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Ah I’m glad karma is catching up to him but that sucks for everyone who went out hoping to have a good time down memory lane

details on the bad panic show?????

brendon came out and i dont think he knew what city he was in, he played THE ENTIRE NEW ALBUM FRONT TO BACK and the crowd was SILENT, the pit was DEAD, nobody was moving or dancing, we were literally at barrier i was holding the bar and i had a moment of “i dont know any of these songs”, brendon fucked up a lyric in a song so badly and got like mad at himself, he went back and apparently did a line (lol) before coming back out, the crowd reaction to every old song was so much better than the ones to any new song he even commented on it in a kind of bitter way, was about to do a backflip but appeared to chicken out and stood back up……… it was just awful 😭😭😭 it was like watching an elderly dog. we were like he needs to be put down for his own good

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29 horror movie and book quote prompts

“It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.”

“Be my victim.”

“Who wants sour milk when you can get fresh meat?”

“No tears, please. It’s a waste of good suffering.”

“Look at me… it’s all for you.”

“God! Whose hand was I holding?”

“I said, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just gonna bash your brains in, I’m gonna bash ‘em right the fuck in.”

“Sometimes dead is better.”

“I’m scared to close my eyes. I’m scared to open them.”

“They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What’s blood for, if not for shedding?”

“I will guide thy hand.”

“Who said there were rules here? What made you think I would be bound by your expectations?”

“Not everything that moves, breathes, and talks is alive.”

“The call is coming from inside the house!”

“I am your number one fan.”

“You all taste so much better when you’re afraid.”

“But the horror… the horror was for love.”

“Understand death? Sure. That was when the monsters got you.”

“And what you own always comes home to you.”

“Be good to him and he’ll be good to you. Be bad to him and…”

“How could you hide from a murderer who lives under your skin?”

“You can’t kill someone this way without leaving a trace on the outside. She doesn’t even have a broken nail.”

“Never waste your pain.”

“Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.”

“It could look like someone you know or it could be a stranger in a crowd. Whatever helps it get close to you.”

“No live organism can continue for long to exist under conditions of absolute reality.”

“What an excellent day for an exorcism.”

“You have to invite me in.”

“But the thing about poison, is that out of everything in the big, bad world, nothing tastes as sweet.”

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50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Send in a number and a pairing!

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

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How tf do some of yall be bustin out fanfic everydayyy?? like bitch i've been working on this one-shot since december tf and my shit aint even that good

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au where i actually write

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Writers when they uploaded their chapter two whole minutes ago and haven't gotten any validating comments yet

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I had a dream last night I wrote three fics and I woke up to post them this morning and they didn't exist ✌🏻😞

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okay idk where i'm going with this but these are just some shower thoughts that i needed to type out:

imagine if soulmates were real. maybe one day you're in a coffee shop or at the park or just crossing the street, and you see them for the first time, except it's not the first time. there's a familiarity to this stranger, like dèja vu. your feet are moving and you can't control it, as if you're at one end of a string and they're tugging you towards them and they don't even know it. but you don't try to resist—the urge to know them is too deep. and when you walk up to them and they finally look up at you, you're transfixed. from the look on their face, a mixture of confusion and awe, you can tell they feel it too—that connection, that pull. "i'm sorry, have we met before? i just have this feeling that i know you from somewhere," you say. and when they introduce themselves to you and reach to shake your hand; when your fingertips touch for the first time, there's a spark of electricity and you see it. past lives. glimpses of two people flash over your eyes, different faces each time. laying in a grassy field of wildflowers outside a little white cottage, hands entwined. stolen kisses in an empty alleyway at midnight. reciting poetry in front of a crackling fire while snow falls outside. long drives on a winding road, hair flying in the wind. whispers of i love yous. and when the visions are over and you finally pull your hand back, you look into their eyes and you know. you know.

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Okay so i’m almost finished with my second three houses playthough and I really want to write another drabble for it while im pUMped!! so please shoot me some character requests 

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instead of calling an ‘evil’ character a psychopath, sociopath, psychotic, narcissistic  or etc. use any of these words instead:

self-centered 

violent

manipulative

remorseless

wicked

cunning

mean

abusive

dangerous

corrupt

morally corrupt

insensitive

bully

foul

vile

cruel

aggressive

threatening

brutal 

vicious

rampaging

out of control

because there are so many ways to describe someone as ‘bad’ than by assigning them a misunderstood, demonised personality disorder and if i see anyone using personality disorders as substitutes for evil then you’re getting blocked plain and simple.

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Write on mobile, edit on laptop

if you're a writer, reblog and tag whether you use a laptop or a mobile to write your fics.

