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dubblebubbleibuprofen · 5 months

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This is how I’m coping ok. It’s ok.

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permeate · 11 months

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#x #love you baby #couple #text me #romantic #b&w post #sweet messages #message me #love #remember you are amazing #couples #radarplz

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peterbparkeradoptmeplease · 9 months

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#across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv #itsv #into the spider verse #peter b parker #pavitr prabhakar #gayatri singh #pavitr x gayatri #the spot #johnathon ohnn #hobie brown #miles morales #gwen stacy #text post meme #text post

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boysssofthemonth · 1 month

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If We Had It Our Way | Twenty

Rafe Cameron Social Media AU

Synopsis: Growing up and living life as a pogue had its ups and downs. Mostly downs. Y/n studied diligently, a trait ingrained at a young age by her single mother. With her sharp intellect, Y/n was recognised as the top in all her classes, whilst attending a few subjects above her year level. To relieve some financial burden, Y/n tutored fellow students, some in her public school and if she was lucky, some students from Kildare Academy. She favoured tutoring opportunities from these families as they offered higher rates. She was proposed an offer by a teacher to tutor Rafe Cameron, only the scariest and richest Kook on the island. Actually second, as his dad took first place. Teaching was the easy part, interacting with Rafe? Now that was a different story.

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Tags: @leah-loves-lilies @rafeslittleangel @fals3-g0d @ynmunson @alexiskirkland @rafesdrew @urmomsgirlfriend1 @rafeinterlude @winterrrnight @the-tortured-poets-depxrtment @atorturedpoetx @peterpan-neverfails

#Rafe Cameron #Drew Starkey #Rafe x Reader #Outerbanks #Outerbanks Social media au #drew Starkey x reader #drew Starkey social media au #JJ Maybank #Pope Hayward #John B Routledge #Kiara Carrera #Sarah Cameron #Topper #rafe Cameron x reader #rafe obx #obx #outer banks rafe #social media au #text

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prettyg1irlstears · 20 days

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obx boys

reacting to you accidentaly texting them instead of your friend :)

in the pope one, it’s supposed to be knew and not knee💀

#rafe cameron #pope heyward #john b routledge #jj maybank #rafe cameron texts #pope heyward texts #john b texts #jj maybank texts #obx x reader #obx texts

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andthatscanon · 5 months

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#dair text post #dan x blair #dair #dan humphrey #blair waldorf #gossip girl #queue b

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catghoststories · 7 months

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**Welcome Home Halloween Update Spoilers!!**

Ffff amazing update, so many good tidbits as always.

Ruh roh. Feel like this is hinting at future drama regarding Frank's love interest on the show...

(For the record I subscribe to the theory that Frank and Julie aren't into each other and the show runners are trying to set them up, even though Frank and Eddie are actually together. Although of course Frank and Julie are amazing best friends. 💜💛🩷)

We do get the fact that Eddie obviously reads a lot, and Clown has said that Frank is the only Neighbor with a book collection, so maybe he regularly visits Frank to 'borrow some books,' hmm? 👀 💌🦋

Also, shout-out to Howdy running to his 'favorite customer' Barnaby as soon as he walked through the door and Sally calling Poppy 'darling.' I'm a shipping fiend, these things give me life 🌈💜🐾🐛💜☀️🪶💜🌈

Happy Halloween! 🎃🧡🖤 Thank you Clown and WH team for the lovely surprise!

#welcome home spoilers #frank frankly #eddie dear #julie joyful #frank x eddie #sally x poppy #barnaby x howdy #howdy pillar #barnaby b beagle #sally starlet #poppy partridge #welcome home #welcome home update #welcome home website #my text posts

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missyandthemisfits · 6 months

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Less Than Romantic Texts 🙃 Jujutsu Kaisen - Part I

Hey y’all, back at it again with the gross couple stuff - JJK!!! Featuring Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, and Toge Inumaki ! No, I didn’t do Panda and no I’m not going to 😂

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textsfromthetva · 6 months

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#brad wolfe #hunter b 15 #loki #mobius m. mobius #loki x mobius x brad #loki series #loki spoilers #mcu #loki memes #lokiedit #texts from last night

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bruciemilf · 10 months

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Peter B got "Here's a tip; Don't watch the eyes. Watch the hands" from his Felicia Hardy 100%

#LISTEN I CANT HELP IT I SHIP THE TRASH MAN WITH THE LITERAL GODDESS #peter b getting these amaizngly hot strong badass ppl by being a funny snark machine is sooo #give miles a fun auntie #felicia can help him talk to girls #he tries tne Hey thing on her and she's like. and who thought you that?#miles: my uncle aaron. felicia: was he single too?#peter b parker #felicia hardy #spidercat #peter x felicia #little meow meows #text #spiderverse

