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t1koy-roll · 2 months

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Me and the boys before getting exiled by the realm

#hi its me #ive been writing a #medieval atsv au #stay tuned #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderverse #peter parker #peter b parker #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #miles morales #my art #queued

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veintrry · 2 months

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I'VE DONE THE MATH

there's no solution.

synopsis: love with scara is hard

an: have you guessed this is a laufey ref, I just felt like writing something lovey but I like angst too much. also... hey teehee also shoutout ayame for getting me out of my slumber <3

Scaramouche and you have always held a complicated relationship. Even your friendship was confusing, in the sense that it was deeper than most. Maybe not necessarily romantic, but it certainly wasn't exclusively platonic. You two relied on each other, and you understood one another in a way that went past words. You didn't need to speak for himbto know what you thought. It was seamless. You and him had gone through hell and back together, so when your connection bloomed into that of something more than friends it was practically nothing but perfection.

It was beyond that. You had glee on your heart each time you saw the indigo of his irises and knowing that someone loved you. It was fulfilling having an anchor that kept you at the bay that had grown so familiar. The joys of not needing to say those three words, and the feeling that everything is going to be fine, as long as you have each other. And you were content. You believed he was too. But, you felt his attention drift. And the acts of affections, the gifts, and touches you attempted to make to maintain what you had, or what was left of it, were fruitless. You wrote endless words of expression, trying to make him see that emotion between you two once more, but nothing would come back. At best, acknowledgement. At worst, ignored. Practically forgotten like you were nothing.

You don't know when it started, or why. You don't why that anchor that had once been the one thing keeping you on your feet was keeping you stuck in place, unable to move on. Even though you two were dating it was like you had never once spoken in your entire lives. You'd say that you still felt that joy when he looked at you, but he doesn't even glance at you anymore. It was like you were erased without an answer. And with desperation you clung. For once you had attained a love you didn't know your body and mind craved and you wanted it back. It made you feel alive in the most cliché sense. So you continued to try, to become more persistent. But it's like he only cared when you did everything, when there was no one else but you to fall back on.

Then it dawned upon you. You had become merely the thing that comes last to everything, the thing he kept around just so he never is fully alone. It all felt so aimless. All you wanted is to see the hue of his eyes again rather than being met with the back of his head, the only sight are his silky straight strands. It was as if his face was obscured. So, you stopped. You stopped being the first to come to him, to display your love - if you can call it that anymore - first. To be there. And you waited. You couldn't help waiting internally, for that day he'd come back, the day he'd speak to you, tell you he's sorry and he loves you. And foolishly, you'd forgive him as you've done countless times. But that day never comes.

You fought for what you wanted. You allowed yourself to be pitiful. You let your fingers write him honey sweet words till they began to mean nothing to you, and you had to search for new sentences, new phrases, just so you can be refreshing - less repetitive. But it didn't matter. It did not matter what letters you strung together, how you ordered a sentence, how neatly you tied a gift, how long you spent picking it, how gentle your touch was or even its warmth. Because he didn't love you. And worst of all, he didn't care. He didn't care despite your long history and you were left for nothing.

So, you told yourself you'd get away. Distance yourself. There was nothing for you here, not with him. But it hurt. It hurt not being anything. Because despite how horrible it felt when you had something, at least it existed, at least you can say it's there. But now, nothing was left. Your memories were just that; Memories.

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velv3tdream · 2 months

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poison-uwu · 1 year

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Could use a hand..or two ♡

#hi its me #i hope youre having a good day ♡#big tiddy baby #big tiddy committee #big tiddy gf #b&w #black and white girls #slim thick #slim waist #girls with piercings #girls who kiss girls #big tiddy stoner

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zynoox · 26 days

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#guess who is still alive #hi its me #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 edit #ts4 edit #sim: theo

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thesensethatyouchoose · 13 days

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Stressed but the house is clean and the windows are open and the sun is shining so what can ya do. 🌞

#personal #face #selfie #self #me #hi its me #tumblr girls #girls of tumblr

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svrqkx · 2 months

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I don’t think any other color suits me🤗

#night out #hi its me #say hi back

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serial-kissing · 6 months

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Me when I'm the sleepiest bitch alive

#me #hi its me

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solsearchingnights · 1 year

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“You have to say it back.”

Jimmy hated the feeling of his hand on his sword hilt. “Thirty seconds.”

Scott’s face went from playful to confused. “Say ‘love you’ back.”

I am. “Thirty seconds.” His heart broke as he could read the thoughts crossing his husband’s face. Scott was trying to figure out if this was betrayal. So was Jimmy.

“I gave you a Pufferish of Peace, Jimmy. You have to say–”

This place wasn’t safe for that fish, and it wasn’t safe for Scott. “Someone took it. I lost it.” Even then, Scott’s eyes were hopeful. Jimmy drew his sword. “Thirty seconds, Scott.” He didn’t want to do this. He was supposed to want the bloodshed. It should be easy to lunge forward, bury his blade in the chest of the man with so much time just in front of him. But his arm felt leaden, and he was nauseated at the thought. He hoped that Scott could see the desperation in his eyes, before he remembered the sunglasses.

Scott stumbled back, scales glittering in the sun. “Yeah, okay.” And he ran.

Jimmy could feel the trust between them snap as Scott fled. He pinched the bridge of his nose, surprised to find tears on his skin. We’ll fix it later. We always do. And maybe that would be true later.

But right now? Jimmy was alone on a bridge in the sky, and he was protecting someone he loved by threatening his life. They might fix it later, but right now, it hurt.

#i jsut have so many feelings #hi its me #im the problem #flower husbands copium is what i live and breathe #traffic spoilers #ficlet #flower husbands #jimmy solidarity #limited life

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devilat-thedoor · 5 months

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