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I posted 9 times in 2021

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I added 28 tags in 2021

#stiles stilinski - 4 posts

#dylan o'brien - 4 posts

#bridgerton - 3 posts

#anthony bridgerton - 3 posts

#stiles teen wolf - 3 posts

#teen wolf - 3 posts

#bridgerton edit - 2 posts

#fun - 2 posts

#maneskinedit - 2 posts

#damiano david - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 25 characters

#the viscount who loved me

My Top Posts in 2021

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I watch Bridgerton for the plot.

The plot-  

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illegal in Italy (Damiano David imagine)

Damiano’s face when you break the spaghetti before boiling it.

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The many faces of Dylan O’Brien              (but not all of them)

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illegal in Italy (Damiano David imagine)

Damiano’s face when you break the spaghetti before boiling it.

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My favourite ship (sorry not sorry)

Who is your favourite Teen wolf ship?

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The many faces of Dylan O’Brien              (but not all of them)

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Had to do this with Måneskin!

ofc they are all cinnamon rolls 

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A samurai sword

I´ve always been superstitious. Saw a black cat crossing my way? Immediate panic. Broke the mirror? Seven unlucky years. I’ve also always hated Friday the 13th. That’s why I wasn't surprised when the apocalypse happened on that very day. I woke up at 8 am as usual, ready to hit the gym in the campus. The day actually seemed pretty nice. Decent weather, sun was shining, birds were chirping in the trees… yeah, this was the real spring. I checked my phone… urgh, Simon was texting me again, why? It was just a hook-up, it only happened once! My fingers started clicking the screen when I bumped into someone and my phone fell to the ground.  

“The...hell?!” I shouted but it was obviously my fault. “Mind your steps!” I didn't know who I assassinated. I didn't bother to look at his face. But according to the shoes, it was a man. I will probably remember these ugly trainers forever. Orange and green Nikes with blue shoe laces. Should I call the fashion police?

“Seriously?” he whispered but bent over to pick up the bloody phone. “Here you are, M´lady!” He tossed it to me and walked away. 

“Well, fuck you!” I shouted. He didn't even bother to show his middle finger at me! Little shit, I wish I saw his stupid face. 

I just started the treadmill when the sirens started to yell… 

I finally caught the mother fucker. He stole some of my bottled water almost three days ago. 

“Is that a Samurai sword?” he painted, lying on the ground, my sword pointed to his face. He was young. Maybe even a little bit younger than me. 

“Might be. Found it in one apartment. The owners were probably pretty rich. and also pretty dead by the time I came to visit.” 

He chuckled a little. 

“Now, my friend,” I swung the sword, “give me my water back.” I said even though he probably drank it all already. The boy sighed and shook his head. Yeah, there was no water left. I put the sword back into the sheath. It was never my intention to kill someone, there were not enough people left for that shit. I just wanted justice. Rule number twelve: Always get back what is yours. 

“Get out of my sight,” I whispered. It was the last water I had and trust me, it was not easy to find some. But I didn't blame him. He just wanted to survive as we all did. He hesitated for a while but eventually he stood up. Tears started rolling on my cheeks so I pierced my eyes to the ground. Rule number six: Don't show your weakness. The boy approached me so close his shoes overshadow my view on the green grass. His shoes!

“It's you!” I exclaimed and wiped the tears. “Those ugly shoes of yours.” At first he stared at me like I was crazy. But when he finally remembered… 

“Oh my god!” he yelped and started laughing. “You told me to fuck off!” 

“No, I told you to fucked yourself,” I disagreed and grinned. I couldn´t believe it. We were complete strangers yet I felt like I found a long missing friend. 

“Still wanna kill me?” he pointed at my sword. 

“Still want to steal my supplies?” 

He grinned and bumped to my shoulder. “We're a clan now. What's yours is mine.” 

“I always knew you were the devil!” 

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Dylan in my cooking inspo because he is a SNACK!

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I feel the same

Based on true events guys. Enjoy my crappy life :). 

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He handed me tissues so I could clean myself after the sex and kissed my forehead. 

I started to scratch his back because I knew he likes it. 

"Hey," I whispered, catching his attention, "what are we anyway? Are we just having sex, or is there a possibility to become something more?" The question was risky. Stupid. But you knew what you wanted to hear. He inhaled sharply and twitched a little. 

"You're great, and I like you, like a lot. I like spending time with you but," he looked me deep in the eyes to catch my initial reaction, "the sparkle's just not there. You know, the love on the first sight thing or whatever people call it." I stared in his fiery eyes. I didn't feel the same, I thought he could be the one. I thought that I would finally love someone since I never felt that way about anyone. I thought...

"Yeah," I exhaled with a little nod. I felt a stabbing pain on my chest. My heart hurt like hell. I knew I would cry myself to sleep tonight. I knew… But I've decided no to show my feelings. There's no way.  I just can't. I smiled a little and touched his hand. "I feel the same about us."

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Don´t be an idiot (Jaskier Imagine)

Jaskier jumped away from you. "No way you are touching me with this!" he shouted with his index finger dramatically pointed to a cloth soaked in alcohol.

"Can you stop being an idiot for, like, five minutes?" you hissed trying to catch the bard. He was acting like a baby. Jaskier's eyebrow was cut, blood coming out of the wound all over the right side of the bard's face. You needed to clean the wound.

Eventually, you managed to catch Jaskier's elbow and made him stand in one place for at least a second. You looked him in the eyes, begging him to act like an adult.

"All right, five minutes, but no longer," he muttered and closed his eyes, giving you the permission to treat his minor injury. Slowly, you enclosed the fabric to his face. The bard hissed loudly. You were trying to be as gentle as possible.  On the other hand, you needed to rub the blood away from his cheek.

"It's done?" Jaskier asked almost in a whisper when you stopped cleaning him.

"The blood's still coming out," you replied. You knew exactly what to do. "I've got still, like, what? Three minutes until you go all idiot again?" you ignored when Jaskier scoffed and crossed hands on his chest. "Stay. Here," you commanded and ran down to the tavern. It was actually surprising to find the bard standing right at the same place you left him. He looked at you, bewildered. You raised right hand and opened your fist to show him what's on your palm. A needle and a piece of thread. It took him a second to fully understand what it is for. He shook his head, intensively.

"C'mon I have to patch it up!"

"Well, I guess I'm going full idiot, right now," he announced and started to run around the room again.                                        

You growled silently, ready to play cat and mouse one more time.

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Four seasons of the year - The Witcher

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Looooove❤️❤️

Joey Batey as Jaskier in Netflix’s The Witcher.

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Joe Goldberg with women of his life.

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Lily Collins in Love, Rosie (2014)

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