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#ANYWAYS I LOVE THEM
sunclown · 6 months
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“This is the year you’ll fall in love”
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justalexx-things · 4 months
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If my future relationship doesn't look like this, I don't want it
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adharastarlight · 7 months
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Sirius: I relate to faries because I too die when I don't get enough attention
Marls: and here I thought it was just because you're gay
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pensymbols · 1 month
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ah yes the brook/franky/robin/jimbei polycule also known as the babysitters also known as monkey d luffys biggest enablers
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herstrayskies · 4 months
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"I'll give you all that I am, so please, please..."
Noragami Chapter 108 - Yatogami
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sunglassesmish · 7 months
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the hair touching gets progressively more intense
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gothamgrrrls · 1 year
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i adore ur brain
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seasicksilver · 5 months
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i'm not immune to velvet and veneer
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angelicdevil24 · 4 months
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You think Angel thought that something was wrong for a brief second when David started talking right before he proposed?
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lupeloto · 2 months
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“just for you” ficlet
hi okay so i had an anon send in a hc about this situation and i loved it so much so i wrote a little ficlet about it! enjoy them being nasty (if u saw this yesterday no u didn’t, i changed some things hehe)
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“that’s bullshit and you know it,” ian grunts, yanking the front door open with a fury.
“the fuck it is!” mickey shouts back, stomping through the living room with exasperated mumbles, “need a beer.”
“great, just do me a favor and drink your three six-packs away from me,” ian spits, a flippancy in his voice that only mickey brings out in him.
mickey purses his lips, squints his eyes, and flips ian the middle finger before angrily taking a swig of his old style, “gladly.”
he heads over to the couch, outwardly faking indifference about the situation while quietly cursing himself for letting ian and himself get so worked up over practically nothing. he’s not even sure he can recall what started it in the first place.
he angrily tears his shoes off, popping them on the ground before laying back in the couch and flipping through the channels. he mindlessly stares for about an hour, drifting to sleep before hearing a knock on the door. he ignores it, spitefully waiting for ian to come clamoring down the stairs with mumbles of how lazy he is. he’s still pissed about earlier; ian having picked a fight out of seemingly nowhere just because he woke up crabby. the knock turns to a bang. mickey sighs, mumbling varities of fuck this, fuck that as he begrudgingly makes his way to the door with significantly pronounced stomps just loud enough in hopes that ian will hear.
he vigorously yanks the door open, prepared to spit a quick “can i fuckin’ help you?” before he catches sight of those dewy green eyes and goofy smile.
“the fuck?” mickey whispers before ian pulls his hand out from behind his back. he reveals a bouquet of wilted white roses that look as if they could talk, they would be begging to be put out of their misery.
“climbed out the window,” he flashes a bashful grin, “this is all they had at the store,” he gives a sad smile towards the roses and then back up to his husband.
“i’m sorry,” he says sincerely, a tinge of shame plaguing his voice as those green eyes go soft. “go to dinner with me?”
mickey takes in the sight, his heart doing backflips in his chest, “jesus christ,” he stares down with a wide grin.
“those flowers look like shit.” he says plainly. ian gives him a shrug, clearly fighting a smile.
“‘m sorry too,” mickey steps aside as ian meets him in the doorway.
“you’re a sappy asshole, ya know that?”
“just for you,” ian smirks, abandoning the flowers and grabbing mickey by the waist to meet their lips. he pulls back, bringing his freckled hands up to cup mickey’s jaw. he runs his thumb along mickey’s cheek, tracing his nose and under his eyes. mickey blinks slowly, leaning into the touch as his eyes flutter shut.
“wow,” ian whispers as he scans his husband’s face, getting lost in soft blue eyes and dusting of light freckles across porcelain skin.
mickey leans in, devouring ian with a hunger before ian pulls away and slows the movement. “dinner after?” he huffs through slow kisses down mickey’s neck.
mickey’s head leans back, “dinner after,” he says through hiccuped breaths. they take their time up the stairs, giggling between kisses as they stumble all over the place; door wide open and wilted white rose petals scattered across the floor.
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sinclairstarz · 2 months
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the first rule of fucking whatever
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hey-bigart · 16 days
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“I don’t have any regrets.”
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ghostsprobably · 10 months
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ok i might finally be happy with this one
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ofishiallyjobless · 25 days
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPLIT!?!? 🎉
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Oh and unpleasant too I guess..🎉
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I hate him so much.
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simoni-999 · 10 months
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top ten gayest friend groups of all time <3
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seph-ic · 1 year
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More service dog au cause my brain is ROTTING
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