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wait wait wait maybe crowley was so opposed to aziraphale taking the bentley not just bc....well it's his bentley his car the machine he loves and Aziraphale is a bumbling disaster who obeys traffic rules yes sure....but also, hear me out, because that means he can't give Aziraphale a lift. he loves giving aziraphale lifts (anywhere he wants to go)!! if aziraphale just starts taking his bentley out by himself then crowley is not needed?? but mr. acts of service crowley wants to drive aziraphale, loves driving beside him....together... aziraphale wanting to go by himself might be disconcerting in a whole other way....oh my
#good omens#ineffable husbands#layers!!!#i haven't seen this take amywhere yet??#it JUST came to me#only took a few months huh#my omens
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with the knowledge of the green dye bonanza phil went on, i think we have to acknowledge the Truth:
phil told himself "don't cry, craft"
#sorry for the#psychic damage#it just came to me#& i needed to have more than myself know this cursed idea#i also recognize myself in this#as someone who worked in a joann fabrics#& has a crafting area in her apt#ik the power of doing art projects to cure boredom & forget reality#amazingphil#dnp#phan#< for the metrics#dan and phil
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I think that Sunnydale can largely thank Anya for not having a lot more incidents of chaotic inexperienced magic users (e.g. the Trio) causing mayhem. Why? Well, when Giles sold Glory 2 items that could be used for a dangerous spell, she called him out, basically asking why he would sell anyone such a dangerous combo. This indicates that Anya is at least generally aware of what shouldn't be sold to customers or what to watch out for, and implies she wouldn't have sold Glory the items. Furthermore, when the gang is under the Tabula Rasa spell, we saw that an amnesiac version of Anya was able to perform potentially dangerous spells using only a single spell book, including conjuring rabbits and a sentient skeleton (that Giles sword fights with). This indicates it would be entirely possible for people with no idea what they're doing to perform irresponsible magic fairly easily.
Basically, Anya prevented a large amount of even more crazy whacky things from happening in Sunnydale
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kiss all your tears away
alternatively: we haven’t talked in almost 4 days
(next)
in which she and logan don't walk into the paddocks together for the first time all season and sends everyone speculating about the status of their relationship friendship
(series masterlist)
she hikes her bag up her shoulder, pushing the sunglasses up her nose. she taps her card against the reader before she can step into the paddocks.
when she'd woken up this morning, she laid in bed with two packs of ice over her eyes to try and reduce the swelling of her eye area. when she’s gotten up to look at herself in the mirror, it did depuff but didn’t entirely erase the evidence of all the crying she did.
she dropped george a text message early this morning, asking if it was okay to be wearing sunglasses everywhere on the paddocks without looking like a complete fool — it’s just a rehearsal, after all.
george simply assumed she’s hungover or something of the sort, so he didn’t ask questions. he just told her he does it all the time.
so, here she is walking into the paddocks by herself. with her stupid bag on her stupid shoulder and a pair of sunglasses over her eyes to hide away from everyone.
oscar, who comes in right after her, almost walks right past her before he realised who she is. he just almost barely recognises her entering the paddocks with a bag on her shoulder and logan next to her.
oscar taps her on the shoulder gently, flashing her a bright smile. “alone today?”
“yeah,” she answers simply, a smile of gratitude stretching her lips when oscar slows his pace down to walk with her.
“oh,” oscar nods to himself. while he’s been slightly out of touch with her out of respect of their relationship, he still did grow up with her. he still knows her telltales when she’s got a problem. “fought?”
“yeah.”
“that bad?”
“pretty bad.”
“i won’t ask about it. but are you okay?”
“i guess.”
“i’m sure it’ll be okay.”
“hopefully.”
“let me carry your stuff,” oscar mutters, circling around her to her other side. he doesn’t wait for an answer — he just slides her backpack off her shoulder and throws it over his shoulder on top of his bag.
she opens her mouth to protest, but oscar is quick to shut her down. “i used to do it before logan. don’t act like it’s so new to you,” oscar laughs, shaking his head. “and it’s weird seeing you with a bag in the paddocks.”
