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#NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN!!!! I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER!!!!!!
emiuli · 3 days
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No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her.
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bumblingbabooshka · 11 months
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Tuvok’s intake of breath/slight straightening of posture when Janeway says she spoke to his family before she left....................................................I can’t speak
#yes this is important enough to merit its own post <- favortism#Janeway & Tuvok are so <3#you know that fanfiction trope where Kirk is like 'Spock please - we're in private. No need with this Captain stuff' ?#they are the COMPLETE opposite HEHEHE#Janeway (to her friend of twenty years): Hello Mr. Tuvok. / Tuvok: Hello Captain v_v <- just got done telling an ensign that HE knows the#captain would not appreciate being referred to as 'ma'am'#Janeway & Tuvok: what if 'you're right as usual' could be our always?? <- something's wrong with them#AAAAAAAAA 'they're worried about you' (Vulcans do not worry) 'they...miss you.' (...as I do them.)#Then Janeway immediately rising with her wide eyes and promising to get him back to them like she's making a blood oath AAAAA#H E ALREADY MISSED THEM. HE ALREADY MISSED THEM AND THE Y ALREADY MISSED HIM.#Tuvok is the 'I lived bitch' meme twiceover but specifically to T'Pel#Tuvok's goes undercover with the Maquis - The Maquis ship is lost - Voyager is lost - Voyager is found but thousands of light years away -#AND YET HE MAKES IT BACK TO HER IN THE END#NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN!!!! I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER!!!!!!#Anyway Janeway and Tuvok would make a blood oath to each other about anything they are so dramatic and duty bound#O H MYGFUCKING GOD IS THAT NEELIX~!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!#HI NEELIX~!!!!!!!!! <3<3<3 HIII!!!#Janeway (to some guy she found in a dumpster): My Name Is Captain Kathryn Janeway Of The Federation Starship V-#Also I love Neelix trying to act like 'oh there's just ONE thing really you could get me to make me cooperate...'#when the one thing is LITERALLY water...GIRL....!!!! HE 'S DYING!!!#me seeing the scene where Tuvok meets Neelix: WOOW just like leolaroot's moth to the flame music video!!#Tuvok's speech pattern my beloved <3#'I aSsure you that everything in thisrom HAS a specific fuuunctiooon.'#B'Elanna: (so scared she's literally shaking) Sorry I'm just freaking out bc I'm Klingon#BABY. GIRL. NO. YOU ARE /NOT/.#how she pronounces her name changes...here she says BAY-lanna instead of BUH-lanna#livetweeting
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inorheona · 4 months
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hualian on my mind
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youcancallmekathyp · 1 year
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I just want to talk about that nurse calling Lucy “Mrs. Lockwood.” About how she asked George if he was MrLockwood when she first came to the house. And then I want Lucy to be the one opening the door to people looking for either employment or wanting to employ the agency and going “Are you Mrs.Lockwood?” and her starting to like the sound of it.
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apricusapollo · 6 months
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my sister turned on work song by hozier and I suddenly felt unbearable urge to cry over helnik I miss them so much it's unhealthy
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natalinova · 3 months
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No ship has ever been more work song coded than Steggy
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mumrikberry · 2 months
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Today, I woke up for ballet class and went to get dressed. My boyfriend made me a cup of green tea with one spoonful of honey, the hard honey, in my lilac mug with the blue spoon, the smallest one. He passed me the black tote bag before we went out. On the way there, he pointed out that one of the clouds "looked like a columbine" - he is not interested in clouds, or in columbines, or in plants at all. He laughed when he saw I was wearing the purple socks with green dinosaurs on them, "because those are the ones you wore when we first hung out" he said.
I went to uni today proudly wearing my green backpack. "It's green, you love green" He said when he gave me the gift bag containing it during our beach holidays. I looked into the bathroom mirror in between classes and smiled at my dragon earrings, they look just like his necklace.
The thing is, I like my green tea with one spoonful of hard honey and I love the smallest blue spoon. I wear the black tote bag to ballet class and I love clouds and plants and columbines. I collect funny socks, and he knows the stories of them all. He knows my favourite book is Demian. His sister tells me he's taking notes while reading it. He remembers all the space facts I've told him and all the constellations I've pointed out. He says my lips taste like blackberries (I wear blackberry lip gloss, but he argues that it's because that's my name).
