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bioexorcizm · 4 months
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waking up in f/os arms is cool and nice but what about waking up with f/o in your arms. their face buried into your chest or neck, their arms around you holding themselves to you. how calm and gentle they'd look, their breathing even and soft, relaxed and content bc you are safety and comfort and home to them
pr*ship c*mship etc dni
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milkywayes · 5 months
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[RECHARGE]
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saionjeans · 1 month
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I know this is eminently obvious but there’s something to poignant to me about how shiori’s initial return is framed by her looking down at juri on a balcony, on physically higher ground even as juri acts so above her. and then when shiori attempts to reconnect and apologize, she tries to place her hand beside juri, but juri turns away again and the java sparrow hits the window as they fail to connect on equal footing. but then in the final scenes, wherein shiori is making more of an effort to reach out to juri beyond the superficial pretenses of their past friendship and hollow betrayals, she positions herself on equal footing with juri, also in a fencing uniform, on common ground. no longer afraid of being seen as juri’s inferior and thus artificially placing herself above her to compensate for her insecurity. and juri, in turn, doesn’t place shiori on an impossible pedestal either, and accepts shiori as a fencing partner the way she does with miki. as an equal. as a friend.
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cornercritter · 10 months
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may have gone a lil insane over this dress—
(also congrats @terracottakore on your short-haired false basically becoming canon
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original picture from false’s instagram story!!
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pink-nanowire · 6 months
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My phone hate my art, but anyway. Take. Them away. They are everywhere in my notebook.
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mayor-brandy · 9 months
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Melba at home. 🌱
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golden-astrum · 1 year
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little gay action between heroes
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priquintana · 10 months
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PRISCILLA QUINTANA
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Chen Yi x Ai Di | Breathe Me | Kiseki: Dear to Me
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fluentisonus · 10 months
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like do you think they ever sat together & talked long into the night about what it's like to lose your spouse and leave your home behind forever and have to look after what people you have left to you and try to build them a good life. do you think they were healing from that together maybe. and how it must have felt to aeneas to have all that thrown in his face by mercury as him abandoning his duty. and how it felt for dido that aeneas couldn't even bring it up to her after everything. and
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Vincent Price - Song of Bernadette
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seashoreships · 5 months
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Um. I got artblock
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tackyink · 4 months
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I don't think I'll have chapter 5 ready this week. I'm having one of those crippling insecurity phases about my writing and nothing I'm doing with the edits feels right.
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steorransaluki · 4 months
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desperately desperately need my life to go back to normal levels of good / bad stuff happening
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tillman · 11 months
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Found a full color copy of HOL at the bookstore and snagged that thing asap I only have the blue version myself but its so. Small …? Its so thin ..
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Ft my well loved slightly yellowed copy vs the newer one on top … so odd.
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shmorp-mcdurgen · 11 months
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The shadows spread around him, tar-like and viscous.
Amidst the haunting screams, Seth stands, hand twitching as he desperately looks for the source, to no avail.
He takes steps forward, or was it steps back? They can’t tell, dark as everything was.
Seth stares at his hands, one of the only things he can see in this place. They’re shaking. Is he shaking?
The screams come closer, and he can hear the laughing. The horrible horrible laughing.
He sees it, the source of the screams.
Broken arms pulling, broken neck leading to a wide and infuriating smile. A silver haired man screaming, arm being pulled out of its socket.
Seth screams back in fury, running towards it in an attempt to help, in an attempt to help Jonah and destroy this thing. This thing that’s done nothing but hurt and hurt and hurt.
Everything spun, and he stumbled forward as everything then changed.
It was no longer a void, but a grungy basement.
He turned, stopping in his tracks when he saw terrified eyes looking up at him.
Jonah was tied to a pipe, gag in his mouth as he tried to crawl away to no avail. There was no recognition in his eyes, whimpers escaping his throat as he saw something that wasn’t there. 
Seth didn’t know what to do, shaking his head and taking a step back.
His legs failed beneath him, and he yelled out as his back met grass. What? 
Seth got up, stumbling with a gasp when he found himself next to a mangled body. It looked like it’s been ripped apart, and he felt bile go up his throat at the sight.
This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be happening.
Everything was so loud.
The silence was so loud.
Jonah.
Jonah was standing in front of him, eyes sad and betrayed.
His voice cracked and strained.
“J-...jonah..” 
“You left me behind. I thought you… you cared… but you replaced me easily enough.”
“Jonah that’s not–”
“YOU LEFT ME BEHIND. LEFT ME TO DIE ALONE. IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU”
Seth shot up from his spot on the couch, heaving breaths. He looked at the clock.
Three AM.
He started to cry.
[oughgh... agonies....]
Okay cool :)
(WAUGAHGAHAGHJAGHGAHAHAAGAAAGAG)
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