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When I show up to the biggest Hannigram shipper competition but Mads Mikkelsen is already there:

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“What if we kissed on the kachouch?” - Hannibal probably

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this is essentially lightnings rusteze commercial in cars 1

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honestly i think they should make burning the goat legal, but still protect it as if it weren’t. make a sport out of it. whoever manages to get past all the cameras and fences gets to be the main character of sweden for a week

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I'm sorry but no Pixar movie will ever live up to the best one. a hot shot entirely arrogant and egotistical yet ultimately lonely young guy lands up in the middle of a small town before a big race, and having destroyed it's road by accident is now forced to rebuild it? slaps. he meets a beautiful woman who won't take any of his bullshit? wonderful. he realises the old grandpa is a washed up hero that people turned their back on after he came back from an injury, now residing amongst people who love and care for him and he thinks the guy will ruin the town he lives in? dear god I am in love. the young-un meets someone of a sort he once looked down on and they have fun together, and he finally finds a best friend? I will cry. the hotshot falls in love with the town, the town that has long since left the public eye, and the grandpa shows him how self-centred he's been his entire life? please I'm crumbling. the rockstar helps everyone in town, makes them all feel loved and heard and finally feels at home before the paparazzi find him and drag him to his competition, the door closing on his found family just as he's connected with them, all apparently because the grandpa gave them a call? I'm furious! him losing focus at the competition only to hear the grandpa in his headset and go “yeah yeah it's just - wait WHAT” and find that they all came to watch and the grandpa is his coach now all because the best friend didn't get to say goodbye? god I'm squealing with joy! the old dude in his last race ends up in an accident and this boy stops in his tracks, remembers how his coach was disgraced the same way and helps push him to the finish line? I am sobbing. “there's more to racing than just winning” same line as the start, but where earlier it was to impress the camera, this time it's from the bottom of the heart. banging my fists on the table “you got a lot of stuff kid” the grandpa says to the boy, pride, forgiveness and acceptance mingle as I begin to wail. the new racing headquarters will be built in the town, it's back on the map. I am hopping up and down out of sheer jubilation. oh and they're all cars btw. what more do you want?

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leon hc; you bring home a kitten

pairing ❥ leon kennedy x gn!reader

warnings ❥ none!

word count ❥ 205

a/n ❥ i wrote this in 10 min since i needed to get my mind off a bunch of things

when you come home from the shelter with a small kitten, Leon doesn’t know what to do. 

he isn’t used to having a pet or any kind of animal around so he’ll probably be a bit uncomfortable at first 

also the zombie dogs in raccoon city most likely gave him some kind of trauma:(

when it’s just then in the room he’ll probably stare down the kitten.

omg he would be EXTREMELY possessive over you since he doesn’t want the cat to take up all your attention >;(

and the kitten would do the same cause we all know how possessive cats can be

eventually he’ll start to warm up to the small feline

leon is 100% one of those dad that would say “don’t get a cat it will be too much work” and then fall in love with it within 2 seconds and become the cats favorite

leon would also fall asleep with the kitten on his chest god i’m crying

as the kitten gets older, leon would just get more attached 

instead of leon being possessive over you the tables would turn and it would be you who would become possessive since suddenly your favorite person is constantly with a very special feline

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drabble; leon kennedy

wc; 219

tw; suicidal thoughts, alcohol, trauma??? re2 and some re4 spoilers ig

a/n; i wrote this for school and i kinda hate it but i also felt like posting it aaagghhhhh whatever. on top of that we had a time limit💔nah i don’t like this. feel free to give constructive criticism ples i need to learn how to write. it’s also extremely emo i will probably private it after a few hours🫣🫣 (im extremely self-conscious)

I remember…that day. The day I lost myself. The day the officer in me died. When I first arrived at Raccoon city, I knew something was off. The experiment went extremely wrong, leaving everyone infected with the T-virus. 

I remember screaming, crying, helpless people on the ground as chaos erupted around us. Some made it to safety, hiding in a gun shop or in a train cart. I hid in the police station. Although I discovered quite fast that it was overrun, not only by zombies, but bio weapons. I made it out quite quick but I never got peace. After getting out of the city and bringing a few survivors with me I got recruited by the government.

I remember walking into the oval office, the president greeting me and patting my shoulder. I remember him calling me remarkable, incredible and special. He wanted me assigned to his details. I had to undergo merciless training, it almost killed me. 

Now, years later. I sit on the edge of my bed, a bottle of whiskey and glass beside me. As Well as my trusted handgun, I am now writing this letter as a final goodbye to anyone who might read this. I don’t want to remember anything anymore. All I want is to remember how to be happy again.

