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so glad it cut me off before I committed a crime against my school. Any way to hell with u(sic)ga😂 bc
WHAT’S THE GOOD WORD?
TO HELL WITH GEORGIA!
be prepared for incoming songs bc GT n my frat have GR8 songs 💕🫦😤
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catfindr · 3 months
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steve56776 · 2 months
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Keep gaining weight! I feel like I cant stop! If u wanna see more send me a DM!
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that--funny--feeling · 2 months
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That Dana Scully smile and stare to Mulder that tell us she is exactly where she wants to be from day one to the end.
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The X Files 1x01 // 8x21 // 1x02 // 7x04
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lopeirce · 4 months
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@lgbtqcreators creator bingo: lyrics -> Grey's Anatomy (Seattle Grace Mercy Death) + How To Save A Life
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tnsophiaonly · 2 months
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What?! (Sagau)
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Reader who's a literal Scaramouche/Wanderer simp always praising him: You're literally so hot oh my..
Wanderer, smirking: Hah! Praise me more... *mumble mumble*
Reader sees Ga Ming, instantly swooned by his charming personality: Forget about Scaramouche! I want you!!
Ga Ming, completely flustered by your affection towards him, you remind him so much of his grace: Uh- Uhm- yeah--! uwah-!
Wanderer balling his fists in anger: WHAT?!
(I LOVE GAMING ISTG I AM GOING INSANE ILHSM)
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roughridingrednecks · 5 months
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Batts from Georgia
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va-alentine · 6 months
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JAX BRAINROT JAX BRAINROT JAX BRAINROT
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t34-mt · 10 months
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sketch dump , doing lazy refs for artfight sorry💔
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biggs-regretti · 9 months
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Been watching the Grey's for bbygirl george
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winnie-the-monster · 7 months
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Sometimes I still can’t believe that the writers expect me to believe that Alex would leave Jo(a woman he married twice), for a woman he hasn’t seen or talked to in over a decade.
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catfindr · 4 months
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pristine-rose · 11 months
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✧ LILAC FUMES
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⊹ characters : albedo, ningguang, kaveh, la signora
⊹ synopsis : bad habits ( in which only you can see )
⊹ warnings : all sfw :] , smoking ( ningguang )
⊹ female reader, not proofread, sry for writing albedo again
minors can interact, but do not follow. this is just more sfw to pass the time! will hopefully return to n.sfw soon
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⊹ ALBEDO
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self-doubt
He doesn’t really know what he’s doing.
Brush strokes race rapidly across the canvas, but somehow even quicker than normal. He used more colors than he usually does; He puts in more care than he usually does, too. He paints you so beautifully. Perhaps even a little too perfect, as well. But that’s the way he sees you—no flaws, but in a way that ms so perfectly human, that you’re practically perfectly imperfect. And Archons, he loves that about you.
Is he allowed to say that? Allowed to even think it? Loving you? This is why he paints you—because he can’t show these feelings any other way. And he hates this about himself. Why can’t he kiss you the way other couples do? Why can’t he hug you without being so tense? Why, why, why did he have to be created without a heart?
You deserved someone more human than him, he feared. Someone who would pour his heart out to you so emotionally correct, and not towards a painting like he is doing now.
“Albedo…” He felt his body jump in horrific surprise. “This is…”
Ah. He forgot to lock his studio door. He was so stupid—he could never think logically when it came to you. And now you were here, seeing something he didn’t want you to see. “Albedo,” you called again with your hand over your mouth, “you’re so kind…”
Kind? He could almost scoff You were calling him kind? He was a disgrace here, he could not even understand the basics of love in a way to show it to you physically or verbally; And here you were, staring at him like he was the most thoughtful of lovers. He didn’t know how to show love. In fact, he didn’t even know what he was doing.
And yet, when you ran up to hug him so tightly, he thought, perhaps you knew him better than he knew himself.
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⊹ NINGGUANG
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smoking
Smoke-lined silk screen, glass room, bed frame, light post.
A huff, clouds filtered between red lips.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough of that?”
When she looked up at you, her pearly whites were playing with the wooden tip between her lips, toying with it as if it were like secondary skin. She looked unbothered—genuinely confused, even—as to what exactly you were asking of her in the first place.
“Enough of what?”
You gave no verbal response as your eyes glanced down at her mouth for just a second. Oh. “My pipe?”