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Dedue x Reader: Awkward Meetings

You gasp as you bump into someone, hard, the force of the impact sending you backwards. Before you fell too far you felt a pair of surprisingly gentle hands on your shoulders to steady you. "I am so sorry I-" your eyes trailed up as your words trailed off and your eyes met the stern emerald pair that belonged to the man you bumped into.

"It's alright" Dedue said before you had a change to finish. "I wasn't watching where I was going, forgive me," he removed his hands and turned back to the task he was doing, walking off before you even had the chance to respond.

You'd known Dedue for some time now, being a fellow member of the Blue Lions house, but you didn't seem to really know him that well. He was a rather distant individual who seemed only to speak to Dimitri or Byleth, occasionally he'd speak to the rest of the class but he usually needed to be spoken to first. He liked to keep his distance, though you were unsure why, sure people around the monastery spread those terribly false rumors about him just because he's from Duscur, but to stay closed off from his housemates and the people who know those rumors are false makes you wonder sometimes.

Unfortunately for you this started to become a daily occurrence, you bumping into him, and he after making sure you're okay with a quick glance of his eyes, would walk off before you could even form a sentence in your mind.

After the last few weeks of walking into him, literally, you had started getting more interested in him. You subconsciously started sitting closer to him in class or trying to make small talk with him in the dining hall.

"Sorry," you sighed out after bumping into him for what felt like the millionth time,"we've got to stop bumping into each other like this."

The man just hummed in response looking down at you with those surprisingly beautiful eyes of his. Once he saw that you were alright he started off again.

"Wait!" you called out to him without really thinking. He stopped walking, and turned back to face you as you continued speaking. "I um, where are you going?" Your face turning red as you didn't mean to ask out loud. Over the last few weeks you'd become quite curious on where Dedue was heading, but you hadn't wanted to ask in case it was personal.

"I was heading to the greenhouse," he kept still waiting for you to be satisfied with his answer.

"I-" you were shocked, not really expecting an answer, "ma-may I Um join you?" You cursed under your breath for stuttering but something about his eyes made you forget how to think.

He looked down at you with a puzzled expression, not expecting that response. "If you'd like." He turned back around towards the greenhouse, hiding his slight smile, leaving you scrambling to catch up.

A/N: I struggled to get this one out tbh,, I've had it written for a while but it just didn't feel completed. I'm posting it anyways though bc I think Dedue is a really underrated character and he deserves some love.

also if any of yall have any requests or anything lmk bc I'm fresh out of ideas rn but I'd like to get back into the spirit of writing!!

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Hubert x Reader: Suspisions

A/n: I've yet to play a full route with Hubert on my side, but I could only think of prompts for him so if he seems a little ooc I apologize.

"You intrigue me [y/n]," the words caught you off guard leaving you unsure how to respond as Hubert studied your face.

", I'm sorry?" You mumbled out after a few seconds, confused and a little pink in the cheeks. You hadn't even noticed the tall man was tailing you down the monastery's halls until he spoke.

"Hm" Hubert's lip quirked up in a sliver of a smile, or more likely a smirk, as his eyes scanned in your face, "I said, you intrigue me [y/n]." He leaned a little closer, possibly so he could see you better, or so you could hear him more clearly, or even perhaps to tease you a little, as he seemed to be enjoying your reaction.

"I- you- why?" You blushed more as he got closer, trying to glance away but being unable to keep your eyes away from his snake like orbs.

He stepped closer again, his eyes scanning yours. "You always seem to be doing tasks for others and asking for nothing in return. What's your ulterior motive [y/n]? Hm? You're obviously trying to gain the trust of our fellow classmates, Lady Edelgard, and even myself. What for? What will you get out of it?" His nonexistent brows would certainly be furrowed if they existed, his smirk fading as he spoke.

"I-what? I'm not trying to get anything from anyone, I promise. I'm just trying to help them out in hopes that they'd want to be my friends or something?" You're so nervous you can't help but end everything like it's a question. Hell, he was basically interrogating you alone in this hallway and to make matters worse you definitely had a crush of some sorts on him. Which meant with every question, with every step he took closer to you the redder you got.

He took another step towards you and you stepped back bumping into the wall as a result, letting out a little squeak as you did so. "I've had my suspicions on you since you've arrived here [y/n], so don't think you can fool me so easily". He squinted at you as he got closer, really investigating your facial expressions. Part of him just wanted to study your eyes, yes he had a few passing thoughts about how beautiful they were, but he knew he had to stay focused on his task.

"I-I promise I'm not trying to gain anything else out of it I swear!" Your voice had turned into a whisper and you clenched your eyes shut as he looked down at you, his breath fanning your face, inches from yours.

"How suspicious, you're blushing," he stated as he leaned back a bit to really look at your reaction. "Don't tell me you have feelings for me?" He chuckled a little, not thinking you would. Yes the thought of feelings and dating have crossed Hubert's mind on occasion, or often when it came to you, but he always knew Lady Edelgard's safety and plans were his top priority.

