Roxygen22 - Inner Ramblings Of A Recovering Perfectionist

Hey so back in 2005 when that guy said death is the doctor's constant companion.. he was NOT joking

"is ______ secretly the master?" is such a fun theory/discourse prompt because it can apply to both The Acolyte and Doctor Who

Another List of "Beautiful" Words

to include in your next poem

Avidulous - somewhat greedy.

Breviloquent - marked by brevity of speech.

Compotation - a drinking or tippling together.

Crimpy - of weather; unpleasant; raw and cold.

Desiderium - an ardent desire or longing; especially, a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.

Dyspathy - lack of sympathy.

Ebriosity - habitual intoxication.

Epitasis - the part of a play developing the main action and leading to the catastrophe.

Fantod - a state of irritability and tension.

Graumangere - a great meal.

Grimoire - a magician's manual for invoking demons and the spirits of the dead.

Hiemal - of or relating to winter.

Illaudable - deserving no praise.

Impluvious - wet with rain.

Innominate - having no name; unnamed; also, “anonymous”.

Juberous - doubtful and hesitating.

Noctilucous - shining at night.

Poetaster - an inferior poet.

Psychrophilic - thriving at a relatively low temperature.

Quiddity - the essential nature or ultimate form of something: what makes something to be the type of thing that it is.

Repullulate - to bud or sprout again.

Retrogradation - a backward movement.

Semiustulate - half burnt or consumed by fire.

Tenebrific - causing gloom or darkness.

Unparadiz’d - brought from joy to miserie.

If any of these words make it into your next poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

beautiful words list pt. 2

"High Risk Red" for the glow of Vader's lightsaber made me laugh out loud. Bit of an understatement.

STAR WARS WEEK ★

@swsource​ star wars week: day 3 – i'll try spin-offs! – favorite non-skywalker saga media [template]

Anxious/overworked Timothee feeling sick and tired needing all the cuddles cuz he’s so miserable from working too much

Nothing, just you.

Hope you like it!! ( imagine living in a wilrd where Timothée begs you for hugs 🤧)

Fluff!

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Lately Timothée's film schedule required him to work long days, well into the nights. He would stumble through the door at ungodly hours, hair a mess, eyes barely open, threatening to collapse at any given moment.

He was anxious beyond belief and made it a habit to pace up and down the house, without a moments rest.

You truly hated to see him like this. He grew distant, to the point where you would barely see him at home. It was no secret Timothée was passionate for his craft, but he began to neglect himself completely.

One day, he dragged himself in through the door as usual. You were already long in deep slumber, the house house standing quiet and still. He wobbled to your shared bedroom, gently pushing the door open to reveal your outline beneath the covers. Even in his state, he couldn't help but be awestruck by your beauty.

Without much bother to take off his clothes, he flopped onto the bed, curling himself into your body. He clung to you desperately, like some sort of koala, face buried in the space between your neck and shoulder. He called it his "safe place."

His arms squeezed you to him as closely as possible, leaving no space between.

You awoke to the soft shaking of his form, as quiet sobs escaped his mouth. The idea of your poor boy, so overworked and fatigued, broke your heart, but the sounds that reached your ears did it for you.

You twisted in his arms until you were face to face with him, his grasp not loosening for a second.

You carefully took his face in your hands , thumbs ghosting over his tear stained cheeks. Every time his lip quivered, your heart broke a tiny bit more.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up to meet yours. You looked at him gently, but solemnly, "Timothée, I really do think you should take a break, this isn't healthy. In fact, I insist. You're taking tomorrow off and shortening your work days, and that's the last I will hear of this."

He opened his mouth for a second as if to protest but shook his head, seemingly changing his mind, and closed it. Instead, his eyes reagined their glimmer slightly, and he smiled up at you

"Okay, mon ange. Whatever you say."

He leaned into your palm, which had never left his cheek, before resuming his old position snuggled up on the crook of your neck.

"Do you need anything? Water, aspirin, maybe?"

"Nothing, just you." Came his mumbled response.

The next day, the two of you spent the entire day in bed, eating pizza and binge watching his favourite shows. All the while, he never left your side and became the clingiest he's even been.

He trailled behind you around the house, constantly begging for kisses and hugs, to which you happily obliged.