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game: first pin that shows up on your Pinterest when you search: animal, hobby, tattoo, and celebrity crush

Thanks for the tag @salty-wench! Tagging @st-clements-steps @lemndrps @just-like-that-butmakeitgay

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propaganda i AM falling for:

multishipping

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Band on a run!

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scream au rosekiller

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it’ll be fine I just have to be a shaking terrified animal about it

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you're not turning your fandom hobby into a job are you? giving yourself deadlines and quotas that you have to meet? focusing on the numbers instead of your enjoyment of the act of creation?

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looks like we can post our pieces from the pegoryuzine now ✌️

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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

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Remus and Harry from chapter 14 of PoA

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how am i feeling today? im glad you asked.

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Now we're going to test your reflexes (slaps your cunt)

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Ded after reading "Dear your Holiness" from @mollymarymarie

Best wolfstar of my life.

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rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

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GIVE ME THE RETCHED NAME!!