He knows and he listens and he remembers. And he tries. He always tries.
And god I love him.
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tapiocapearls2 · 10 months
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i find it incredibly amusing how my favorite Hozier song, Work Song, fits SO MUCH with both my all-time-favorite couples for whom i would die for in a heartbeat (hualian and aziracrow) like LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT THIS SHIT.
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stillcaptivating · 5 months
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and-make-it-double · 6 months
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in retaliation to all the (painful) pining that sam has to put up with I think that he should get to inflict psychic damage on dean by making him listen to hozier. As a treat
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autistic-ranpo · 15 days
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when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth....
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youcancallmekathyp · 1 year
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wreck my plans // lockwood&lucy
"I'm begging for you to take my hand,  Wreck my plans, that's my man,"
                           Locklyle  Week Day 7: Free Day
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gvllenhaal · 1 month
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𝒋𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒈𝒚𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒍: stop whatever you're doing and go binge-watch the first two episodes of "under the bridge" on hulu asap! seriously, i'm not just saying this just because one of the leading ladies is my soon-to-be wife, nor because the other happens to be one of the most insanely talented actresses in hollywood. this show is absolutely brilliant, exploring the intricacies of personal identity while shedding light on the powerful societal forces that undoubtedly influenced a shocking crime committed by young people. it'll leave you questioning whether anyone should be judged solely based on their worst actions. just to clarify, riley isn't the one behind this message. she's definitely not typing it on my phone right now. nope, not at all. trust me on that. now, go grab some popcorn and immerse yourself in "under the bridge" because you're in for a mind-blowing ride. @rileykecgh
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lyctoralsaints · 3 months
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✧     ֺ    ˖    ⎎ @kuipher said an adoring kiss because the other is rambling. jess and mike hehe
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pretty,  perfect  jessica  riley  ––  he  counts  himself  lucky  to  even  be  sort  of  worthy  of  her  love.  she's  talking  about  all  the  fun  they'll  have  when  they  get  to  the  washington  lodge,  as  odd  as  it  may  be.  his  biggest  fear  is  the  awkwardness  that  is  inevitable  .    .    .  but  if  she's  excited  for  it,  he  can  never  tell  her  not  to  be.  no,  she's  too  passionate  for  him  to  ever  dare  to  do  that.  he  sprawls  out  further  on  the  bed,  long  limbs  stretching  until  joints  quietly  pop.  he  registers  her  saying, we  can  have  snowball  fights,  and  can't  help  the  smile  that  prompts  to  tug  at  his  tiers. yeah,  they  can  definitely  do  that.  he'd  also  like  to  make  snow  angels,  he  thinks  ––  snow  angels  with  his  angel  .    .    .  that  sounds  like  a  plan.  mike  shifts  to  sit  up,  to  regard  her  with  a  meek  fondness.  the  expression  she  holds  is  exuberant,  bright  and  something  he  can't  quite  place;  he's  just  glad  that  at  least  someone  is  excited  for  the  trip.  it  makes  himd  read  it  less,  after  what  happened  in  the  most  recent  past.  jess  continues  to  talk,  and  he  tips  his  head  to  the  side.  " you're  right,  jess.  it  will  be  fun  for  us,  despite  everything. "  they'll  be  together;  that's  all  he  can  ask  for.  hands  reach  for  her  visage  as  she  continues,  to  draw  her  close,  to  press  a  kiss  against  parted  tiers  as  if  he's  trying  to  swallow  all  of  her  excitement.  he  just  might  be,  hoping  that  it'll  infect  him  so  he  can  look  forward  to  the  trip  in  the  same  way.  another  kiss,  a  second,  a  third  ––  he  loses  track  for  a  moment,  allowing  the  bliss  of  it  all  to  wipe  away  his  anxiety.  he  settles  into the  comfortable, endearing  memory  of  her  words,  and  the  softness  of  the  resulting  silence. 
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littlechillis · 1 year
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oh to be loved the same way hozier writes his songs 🧍‍♀️
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justalilfandomguy · 9 months
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What is it about hozier's morbid fatalistic love songs that make me so fucking feral?
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