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[avdiobliss]

I hate that i read all of the tag correctly LMAO

in a medieval groupchat nobody would make fun of your typo they would just assume that its a new spelling youre going with and roll with it

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Lockwood, grinning: Before you were what

Lucy: Before I was-

Lockwood: What?

Lucy: Before I was inter-

Lockwood: Before you were interrupted?

Lucy: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll-

Lockwood: What?

Lucy: *makes frustrated sound*

Holly, nervously: Stop that. Before she hurts you

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Hello my friend 💔

My family’s escaped Gaza, and bring them to safety

If you can read or share our fundraiser, it would mean the world 💛

Thank you so much 🙏 and my apologies if this ask is a bother.

@mohamad-family

Free palestine ❤️

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reblog and put in the tags a physical feature about yourself that might change your mutuals visual idea of you

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I HAVENT BEEN ON TUMBLR IN FOREVER THANK YOU FOR BRINGING ME BACK @neewtmas

1. London Thunder by Foals

2. Ode To The Mets by The Strokes

3. Tempt You (Evocatio) by Nothing But Thieves

If you couldnt tell, I’m an indie fan

GO LISTEN TO NOTHING BUT THIEVES

@bella-rose29 @maraschinomerry @oblivious-idiot

MUSIC LOVERS ASSEMBLE!!

reblog this with 3 songs:

the song your listening to right now (or last one you listened to) , your current favourite song, a song of your choice

thanks for the tag @ailoda 🖤🖤

Gone Or Staying - Sleep Theory

Emergence - Sleep Token

Temple Of Love - Black Veil Brides & VV

npt: @pizzaapeteer @obsessedwithceleste @magicbystarlight @godricgryffinsnore @amongemeraldclouds

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@uku-lelevillain

j'adore le franglish content le code switching c'est tellement fun je sautille from a language to another like a gazelle et toi aussi tant que tu voudras :)

OUAIS baby we are so fucking back. franglais est parfait parce que americans get mad AND it sends evil psychic vibes à l’académie française. The phrase “qu’est-ce qu’y’all doing aujourd’hui” came out of my mouth this evening and i think that might be the pinnacle of human language. i love being annoying

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everyone SHUT UP

im busy thinking about lockwood and co

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What would we say to some avdiowrites lockwood fics…?

Got an angsty one in the works >:)

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reblog to heal the person you reblogged this from

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I still dont know who elrond is but your writing is so good i could imagine this like he was right infrpnt of me holy moly

BELLE

I feel like i should have a water gun to spray at you

🔫🔫🔫

DIY ~ rop!elrond x reader

so I have no excuse here

I promised myself that when Breathe got to 400 notes I would post another elrond fic I have hidden away (there's thousands of words of the stuff) and that happened yesterday! so have this!

modern au

word count: 806 words (a baby)

warnings: elrond is doing diy. need I say more

(not my image but I can't remember who's it is)

“Do you want a cup of tea, love?”

“Isn’t it a bit-” you cut yourself off as you look up from your book, seeing your fiancé Elrond leaning against the doorframe, “… hot.” He smiles softly at you which does nothing to help the butterflies stirring in your stomach, and sways a little where he stands with one arm holding onto the top beam of the frame. At some point he’d taken his flannel shirt off, obviously too warm in the current heatwave, so he’s just in the white vest he’d put on underneath. You try not to stare too much at his arms that are very much on show (the way he’s holding onto the doorframe does everything to make his muscles look more defined), and try to remember what his question was. 

“Maybe,” he says, pushing off the doorframe to stand just inside the living room and shoving his hands in his trouser pockets. You’re grateful that he’s moved, but it’s almost as though you’ve gone from the frying pan and into the fire. The way he’s slightly slouched with his curls out of place (they’d previously been hidden by the low height of the door) has your breath hitching in your throat. “I can get you something else if you like, my love?”

“Uh…” you swallow thickly, pretending your throat is dry from the heat of the weather and not from the way your fiancé is looking at you. “Water would be good?”

“Yeah?” He’s noticed that you’re not quite your normal self and steps towards you, pulling a hand out of his pocket to drag it through his mess of curls. You know that he is fully aware of what that action does to you, and you catch his stupid grin as he stops at your feet and sinks down to one knee. You’re reminded of the last time you were in this position: you sat on your favourite bench in the park, secluded while he proposes. This time he’s got a different look in his eyes though, and when he takes your hand to press a kiss to the back of it he doesn’t break your gaze. “Anything else?” Christ, his voice has gone low. 

“Just- just the water.”

“Alright,” he murmurs, turning your hand in his so he can kiss the inside of your wrist. 

“How’s the table?” Elrond lifts his head but doesn’t let go of your hand, and you almost wish you’d just asked him to get the water because you’re growing warmer by the second. 

“It’s getting there, it just got a bit hot working out in the sun so I thought I’d take a break. I’m nearly done now though.” You can tell he’s warm from the sweat on his forehead, the sheen covering his arms, and the little bit of chest exposed by the low neckline of the vest, and it makes the butterflies stir even more.

“Are you sure it’s gonna be stable?” You’re teasing him, trying to get a reaction. You know that his DIY skills are actually really good; it’s why you get him to do so many (and definitely not so you can linger near him and stare). 

“Well, we can always test it,” he says, trailing his fingers a little further up your wrist. Being engaged has clearly altered Elrond’s confidence levels, because his tone tells you that he’s insinuating something other than just putting heavy books on it. 

“Test?” You properly close your book now, manoeuvring the one free hand you have to put your bookmark in and placing it to the side so that you can lean forward. “Test it how?” You reach up to tuck a stray curl back, letting your fingers linger in his hair. 

“Well I imagine if it can hold your sewing machine and all your craft supplies it should be alright.” It’s not the answer you were expecting, but you can’t think properly now that he’s sat forward close enough that you can start counting the freckles on his cheeks. His free hand comes to your knee, resting on the fabric of your thin skirt and slowly moving his hand higher. “We wouldn’t want the legs to give out, would we?”

Your breath hitches and you know he hears it from the way his hand on your leg tightens slightly, and you inch your head forward a little. “Elrond, I-”

“I should grab your water,” he says suddenly, pulling back and standing. You stare up at him in incredulity as he heads to the kitchen, and scoff. 

“You’re an arsehole, Elrond,” you call after him, throwing yourself back against the pillows. You hear him laugh and mutter something and lay there for a moment more before following him, wrapping your arms around him until he gives in and plants a kiss on your mouth.

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Lockwood pfp gang

TOGETHER WE COPE

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it’s so nice being fond of people on here :-) like yeah maybe we only know each other in a very limited way but i care abt you guys & hearing abt your lives makes me happy & i like listening to the things u have to say & i really truly wish the best for you all!!! sending my love from a couple states, countries, oceans away

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How did you know im autistic 🤨

Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

EDIT: Fair warning this post is cursed and predictions are 7/10 times correct, play at own risk

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my theory about you is that you never tried cucumber before

Unfortunately i have: i hate it

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Nothing but thieves how i love you so

"we're all sinking, you know the feeling; we're all reaching out to find another hand."

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Biblically accurate Quill Kipps