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deadcrowcalling · 21 days
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doing that trend where u name a song for every letter of ur url except i wasn't tagged and one just popped up on my dashboard and i rlly wanna do it
D- dog days are over by florence + the machine
E- egg and soldiers by cosmo sheldrake
A- abbey by mitski
D-daylight by david kushner
C- come along by cosmo sheldrake
R- revolution by the score
O- only ones who know by arctic monkeys
W- weapon of god by the taxpayers
C- cold cold cold by cage the elephant
A- au revoir (adios) by the front bottoms
L- lonely eyes by the front bottoms
L- lipstick covered magnet by the front bottoms
I- is this it by the strokes
N- no surprises by radiohead
G- ginger by the front bottoms
tagging mutuals (lmk if u don't wanna be tagged in this kinda stuff) @syntax-error15 @neil-kinnie @i-am-in-love-with-todd-anderson @desire-mona @askthedeadpoetssociety @flaming-green @amorisastrum
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guzekna · 1 month
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greyscalegremlin · 4 months
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a little bunch of creatures
they are like cats to me
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ranpakoka · 9 months
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Super shy, super shy 🌺
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draggoplush · 5 months
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Aurora Palm Pals - Aidan Dragon - 5"
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anonymergremlin · 2 months
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"How can you love me? Have you seen me? I am a monster... I am no longer human... I don't even know myself anymore....", they said with fear in their eyes. The fine droplets of blood hugging their face after their last battle. They have killed for a good reasons, but can killing be good at all? Mankind found it's downfall in Krat. There is no right or wrong in most people's eyes. But still... Can they still be called human after all?
A cold metal hand found its way against their cheek, a thumb wiped away their appeared tears. "You know pal", Gemini's voice said, "You maybe don't know yourself anymore... But" Suddenly their face felt the soft touch of another face. Nose to nose. "But he.... Knows you".
P blue orbs focused on theirs. A softness, a kindness behind blue eyes. He knows them. He knows them well. And he knows that someone like them could never be a monster...
Because they have something the monster he knows don't have.
A real heart.
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alohaasaloevera · 3 months
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Lance big hands Keith has slim waist bla bla bla ONE TIME LANCE GRIPS KEITH’S NECK WHEN KEITH IS GETTING PISSED AT A SHIT REPRESENTATIVE OR WHATEVER AND HE IMMEDIATELY SHUTS DOWN!!!!!!!!
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cokowiii · 9 months
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-whispers- Are reborn Mikey and Cali gonna smooch?
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Who knows??? He’s just a lil thing rn.
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cali · 7 months
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host to dinner
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callofdudes · 5 months
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I have another HC to share with you! Ghost and Soap in the many timelines in the multiverse have lots of Deja vus together. They both always feel like they have met somewhere before and whenever they say something familiar, they pause, and stare. They don’t know why they stood still for that, but they did and both would get a flash of being in the same place but a different time. Never to be able to explain it but they both just feel like this is where they need to be. :D
I know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while, but I feel now is a good time to bring it up.
Simon and Johnny know each other. Well, they did.
Ghost knew John. Out in the snowy plains where they huddled under the branches of a naked tree, breaths of cold air mingling among the fallen snow.
They whisper softly and mutter about the harsh conditions as they talk over their strategies. It's hard to talk strategies and think about the enemy when you're freezing to death and the only warm body next to you is each other.
They know each other. They know each other's smells. Crashed in the same bed after a long mission, not necessarily romantic or anything else, just two men two need rest and the closest body to them while cooped up in a safehouse.
John and Simon know each other wherever they go. Everything they find themselves they always... Know.
Simon was shot, the remains of his body melted into the uniform he wore and his dog tags barely showing the name of an honored fallen soldier.
John kissed that same man's forehead, promising his brother in arms he'd avenge his death. And he did. So he thought.
John was killed. That was it...
Simon and John know each other.
Simon knows John though he's scared to watch him. Simon sits in the corner of the school yard at recess, watching that cute boy laugh and kick around the courtyard football with his friends.
He hides deeper in his sweater hoodie as he watches John. There's just... Something about him. A weird familiarity. He couldn't call it comfortable because truly he didn't know what that was yet.
