this is how big skyrim is btw
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bullets is 1930s depression era
revenge is a western
black parade is post world war 2
danger days is if blade runner that christian bale movie equilibrium and mad max had a three way that resulted in a futuristic colorful gay baby
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actual exchange I had with my dad
my cisgender male dad: “I’m more likely to get pregnant than you.”
My virgin asexual sex repulsed ass: “true.” *says while trying not die of laughter*
when you’re such an asexual stereotype, it’s a joke in your family that you find hilarious.
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red stans are rep stans are evermore stans are midnights stans
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characters who are cats: chloe, jeremy, the squip, rich
characters who are dogs: brooke, jake, michael, jenna, christine
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You had done molly before, you knew you’d be fine but Katsuki wasn’t convinced.
“We need to get you to the hospital,” he said so seriously, but you just laughed.
“No, I’m fine moron,” you mumbled.
It was stupid to call him but here you were on your ex boyfriends couch after a bad night out, impulsively calling him when your friends left you at the club when they found a guy to go home with and you didn’t.
He suggested you crash in his room, but you decline the offer.
“I’m just waiting for the alcohol to clear up my head than I’ll be out of your hair,” you said.
Katsuki’s heart skips, and he’s immediately trying to get you off his couch and into his car.
“You mixed booze and pills? You idiot, are you waiting for a heart attack?!”
You just laugh and laugh at his anger, because it’s Katsuki and of course he’d be a grandpa about your party activities.
The sound of your laughter makes him ease up enough to crack a smile, but he already knows he’s going to stay up all night to make sure you don’t stop breathing.
“Hey, you know you didn’t have to pick me up,” you mumble, grogginess making it nearly impossible to keep your eyes opened as you laid back down on his couch.
With your makeup runny from sweat and your hair tangled, he still thought you were breathtaking laying on his couch on late Friday night.
“Just so you could be murdered by following some creepy dumbass home? Yeah right,” he barks back.
You giggle, your hand finding his and holding it.
“You always were a worrier,” you mumble before softy snoring as you fell asleep.
Katsuki watches you sleep, and gently squeezes your hand as an ache spread throughout his chest.
“I’m still your hero (Y/N),” he promised, even if you weren’t his anymore.
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