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they're wrong,, but are they?
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Kats
bearfreeface
Bear Free Face
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My heart will sing no other name; Jesus.
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Me just minding my business:
Ashton starts teasing new solo music:
Luke starts teasing new solo music:
The band announces a new song:
Conclusion:
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Displaced children have been forced to seek makeshift shelter in chicken coops after their tents succumbed to flooding. This tragic reality evokes painful echoes of history, reminiscent of the deplorable conditions endured by Jews during the Holocaust, confined to horse stalls and sleeping on wooden shelves never intended for humans.
The phrase “never again” lost its meaning shortly after World War II, as the world witnesses a disturbing repetition of past atrocities. Despite solemn vows, the world’s involvement in supplying arms only exacerbates the suffering of the oppressed. It serves as a stark reminder that complacency and inaction pave the way for history to repeat itself.
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we stay boycotting
This is your reminder to keep boycotting
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Just so we're all clear, in this house we believe:
Eddie is actually very intelligent and being actively failed by the system
Eddie is not "dirty" and his room is not "filthy"
Eddie is not deliberately mean or cruel
Eddie is not a bully
All the power to anyone who disagrees but just... Not gonna find support in any headcanons that fall under any of the above from me personally
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this is adorable😭🥹
you got your wisdom tooth removed and the anesthesia's side effects were kicking in.
"why did you marry another woman?" you cried in rafe's car, chocking on your tears.
"baby, you gave me this ring!" rafe exclaimed, panicking when he saw more tears falling down your cheeks.
"why are you yelling at me?" you looked so sad and rafe mentally slapped himself for raising his voice.
"i'm sorry honey, do you want me to get you something to eat?" he tried again.
"oh my god, are you leaving me?" that caused another breakdown.
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initial - rafe cameron
not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me
summary: blurb inspired by the song call it what you want by taylor swift. requested by @rafeslovergirl
word count: 0.7k
warnings: none
“My baby’s fit like a daydream..” you sing not-so-quietly to yourself as you move around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for yours and Rafes breakfast.
Rafes eyes stay glued on you as you sing and subtly dance around the kitchen. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him that you’ve been singing the same song for nearly an hour, but he's far too infatuated by you to ever consider asking you to stop.
He gets up from his stool by the island swiftly, moving around the table to stand behind you. Wrapping his arms around you loosely, he presses a kiss to your neck, just above the fabric of his t-shirt you were wearing. You lean back into him with a giggle, continuing to hum the same tune as you crack an egg over the skillet.
"What's that song you've been singing all day?" Rafe finally gives in and asks you, mumbling the question into your skin.
You smile a little, tilting your head up to look at him. "Call it what you want by Taylor Swift, it's been stuck in my head for days. Are you asking because you like it?" you ask with a smirk, fully knowing Rafe's music taste is definitely not Taylor Swift.
Rafe gives you a look, "not particularly. I was just wondering what song I've been listening to you sing all morning," he said with a small smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.
You smile into the kiss, only breaking free when the eggs start to make a sizzling sound. "You should listen to the song though, it's really good," you add in a somewhat joking tone, as you move the eggs onto two plates.
Rafe simply hums in response. He tightens his arms around you for a moment before stepping back and moving to one of the cabinets to grab some salt and pepper, helping you with breakfast.
As you eat together at the kitchen table and make plans for the day, Rafe makes a mental note to listen to ‘call it what you want’, later.
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The next day, you're tangled together with Rafe in his bed watching TV- well, kind of watching TV.
“I have something to give you,” Rafe mumbles against your lips, pressing one last lazy kiss to your face before pulling himself off the bed.
You groan a little at the sudden loss of contact, leaning back against your pillow with a sigh. “What’s the occasion?” you ask, curiosity evident in your voice.
"No occasion," he says, smiling a little to himself as he pulls a small velvet box out of a bag in the corner of his room.
You sit up against the headboard, legs crossed and anxiously awaiting this mystery gift. You watch him intently as he smiles widely until he reaches the bed, sitting down so his body is facing toward you. He holds out the box for you to take, an excited glimmer in his eyes.
You examine the black velvet box for a second, the Cartier label not going unnoticed by you. “This is so expensive, Rafe. Did I forget an anniversary or something?” you ask with a slight laugh, grabbing your phone to check the date.
Rafe smiles and shakes his head, grabbing the phone from you. “No, no anniversary. Just wanted to do something nice for my girl. Open it,” he pleads impatiently, placing the box in your hands.