“that’s true. i haven’t walked into the paddocks with my bag on my shoulder since i joined you guys in f2,” she grins shyly.
“let’s put your stuff down then come and hang at mclaren? lily’s just got a taxi to arrive from the airport.”
“oh, she’s here this weekend? she didn’t tell me that…”
“she was going to surprise you after the rehearsal,” oscar giggles. “so, what do you say?”
“okay, but only if lando makes me a cup of coffee.”
george tilts his head at the empty seat alex has left in the corner. “move to the corner, we’re going to hog the space and be shat on for acting like boyfriends.”
“logan’s sitting with us tonight,” alex answers simply with a shrug. “can’t fully commit to being your boyfriend tonight, mate, i’m sorry.”
“oh, how come?” george asks, furrowing his eyebrows. typically, logan would sit in the middle rows with his girlfriend. “doesn’t he usually sit with (y/n) or oscar?”
alex shrugs, bottom lip pouted out. “think they had a friendly squabble a couple days ago. he’s been weird since he arrived in vegas the other day.”
george surprisingly held on to the unspoken agreement he has with them. he hasn’t told a soul about seeing her in the gap between his door that one time. nor has told alex about it.
but he does talk to lando, which wasn’t a great conversation to start when he came up to him with a 50 pound bill in his hand. they danced around the information of knowing something particularly specific, and lando eventually blurted excitedly that he saw them on a date a few days back.
so maybe they fought. or worse, have they broken up?
logan arrives literally a second after the worst thought passes his mind. he takes the empty seat next to alex, greeting george with a small smile before leaning in to start a conversation.
he watches the door, curious at what’s exactly going on. he completely tunes out from the conversation, feigning intelligent answers and short reponses. his eyes dart over to the door whenever it’s pulled open, and sighing when it’s not the driver he expects.
he looks down at his watch. there’s about 10 minutes before the briefing starts for them. and, vegas is a race that had them come in a couple days prior to be briefed and conduct a short rehearsal for the opening ceremony.
luckily, there’s not much media around today, which would make tiptoeing around this issue a whole lot easier.
when the door is pulled open again, george lifts his head quickly, as he’s genuinely quite invested now. he raises an eyebrow and is taken aback by the girl holding the door open with a pair of sunglasses resting on her nose.
he’s absolutely forgotten the fact that she had texted him this morning about this issue.
she takes a step forward, but then takes two back. instead of walking in, she stays back outside the room with the door in her hand. pierre and charles walk in, thanking her softly before returning to their conversation.
there’s a momentary pause as she looks inside, where they’re seated, before she looks at somebody who’s in the hallway with her. oscar appears, motioning for her to walk in, but she shakes her head and simply points inwards to the room.
alex has chosen to settle for the wrong seats today, obviously. having logan sit right next to the door might be a bit more detrimental than he thought. but what would alex know? he doesn’t even know of their relationship.
oscar tries to fight with her, but she simply purses her lips. the australian slumps his shoulder before sharply turning on his heel and just walking into the room, followed by a distressed looking lando.
lando looks around, catching george’s curious eyes, so the man in orange simply shrugs tiredly at him.
she beckons for someone else in the hallway to walk in, but it seems that it’s a losing fight by the way that she’s continually waving her hands in the air to persuade them.
sighing, she just visibly sighs and winds her hand back to act out a punch. she drops her hands before finally turning around to take a step forward again.
if there’s any way that she announces her arrival, it’s typically by the scent of her strong perfume. her floral scent fills his nose, and it’s obvious that logan finally takes notice of her arrival.
because logan turns around, eyes trained on her as she walks in with an orange paper cup in her hand. what’s made everything stranger is that she simply walks ahead: she doesn’t spare logan another look as she walks down the side aisle to join max, oscar and lando who unfortunately only landed the front row seats.
george watches logan’s eyebrows furrow and press his lips together. logan shifts in his seat uncomfortably before turning back to continue their conversation.
“did you catch that, mate?” alex asks, nudging george’s arm with his elbow.
“what?” george tears his eyes away from the girl in front to look at the two men next to him. “sorry, i didn’t catch what you were saying.”
