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the-rippers · 2 years

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7, 8, 16, 19, 27, 33 for the met ask game babey 💜♥️💜

giggling like teenage girl on bedroom waving legs

omg thank you babeyyyy

7. is st anger actually bad?

acts like one of my favourite songs isnt the unnamed feeling

no but fr i get why people may not like it, but it's my jam, so i would say st anger slaps, according to my stats frantic been quite relistened track for me

8. unforgiven i, ii or iii?

ii on album, iii live

16. have you been to metallica concert before?

yep, 2019 babey, i recommend

19. favourite guitar solo?

in first ask ive said my friend of misery, so now i'll say ride the lightning bc damn that fingers go brrr

27. favourite garage inc. cover?

OH NOO I WAS SO AFRAID OF THAT QUESTION

uhm.. hmm.. if i have to choose.. either so what or stone cold crazy. or turn the page. oh damn i already go 3 songs

33. why did you get into metallica? how did you get into them?

alright ill give another story

i'll have to bring my mum into it, she was always a big fan of metallica, i remember her putting sad but true on speakers in our car and we singed our throats out for this song, thats why i'm always sentimental to that song

#thanks bebe #mwah #mai

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fautiger · 2 days

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I LOVE THIS DESIGN SO MUCH I'M GONNA CRYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

#*bebe rexha voice* “ICONIC 👏 ICONIC 👏”#hades game #hades 2 #hades 2 spoilers #AAAAAAAA thank u 4 my life supergiant #chatty

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istjun · 6 months

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🌊 BADA LEE @ BEBE's cafe event cr: bebeonly_

#thank you @bebeonly_ on twitter for giving me permission to gif these!!#bebe heads please check out their account ❤️#theres lots more videos there #bada lee #bebe #swf #swf2 #street woman fighter #street woman fighter 2 #bada #lee bada #mygifs #queue

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aheathen-conceivably · 1 month

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Hello Darlings! 🪴

The Family Tree has been updated! We now have new character portraits as well as traits for our youngest generation of Darlingtons! I recommend clicking on the link so you can see the photos in more detail as well as peruse traits, aspirations, and other branches by clicking on different characters. I’ve yet to update biographies so please ignore how outdated those are for now 😉

#also thanks to Tumblr’s terrible image quality you can see Summer and Isaiah’s bebes much better there #and they are adorable lemme tell y’all #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge #Darlington extras

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askblueandviolet · 2 months

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Ask Box is open again! Slots are limited again this week so 4 is the limit! But don't let this scare you off if you haven't asked anything yet XDDD.

Update: Ask Box is closed :)))

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#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #lmk #lmk fanart #lmk mayor #monkie kid mayor #blue and violet #Mayor is thankful for all the gifts #the pillow is not very well seen but it is there beside the Mayor and behind the Hershey plushie on the left #when trying to think of vute things to put in the candy box my brain had hit a stump #I ended up chucking a carrot with a face on there and the infamous Bebe #if any of you even know who Bebe is

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byorkewkew · 1 year

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they're kissing after they tucked (adult) diluc in bed

#elzer #adelinde #fuck ingame elzer i love old geezers like zhongli or dottore but no thanks elzer is a bebe

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ml-nolan · 3 months

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Postlude

Here's a little one-shot in the Layers of the Sun Dreamling AU that I've been thinking about for months. It's set shortly after the final chapter of Music When You Speak. Enjoy! 💜🖤💜🖤💜

Approx. 1156 words | Rated G | On AO3

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Ever since he gained the internal stability to do so, Dream started keeping an eye on the LAPD unclaimed property website. It was a choice that Dr. Gault had at first been wary of, worried that it would keep Dream trapped in a horrible memory.

"Are you sure you want that thing in your house? Would it not be triggering to see it day after day?"

"The memory will never leave me, no matter what I do," Dream had replied.

Truthfully, with the treatments Dr. Gault had administered, the ghost of electricity surging beneath his skin, the feeling of being trapped like an animal, the acute pain and indignity, had faded. When he remembers his brief but violent captivity now, it is like looking at a still life painting rather than inhabiting a looping film sequence.

"Owning it seems more like…justice. Like my due. And like what…it…deserves," he told her.

When he put it that way, it did not take her long to understand.

This morning, he sits at the countertop, drinking black tea as the sky brightens from indigo to light blue through his westward facing windows. As the cloud cover evaporates, it reveals the texture of windswept white caps on the ocean. Refreshing the website on his laptop screen, he finally sees exactly what he's been waiting for all this time.

By the time he hangs up the call with his broker, a familiar car is pulling into the driveway, followed by a less familiar truck. Today Hob is moving in, completely and for good.

After one more long look at the photo drawn up on his screen, Dream shuts the laptop.

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There isn't much to unpack. Hob has been slowly moving things over from his little townhouse ever since Dream bought this place. Plus, he'd unloaded a lot of his stuff on Matthew, Wanda, Martin, and whoever else wanted his old junk.

He’d brought over his cheese toastie maker, naturally. The bed they bought together so Dream would be more comfortable goes in one of the guest bedrooms. The few records Hob keeps at his house go into the listening room, and all his tacky little knick knacks go into a room that Dream has set aside especially for him. When Hob calls it a man cave, Dream wrinkles his nose like he's just smelled spoiled milk.

