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freakingdork:

knatalie:

okay but please please tell me someone sat down and wrote after-mulan fic where some days li shang wakes up and rolls over and murmurs mulan’s name and reaches out for her only to hear “call me ping today” whispered back

and how everyone else not in the know thinks he has a wife and a secret army boyfriend and that he’s hiding one from the other

and someone tries to tell mulan and she just collapses laughing because they’re close but totally wrong

and li shang all the time just deals with it because he loves ping and he loves mulan and he doesn’t care what name he’s using or what gender he’s kissing as long as he can sneak one kiss a day

the dragon kind of creeps him out sometimes but it’s all cool

it’s all cool

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Filed under FUCK YES disney mulan

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marquessadessantoss:

eren-jaegerbomb:

wtnv headcanon: steve carlsberg is actually cecil’s real life bestest best friend and he constantly rags on him on air cause they’re those kind of best friends who have prank wars that get kinda out of control and end with steve getting arrested by the secret police oops

(also cecil loves those scones but he’ll always say they’re awful as he eats like a whole plate of them)

YES

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Filed under YES all hail the mighty glow cloud

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ohmygil:

zombres:

ultimatesquidmissile:

Raleigh go home
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#the best part of this #is knowing mako is totally in there with him #probably blushing like crazy #’Raleigh you really don’t have to—’ #’NO. NO MAKO. I DO HAVE TO.’ #’But—’ #’YOU’RE A GIFT.’ #’Ral—’ #’LITERALLY PERFECT’ #’Um.’ #’MAKO FOR PRESIDENT’ #’I’m not even—’ #’ANYTHING YOU CAN DO SHE CAN DO BETTER’ #’Are you singing…?’ #’TALK SHIT ABOUT MAKO MORI AND YOU GOT 99 PROBLEMS.’ #’Wh—’ #’ALL OF THEM ARE ME.’

the dog’s tail is wagging tho

ohmygil:

zombres:

ultimatesquidmissile:

Raleigh go home

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the dog’s tail is wagging tho

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striderider:

'If you want,' he said, 'we could do some tests on the trees.  I've been meaning to do some scientific tests on the trees.  They seem normal, but given all that I've observed in this town, it is a significant chance that they are not.'

Well, of course I could not pass up the opportunity to perform real science, side by side with my Carlos, and so we approached the nearest tree, an old sagging thing, and began to perform tests, the nature and purpose of which I am not remotely qualified to describe. 

from episode 27, “First Date”. there is no way scientific testing wasn’t innuendo for making out like teenagers.

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gonnaslapabitch:

but seriously why can’t platonic kissing be a thing

like if i could tell me friend “hey i’m upset” and they gave me a smooch and played with my hair while watching a movie that’d just be the best

it’d definietly cheer me up like woah thank u 

why does it need to have a romantic connotation why does it have to make things weird it’s just friends kissing that shouldn’t be weird so why is it

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"Persephone Lied"

The truth is, I was bored. 
My mother blissing ahead of me, rosebuds rising in her footsteps,
And I skulking behind, thinking,
Oh look. She walks in beauty.
Again.

Her power could boil rivers, if she chose.
She doesn’t choose. She scatters
Heliotrope behind her.

And me, I’ve no powers. I think she’d like
A decorative daughter. A link to the humans
She feeds with her scattered wheat.
A daughter wed to a swineherd’s just the thing
To show that Demeter’s a down-to-earth
Kind of goddess.

Do you know what swineherds talk about?
Swine.
Diseases of, ways to cook;
“That ‘un’s got no milk for ‘er shoats;
Him, there, he’s got boggy trotters.”

And when he leaned in, smiling,
While we sat in a bower sagged with Mother’s honeysuckle,
When he said, “Now,
My herd’s growing and I’m thinking I could feed a wife—”
That’s when I snapped, I howled, I ran.

And when a hole opened up, a beautiful black, in all the pastels of my mother’s sowing.
Let me fix the lie: Nobody grabbed, nobody pulled.
I jumped.

I thought it was a tiny earthquake, 
Thought I was killing myself,
Starting a long journey to Hades.
It was a more direct trip
Then I’d imagined—
I landed in his lap.

He just looked at me, said “Well,”
And kept driving his chariot down,
Flicked his leather reins near my face.
He did not give me flowers.
He never spoke of pigs.

Didn’t speak much at all. Just took me down in darkness
And did dark things.
I liked them.

I stumbled through his grey gardens, after,
Sore and smiling.
And the gardener said, “Little girl,
Little sunlit flower,
You belong in the world above.
Trust that they’ll come for nyou,
But while you wait
Don’t eat the food of the dead, for it will trap you here.”
And I said give me the fucking fruit.

But when I ate I could hear her howling,
See her spreading winter on the world.
My poor mother, who missed me after all;
My poor swineherd, starving.
Huddled up for warmth with the few he hadn’t eaten.

I spat out half the seeds.

So now I suffer through the summers,
Smile at the swineherd who tells me
Which shoat is off its feed.
Smile at my mother and walk behind her.
My powers have come to me now, and in her candy-colored wake I scatter
Sundew and flytrap, nettles and belladonna.

I smile and wait for November,
For when I come back to you.
Your clever cold hands and your hard black boots.
I don’t ask what the leather is made from.
I don’t think I want to know. 

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