How would you know if a Cancer liked you romantically/platonically? 🤔 I find they are such a interesting and complex sign.
mmmmmm damn even i dont know when im interested in someone but lemme try
ROMANTICALLY (OR SOMEONE THEY HIGHLY ADMIRE THERES A DIFFERENCE));
a cancer cant and wont shut up about them. ever. not even for 1000 dollars/euros/yen/yeah
they often try to go to them to have a convo and try to make them laugh and just be more witty than usual (if they succeed its already a victory for them)
they are really playful!! so playful they may come off as an asshole sometimes. but its never meant that way!!
this is where they may get unpredictable; they can suddenly doubt themselves and think they are annoying you with their presence, withdrawing from their goofy self and trying to hide their excitement from you
they are much more willing to let down their guard (though not for 100% but they try) and talk about their emotions with you!!
they put you as first priority; if they see you walking in the room they practically go “OH SHIT ITS YOU HEY!!!!!!!!!!!”
they are loyal to the fucking DEATH fam!! when your best friend is a cancer you can bet ur ass they will support and back you up for years to come!! they’ll never leave u!!
they actually are the ones to initiate conversations for fucking once
if they act like a fucking idiot around you instead of Polite And Nice, ya got a cancerian friend right there
they will always try to make time for you to hang out, even if their schedule is tight!! they love u and rather want to spend time with you than whatever they were doing!!
they go out of their way to make you feel better about urself when ur upset!! no “that sucks :((” nonsense, they will fucking write a whole motivational speech for u if that will make u happy!!
they will always remember the times you helped them through shitty times, and even if they dont show it they are absolutely grateful about it and are always ready to help you out no matter what!! yeah even at like 3 am because cancers have shitty sleep patterns
I always see people writing Kurt Wagner imagines and writing his accent into it but lemme tell you, I have a german friend who has more or less the same accent as Kurt and there’s something y’all are missing out. In german J can sound like Y. Y’all don’t understand he makes the cutest typos when texting. He once wrote jogurt instead of yogurt. It’s the purest thing. If this ain’t Kurt Wagner texting I don’t know what is.
@phoenixejean (I’m tagging you bc I thought this might be relevant)
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jonathan could hear the pops of the fireworks outside of his window. He’d forgotten, in the excitement of playing through a Fourth of July themed GTA session, to give his dog his anxiety medication in preparation for the loud celebration of the country’s birthday.
Buster was already whimpering, cowering up under Jonathan’s bed.
He crouched down, his hand placed palm up as he tried to coax his terrified pitbull out. “Come on, buddy. It’s okay.” He said gently. A whimper, then a thud as another explosive went off and the poor creature hit his head on the bottom of the bed.
“Fuck.” Jonathan said again. He was pissed at himself. His poor baby was scared because Jonathan had been too busy playing with his friends to attend to his needs.
OH MY GOODNESS. OLD OBIWAN AND OLD MAUL IN YOUR TIRED FIC IS SOMETHING I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED UNTIL NOW. DO THEY HAVE SARCASTIC TEA TOGETHER? AWKWARD ROOMMATE SHENANIGANS? OR DOES MAUL JUST PERODICALLY LEAVE DEAD THINGS FOR OBI-WAN LIKE A CAT DOES?
LISTEN ANON I HAVE BEEN HOARDING THIS QUIET SPECULATIVE FIC IN MY HEAD FOR SIX MONTHS AND NOW I FINALLY POST IT AND PEOPLE LIKE IT??? I AM OVERWHELMED WITH JOY
to me, here’s what happens: it takes months (MONTHS) of dancing around, occasionally glimpsing the shadowy Nightbrother as he scampers off, leaving food out to try and tempt him into an actual building and possibly a wash of some kind. Maul will linger for a few moments- Obi-wan silhouetted in his doorway, his lights on indoors, trying to make it apparent that he’s home, he’d be open to a visitor- but Maul stands on the border between the reaching light and the comforting shadow, and stares for a moment before retreating.
He stares a little longer every time, though.
Eventually- and it’s a very long eventually- Maul stands with him when he watches over Luke. He does a wild-animal sort of creep, where at first he’s quite far off, then a little closer, then closer still; eventually he’s standing next to Obi-wan like they’re friends, partners even. Like they could work well together.
“You’ll not harm him,” Obi-wan says, stern. This is his line in the sand.
“You’re raising that boy to kill the Emperor.” Maul replies, looking at the thin teenaged form. “I don’t care whose child he is, if you think he can do it someday, I will take first watch.”
They stand together a little while more. The silence is comfortable. There is a sense of having said all that they each need to say; Obi-wan notices that peaceful feeling more and more as time goes on.
“How long has it been,” he mentions off-handedly, “since you slept in a proper bed, Maul?”
“All my life.” Maul answers automatically.
Obi-wan’s stomach drops. He had always thought that Maul had been raised on Dathomir, before being selected as a Sith the way his brother had been; but the more time he spends with the man, the more convinced he becomes that there was no Fall to the Darkness for Maul. He was just raised in it, consumed by pain and terror from earliest infancy.
“Come home with me.” He’d meant it to sound more tactful. But, well. It’s out now. His Negotiator’s tongue had always dried up around Maul, anyways. It’s a bit refreshing, honestly.
Maul quirks his head, like a bird plucking at seeds deciding whether or not the sentient holding the bag of food will eat them. He’s still, there is no anxiety about his form or his stance, but there are little stresses in the way he holds his fingertips together tightly or clenches his teeth.
“You can leave at any time,” Obi-wan soothes. “But- I could use the company.”
Owen calls Luke inside for supper, and the boy pulls himself out from under the vaporator with the same easy grace as Anakin used to. Obi-wan watches him and aches.
<b>ppl:</b> cn is purposely trying to make su ratings low so it gets cancelled!!<p/><b>me:</b> idk theyre shitty at scheduling yes but that sounds kinda out there<p/><b>cn:</b> [changes the schedule to push back room for ruby w/o telling tv guides, fails to advertise new episodes and time change]<p/><b>me:</b> where's me tinfoil hat<p/></p>
It had been over one month since Luke had surprised you in
the kitchen that first morning. It had also been about four weeks since you had
shared your first kiss between the two of you.
Nathan, of course, had no idea of what was happening between
the two of you. You guys kept your distance around him, even though you would
share the occasional sly glance or brush of the hand. In private, intimate
embraces were held, quiet whispers, soft brushes of skin on skin, and of course
more kisses than you could count.