“Your smoking problem,” you told; only to, of course, garner a response along the lines of ‘I don’t have a problem’. You could only scoff, really, and the Tianqian wasn’t sure if she liked that. To be almost belittled and scolded like a child ( which, in truth, was not happening at all—she just conditioned herself to see such a false reality ) was not a setting that Ningguang took kindly to. And if you were any other subordinate telling her what to do, you’d be a dartboard by now.
She blew out slowly. Secondhand smoke hit the tip of your nose and your brow raised. “You’re being dramatic,” she rolled her eyes. “Come. Grow up, and give me a—”
“I will not be kissing you with your smoker’s breath.”
She almost cracked the wooden pipe with the clench of her hand from annoyance—but that would be giving into you, wouldn’t it? She almost didn’t like the winning smile that crossed your lips. What she didn’t like even more, however, was being put into place right in front of you.
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⊹ KAVEH
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overworking, worrying
“Love you so m— Oh, wait! Do you think you can make another coffee for—?”
His words died into mumbles when he saw the hesitant look you gave him. “Coffee?” you questioned, leaning at the doorframe in a way he didn’t like. A lean like that meant you’d be questioning him. He got nervous when you did that. “At this hour?”
His fingers fiddled with his pen. “I have this big project to hammer out tonight, I fear…”
You only sighed. So simple, yet he could not take his eyes off of you. They were widened with a stir of caffeine and sleep deprivation both simultaneously—the bags under his eyes only causing even more concern. But he stared at you out of habit, for a large part of it was fear and insecurity. His eyes were always, always widened, searching for any trace of disappointment in your gaze. He didn’t like it when you were concerned over him; Not because of annoyance, no.
But over worry you would leave him for his self-sabotaging habits.
“Sorry,” he muttered when you pushed yourself off the doorframe, beginning to make your way towards his desk. “This project is really important to me.”
“You said that all your projects are important to you,” you remarked. The way you tiredly slouched yourself over his back and rested your chin on his shoulder made him only feel worse. “And I can see that,” you continued, “they are your life’s work.”
Kaveh stayed quiet. He stared down at his work-in-progress blueprint, trying his best to look like he was working. And truly, he was working fine just a moment ago—But how could he continue that focus now, when you’re making him self-conscious? He didn’t deserve such concern. You should’ve just left him by now.
“You’re shaking.” He didn’t notice that until you placed your hand on top of his, which was gripping his pen so tightly. “You can continue your masterpiece when you have enough sleep, okay?” you muttered as you kissed his temple. He sighed, melting in his seat. Perhaps he could spare to continue in the morning.
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⊹ LA SIGNORA
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secret keeping, overthinking
“Hey. Hey, look at me.”
Her lips landed under your own once she felt the pull of your fingers on her chin. She was seated, feeling your presence loom over her like a sense of warm security that was so reachable in this palace of ice. And yet it left her breathless—she, who was never surprised by anything. She, who was so cautious and careful about who she adored.
“Was there something you needed?” she whispered, feeling small as her breath brushed your lips.
“You were heating up,” you said with such concern, “worryingly so.” Her head slightly tilted back with a widened eye, looking up when the back of your hand gently pressed against her forehead. She could almost smile—you cared so much, and it almost made her hopelessly romantic again. “Are you developing a fever, Signora?”
Her brows furrowed together. No, of course she wasn’t.
“Perhaps I am.”
But she couldn’t tell you that. She couldn’t tell you of the scorching, liquid fire that coarse through her veins. She could not explain the self sacrifice she committed centuries ago, or how she was prepared to die.
“Do you mind walking with me to my room?”
Because why would she tell you, when you would probably become scared of her? You—who was just like everybody else—thought she was perfect and ruthless. But also you, who she could not afford to see the disgusted face of.
For now, you only smiled; And she planned to keep it that way.
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shiftythrifting · 6 months
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Shirt I found in a Georgia Goodwill
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glass-beasts · 2 months
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If you started liking Glass Animals because of Heat Waves, you are valid as hell.
You are no different to the rest of GA fans. You liked a song of theirs, a damn good one, because all of their songs are good. Then you joined the fanbase. That’s how it happens to all of us.
Don’t let people shit on you for liking the song. Don’t gatekeep artists, it’s not that deep. Let people like what they like.
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viikkah · 1 year
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David Duchovny & Gillian Anderson behind the scenes of The X-Files
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