“Okay, okay,” you say with a chuckle, undoing the ribbon around the box. When you open the lid, your eyes immediately shoot up to meet Rafes. “You didn’t…”
“Do you like it?” he asks softly, wide smile playing on his lips as he sees the answer in your expression.
You nod intently, too distracted by the shiny gold to form any words. You pull the necklace out of the box, holding it up in the light. You trace your thumb over the gold ‘R’ hanging on the chain with a beaming smile.
Gaze moving back to his face, your suspicion is confirmed. He listened to the song.
“Because you own me?” you ask with a knowing smile.
He grins and shakes his head, “nope, because I really know you.”
taglist(lmk if u want added!) @rafes-bae @willowpains @housekeeperjjswife @addisbooks @sofiatheseconf @rafecameronsofine @rosie-anne
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initial - rafe cameron
not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me
summary: blurb inspired by the song call it what you want by taylor swift. requested by @rafeslovergirl
word count: 0.7k
warnings: none
“My baby’s fit like a daydream..” you sing not-so-quietly to yourself as you move around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for yours and Rafes breakfast.
Rafes eyes stay glued on you as you sing and subtly dance around the kitchen. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him that you’ve been singing the same song for nearly an hour, but he's far too infatuated by you to ever consider asking you to stop.
He gets up from his stool by the island swiftly, moving around the table to stand behind you. Wrapping his arms around you loosely, he presses a kiss to your neck, just above the fabric of his t-shirt you were wearing. You lean back into him with a giggle, continuing to hum the same tune as you crack an egg over the skillet.
"What's that song you've been singing all day?" Rafe finally gives in and asks you, mumbling the question into your skin.
You smile a little, tilting your head up to look at him. "Call it what you want by Taylor Swift, it's been stuck in my head for days. Are you asking because you like it?" you ask with a smirk, fully knowing Rafe's music taste is definitely not Taylor Swift.
Rafe gives you a look, "not particularly. I was just wondering what song I've been listening to you sing all morning," he said with a small smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.
You smile into the kiss, only breaking free when the eggs start to make a sizzling sound. "You should listen to the song though, it's really good," you add in a somewhat joking tone, as you move the eggs onto two plates.
Rafe simply hums in response. He tightens his arms around you for a moment before stepping back and moving to one of the cabinets to grab some salt and pepper, helping you with breakfast.
As you eat together at the kitchen table and make plans for the day, Rafe makes a mental note to listen to ‘call it what you want’, later.
—
The next day, you're tangled together with Rafe in his bed watching TV- well, kind of watching TV.
“I have something to give you,” Rafe mumbles against your lips, pressing one last lazy kiss to your face before pulling himself off the bed.
You groan a little at the sudden loss of contact, leaning back against your pillow with a sigh. “What’s the occasion?” you ask, curiosity evident in your voice.
"No occasion," he says, smiling a little to himself as he pulls a small velvet box out of a bag in the corner of his room.
You sit up against the headboard, legs crossed and anxiously awaiting this mystery gift. You watch him intently as he smiles widely until he reaches the bed, sitting down so his body is facing toward you. He holds out the box for you to take, an excited glimmer in his eyes.
You examine the black velvet box for a second, the Cartier label not going unnoticed by you. “This is so expensive, Rafe. Did I forget an anniversary or something?” you ask with a slight laugh, grabbing your phone to check the date.
Rafe smiles and shakes his head, grabbing the phone from you. “No, no anniversary. Just wanted to do something nice for my girl. Open it,” he pleads impatiently, placing the box in your hands.
“Okay, okay,” you say with a chuckle, undoing the ribbon around the box. When you open the lid, your eyes immediately shoot up to meet Rafes. “You didn’t…”
“Do you like it?” he asks softly, wide smile playing on his lips as he sees the answer in your expression.
You nod intently, too distracted by the shiny gold to form any words. You pull the necklace out of the box, holding it up in the light. You trace your thumb over the gold ‘R’ hanging on the chain with a beaming smile.
Gaze moving back to his face, your suspicion is confirmed. He listened to the song.
“Because you own me?” you ask with a knowing smile.
He grins and shakes his head, “nope, because I really know you.”
taglist(lmk if u want added!) @rafes-bae @willowpains @housekeeperjjswife @addisbooks @sofiatheseconf @rafecameronsofine @rosie-anne
REQUESTS OPEN!
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Love will tear us apart masterlist
Summary: Eddie convinced himself that he hates the girl that took over his mind the moment he laid eyes on her. The girl that he saved without even knowing it.
part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six // part seven // part eight // part nine
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