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Will is not a morning person
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something from 2022 I never dared to post 😭
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Lesbyler dump for no reason at all


Library kiss is based on @longtallglasses’ fic 🙂↕️
#IM SCREAMING IM SCREAMING I LOVE THEM SM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#autumn lesbyler have my heart#the heart on michelle’s jacket#perfection
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Lesbyler bc im a little crazy
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stranger gays, you will always be famous
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STONATHAN SKETCH 📸📸📸
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snoopy airport byler ♡
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*sighs dreamily* i didn’t say it
*twirling hair* you didn’t have to
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henderhop in their 20s are so “in 10 years time if neither of us are married let’s get married” coded
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
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more senior prom byler because I think about them at least once a fortnight
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hi guys realized i never posted this to tumbs . cheers
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it’s been 2 years I haven’t drew them, but guess I am back (kinda) ! just, them, I miss them, I miss mike, I miss will, I miss my silly babies :(
NO REPOST ON OTHER SOCIAL WITHOUT MY PERMISSION PLS 👁️
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burn off from the rush
“You’ve really never?” Will asks, finally pulling a box of matches out of his pocket, not the lighter Mike had been expecting. He tips the box of Marlboros out towards Mike again, and this time, he takes one, trying to pretend like the subtle weight of it is not as foreign in his hand as it feels. “Not even once?” “No,” Mike says, trying to figure out whether he should be getting defensive or not. “Why? Is it that hard to believe?” “I just figured, you know, it’s easier to bum a smoke off of somebody than it is to get your hands on some booze,” Will says thoughtfully. He tucks the cigarettes back into his pocket and plants both hands on the stack of hay behind him, taking a careful step onto the bale already resting by their feet — and then, when it holds his weight, he hoists himself up, legs swinging. “And you’ve done that, so.”
Will sneaks out for a smoke break. Mike decides to join him.
(inspired by this)
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byler fanart?
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