“right, so basically…”
she looks up at the giant yellow circle in front of her. she momentarily lifts her sunglasses to gawk at the ever changing expressions of the emoji face being projected.
“that’s so adorable!” she points out, reaching out to roughly pat max’s shoulder to get his attention. “look, it’s looking at us!”
“hey, your hands are not as light as you think!” max scolds, his arm darting out to catch her wrist in his hands. “you’ve got to make up with logan.”
she pouts, retracting her hand roughly from the older man’s grip. she drops her sunglasses back down to her nose and folds her arms over her chest. “what do you mean? you don’t like hanging out with me?”
“i do. trust me, i have the time of my life annoying the shit out of you,” max laughs dryly down at her. “but you are all over my hater hours. gawk at this… thing,” he points at the sphere, “with your boyfriend.”
“no,” she scoffs, simply shaking her head. she huffs and tries to walk past him. “forget it — i’ll just go and find yuki and hang out with him. he doesn’t try and push me away when i try.”
max sighs, rolling his eyes. he grabs her elbow and drags her back to him. he puts her in front of him, hands on her shoulders.
max reaches out and takes off the sunglasses, clipping it to the collar of his shirt. “you’ve got to talk this whole fight out with logan. stop ignoring him.”
“i’m not ignoring him. he’s ignoring me,” she insists, throwing a hand into the air.
“no, he’s not!” max cries, pinching the bridge of his nose. honestly, he didn’t want to enjoy this race in vegas. in fact, all he’s done leading up to this grand prix has been openly hate on the thought of even being here.
he didn’t factor in that he’d have to suddenly play the part of being an older brother and a therapist to the girl standing in front of him.
he has grown to be fond of her, yes, but he very much preferred not being put in the middle of all this.
“what?”
“yeah! he was literally boring holes into you when you walked into the rehearsal briefing earlier,” max points out. “and then he only left the room after you left; after you just walked right past him again without a flinch!”
“okay, listen! if you had the fight that we had, you wouldn’t make up so easily either, okay?” she rambles, hands on her hips in frustration. her puffy eyes are finally nowhere in sight. “you don’t even know what we fought about.”
“fine, then enlighten me.”
“we fought about this,” she circles her hands around them, motioning to the track setup around them. “about all of this! formula 1! it’s caught up to us!”
max furrows his eyebrows. “what do you mean?”
“i mean like i literally had the sebastian vettel vouching for me to get a seat this season,” she sighs, shaking her head as she recalls the fight they had before flying to vegas. “i mean like i’ve been in the points consistently since i crashed in baku and he’s struggling to even be on par with alex!
“how is that my fault, max? it’s not my fault!”
“you’re right: it’s not.”
“why does it feel like it is? i hate that this is happening to him, of all people! but how is it my fault that i’m delivering and meeting everyone’s expectations of me entering the sport?”
tears rush into her eyes. she presses the bottom of her palms into her eyes as her voice cracks, shaking her head hopelessly. “like, it’s not my fault we’re performing differently. i’m literally driving for my reputation and seat — i’m on probation with my team just as much as he is.”
max suddenly regrets poking her button. from what oscar tells him, they’re not typically the couple to have very big fights. it seems that he has misread the severity of the situation.
“oh, (y/n),” max frowns, stepping forward to wrap his arms around her. he puts his hand on the back of her head, gently letting her nuzzle his face into his arm. “i’m sorry. i didn’t know.”
“it just gets increasingly difficult to comfort him weekend after weekend. i’m at a high, and he’s just-“
“i’m sure it’s not easy for him either,” max cooes, swaying side to side in an attempt to comfort her. “i am sure that it is not his intention to… make you ‘feel bad’ of what you’ve achieved thus far.”
