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The eternally difficult decision between “yes, hardbacks are heavy and expensive and big” and “but they’re just so fucking PRETTY”

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I READ UR FIC "you’re leaving (now i’m left amongst the living)" AND AJGRJNS IT WAS SO GOOD!!!

omg thank u so muuuch this means a lot to me 🥺🥺 definitely made my day <3

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #ao3fic

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AWTWB SPOILERS

Original by @letraspal , if I’m not mistaken. ❤️

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Furuba characters as John Mulaney quotes

Idk if this has been done before, but this has been sitting in my notes for weeks

Tohru

Yuki

Kyo

Shigure

Hatori

Ayame

Hatsuharu

Momiji

Hiro

Kisa

Ritsu

Kagura

Rin

Kureno

Akito

Bonus:

God creating the Zodiac

That one old servant lady

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What happens when Hatori isn’t home...

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None of y’all can stop me.

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older doodle but i have nothing to post rn so we having some andreil smooches after winning gold at the olympics cause i love them.

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“no mourners, no funerals” is really just mentally ill “live, laugh, love” huh

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Late birthday doodle for Adam!

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young royals + ao3 tags

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“my first book is about rich people in love, my second book is about broke people in love” –– casey mcquiston

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Tag yourself, I too am a finger guns bisexual and a fire sign

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LGBTQ+ History in One Last Stop - Happy Pride Y’all

“She lets Jane’s memories transpose over here, now, like double-exposed film, two different generations of messy, loud, brave and scared and brave again people stomping their feet and waving hands with bitten nails, all the things they share and all the things they don’t, the things she has that people like Jane smashed windows and spat blood for.” (Pg. 267) 

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RWRB made me want to scream about it at the top of my lungs, tell the world how truly precious the feelings in those pages are, share that feeling with everyone because there's so much of it that it overwhelmed me. Consumed me with every word because I know that feeling of slowly knowing yourself, and I want that feeling of finding the one you maddeningly love.

OLS doesn't make me wanna do that. OLS is the feeling of sitting alone in your room at 3 o'clock in the morning and a once favorite song comes on in the shuffle, so you don't even realize when you start dancing in the dark to it. It's private, a different kind of precious. Like a secret you have with yourself. I don't want to scream about it, because I don't have to scream to know it's truly special. A calm comfort of found family and spark of love.