OMG! There is a fic in AO3 about these two! Hahaha :D yes!!!!!
They are sooooo cute!!!!! (I love the gifs), they are giving me some ideas to write and raise up the fandom xD
Okay, I'll pass my new years eve reading fanfics :D yey!!!
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Unveiling the Sun's Sweet Alchemy: A Playful Exploration of Fruit's Transformative Journey
In a whimsical and light-hearted Straight Dope Show, a delightful conversation ensues, centering around the extraordinary metamorphosis that befalls fruit when touched by the sun’s radiant embrace. The hosts regale listeners with their amusing encounters and observations, highlighting how sunlight can work its magic, altering the taste, texture, and even essence of nature’s bountiful harvest,…
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Adam and I give our top 5 Tight Ends for the Cincinnati Bengals to target in the...
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After 9 seasons, TE Darren Waller announces his retirement from the NFL.
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Yay! boy(friend) is back! 😁
Grillin' & Chillin' once again!
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The way these two were in the SAME room yet didn’t say not one word to each other is diabolical
Cause what do you mean, the guy that can create his own take on a super advanced piece of futuristic tech (while being a 70’s dude) would not be down to hang out with the girl whose spider abilities revolve around her tech savviness?
What do you mean Hobie wouldn’t be down to learn how the tech in her world operates cause it’s a whole 180 from the things he calls technology in his world?
What do you mean these two didn’t share a ‘More black spiders!’ moment when they first met? These two look out for each other through the good, bad, and ugly hello??
Y’all cannot tell the these two didn’t at least talk once cause Margo was one of the first people enlisted for the society, therefore they’ve had to cross paths at some point in time when Hobie was there for some time. They’ve seen each other before. And they’ve spoken, end of discussion
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Well it may seem like the end of the world but tomorrow’s a new day & the sun will shine just a little brighter with each moment that spring inches closer & you will find the people who cocoon you like a warm wool blanket & you won’t have to cling so hard to those who strip you bare anymore
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After Wilson dies, House wears his McGill sweatshirt for weeks, refusing to take it off except to shower every once in a while. Eventually, it stops actually smelling like Wilson, but if House brings the worn fabric up to his nose and takes a deep breath with his eyes closed, he can trick his brain into thinking he can still smell him. At night, he soaks the threadbare collar with the salt from his tears as he pulls it up over his eyes. He presses the fraying sleeves against his lips and resists the urge to pull the strings out with his teeth. Eventually, the red lettering starts to crack, and he ends up curled into a ball, refusing to move so that he doesn't risk damaging it more. The fabric becomes so thin that he can see his thumb through the other side when he pushes on it, and that's how he knows its time. He decides he wants to be buried in it.
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