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INSTEAD OF MONEY I WANT FAME!! BRING ON THE CAMERAS! BRING ON THE LIGHTS!

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BATHROOM SELFIE!!!!

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girls <3 my autism swag

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My EP is out now!!

Are you a fan of horribly produced crunkcore? How about crusty ass vocals over shitty synth loops? Well I’ve got the EP for you!!

After two months of screaming crying and shitting my pants I bring you MANDATE!!

(Stream on SoundCloud :P)

https://on.soundcloud.com/eRbmh

[whatgaviiformes]

I don't really like the story anymore, to be honest, but I adore these sections of words I wrote and the jumble of metaphors and I was thinking about them recently.

(From Medusa's Kiss)

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Scott has a presence about him. It’s what gains him the respect of his team at Tracy Industries, what encourages their rescuees that Scott can be trusted with their lives. It’s what his brothers rely on in the field, and likely what his squad in the USAF listened to as well. It comes from the fact that he cares.

The secret of Scott is that it can be a curse too, caring that much. Virgil alone – and likely John – knows that it can make difficult debriefs that much harder, the lines between care and guilt and self-deprecation drawn far too thinly to even be the first outline of a sketch. For years, Virgil had been trying to take his professional grade pencils over those lines until they were dark and bold and Scott could see, and yet his brother continued to rub at them thoroughly.

We didn’t make it in time. Translation: I wasn’t fast enough. You got some graphite on your fingers there, commander.

Virgil likened his brother to a child of Atlas with the world on his back, and Scott’s presence, therefore, was a dramatic increase in pressure that manifested in the grinding of teeth, the pacing of feet against a worn floor, and an overbearing aura of protection. It was so much, so Scott, and it had served them well. It’s why, when Virgil wakes to the beeping of the infirmary, the gentle strokes of fingers through his hair, and the incessant, jittery tapping of a foot on the floor, Virgil feels just a bit heavier in the bed from the love of Scott challenging the force of gravity.

He doesn’t need to see to know it’s him, and so he calls Scott’s name through a groan and a cough.

“Here, Virg. Welcome back. Can you open your eyes for me?” His voice is soothing and quiet because he knows what Virgil is like when he wakes up, especially when he’s hurt. Virgil listens because Scott is his commander and big brother and he cares and he needs him to tone down the worry just a bit because that can’t be good for his world-worn shoulders.

“‘m’here.” He blinks away sleep.

[noahnecromancy]

OOTD <3333

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moot call

interact or dm if u wanna :-D just lookin 4 more friendz 

(just read my dni first plz lolz, it isn’t uber long)

[underthetallwaves]

bleeding star 2009 (x)

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[xxxbeautytornapartxxx]

HAPPY NEW YEAR GAIZ!!

BTW SHOULD I START DOING A SONG OF THE DAY WITH MY POSTS??

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🩷♥︎♡ Pink bitchhhh ♡♥︎🩷

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Fer sure maybe for sure not, for sure EH fer sure bomb!

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I really like my asking alexandra shirt