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Ok so I was watching Atlantis: The Lost Empire (again)...

And I noticed something…

so this is the first time we see the king of Atlantis, right? 

Then he says this while his wife is drawn into the heart of Atlantis:

Notice how he’s not looking away. The next time we see the king, he is blind.

DOES THIS MEAN HE LOOKED INTO THE HEART OF ATLANTIS, RISKED LOSING HIS SIGHT, JUST SO HE COULD SEE HIS WIFE ONE LAST TIME??????

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Just to be clear


You can be polyamorous and still cheat.
You can be polyamorous and still cheat.
You can be polyamorous and still cheat.
You can be polyamorous and still cheat.
Y O U   C A N   B E   P O L Y A M O R O U S   A N D   S T I L L   C H E A T

YOU CAN BE IN A POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP AND STILL BE CHEATING

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all i have is my honor and a tolerance for pain

Comfort in Your Arms

Jude raced through the cool evening night, going as fast as his legs could pedal.  He struggled to keep from crying.  Callie’s words stung hard, and Jude couldn’t even figure out why.  So he kept pedaling, willing himself to arrive at Connor’s as soon as he could manage.  He just needed Connor right now.  He needed his strong arms, his soothing voice, his soft lips, because truth be told, Jude felt like shit and Connor was the only thing that he knew would make him feel, if not better, at least alright.  Arriving at the Stevens’ house, Jude hopped off his bike, letting it crash into the grass, and he sprinted inside up to Connor’s room, not even bothering to knock or ring the doorbell.

“Jude-” was all Connor managed to get out before Jude collapsed into his arms, burying his head into Connor’s chest and dissolving into tears.  Feeling Connor holding him, he already started to feel better, relaxing into Connor’s embrace.

“Shh, shh Jude.  It’s alright.” Connor cooed, gently rubbing Jude’s back.

“I w-worked so h-hard Connor.  I tr-tried to make it p-perfect.  And she just c-called it ‘the surprise party I didn’t want’ Connor.  How did she t-think that w-would make me f-feel. I just-” Jude managed to spit out between heavy sobs wracking his body, the last few words overcome by the tears.

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it, Jude.  She was probably just overwhelmed.  Don’t beat yourself up okay?” Connor said quietly, trying to reassure the boy crying in his arms.  He hated seeing Jude so upset.

“I just don’t know Connor.  What if she did mean it?”

“I promise it’ll be alright.  Why don’t we just sleep and you can talk to her in the morning?” Connor asked, gripping Jude tighter and placing a gentle kiss onto his forehead.  Jude just nodded.  After a while, Jude’s body stopping heaving and his breathing slowed, as he feel asleep curled up into Connor.  Connor held him tightly and didn’t let go until morning.

Helping Your D-Partner Manage Stress (Pt. 1)

Getting Dex worked up was definitely one of Nursey’s favorite things to do. He was always wound so tight that he seemed a hairsbreadth away from actually combusting when they argued. It was like nature intentionally designed him that way and then made his entire body a warning sign: bright copper hair, bright amber eyes, and a bright tomato-red blush anytime his emotions were above a seven or below a three on a scale from one to ten. Seeing Dex flustered was like an interactive work of performance art, and Nursey honestly couldn’t stand to see such a well designed piece go without an audience.

Seeing Dex worked up constantly and for seemingly no reason, however, was proof that the Devil was real and very much wanted the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team to suffer.

“Dude,” Holster asked, voice pitched low enough to make sure that Dex couldn’t hear him. “How long do you think it’s been since he got, you know, laid?”

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