“it’s just so hard,” she cries harder into his chest. “i want to be there for him, really. but it’s hard! it’s hard when my team is out celebrating after every race because of my points finish and he’s down with what’s happened with his race.”
max looks up at the sound of footsteps against the gravel, catching lando and george trying to make their way towards them.
he holds up a thumbs up to them, nodding gently enough for her not to feel it, to send them the other way. it’s bad enough she’s crying at the f1 track four days before a race with majority of the teams still in the paddocks.
he turns his head to the side, by the grandstands, catching oscar and sebastian’s stare of concern. he simply flashes them a smile and a reassuring nod. in return, he gets a firm nod from the race engineer and a thankful smile from the young driver.
from what he knows, she hasn’t told anyone about this issue. perhaps that’s why she’s stuck to him all evening?
“i don’t think we’ll get past this, max. that’s the worst part,” she sobs, pulling away to rub her eyes. she heaves as tears flow out of her eyes, lips quivering and voice cracking with every word she speaks. “how can we even? i don’t know what to do.”
max frowns. he pushes her head into his chest again, this time, resting his chin on the top of hers. he doesn’t exactly know what to say.
their situation is so unique, that even he — with as much trauma as he carries around — does not know anything he can say that would make her feel better. so, he just rubs circles on her back as he sways.
“i’m sorry this happened to you,” he sighs, readjusting to now press his cheek on the top of her head. “i really don’t know what to say. there wouldn’t be any words i can string together to make you feel better about this.”
from the distance, he can see alex walking out of the pitlane. the bright blue shirt didn’t really make him hard to spot in the first place.
alex is the least of his problems. because behind alex is logan trailing behind him quietly, completely taken a step away from the conversation alex holds with some of their team members.
“do you want to go somewhere more private? teams are coming out to scout the track, i think,” max whispers, moving his head to look at her face. “let’s go?”
“okay. it’s kinda weird i’m crying here anyway,” she manages to mutter a joke. “my sunglasses.”
max almost wants to laugh when she cries even harder, reaching out for the sunglasses he’s confiscated from her a while ago. she removes it from his shirt, then replaces it on her face.
while she had paraded about with her chin in the air all evening, now she walks with her head down. her hair is out of the braids that blythe had styled her with, now falling to her cheeks to hide her away from everyone else.
if max could have continued walking the other way to simply avoid the williams racing team, he would. but if he did that, they’d have made a complete round of the track on foot. which doesn’t seem like a good idea at all with her state.
max slings a protective arm around her shoulders, walking around her body to hold her away from the prying eyes of those that walk past them.
as they slowly approach the team in blue, alex grows mildly concerned at the weirdly silent girl. “is sh- oh, okay.” alex nods understandingly, holding a hand up to wave max for an apology. all because she’s heaving silently in her sob in max’s arm that immediately told alex to not intervene. “sorry.”
and max just knows they’d eventually find a way out of this fight they’re in. because he turns around to gauge logan’s expression: he’s stopped dead on the tracks with a lingering stare on the crying girl.
max just gives him a small smile, to which logan forces a grin before turning away to catch up with alex who calls out for him.
surely, there’s a way around this. right?
#whew#writing a long piece like this for logan and femdriver#was NOT on my todo list today#it just came to me#logan sargeant#logan sargeant x reader#logan sargeant x you#female driver#fem!driver#f1 female driver#f1 x you#f1#disneyprincemuke#disneyprincemuke imagine#disneyprincemuke imagines#disneyprincemuke f1#disneyprincemuke ial#disneyprincemuke vr
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fabian: hey man, sorry I dropped the ball on this.
jawbone: aw, fabian, it's okay, we all fall behind sometimes with the tasks we gotta do-
fabian: what? oh, no. I dropped the ball on this.
*gestures to a glass side table that is now shattered. riz walks in with glass sticking out of his side*
riz: he dropped me on this.
#is this funny i dont know#it just came to me#fabian aramais seacaster#riz gukgak#dimension 20#the bad kids#fantasy high
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undersiders drip
Taylor: either wearing the most boring, bland clothes you can imagine or the most elegant dresses, no in-between. trends towards the former 9 times out of 10
Lisa: actively competing for drippest, with styles that are in this strange area between preppy and indie but somehow look great-except in the morning. in the morning you're lucky to see her wearing more then an oversized shirt and some pjs.