"We are both men," Dream says.

"Right, but here I can put up my collection of neon beer signs and taxidermy."

"You have none of those things."

"Says you. You didn’t know me during my redneck phase.”

Dream has the most adorable wrinkle of confusion between his eyebrows. Clearly he has no idea whether Hob is joking or not.

“Just kidding, love,” Hob says. He grips Dream's waist with both hands, and Dream allows it, just the way Hob knew he would. And just because he can, just because he loves that put-upon look on his face, Hob plants an extra-wet kiss on Dream's lips. Dream wipes it off with a scowl, but he's blushing down to the collar of his crewneck t-shirt.

As the moving truck disappears around the bend in Dream’s private road, Hob cards his fingers through Dream's mess of sable hair.

“Sooooo…care to give me a tour of my new bedroom?”

Dream grins, but he shakes his head.

“I am waiting on one more delivery," he says. "I need your help making space in the workshop."

—-

A wiry blonde, possibly in her sixties (or older given the way people in this city fight the natural aging process) slides out of the passenger side of a white delivery truck.

“That took no time at all,” Dream says as she approaches. "Ethel, this is my partner, Hob Gadling."

Hob looks radiant as he shakes her hand. But then, he always looks radiant to Dream.

Ethel gives Hob a curt nod, then sighs as she fusses with the tablet in her hands. “Bit miffed they posted the thing before calling me. I told my contact months ago money was no object."

"You succeeded. That is what matters," Dream says. He has waited patiently, and the fruits of his patience are now in front of him. All past obstacles are irrelevant.

Two men roll up the door on the back of the truck and lower a metal ramp. The instrument is even more massive than Dream remembers, but then again, everything from his state of mind, to the size of the space they inhabit, to the circumstances under which he is seeing it, is completely different.

Better, obviously. And completely on his terms.

Hob raises his eyebrows as they roll the piano down the ramp on its study casters, but he doesn't interrupt as Dream settles up with Ethel, as the two men negotiate it down to Dream's workshop and set it in the space he and Hob had spent the last half hour clearing.

Then they are alone again. Just the two of them and Dream's newest charge. Until now, he's only worked on smaller instruments—guitars, violins, even an old mandolin. This will be a new challenge, especially given the horrible sound the piano makes when Dream strikes a few of the keys.

But as far as Dream is concerned, this instrument was just as much a victim in the whole Burgess affair as he was. It deserves the same level of restorative care Dream has received. And as far as Dream is concerned, he's the best person to provide it.

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Hob watches Dream take stock of the full-size grand piano at the center of his workshop. His graceful fingers coast over the enamel, lingering on a few nasty scratches. It must not have been treated well in the last couple years, which is a real shame. The thing sounds like it belongs in the saloon of an old Western honky-tonk. But even with his perfect sense of pitch and sound sensitivity, Dream doesn't even wince.

The reverence in his touch tells Hob exactly where the piano came from. Hob had heard Dream's testimony. He had seen the crime scene photos. The entire world had.

"So this is the piano, huh?"

Dream nods, lowering the heavy lid and stepping back. "It saved my life. I would like to return the favor."

Moving in behind Dream, Hob wraps his arms around his middle and hooks his chin over his shoulder. The tense muscles in Dream's shoulders and back slacken, and he leans his head back against Hob's shoulder. The delicate skin of his neck is soft under Hob's lips.

"You saved your life, too, you know," Hob says softly into his ear.

"As did you," Dream says.

He turns his head to accept Hob's kiss, and Hob has one of those moments he often does with Dream—the kind where he barely recognizes the enchanted thing his life can become.

"So about that tour…" Hob says. Dream kisses him one more time before they head back upstairs.

#layers of the sun #music when you speak #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream x hob #because my head FINALLY doesn't hurt anymore #thank fuck #Approx 1k words #rated g #makes more sense if you've read the original longfic #but do you bebes

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utterdrip · 5 months

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he looks into the camera and i have to look away

#frankie posts #astarion #bg3 #astarion acunin #bg3: vid #hes so. handosme #handosme man #thanks for waiting so patiently for me to answer bebe #mwah mwah mwah

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yonglixx · 11 months

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bro passed out 😂

#lee felix #no but who’s responsible for this #who’s making him do this #my poor bebe #thank god they put him when chan

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fauvester · 1 year

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Grand babbee cardassian has broken me… also more Jocasta content pls we love a quiet queen

GRANPA GARAK! A DISIPLINARIAN!

He gets up early every day to pick fresh fruit from the garden for his grandkids. Elim III is his Little Regnar. Lim thinks he's going to spoil them rotten (the orphanage and the dirt floor gardening shed that they lived in was CHARACTER BUILDING. it made him the MAN HE IS TODAY.)

JOCASTA LOVE.... she's truly an underrated queen.. here maam ms head scrub nurse you dropped your crown 👑

She cares about outward presentation as much as any Cardassian, but especially hair (cardassian hair being much thicker and coarser than human fur.)

also she refers to julian as Dr Bashir at work just out of propriety and respect. most people don't know that they're father and daughter simply because she does not care to tell them. they just think she's his favorite because she's good at her job and gently takes no shit