#i'm with you

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If i'm with you, whatever you going through i'm gonna go through with you.

[yourlovelyspace]

I won't leave your side 💝

[destiel-wings]

I saw someone mention avril lavigne on twitter and now I'm feeling the 11-year-old-me urge to go listen to I'm with you again for the first time in more than a decade

[sonicuniversesmackdown]

Round One

These champions are from @supergenesisshowdown and @sonic-instrumental-matchup You can listen to I'm With You here

[bestofmidi]

Hey, now We've got to make it rain somehow She told me to And showed me what to do Our Maggie makes it in a cloud

submitted by @tehquinndruroxxhard199717 !!!

original midi at http://www.hamienet.com/53975_The-Adventures-Of-Rain-Dance-Maggie.mid

[pezzidiuncuoreancoravivo]

It's a damn cold night

trying to figure out this life.

Won't you take me by the hand,

take me somewhere new?

[jmrothwell]

hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters / rulie

(Takes place in the I'm With You series)

There’s a short moment as Reggie wakes up where he marvels at how realistic the dream he just had was. Wondering if it would be possible to sketch out the beauty who’d surely be haunting his thoughts from now on.

He shifts, trying to stretch and scratch at the tickly itch irritating his nose. His arm refuses to move, inexplicably heavier than usual. The weight across his chest tightens with a hum that does not belong to him and he rapidly blinks his eyes open to the hazy dim light of early dawn.

Reggie forgets how to breathe seeing Julie still sleeping soundly, her head pillowed on his shoulder, dark curls wild and evidently the thing that had been tickling his nose. He carefully brushes his free hand through the strands, tucking a few behind her ear. 

She’s real. She’s real and still here. 

He swallows in an attempt to hold back the sob building uncomfortably in his throat. Though that does little for the warm tears welling up in his eyes. 

At least, he hopes she’s real. That this isn’t just an extension of the dream. 

His hand traces over the warmth of her back. Trying to combat the insidious thoughts sprouting up like weeds in his mind. Feels his eyes getting heavy again as he relaxes under her.

When he blinks his eyes open again–the sunlight streaming more brightly through his windows–she isn’t there. A sharp pain cracks through his heat as he tries to catalogue every detail he can recall about her. Perhaps not the healthiest thing to do in this situation but he’d rather cling to the first moment of warmth he’d had, imagined or not. 

A clatter from behind startles him, and he jumps, quickly sitting up and turning to face the noise. His eyes go wide for a different reason though. 

“Sorry, sorry.”  Julie says, from the middle of the pile of books she had knocked over. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

She’s avoiding looking directly at him, and the little bit of relief he felt at seeing her again dies a little. Apparently, the easy familiarity they’d managed to find in the dark had faded away. 

“No, it’s fine. You didn’t actually.” He adjusts so he’s no longer twisting his spine uncomfortably. “Whatcha doing?”

Her hands twist in front of her, face contorts slightly, and while he’s not certain she looks almost guilty. Maybe she was trying to sneak out? The thought crosses his mind, raveling down around his spine to trap his heart in an uncomfortable grip. Mentally he immediately shakes it away as best as he can, no need to be assuming the worst. . .because despite how he barely knows her still, he can’t handle the thought of being left alone again. 

“You, you don’t have to tell me.” He tacks on, if only to end the silence. 

She sighs, rather loudly, the tension in her shoulders bleeding away with the breath. “Actually,” she says, finally making eye contact with him, and he could lose himself in the depths of those dark eyes. “I was trying to see if maybe you had a map.”

“A map?” 

“Yeah, see if I can figure out how to get home.”

“Oh.” There were those mental weeds again. She was only here because she didn’t know how to get back home. Of course she’d want to get back as soon as she could. “Sorry I don’t think I do.

“The gas station down the street might?” He’s quick to add on, hating how dejected she looks. “We could maybe go look for one there?”

“We?” She says, and the glimmer of a hopeful smile starts to break across her face. “You’re going to help me?”

“Only if you want.”

Her dark eyes bore into his as the smile grows the smallest bit. The only sign he gets that she doesn’t absolutely hate the idea before she says, “I’d love your help.”

That sentence really shouldn’t light his chest up the way it does. He’s quick to get off the futon then, quickly snagging a set of clothes he knows should be clean in order to change. 

He catches sight of himself in the cracked mirror he’s avoided for weeks now. Winces at the sight of his hair, longer than he’s ever let it get in his life and looking absolutely dreadful. He’d stopped taking care of it, wondering what even was the point. However, he can vaguely still feel the way Julie’s fingers had tangled in the strands and before he fully realizes what he’s doing finds himself trying to comb it out with his fingers. 

“Trying to impress someone?” Julie teasingly asks from behind him causing him to startle slightly. 

“No.” He quickly says, a vibrant blush burning its way up his neck tries to implicate him otherwise. Only getting worse when he turns to look at her, face bright with a real smile aimed at him, a teasing glint in her eyes. They almost glitter when she smiles like that. 

“Sure,” her nose wrinkles up slightly with her teasing breathy giggle. He already determined last night he loved the sound of her laugh but is nearly struck dumb by how adorable it is to watch. 

Wants nothing more than to swallow up that giggle as he kisses away that teasing smirk. 

“Come on.” He says after clearing his throat and getting his boots on. 

He pockets his hands as they leave the apartment he’d decided to claim for himself. He’d originally tried to stay at his parents house, but somehow it being so silent for so long was more unsettling than all the times it had been filled with the sounds of fighting. 

A tugging on his jacket pulls him out of his thoughts and he glances down in time to see Julie pull her hand away. 

“Sor-” She starts, an echo from earlier in the morning. Retreating back into that uncertainty, he much preferred her teasing and laughter. 

“It’s ok,” he cuts her off, he pulls out his hand in order to point the direction the gas station is in. While he doesn’t know if it’s the right move he picks up her hand rather than return his own to the pocket. “Shouldn’t take that long.”

“Lead the way.” She says, her finger tightening around his, clinging like she’s his only tether from floating away. Maybe it’s the other way around. Either way he adjusts his grip to lace their fingers together, his own smile returning as she starts to hum, a song he’s not familiar with. 

He’s still not entirely sold on this not being an extremely vivid dream but right now with her hand in his, he really doesn’t care.

[magiaburst]

imagine being a gigantic spheroid capable of destroying civilizations and causing death and destruction wherever you go. being the manifestation of literally fucking death and more powerful than anything, that the most powerful warriors had to seal you away into another dimension entirely

and then some 1 meter tall golden hedgehog and his ai friend proceed to kick your ass.

[slowsweetlove]

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I exist in two places, here and where you are.

[yourlovelyspace]

That's what happens when you have a strong person next to you💝

[captainpirateface]

[hey-man-huge-fan]

Cardigan × I'm With You mashup by YUNGBLUD

[ghostslillady]

@homicidal-slvt

Hold on dear Vee, everything's gonna be okay.

[adhd-merlin]

(probably not) Unpopular opinion: I wanted the final battle at Camlann to have more of Merlin's battle magic. We caught snippets of what he could do in a close quarters fight in the various series, but in the end he was just on the sidelines shooting lightening bolts (in disguise even). I just wanted him side to side with the knights setting people on fire and pushing entire squads away with barely a twist of his wrist, and I'm still bitter about not getting it.

I am foaming at the mouth thinking about what we could've had