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danu2203 · 1 year
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Eagles - Heartache Tonight at RFK Stadium in 1994
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I KNOW A HEARTACHE WHEN I SEE ONE...
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I NEED A SMELLY, HARD WORKING MAN
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COME ON, BREAK MY HEART!
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HARD WORKING, TOUGH LIVING, BLUE COLLAR MEN.
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okay but here’s why I actually straight up started crying towards the end there.
when the Hells first arrived in Uthodern, the atmosphere was fear.  the city was dark.  temples were closing their doors.  the center for knowledge, where so many people came for answers, did not have knowledge.  did not have answers.  people were scared.  scared that they couldn’t find help, scared that they couldn’t reach out to loved ones, ask if they are okay.
and suddenly, within their very walls, within their homes, a horrible beast sprouted forth from the heart of the city.  there was death, there was destruction.  there was despair.  because if their own home wasn’t safe, then nowhere was.
the darkness was winning.
then a woman with purple hair and odd markings spoke into the captain of the guard’s mind and told him that things were better.  things were okay.  and he believed her.  because what else could he do but to cling to hope?
because that’s what the Hells brought with them, as this terrifying celestial beast that once brought death now steps out, wearing a peach bow, surrounded by the radiance and light that the city so sorely needed.  he is guarded by such an odd group, but they all exude calm.  there is a small gnome wearing a pink handknit sweater riding on its back.
they guide this noble, beautiful beast through an entire city, and the whole time they are showcasing to everyone that the darkness is not winning.  not now.  not while there is still hope kindling in our hearts.  not while ancient beasts can once again see the stars.
the world may be ending, but it hasn’t ended yet.
not if Bells Hells can help it.
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thebigolbee · 10 months
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A calm composure was critical in keeping Mr. House's love affairs a secret. But dear Marlow enjoyed the risk...
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sassywiththesas · 1 month
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Your red lipstick stained my soul..
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hazelnut-u-out · 2 years
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i keep thinking about rick’s relationship with birdperson, because GOD is it complicated. 
BP is the only person rick is fully comfortable being emotionally vulnerable with. he literally adopted a phrase in BP’s native language that would ensure that BP (and ONLY BP) could know just how deeply pained, miserable, and insufferable his existence is.
“i am in great pain.”
he is constantly sweet to BP, except for when he put his heart on his sleeve and got rejected. 
rick has offered this man the world- he’s offered BP his very existence. his speech at blood ridge was essentially, 
“be with me and i’ll be your willing servant- worshipping what you value.”
even if it came across to BP as insensitive. 
here is this person, the ONLY person alive, that rick has ever cracked open his shell for. the only person he’s let watch him bleed- because something, for some illogical reason, makes him feel safe when he’s with him.
calmness. stillness. a comfortability he’s not scared of trusting. 
he thought he’d lost him, too. watched BP be shot to death- right after he’d laid his trust out bare for him once again. 
the relief that flooded over him at realizing that BP wasn’t dead must’ve been immeasurable.
but, oh god, the way his gut must have twisted in confusion when he couldn’t break through to him.
the way he resigned to his death being at the hand of his unrequited love. the way he looked up, willing to let the only person he’d felt safe with take his life. accepting that. 
he saved him, put him back together, but every time he tried to bring him back, BP either wanted to claw him apart or run away from him. 
he put his life on the line to go in and save BP from himself. 
still, he let him choose to fly away. let him reject him again. 
i think that rick considers BP the “great love” of his life- if only because he can’t let himself let go. if he does, if he stops and allows himself to move on, then... what were the last three decades of his life for?
i’ve given you my heart and, though it will be stuck in a perpetual standstill of longing, i’d rather you not give it back.
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lemonfreshlysqueezed · 8 months
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I need at least a few business days to recover from binge watching Flower of Evil
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gayahguy · 10 days
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Lil Al Bowlly photo dump💋
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kindyu · 9 months
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when men smile.... 🥰
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nymphslivehere · 6 months
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hes playing with me fr i know he tells other girls the same shit hes telling me
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cheesecake-beech · 1 year
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Hey me again i wanted to know if you could do claude and wild knuckles ( I love there relationship and there romance)
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I drew old gay people GSHSJBCSJH
GRANDPAS respectfully of their own little groups 🙏🏽🙏🏽 GAUGDHD I MISSED DRAWING THESE GUYS SM 😭😭😭😭😭
sobbing and crying and sobbing
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athenaviolante · 28 days
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"So, the end of this story will read that she died of regrets and a heart disease.
Then, she will rest in a sacred place in the middle of nowhere while he forgets about her."
Athena Violante //The ones who could never stay.
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martyrbat · 1 year
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the homoeroticism of sharing a cigarette while overlooking a city you both want to save and are willing to sacrifice everything to do so while desperately clinging to the hope you both can somehow still live to see another sunrise.
#shoutout to batgordon gotta be one of my favourite pairs that makes my mutuals annoyed <33#its about having that boundary and barrier that literal mask staring you in the face every single time you talk — the painful reminder you#will never know the man underneath it entirely! yet still that trust to uphold his secret identity! to not peek or rip it off! to not turn#around when he uncowls himself behind you in a theatrical show of HIS trust! its about not opening your eyes while bandaging his injuries#and as your fingers graze the skin that you dont allow yourself to see! its about seeing this mask and accepting it as part of the man and#something he must do and have! its about finding the other person that actually cares about this city as much as you do!#everyone around you is telling you its hopeless yet you remain that hope! you remain dedicated to it and your sisyphus labour because#theres such a small possibility that one day things WILL get better and that's enough to keep you going! its about finding the other person#that has sacrificed and sabotaged their own happiness and life for this city!#its about the smoke burning in your lungs and the cold air you two will always share — if youre lucky.#its about having a consensual workplace relationship that neither of you will acknowledge!#and why should you! theree no point! its never going to happen; gotham and your family is always going to the priority for both of you#but god the stars are beautiful tonight and its so nice to have a friend that actually understands why youre bleeding for this city#its also about sad old men sex & bittersweet heartache memories shared of watching this hungry city shift and change as your blood feeds it
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thesolitarysoul · 5 months
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lvrsdrk · 5 months
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There is a place that is believed to exist on the outer limits of his consciousness. In a midday dream, he can see splendid flora in the distance that has always been properly attended to. On that horizon of health stand, adequately watered, trees whose fruit’s flesh bears an unfamiliar taste of safety and satiety. If almost pious in execution, their roots run underneath gratifying grasses in non-judgmental soil. Blessed is the sunlight that tickles the brown skin of the dreamer—a man trapped in a reality where his vines cannot reach their apex. The most profane of skies curses away his blooming season without fail or equivocation.
Impossible Garden || eddiemustwrite
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seethroughthetears · 7 months
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I still remember how you'd connect the freckles on my arms, telling me that I was so lucky to carry constellations with me everywhere I went.
Now I look up to the night sky and wonder if you see my freckles in the stars.
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lostinpages-99 · 2 years
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“[…] I loved the way he kissed me, like my very taste was enough for him to live on.”
Jennifer Armentrout, The Crown of Gilded Bones, p. 273.
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