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homolobotomized · 1 year

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no op no binder luffy vs eighteen (18) separate top surgeries zoro

#op #one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro #trans zoro #monkey d. luffy #luffy #trans luffy #zolu #luzo #zoro x luffy #zoluposting #my art #id in alt text #click for higher quality #t4t zolu u will always b famous #trans zolu

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stranger-rants · 3 months

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Please normalize tagging "x reader" fan works with #xreader as a generic / genre tag. I have nothing against people expressing themselves in this way, but this will make it so much easier to filter for those like me who don't personally enjoy that content.

It is so aggravating to search for content and then have to scroll through essay length x reader fan works with no ability to filter them out effectively. It makes me want to give up searching altogether. We need a common tag for this purpose.

Additionally, PLEASE USE THE READ MORE FEATURE on posts that are longer than a few paragraphs. It is exhausting to scroll through multiple essay length posts with no read more while trying to search for content.

#text post #xreader #x reader #posting here b/c it's my one fandom ish blog

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boysssofthemonth · 2 months

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If We Had It Our Way | Fifteen

Rafe Cameron Social Media AU

Synopsis: Growing up and living life as a pogue had its ups and downs. Mostly downs. Y/n studied diligently, a trait ingrained at a young age by her single mother. With her sharp intellect, Y/n was recognised as the top in all her classes, whilst attending a few subjects above her year level. To relieve some financial burden, Y/n tutored fellow students, some in her public school and if she was lucky, some students from Kildare Academy. She favoured tutoring opportunities from these families as they offered higher rates. She was proposed an offer by a teacher to tutor Rafe Cameron, only the scariest and richest Kook on the island. Actually second, as his dad took first place. Teaching was the easy part, interacting with Rafe? Now that was a different story.

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b-ubbleberry · 7 months

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☆𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒔,𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆☆

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andthatscanon · 5 months

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#dair text post #dan x blair #dair #dan humphrey #blair waldorf #gossip girl #queue b

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kangaracha · 27 days

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daffodil + chan

a song

the prompt: daffodil (a god bows before a mortal)

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"You have no power over me."

running through his hands like water, and suddenly the earth is not his to control. The skies do not turn with the twist of his head, lightning does not fork in the air when his eyes, dark as night and yet still lit by some unearthly light, fall upon you, his mouth wide as if to gasp for a breath he cannot take-

And yet, still, it shivers down your spine; the magic that draws you here even as you rip it apart, the prize of your conquest to rip the world into two.

"Take it back," he hisses through his teeth, the ground trembling with every syllable that slides down his tongue. You watch his mouth as it forms the words, the flash of teeth behind thin lips reminding you of the way that the swordsman you'd fought through to get here had smiled at you - the last of his seven challenges, the last of his demons, or angels, or citizens of the sprawling, damned city he claimed as his kingdom.

And here you stood, at the pinnacle of the eighth, and stared him in the eye without cringing away because now you knew the truth. Now you knew that what he whispered in the dark was a lie and what you saw with your eyes wasn't always true, and though he may be a god and a king amongst beings that you could never hope to rival, a god can only hold as much power as you give him. A god can only claim dominion over a beast that bowed to his dogma.

You see now that you are no beast. You are no believer in any lie he utters to the darkness.

"Take it back," he says again, the note of his voice changing. He pleads, his brow furrowing and his shoulders curling in as if waiting for the final blow. "Take it back now, before it's too late."

"I can't," you tell him, and you watch him fall to his knees, and you know that it's wrong and your heart pounds in your chest and it

like the ground does at the impact of his knees, crumbling into the pieces it was in when you first took his hand, alone on the side of the road with only one thing to call your own. And what was that thing, the little warmth you'd held to your chest in the dark and the cold? What had you traded away for the comfort of the house that crumbled around you now? Why had you destroyed him to get it back, where was it now, why did it not appear within his hands at this, the hour of his reckoning?

"Please," he spits into the cold ground, the dirt and the leaves and the curl of ivy that grows up the walls around you, old and ancient and not yet sprouted from its roots all at the same time. His hands curl in the dirt like he can reach down and pull the earth to him, like he can stop the wane of his power if he just tries to hold on a little bit tighter. "I know what you want, and I don't have it. I can't lose-"

Broken, fragile thing. Small god of limited earth, crouched at your feet like he might worship you instead. You'd thought him all-powerful once, and then you'd thought him severe and his servants and beasts and playthings petty, and then you'd thought him

because he'd smiled at you in the garden that bloomed from his own hands when you expressed your desire for a flower to tuck in the braid of your dark hair, and his hand had been soft in yours, and when he looked out across his kingdom and the clamouring faces of the people he'd brought to live there, he'd looked at them the same way that he'd looked at you.