Brian: a good mix of practicality and style. leather jackets with slacks and a touch of goth here and there. wondering how many times he can wear band tshirts and get away with it before Aisha notices.
Rachel: almost exclusively jeans, tanktops and jackets. tried a long-sleeved shirt once and it ripped from her biceps.
Aisha: practically the icon for emo punk girls everywhere. she does not own a single pair of pants that haven't been strategically ripped, and if an accessory doesn't have spikes, she's not wearing it.
Alec: Dresses almost exclusively to piss people off by mismatching different kinds of clothing and aesthetics. occasionally will come out with a stunningly good outfit just to keep everyone else on their toes
Sabah: competing with Lisa for drippest. has a closet full of pre-organized outfits for the week. lots of layers, specific color palettes. academia aesthetics.
Lily: midway point between Brian and Rachel. sticks to leather jackets, jeans and boots for the most part, but if Sabah asks nicely will occasionally wear a suit.
#worm#wormblr#parahumans#undersiders#taylor hebert#lisa wilbourn#brian laborn#aisha laborn#alec vasil#rachel lindt#Sabha#Lily#“tsk what the fuck is this” idk man#it just came to me#definitely in an au of some kind#i don't think any of the undersiders actually give a shit beyond maybe lisa and brian what they wear in their civvies#fun to think about them getting to be kids for once thou
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Everyone Else With Their Favorite RTC Character: Oh yeah, I like them. I just want them to be happy!
People who Like Ocean, projecting All of Their Problems onto Her:
#ocean o'connell rosenberg#ocean rtc#rtc#ride the cyclone#it just came to me#like I was sitting in my english class and then suddenly it just hit me#I personally think I’m funny#Tho I’m not complaining#Ocean Angst go Brrrr
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bruce: jason, you need to stop killing
tim: but then how will he have easy access to brains
dick: what
tim: if jason stops killing then how will he get brains
dick: why does he need brains????
tim: …. because he’s a zombie?
bruce: tim do you think that jason consumes brain because he came back to life
tim: i don’t think it, i know it. right jay?
jason: oh yeah, absolutely
#i don’t know what this is#or why i thought of it#it just came to me#like a vision#jason todd#tim drake#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason is a zombie tho#incorrect batfamily quotes
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HELP WHY DID I STOP WHAT I WAS DOING TO MAKE THIS?!?!?!
#noel gruber#ride the cyclone#rtc#meme#nobody who follows me likes rtc but i'm still posting it here#mainly posting so i can find this 5 years from now and hate myself for making it#it just came to me#i wish it didn't#someone please find this as stupidly funny as i do
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Cas knows all the burdens Dean has to carry on his shoulders during his daily life. He sees that weight getting heavier and heavier and there is nothing he can do about it.
Sure, he tries to help. Sometimes he adds to that weight without wanting to, but he does the best he can to relieve Dean. That's why he accepted Crowley's deal to fight against Raphael. That's why he wanted to stay in Purgatory because he deserved it after he put this heavy weight that was his mistakes on Dean's shoulders. That's why he stole this grace and became an angel again, so that HE could solve the falling angels' issue, not Dean. That's why he tried to find Kelly Kline without Dean. That's why he never told Dean about the deal with the Empty.
That's why he never told Dean he loved him until it was the last option in order to save him from Billie. Because he wouldn't want to add his feelings for him to all the burdens he has to carry all the time on his shoulders.
He never wanted his love to be a weight on Dean.
#destiel#deancas#castiel#dean winchester#i'm in my feels#I wrote this while being at work#It just came to me#I felt excessively sad for one little remark a colleague told me#and this was the result#I guess#sometimes I don't even understand my own brain#I'm sorry for sharing this little thought#it's a bit sad#because it means cas would have never told dean he loved him if he didn't have to#my random thoughts about destiel
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I do wish people would have more fun speculating on how Alucards relationship to the rest of the group will play out in season 2.
