses on minor injuries)
kiss prompts | still accepting
Kisses from your brother - Declan/Lynch brothers
The Lynch family went through many pillowcases. Aurora spent quite a bit of time at her sewing machine turning older linens into new pillowcases. Ronan spent just as much time dreaming things that fit into those pillowcases. And Declan spent too much time using those pillowcases to take the dreams out to the yard and bury them. That night, another pillowcase laid in a heap on Ronan’s bedroom floor, twitching its way around while Declan shook his hands out to get rid of the fine tremble of adrenaline in them. He knew he should take it out, but he was rooted in place by the sniffles and whimpers coming from Ronan’s bed. Declan was getting better at his job. Neither of their parents were coming to the room to check on them. He’d taken care of the dream creature — the makeshift sack twitched again — mostly, and without making a ruckus. Ronan would be fine, he’d go back to sleep and forget the nightmare…if he’d even realized he’d brought it forth in the first place.
Declan looked down at his hands, where teeny little scratches were trying unsuccessfully to bleed. They were just red and itchy against his skin. Sighing softly when no one came to check on them still, he left the knotted up pillowcase where it lay and crept back over to Ronan’s bed. Sure enough, his younger brother was already trying to drift off to sleep. His hands tangled up in his naked pillow, also covered in the same scratches. Declan was mad that their dad couldn’t take out the nightmare, and he was mad at his fake mom for not coming in to comfort Ronan. There was clearly nothing left to do but take care of everything himself. No matter what Niall and Aurora did, Ronan was still his little brother, and Declan took that seriously with more conviction than one would expect at his age.
Climbing up onto the bed, he bent to cover the scratches on Ronan’s clenched fist with kisses. Aurora may not have been his real mom, but she did do mom things. That was one of them. Kisses make it better, she often said when one of them scraped a knee or hit their head. It was its own sort of magic, like dreaming, that soothed painful wails and made band-aids feel less itchy. Declan, suspicious of everything, thought maybe it was just a mom thing. But as he tried it out for himself, Ronan started to quiet. The room was hazy and dim with just the glow from his night light. Declan felt so tired. As soon as Ronan stilled, it felt like the whole world had quieted down just for them. He forgot about the nightmare, about what his responsibility was. He laid down next to Ronan, pressed tightly against his back, his arms a protective circle around him. Nothing would get him while Declan was there.
Nothing.
[This one was different from what I’m used to doing with kiss memes, so thank you very much for the prompt! I hope you like it! <3]
for the first sentence meme: "Anakin had been told, many times and by many people, that he had no shame."
Anakin had been told, many times and by many people, that he had no shame. This was, at once, both true and untrue.
He actually had a theory about shame: it posited that the opposite of shame was, in fact, confidence. If he was confident in his abilities and shortcomings, if he knew his actions to be the best decision he can have made in the moment, then shame could not touch him.
It worked out fairly well for him so far.
Standing on the steps of the Jedi Temple with his hands in binders and a Judicial holding either arm, staring up at Masters Obi-Wan and Windu, Anakin prepared his defense. He blew up that swoop bike with confidence, after all.
... And he was a minor.
That had to count for something, even on Coruscant.
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TEA!!! HEY!! Okay first up, I'm so glad we're mutuals! You're one of the first people I talked to in TRC fandom, and I'm so grateful for all the beta reading you've done for me! I love your AU ideas, writing those bits of the Old Guard AU with you was so much fun and we should definitely get back to it!! I love your writing very much, your descriptions are always so detailed and lovely, and YOUR ANGST!! It's just spot-on heart-wrenching emotion!! <333
either, and my Best Thing would be like. a guest leaving me a hundred dollar tip because they love me as their waxer and it's christmas. god. that sounds so nice.
sometimes the best thing that could happen is that someone just straight up gives you money, and you know what, i’m gonna spend a lot of time really thinking hard at the universe for you bc i think this is an achievable bttch.
okay okay. hennessey and harrow or blue and gideon.
this one made me have to bite down on my hand really quick to avoid waking rafi up omg
hennessy and harrow. they would eat each other
your outtakes are UNBELIEVABLY dreamy and sweet. marry me.
No, YOU are unbelievably dreamy and sweet.
And heck yeah, let’s get hitched! We can geek out about TRC and writing and superheroes LOL <3<3<3
(this is me right now btw ⬇⬇⬇)