Your eyes flew open at his words and you tried to come up with an acceptable response, "I- well- I- um-"you stuttered out, causing Hubert's face to falter for the slightest second. Surprise, you surprised him. On the inside his mind was racing, you had feelings for him, you had feelings for him. But on the outside he kept his cool and semi-creepy composure.

"How interesting..." he smirked down at you again. The bell chimed signaling that the next class had begun. "Well, it seems we're late for class," he leaned down next to your ear, voice hushed, "we don't want them thinking we're doing anything worthy of suspicion now do we?" He pulled his head back just enough to see you shake yours in response. "Good," he pulled back so you could step away from the wall, but somehow along the way his hand found yours. "Let's talk about this more on the way shall we?"

You looked up to find him glancing away, blushing the lightest shade of pink. "I, I think I'd like that" you smiled up at him. He looked back at you before returning the smile and pulling you off to class.

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Linhardt x Reader: Rest

Linhardt could feel you shifting in your sleep, curling up against him for more warmth. He could feel your head on his chest and your shoulders as they moved as you breathed. He could feel your legs intertwining themselves with his as you slept peacefully in his arms. He carefully reached up to run his fingers through your hair, cautiously, not wanting to wake you. He found it quite silly actually that you fell asleep so easily next to him, while he was awake. Him, the king of being able to just nap wherever he pleased was awake? How interesting. He smiled slightly running his hand through your locks thinking about how you’d gotten into this situation. 

Granted, he wasn’t the first to notice how restless you’d become over the last few weeks, with the exams coming up you were just swamped with work, from stable duty to essays. The final straw was when you started breaking down, your body unable to handle the stress. He noticed how’d you’d dip out of class as soon as it was over, tears threatening to fall and how you stopped visiting the dining hall for meals so you could study. He was worried. 

He had actually been on his way to talk to you about it when he found you, tripping down the stairs of the stairwell, tears threatening to spill. He was by your side in an instant helping you maintain your balance as he frowned, “you need rest”. He said it so bluntly, but of course this is Linhardt we’re talking about. 

“No-no i'm fine really,” you faked a smile at him to prove your point but your eyes wouldn’t meet his. 

“Are you sure, [y/n]? You don’t seem like it, even Caspar has noticed you’re not your usual self..” leave it to Linhardt to call your bluff, as obvious as it was. “Here why don’t we get you seated somewhere?” His eyes darted around and as his dorm was closest he figured that would be the best place, he didn’t really like people in his room, or people at all for that matter, but for you he’d make an exception. 

He guides you to sit on the edge of his bed, his arms on your shoulders worried you’ll tip over on the way in. You’re sat on the bed, his arm just floating next to you, to catch you if you fall. After he was sure you were balanced, he stood up and grabbed the glass of water off his night stand, but was pulled back by the feeling of your hand on his arm. He turned back to face you questionably, your hair strewn across your face, eyes refusing to meet his, and cheeks flushed with embarrassment despite how pale you were at the current moment. All you knew is you didn’t want to be left alone, not right now. “I,,,I don’t want to talk about it,” you whispered, eyes still on the floor. 

“I never said you had to,” Linhardt plopped back down next to you on his bed. He looked up at the ceiling and yawned but soon cast his eyes back to you while fighting off the urge to sleep. “I...I just, don’t want to let anyone down,” you spoke, your voice squeaked out, barely in a whisper. “I'm not smart like you or Hubert, and I’m not as strong as Petra or Edelgard. I don’t have the same drive as Ferdinand or Caspar, or Dorothea,, I just feel like I’m letting all of you down… I’m not as good at studying or casting or fighting or or even talking to others as the rest of you, I’m, I feel like I’m just a burden on you guys,,” you muttered out. 

“[y/n],,,” Linhardt started, catching your eyes with his “you do know that’s not true don’t you?”. He slowly reaches out with his hand to wipe the tears off your cheeks and you realize you still have his arm, but you don’t release it, nor do you answer his question. “... [Y/n] I can’t speak for all of our house, but I can say you’re not a burden, you’re one of the most hardworking people I know, just watching you study tires me out,,” he yawns thinking back on the times you’ve been assigned work together. “You’re a very valuable member of our house, now I think-“ he yawns again and lays back on the bed, “I think what you need is to rest, how about we take a nap break hm?” 

You smiled slightly at this, teary eyed from his words and your own emotions, you can always trust on Linhardt to always find a way to work his nap time into conversation. He pat the bed next to him offering it to you, and you happily obliged, laying down, after wiping some of your tears away. “Thank you Linhardt,” you whispered as you started to drift off, curling up under his blanket and into his arms.