"...I'll cook you something. Maybe... Maybe play that song for you..."
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BABY AT BLUUUUE DIIINER
I'LL TAKE COFFEE AND TALK ABOUT NOTHING
BAAAAAAABY
baby baby oh
baby baby baby oh
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Who wants to meet me at blue diner fr
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what if I combined my interests together
rvb/mb au that I’ve lovingly dubbed… red versus burger
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Killjoy Day of the Dead where the ‘joys spray paint paths of their friends’ favorite colors to help lead them home. Where the Mailboxes are flooded with letters and gifts to loved ones. Where killjoys remember their loved ones and celebrate their lives. Where they give offerings to the dead and to the Witch in hopes that their friends will be able to visit them that night. Where the Witch guides the dead along the painted paths to the people they called home, so they’re not alone reading their letters and opening their gifts. Sometimes the Witch brings them all of the way back for that night, sometimes not. There is always next year, and the knowledge that your friends are there, even if you can’t see them.
Just. Killjoy Day of the Dead guys.
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