Like, yes, Maria and Alucard were a thang in the games, but I'm not sure that's going to necessarily follow into the Netflix adaptation. Not because of the pearl clutchy discourse but more because the creative team behind the first series made it clear they weren't doing a beat for beat adaptation and had every intention of doing their own thing with the characters. Plus, thematically speaking, it wouldn't shock me if Alucard and her wind up developing a father-daughter relationship given how Alucard was left off in the first series.
I mean, it is kind of interesting how Alucard comes swinging into the story immediately after Maria has more or less lost both her parents in ways that are way worse than death. (I mean her mom loses her humanity and her dad flagrantly rejected her offer to become a real family in favor of his cause; which is actually way worse than if they were both just dead) And at the end of the first series, Greta makes a point of saying that many of the villages orphaned children were freely calling Alucard 'father' so he's clearly established as a guy who has filled a father figure role in the past.
Plus, Alucard is kind of a fun contrast to the Abbot. I mean, the Abbot is an extremely religious conservative whose conversations with Maria in regards to their idealogical differences are heavily tinged with moralizing and tend to patronize her as a confused little girl. Meanwhile, assuming we keep certain aspects of his character from the first series, Alucard is a half-vampire who leans pretty heavily into science and may prescribe more to a lot of the ideas of the enlightenment movement that helped inspire the French Revolution in the first place. Thing is, I don't see him really agreeing with Maria either, but unlike the Abbot, he'd likely approach the discussion way differently and treat her conviction as something with a real moral core to it. However, I can see Alucard still challenging Maria to think more deeply about her own ideas and what it is she actually wants to achieve.
Like, imagine Maria challenging Alucard to take a hand in something like the revolution. Maybe even asking in a sorta accusatory way as though his refusal to take part is a mark against his character/trustworthiness. Alucard, in turn, asking her if she really wants yet another vampire screwing around in human affairs and potentially manipulating people to their own ends. She might try to argue its for a more righteous cause, but Alucard would be pretty quick to point out that both her father and the vampire think their cause is righteous too. And so on.
I just think, thematically, there is a lot of potential there for Alucard to act as a more sincere father figure to Maria with the added benefit that the two living together afterwards would still feel organic and natural as a result. Thereby getting the same net benefit of Maria encouraging Alucard to interact more with the world, just through a different relationship.
Of course, I mention the father-daughter aspect just because there's a pretty clear theming running through season 1 in regards to parentage and how that can influence/define ones outlook and ideals. (And also a ton of parent related trauma. LIke tooooons of it). The same themeing could be continued given Alucards history with his own dad even if he doesnt play a paternal or romantic role with maria.
Alucard could just as easily be a kindred spirit that Maria just comes to really be fond of. Her bitchy bisexual bishounen bestie, if you will.
#castlevania#casltevania alucard#castlevania nocturne#castlevania maria#alucard tepes#maria renard#i still think the idea of Maria learning Alucards real name is a fun one#I shoudl coin the term 'bitcy bisexual bishounen bestie'#it just came to me#but its soooo descriptive#and lets be frank#alucard was TOTALLY Syphas bitchy bisexual bishounen bestie
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GUYS HEAR ME OUT
Hot guy, but multi coloured curly hair
#my art#art#fanart#proxi notice#hermitcraft#hermitcraft 9#hermitcraft fanart#goodtimeswithscar#goodtimeswithscar fanart#it just came to me#broke my art block#i think its not too bad#im just AAAAAA#i need to lie down
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Jake is an almond. Josh is a cashew.
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If it were to ever come to it and you/your oc/reader or whoever you have in mind ask Thorfinn what his deal is, he'd unironically grab his arm in pain, hiss and look away with a frown.
"Thanks to you, I am saddled with unneccesary...feelings".
Miles Edgeworth-style
#vinland saga#thorfinn karlsefni#thorfinn#thorfinn x reader#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#it just came to me#holy shit#hed say that#at the very end of the climax#“unneccesary feelings”#my man#please
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why is he
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#sephiroth#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy vii#he's#he's doing the thing#the face#i'm a genius#really#sephiroth when glenn says something abt him#this was so random sorry#it just came to me
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when im browsing for my favorite musical theater content and a bunch of camgirls have tagged their sketchy links with "sweeney todd"
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