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Just like steve's wearing billy's pendant (joe's pictures)

Steve also took billy's bandana

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To be made whole by being not a witness but witnessed.

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academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches

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Alright so if Ryan is babygirl then who’s the peoples princess?

you already know

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the 1993 onwards productions of cabaret hit so much harder with the canonisation of cliff being queer. because he has everything to lose just like everybody else. staying in berlin means risking his own prosecution.

it makes sally’s refusal and insistence that they stay in berlin even worse. she’s in a position of privilege here where she can live in ignorance as her loved ones are prosecuted and possibly (likely) killed. and that includes cliff.

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Hopefully the "a wolf congratulated for not killing her pup" line comes into play in season three. I feel like it already comes across as a recollection, like something is coming full circle in Lestat's mind, like he's parroting something said in the past. So, I hope it's a moment of clarity for him that reverberates beyond their present situation. A dot that we'll get to connect later. I don't know. It's a great line without any tendrils into the deeper past but it would be fun to have an aha moment in season 3 of oh that's what he was thinking about, that's the other layer, that's what's also going on there.

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getting big 45 minute vibes from this 15 minute recipe

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*taps microphone* is this thing on? Okay…

🎤 THIS IS A REMINDER THAT ALL OF THE ROBINS ARE SMART, GENIUSES IN FACT. THEY ARE IN A FAMILY OF DETECTIVES. THATS LIKE THEIR WHOLE THING. ALL OF THE ROBINS (AND THE REST OF THE BATFAM TOO) ARE CLEVER, STRATEGIC, AND CAPABLE, NOT JUST TIM. (No hate to my boy Tim, though. I love Tim.) YES, EVEN THAT ONE. Thank you. 🎤

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become ryan bergara today at https://watcher.store/

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→ 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜, 𝚟𝚘𝚕. 1

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Loustat situationship core

Lestat: mon cher can I ask you something?

Louis: Lestat I thought we agreed to not call each other like this

Lestat: you are right mon ami I'm sorry

Louis: ...i don't like it

Lestat: then what am I supposed to call you?

Louis: I don't know. Shut up. Don't call me.

Lestat: ...I don't understand you

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I made some dumb things

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" He's the half of my soul as the poets say "

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one thing ab louis de pointe du lac is he will be taking the house in the divorce.

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What a difference a night makes by Readingfanfics (aka me).

“So”, Greg started, his eyes going over the hotel room before his gaze stopped at the bed. “What side do you want to sleep on?” He dropped his coat on the nearby chair, feeling dead tired and icky. He’d been running after Sherlock all day, tracking down several leads for a case but somehow getting nowhere. The weather had worsened, up to the point that now the snow was so high they couldn’t drive back to London. At least they’d found a hotel and Greg was still grateful for that, even if he had to share his bed with Sherlock bloody Holmes. He turned his head, raising an eyebrow when Sherlock still hadn’t answered. 

“Either one is fine, Lestrade. I don’t have a preferred side.” Sherlock finally responded, his voice sounded softer than usual. His eyes were small and something inside Greg’s heart cracked when he saw Sherlock rub his eyes, trying to suppress a yawn. At least he looked more human, though he wasn’t nearly as dirty or rumbled like Greg was. Sherlock walked further into the room, still wearing his coat and  Greg’s gloves. Greg saw his eyes go over every inch of the room, could practically hear his mind work as his eyes stayed a second too long on the bed. He turned around, looking outside the window. The snow was still falling, covering the ugliness of the world up. Sherlock brushed a hand through his curls before closing the curtains and sitting down in front of the small desk. He pulled out his phone, the blue light on Sherlock’s face making him seem paler and more tired. 

“Sherlock.” Greg sighed. He threw off his shoes, his feet aching from standing up and walking around so long. He yawned loudly, his body shivering, mostly from tiredness but they had been outside all day and the temperature was far belong freezing point so there was that. He walked towards the thermostat, setting the temperature of the room higher.  Sherlock was still fiddling with his phone, his mouth set in a tight line and Greg wanted to go over there and grab it, maybe toss it out the window for good measure. Instead, he let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking at Sherlock again. “For god’s sake, can you stop playing with that thing for 5 seconds and just answer the damn question!” 

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