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op turned reblogs off but i need this one so bad

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a friend 💙

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grab a glass, because there's going to be a flood! (click for better quality)

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writing historical fic set in real places is so scary. what if someone who knows more about Philadelphia's timeline to move from gas to electric streetlamps reads my fanfiction and laughs at me

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odysseus tying himself to the mast but he's doing some proto shibari type shit to make his tits look really good and his crew isn't saying anything but it's kind of hard not to notice

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It’s a common misconception that there are no wizards in the midwest USA. The truth is there are plenty, they just use their powers exclusively for making new and fucked up kinds of salad

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Bad Omens?

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middle aged lady on my bus just called someone's partner "your whimsical idiot boyfriend" over the phone . with sincere frustration might I add

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i could find gay subtext in absolutely anything i could find gay subtext in the straightest thing ever created. im like those medieval scholars who insisted on finding christian interpretations of pagan ideas n text but. for gay ppl

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I saw your aubrey cosplay and was reminded of the first time I ever drew her in like??? 2017 or something! You are literally how I pictured her.

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going into ur latest king of new york update i was like Oh damn im hearing a little bit too much from sam bill and tommy… SOMEONE IS NOT COMING HOME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 and i could feel it in my bones but i cant believe i was right 💔💔💔 reading ur war depictions actually had me contemplating real life like i know its just a fanfic but…. war and loss and grief are just so so so tragic. Tommy was My Boy and i feel like i actually just lost him!! in my head hes still the little kid who accidentally made the reader fall out of the window way back when. #TAKE ME BACK PLEASEEEEEEEE

Tommy was, quite literally, down on his knees begging for forgiveness. He had reverted back to weeping and you motioned for him to come close. He lay his head on the mattress and you stroked his hair.

“I forgive you, bubba,” you cooed, using a nickname Tommy and Sam had both earned as toddlers, “And I love you.”

“I love you, I love you, please don’t ever leave me, okay?”

You shushed your younger brother, petting him soothingly, and marvelled at how easily he had become four years old again. The twins were fifteen this year and had surrendered most of the worship of their older siblings, leaning on youthful irreverence. But in this moment, he needed his big sister.

“I would never leave you.”

before this theres a little line about how hes going to apologize to her for the rest of his life and it just hit me like a train like. he only had 6 more years or so!!!!!! thats not a life thats nothing at all 💔💔💔💔 LIKE AUTHOR UR CRAZY FOR THIS!!!

when i saw how the words in tommys section cut off mid sentence i had to pause because in my Head i was like well it doesnt mean hes dead. like that could mean anything ❤️ and then it cut to sam receivinf a letter and i was like Oh ok dont worry its just from his sister guys we can still smile!! but alas i was wrong. readinf about his grief was so so so devastating bc i cant even imagine that as a twin!! thats half your soul bro. sighing so loud my poor family

once again youve outdone urself!! im so emotionally invested in them how am i supposed to go throughout my day when my fictional brother just got taken out 💔thank u for updating

This has been sitting in my inbox for so long and I just want to say that reading it over the last few months has delighted me endlessly. So sorry to have killed that fictional boy. He was lovely and I miss him.

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cheers to whoever wrote literally the most perfect angela prompt imaginable

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can you imagine going to work, shoving a bacon breakfast sandwich down your pants in a bid to show your boss that you are giving your utmost best and he says sorry son not good enough we're going to need you to eat 200g of cheese

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*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?

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Does anybody else track their life though a series of obsessions? Like “ah yes, i remember that happening, i was obsessing over Star Gate Atlantis at the time,” or, “this was during my Supernatural era.” I can map out my whole life in this way.

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I can’t believe Marvel finally had the guts to give us yassified Bucky.