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jjanguri · 10 months
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#NewtoZB1 Challenge: What is your favourite friendship pairing/group in ZB1?
familyz, aka that one instiz post that says: to find yujin: find gyuvin to find hao: find hanbin if yujin & hao aren't with hanbin & gyuvin then hanbin-gyuvin are stuck together
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noisythoughts-byme · 2 years
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it all fell down.
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naughtydogg · 5 months
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the way he talks to children 🥺
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sereiaxz · 1 year
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Why Xiao Zhan characters have to suffer from unrequited love... First Beitang Moran and now Ji Chong😭
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shatteredscreams · 1 year
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"I’m going to love her in all the quiet ways, the slow ways, the loud and obnoxious ways."
- lovelight farms b.k borison
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moonteases · 1 year
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another full moon graces the sky tonight, and like a perpetual 13-year-old lovestruck girlie I think of remus lupin once again
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dancingbluelight · 2 years
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day 3 of submitting song lyrics to wombo dream to get funky lil artworks
Today's song: Hello my Old Heart by The Oh Hellos
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hrts4bylrr · 2 years
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“The boy.”
THE BOY
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Crying thinking about pushing daisies again
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pixiecaps · 1 year
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it is 1:22am and my brain is starting to think about c!beeduo ??goodnight
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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reading the third wheeling kiribaku fic is the worst thing I could've done I hate everyone 😭
LMSFDASJDFOPSJDFLALKDASDKM and i can't even say you're wrong for feeling that way. that author truly went off the shits when it came to the... 1 scoop kiribaku......... 2 scoop good concept... OOPS DROPPED THE WHOLE DAMN BAG OF ANGST IN THERE FUCK! NOW YOUR CHEST WILL HURTY!!!
You finished it tho, right? I like to think the sweet end is... at least a little redeeming... even tho... yeah 😭😭😭
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mechawolfie · 5 months
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rewatching earthspark has me so excited for future seasons. i used to think humans in transformers were always annoying but 1) thats stupid and 2) these kids have my heart now and i cant wait to watch them grow. im adopting them. theyre my lil cousins now 🥺💕
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maudiemoods · 4 months
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WAAAAAUAGRGGG!!
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I love them so so so much!! AURGG!!
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mienar · 1 year
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remnants of where we have been
instagram | shop | commission info
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shatteredscreams · 2 years
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All I did just to make you happy
Still, you don't even fucking love me…
Killin' parts of myself to fit you
Clear as shit I was not the issue
Jigsaw - Conan Gray
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loveinhawkins · 23 days
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picturing Eddie first meeting Dustin and thinking yeah, he knows how this goes: he’ll be a larger than life, comical figure in this kid’s life for, like, not even a year before he leaves Hawkins High in the dust.
And sure, Dustin is, like, ridiculously endearing even when he’s being a cocky little shit in campaigns, and that suits Eddie just fine, ‘cause he can be a cocky little shit at the best of times, downright obnoxious really, he thinks—a part of him’s never outgrown the juvenile, no matter how many times he repeats senior year.
Plus Dustin is crazily good at solving riddles, so Eddie’s remaining months leading Hellfire are definitely gonna be a fun challenge.
Then March comes.
And Eddie’s shaking apart in a boathouse, seeing impossible, terrible things on a loop in his head, Chrissy, Chrissy, God no, please, and Dustin’s there, with a wisdom far beyond his years, calmly leading him out of the dark.
Eddie half expects it to be a trick, but no. Dustin Henderson believes him.
You don’t know me, Eddie wants to say.
But there’s a constant defiance in Dustin’s expression, even when he’s clearly trying to keep things light and breezy, there’s nothing to worry about! Like he’s just daring for Eddie to contradict him.
There’s something assured in how the kid does things, Eddie thinks. He can see how the years of all this shit have shaped him, have him flitting between maturity and earnestness: something born from a childhood that’s not been lost, just altered.
He watches Dustin walk with Steve Harrington in the woods—can read the shared history and fondness hidden in between layers of snark; they’re family, he knows that without a doubt.
What trips him up is that Dustin keeps looking back, keeps drawing him back into the group with complaints that he’s walking too slow, and his eyebrows are raised meaningfully, like he’s really saying that there’s room for Eddie here, too.
And Eddie doesn’t know how to convey the sudden gratitude he feels closing up his throat—feels too jittery still, too raw to do anything justice.
He keeps close when Dustin tears off through the woods, heart in his mouth as the night darkens, Dustin, can you slow down? Dustin!
He pulls Dustin back from the lake’s edge just in time, then feels Steve’s watchful eyes on him—spots a flicker of approval, like he’s passed some sort of test.
And that feeling only grows the longer he’s around Steve, lying through his teeth in The Upside Down, I don’t even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, and Steve’s giving him this knowing sideways glance, like maybe they’re something of the same; Eddie feels a sudden, unexpected rush of joy at the thought, dancing in and out of Steve’s space, still super jealous as hell, by the way.
“I told you, right?” Dustin says, grinning widely as Steve drives them out of Forest Hills at breakneck speed. “He’s awesome.”
And Eddie feels the fondness of his own smile, feels it right down to his core, because he gets that Dustin’s only being so forthcoming because Steve can’t hear him right now.
Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea.
It hits him then, while roughhousing with Dustin in the grass (a deliberate distraction, trying to make the kids forget about weapons and fire): that he’s never really been the kinda guy who people want to stick around, but now…
Now he’s starting to think that he could be.
Starts to imagine, starts to hope—and that’s huge, something that would’ve seemed impossible mere days ago—as he sees Robin and Nancy laughing at his antics, their weapon-making temporarily forgotten.
They like me, Eddie thinks with wonder, they really like me.
And he wants—sudden and fierce, with all he has—to change the world for them, to make it so Robin Buckley would just be spending spring break watching arty films, dreaming of Paris; so Nancy Wheeler would never need to hide guns in her bedroom, would never have to carry an unimaginable grief.
Steve looks over, too—his laugh carries across the field, and Eddie is caught by the warmth in his eyes; even as Dustin manages to playfully tackle him, he’s still thinking of Steve, and maybe, maybe…
The lightness fades as they go over the plan, but not the emotion: Eddie keeps that tucked away, safe, a promise to himself.
“Uh, are you sure about this?” he says in an undertone to Steve, when it’s first revealed that it’s him and Dustin paired up together.
Steve’s eyes are apologetic, “Sorry, man, I’ve tried every—if there was a way to just, like, sit it out, I’d have—”
“No,” Eddie says urgently, “I mean…” And he points at himself before nodding discreetly to where Dustin is—currently talking up a storm with Erica, something about vents that he can’t make sense of.
“Are you sure?” Eddie presses, trying to put all he’s not saying into the question, I can see how much that kid means to you, I’ve known him, like, six months, Harrington, that’s nothing, why, why do you—
Steve shakes his head. A little smile breaks through his concern. “Yeah, of course,” he says, like it’s nothing.
But Eddie can feel the weight of it. A passing of the torch.
And he doesn’t know how to put what he’s feeling into words: that, apart from Wayne, he’s never really allowed people in, never allowed them to matter like this.
As they drive back to the Creel House, as time runs out and nerves build, he tries to show everything he can’t say; he helps Nancy take stock of supplies, offers Robin his shoulder so she can sleep, and he knows that’s not enough, barely scratches the surface, but it’s all he’s got.
He sits in the back of the RV, watches Steve, tense and silent in the driver’s seat, and knows with certainty what his mission is: get Dustin Henderson safely back home.
And no, Eddie doesn’t know how any of this is gonna go.
But he can hope.
He can try.
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