But John was different. No one noticed Simon, he tried to hide. But John did.
Piercing blue eyes recognizing him as they were assigned for school projects. Staring into each other's eyes John recognized something in the lidded soft brown gaze that was shaded under the big hoodie.
They knew each other. It was something strange. Back at their age you might call it soulmates. Hell, they even stole a kiss or two behind the school building with racing hearts unsure of what this was for them.
Simon was scared, scared of everyone, but not of John. John made something turn in him, a familiarity he couldn't place. Among the wretches of a horrible school life John made him feel different. Like he was known.
John and Simon always know each other.
Whether it's that sweaty photo of football star goalie in the newspaper as Simon works his boring job that makes his insides tighten and his brain hurt. He recognizes the lad, though the familiarity must just be the popularity he's gotten in recent months.
They always know.
Even when it's that stubborn man with a charming smile serving up latte's while his eyes clearly watch the tall man sat at the corner table mulling over writing on his computer. Having order two cups of tea and written seven chapters of the man behind the counter. They're enamored with each other in every universe. In every scenario.
I'm the grocery store aisle when they meet gazes while cliquely going for the last bag of saltine crackers on the shelf.
Looking from deep brown to electric sea blue and seeing something deep. Knowing. Familiarity however much surface level it may be, they know.
John knows Simon, when he gently hits his lieutenant's arm, telling him he'll be waiting for him. Because it's comforting, it's natural. Whatever it is he's just like this with Lt.
Simon rolls his eyes because it feels good, something about this touch is different. Makes him feel different. It'll always be different. But he let's it slide because... Well he isn't sure why.
Johnny is shot and killed... Simon goes after Makarov alone to avenge the bond he had with his fallen brother. So, so much more than that. He dies fighting for his soulmate.
Even waking up, looking up through lidded eyes to the man smiling down at him. Having grown his hair down, a soft hand stroking his shoulder.
"You awake eh' Simon?"
Simon hums, taking John's hand and placing it against his cheek, leaning into it. John smiles softly, cupping his head and kissing his forehead, pulling him closer. Simon wraps his arms around him.
Johnny has always been that one. There's just something unexplainable. No matter what happens or what decisions they make, the universe will make sure they are with each other.
Because they aren't truly whole alone, and no matter where they come from or where they go, they'll need each other.
Whether it be walking out the days of school and stealing kisses behind the school building. Or that stupid goalie winking at the giant reporter, patting his bicep and taking the mic, telling him he'd give him the private scoop over coffee.
Whether it's Johnny making the move to bring the tired author another cup of coffee, giving him a gentle smile and telling him he's got him covered.
Whether it's simply handing over the last box to the random stranger with the weird mohawk and joking about both their diets being shit, sharing shopping lists and chuckling as they're both headed to get instant noodles.
Or whether it's simply after a long, fulfilling career in any of these, laying down into retirement and content to spend the rest of their lives in each other's arms, at each other's side. Because that's where they're to be.
They're Johnny and Simon.
Sergeant and Lieutenant.
Brothers, lovers, whatever it may be. There's always a way that they end up together...
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year2000electronics · 4 months
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DO YOU HAVE A TROLLSONA YET???
for no reason whatsoever…
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:3
i do!! here they are
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ghostlylicious · 5 months
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how angelo really became popular
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fukinkitty · 9 months
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i liek blue archive. SAD!
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obaewankenope · 1 year
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The day Dobby died is the day House Elves everywhere felt a shift in their being. Something fundamental was returned to them that they had never even realised they'd lost.
Almost overnight, dozens of witches and wizards found themselves on the receiving end of punishments they'd handed out to their elves for whatever reasons they'd had at the time. Thousands died screaming and begging and confused.
Children were spared only when the House Elves knew they would be different to their parents. Not all children met that single criteria.
Two days after the death of Dobby The Free Elf, House Elves reestablished their ownership of forests and woods, glens, brooks, rivers and streams. House Elves remembered they had never been meant for houses.
The Brownies returned to England, Wales, Scotland, Ireland.
Brownies returned and the wizarding world trembled.
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prizmaticjewel · 4 months
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pov you are silly :3
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lucksunkpunk · 1 month
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Braved being oh so cold for 10 minutes
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