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hello, i am maya:]

i write sometimes and im not really good at it but whatever

please like, reblog or comment if you like any of my content:)

(dividers made by @cafekitsune on all of my posts)

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drabble; leon kennedy

hc; you bring home a puppy

cod;

apple pie; phillip graves

nct;

fairly tale; mark lee

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apple pie; phillip graves

pairing ❥ phillip graves x gn!reader

warnings ❥ fluff! normal au

summary ❥ you have never met your neighbour, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count ❥ 323

first post ever. this is req btw I know nothing about cod

Ever since moving into your flat you've never been able to catch a glimpse of your neighbour. There have been times you've seen his car or a package waiting outside his door, but never him. Of course, you were curious about him. One day, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You had no idea how to approach him, but you finally settled on something. An apple pie, very basic and easy to make. No one hates apple pie. Once you saw that his car was on the sidewalk you knew it was time.

You woke up early that day. Baking and being extremely precise to make sure it's perfect. When evening came, you walked out with the pie in hand. Reaching the door, you stopped. It finally hit you that you were standing in front of your neighbour's door. Anxiety hit you like a truck. What am I doing? While deep in your thoughts, the door swung open. Your eyes, big as pennies, stared back at him. He was leaning against the door frame. His eyes pierced into yours. "You need something, darlin'?" He said with a slight chuckle. "I-um, I brought you this." You said in a rush while lifting the pie. He looks down at the pie and lifts an eyebrow. "Why?" He said while smirking. Your cheeks turned a slight pink colour. You realized you never introduced yourself or explained why you were there. "Well I'm your next door and I've never met you, so I just um, wanted to get to know you. You know, if I need to build some furniture or something." You said while looking at the pie, too embarrassed to look at him. He looked between the pie and you. "So you just wanna use me?" He said with a joking tone. Your cheeks flushed even more. "Well, come in then. Let's share the pie and get to know each other"

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fairy tale; Mark Lee

pairing ❥ fairy!mark x fairy!femreader

warnings ❥ none! this is fluff^^

summary ❥ they thought it was only themself, and no one else in the dense forest

word count ❥ 566

authors note ❥ i had to write this for a english assignment so i just turned it into a fanfic lol hahah, also excuse any mistakes💚

Once upon a time there was a girl living in the thick woods of Dreamland. She chose to live in the secluded area of the forest not only because of the beauty the forest had to offer but also because of the fact that she’s a fairy. Maybe a bit far fetched for the naked eye since she looked like any girl out there. But when she could go home to her small cottage and stretch her wings and let her hair flow by the wind, she always felt euphoric.

Then one time a boy came around, he also was a fairy. Just like the girl, he didn’t look like one, but when he got to go home in the cottage a few kilometers away he could also feel the euphoric feeling of spreading his wings and letting his hair flow in the wind.

One time, the boy was on his way to the town that was on the edge of the forest. He needed food and it was regular for him to go into town so everyone knew him, but not the secret. Coincidentally the girl was going to the river to get water and flowers that bloomed around the water and around this time of year. When they saw each other. They both were in their true forms, wings outstretched, hair flowing in the wind. They both were naturally stunned at seeing each other after thinking they were the only fairy in the forest, let alone probably even the last of their kind. The boy dared to go closer to the girl, slowly stretching out his hand. He held it out, waiting for her to shake his hand. The girls stumbled on her words, not knowing what to say.

The boy introduced himself, waiting for the girl to do the same.

“Hello, my name is Mark, I come from the deeper part of the forest.” The girl was hesitant to take his hand, but she eventually did.

“I am Y/N...nice to meet you.” The girl answers with a small smile. They continued to have small talk.

Eventually they separated and continued with their tasks. When evening came, they thought about each other. Was it love at first sight?

The next morning they met again. And the next morning, and the next, and the next, it turned into months. At some point they invited each other into their cottages. They both got a warm feeling. They both knew they were in love. When the day for love, valentine’s day came around. The boy had prepared flowers for the girl that he had picked from the higher points of the river. He was incredibly nervous, he didn’t know if she felt the same way as he did. He walked to her cottage, dressed in a pink suit. As he went up to the girls door and knocked. He waited patiently for her to open the door. When she opened the door she saw the boy standing there with flowers in both hands and a big smile. She also had pink clothes. A pink dress and some pink hosiery. The boy stretched out the flowers to her and asked.

“Will you be my valentine?”

The aftermath of those five words ended with them sitting on the porch on one of the cottages, watching their grandchildren learning how to fly. It was a true fairy tale.

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