from laurence’s twitter 🥰😭
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Happy crying! :D
For @ni3tt dtiys! Congrats on hitting 100 followers!!
Ink belongs to comyet/myebi
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Why is "When I Grow Up" making me bawl?!?!
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He wanted to make him bleed, and then tend to the wounds.
In Memoriam by Alice Winn
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Every time Karim Kronfli plays Tavern Keeper in Cry Havoc! I imagine it’s The Eternal Tavern Keeper from Chapter and Multiverse in just different universe. At least in this way C&M can continue
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aisling being a mature and sensible adult and actually leaving new york with her family so they can have a crack at a normal ordinary domestic life and she ends up picking gra.vity falls or mysti.c falls or feckin forks, like she can't win, she keeps moving and she keeps picking the most chaotic and unsafe places ever.
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I have this stupid idea that Bucky knew that “old Steve” wasnt his Steve because of the color of his eyes. And he just… got tired of it all and just went with the motion.
Because he cant have anything good, right?
“He wasn’t Steve, Sam”
“What do you mean? Oh… Do you mean your Steve, because of….?”
“No, I mean that THAT PERSON wasn’t Steve, his eyes were too blue, too perfect”
“Well yeah, Steve had blue eyes Bucky. I don’t understand”
“He had some green in them too, the eyes of that person were just blue, nothing more”
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Pelipper mail: a peaceful dream.
Yharnam is dead. You stand on its corpse. It is well and truly gone, and you are the last person alive who knows it’s sins.
You are the only one who can read its history. You use the books to make a blanket fort instead. The little mothling you’ve adopted honks happily, crawling underneath. You honk back and give a little bow, then join them.
The last vestiges of Yharnam will go with you. The gods and the beasts alike are but a fading memory. The inhabitants don’t even deal in blood anymore, but trade candles like currency. They’re all in awe of your cloak. Even your little mothling stares enviously.
You watch the stars through the window in the blankets, and you wonder if forgiveness even matters. What’s done is done. Right now you are sitting with your apprentice and they are happy and you have taught them well and you play the piano on quiet nights, and you think it’s okay for you to live like this.
That...
Tha t was oddlyni ce
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