Beneath your foot, the ground cracks, fracturing outwards like a spiderweb. It's your heart, you realise morosely, sinking from your chest and into the depths of the earth, disappearing with whatever he'd taken from you; and it was a wretched thing and it had betrayed you a hundred times over, but you still mourn at the loss of it and all the dreams it had carried with it. It blooms in your flowers in the corners of the room, embeds itself into the land and sings along with the song of his power, a thing you can hear but cannot touch, a beast once born that now does not belong to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, his breath like mist in the cold air, and even without your heart, you can't bear to see him so cold.

Your hands reach for him without permission, your body kneeling in the dirt before you can stand your feet firm upon the earth and refuse to move. He flinches away, but your fingers are soft upon his chin and the curve of his jaw, gentle when they brush the soft dip of his neck. "I only wanted to know what it was," you tell him with a voice that cannot hold itself steady. "I thought if you loved me, you would give it back." It's the only voice you have - you are not like him, or like Felix, speaking with many tongues. You don't have any power of your own.

"It's because I love you that I can't give it back." His voice is hoarse, every word a knife that he swallows without ever once flinching. "It's because I love you that I couldn't tell you what it was."

"But didn't I deserve to know?" you question. "Doesn't my life belong to me?"

Finally, his eyes rise, looking up at you with a fire that belies the cold of his skin. "Of course it does," he gasps, and his hand reaches up, dirt-stained fingers dragging at your cheek. "That's why I gave it to you, and I never asked for anything else."

"But you wouldn't give back what you took in the first place."

The sudden violence of his voice crumbles the walls and fractures the sky, the clouds blooming te dark colours of a bruise. The absence of his hand on your cheek stings in the cold; his face turns away, screwed up in regret and a pain he won't allow you to feel. You lurch forward before he can disappear, drawing him into your arms; stiff shoulders, spine of beaten steel, slow beat of a heart you once held in your hands.

He'd stood so tall and unmoving in the morning light, when you'd first walked down this path, and now in the dark of the setting sun and the ending of the earth, his weight slumps into your grasp, his resolve melting into the warmth of your body. "I didn't want you to suffer again," he says to the soft cotton of your shirt and the curve of your collarbone, his breath a whisper against your skin. "I couldn't watch that, when you asked me to make sure it would never happen again."

Surprise comes in the pause of your breath and the still of your arms, the jump of a heart you're not sure you still possess. "I asked you to make me forget?" you question the world behind his back, and into your neck, he sighs.

"You couldn't forget," he murmurs. "She was dead before I found you, and when I took her from your arms - you couldn't forget. There was nothing I could do to fix what had been broken. And then you begged me to let you forget, so I remembered her for you." He pauses, his throat hitching like he's swallowing something down. A sob maybe, or the tears he will never let fall. "I can't give her back though. She's not here anymore."

You push him upright, your hands on his shoulders, his neck, his face. Brushing away the hair that falls in his eyes, wiping at the blood that drips from the cut on his cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, because the answer is incomprehensible. "Why did you let me go this far?"

"Because I was scared," he admits, and his teeth clench and his spine stiffens against the urge to hide away from you again. "Because I'm a wretched, evil, stupid thing who thinks they can-"

His words die in your throat; vile, wretched things that you store away to spit out later, into the ground where they belong. He is none of that; he is soft, and hesitant, until your fingers find the sharp curve of his hip and the lines of his back, dragging him closer and his lips open like there is nothing in the world to devour but you and

#sorry about the images everyone but tumblr wouldn't let me keep my aesthetic #and i refuse to bow to any shitty website #how tf do you align text on here #anyway #stray kids #bang chan #stray kids chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids x you #y/n without the y/n #lee felix #is mentioned #lee know is also in here if you can spot him #roo writes #the fight i had to a) finish this and b) post it #anyway 7k written for the last three days #a lil treat for #well for me because keeps refused to write me a fic and i got desperate #but for the love of god please someone read this please someone talk to me #i feel like i really cooked with this #one hour of my life spent going down a rabbithole #oh what else was i going to say #vaguely inspired by labyrinth #we went way off the labyrinth rails but #it's there #alright shit alright i'm gonna post it lets go i'm nervous

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