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dropdeadxdani · 1 year
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★ tears of ashes ★ ig: skrillexhater
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augustusfires11 · 9 months
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A reminder to anyone who needs it that it is perfectly okay not to grieve someone who was abusive or toxic in life. It’s okay, even, if you feel nothing but relief when you hear the news. I don’t like DEH that much, but Requiem was a valid song.
Cut yourself some slack and take care
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sister-brony · 9 months
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To whoever needs to hear it: you are awesome, you are strong, you are beautiful, you deserve and are worthy of love, you are needed!
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captainsaltypear · 11 months
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getting arrested by the universal stability agency.......WITH STYLE.
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notherpuppet · 3 months
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I’m so overwhelmed with what we saw,,,, I’m trying to grasp onto one train of thought
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jeyneofpoole · 7 months
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this is actually the funniest thing i’ve ever seen. um FIRST OF ALL ‼️‼️‼️his name is NOT theon 😤😤 it’s RICK 😂😂…….
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trainingdummyrabbit · 2 months
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:] yay yippy ! doodle requests...
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daisyndahlia · 2 months
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we as society need to understand that both lucy and george soak up lockwood's attention and praise like a sponge !!!
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yes-i-exist-shutup · 2 months
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Aftg fandom fucked up real hard when we just randomly assumed that the main character, a auburn haired guy, was a redhead/ginger
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prince-liest · 1 month
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[takes a deep breath]
AND A PERSONAL "FUCK YOU" TO THE VIVID NIGHTMARE ABOUT NOT GETTING A MATCH EMAIL AT ALL THAT WOKE ME UP 20 MINUTES AGO!!!
I MATCHED!!!!
GONNA BE A DOCTOR!!!!
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nwjws · 4 months
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someone make a smau idol au where you find out an idol from another group was someone you dated or married in amongus back in 2020 ill read the shit out of it
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sketchyracoon · 5 days
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This just in funky lil guy is banging out some tunes!
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hotasfahrenheit · 5 months
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My Dear Gangster Oppa [Episode 3]
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mondstalgia · 3 months
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Jiang Dian for SEEK
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powderblueblood · 4 months
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How about Lacy finding Eddie's writing? 🤭
need you to imagine me listening to a fifth of beethoven from the saturday night fever soundtrack whilst writing this because i became insane and filled it with Clues.............
it's like trying to understand the fucking zodiac killer.
it's all codes and ciphers and scrawls and-- well, she thought she might have been reading that one upside down but it's actually indecipherable any way you twist it.
and it's not like any of it is even written on paper either. torn open cigarette packs, napkins, burger wrappers from the diner. one time a leaf.
because eddie's not like lacy in the way she keeps a journal but eddie's like lacy in that if he's roundhoused with a thought that he needs to remember, he's got to write it down now immediately pronto on any available surface.
which is pretty pointless, since he keeps losing all this garbage and she has to pick it up after him.
she bears over the spread of scraps like an fbi agent, palms braced to the table. there's a thread here, but she can't quite untangle it. she's staring at a pile of shit that says shit like
crabs incident-- bruised like a peach worth biting-- violet like violence??
red tights. tingly. carnelian little carnivore.
track two. treasure.
persephone's hall pass.
seventh grade & as many minutes in limbo. shoulda ripped off band aid.
mage in a mink coat.
well, that last one--
"you dumpster diving now? hard times."
fuck! fuck. told you, rat blood. appearing out of nowhere with no noise no notice to then become the loudest thing in the room. he's like thunderclap, this fucko, like a spontaneous combustion.
he also doesn't even recognize his own handwriting, seems like. she blushes, furious. doesn't know why.
"community service. they have me picking up the trailer trash's trailer trash."
"snitty!" he shoves the bag of chips he's holding at her--an offering, he can't do anything normal around her--and reaches for one of the scraps. lacy watches him like a scientist watching a guinea pig for brain activity-- and his eyes go all wide and panicky. "wait."
"eddie-- hey!" but he's scrambling now, going for all the little pieces of writing she'd been trying to arrange on the table like a pointless puzzle. "don't--"
"where'd you get all this shit, huh?! going through my pockets now, is that it? like a cop?"
"i-- hey, don't you fucking dare-- look, you shed!"
"i shed?"
"you shed. you've got shit falling out of that stupid, enormous nerd binder every goddamn day because you just shove shit in there and don't organize anything, and i wasn't gonna stand around and let you just litter everywhere and--" now it's her turn to be like. wait. crosses her arms, eyes narrow, she's mother superior serving nailed ya bitch. "--why are you all skittish?"
"huh?"
"it's just-- trash, right?" she snatches a burger wrapper out of his grasp. oh this is delish.
"yeah," he grabs, but she's holding it behind her back and god her face is like stupid smirky, "but it's my trash. my--giveit--private... trash."
eddie munson is blushing.
"who's the mage?"
"the fucking.... the what?"
little crinkle as she unfolds a piece torn off a brown paper bag. "mage in a mink coat. who's that?"
"nobody."
"i have a mink coat."
"oh. does that really say mage? 'coz it should say mange." he's such an asshole. she's grinning so wide.
everyone says revenge is a dish best served cold but she bets she could use eddie munson's cheeks as a hotplate and eat right off 'em. it'd taste so much better. lobster bisque. filet mignon. michelin star.
"have you been writing about me, munson?"
his face is all stone-set, mouth all i can't fucking believe this and eyes all i'd cut the brake lines in her van if she wasn't the one scamming rides off me all the time. "li'l miss my life is incomplete without eddie munson wants to talk?"
"called you a neanderthal in the next sentence. don't forget that."
"you're such a beastie."
"carnelian little carnivore, you wrote."
"what makes you so sure it's all about you, huh?"
"context clues."
he glances down. she is, in fact, wearing the aforementioned tingly-feeling-inspiring red tights again today. shit.
"what happened in seventh grade?" she's pointing to the scrap in his hand, one he's managed to keep out of her snatchy little fingers.
she doesn't remember anything significant about seventh grade. but he does, and a knot tightens in his chest and he's about to lie and say something crass about my fist, a stopwatch and a view of you from underneath the bleachers at cheerleading practice-- then final bell rings.
"that is for me to know--"
"--and for me to die ignorant?" she's an active listener.
"precisely, you wench. now get the fuck outta here, i got hellfire."
lacy leaves the scraps.
"i will find out, y'know."
he knows. "you're like a bitch with a bone that way."
"the bitchiest."
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