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cosmicbash · 1 month
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so now that I've had time to process this.
I really have one question
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how far down do we think it goes 🤔 👀
I don't think Kells would shy away from tatting his dick. and it would be kinda hot
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mildlysedat3d · 1 month
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lalunanymph · 1 year
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rin stans this yo man???? 🤨
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evolving-geminii · 9 months
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I don't ever wanna fall when I'm this high ...
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babiedeer · 2 years
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kondensaduhhh · 1 year
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i love how motley crue fans keep shitting on mgk like lmao, bro, if you think mgk talking about how hot teen girls are, said racist stereotypes, is bad, wait until you hear abt all the shit motley crue actually did, like beat their wife, and said the n word, actually having sex with minors (bc lets be fuckin real here, they totally fuckin did), and so many more :]]
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glory-of-pennies · 1 year
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Me, at a stop light, looking over and thinking to myself: "wow, is that machine gun Kelly'?", as one does.
What comes out of my mouth: "omg, is that jc penney?"
When I tell you my sister just stared at me until the light turned green
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elliebartlets · 1 year
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I’m ok with this
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bunny-heels · 2 years
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reblogger on that post (https://bunny-heels.tumblr.com/post/681812893601251328/laurierrose-hong-kong-a-woman-from-eastern) is a terf bestie
got it.
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thepaperqueendom · 1 month
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I don't like Don't Let Me Go very much, and it goes to show again that I'm nostalgia incorporated. I possess the unique talent of being nostalgic for things that were 20 years ago and things that were 4 months ago and probably for things that will be. Great.
But that's beside the point here, because what I actually want to say is: I still relate to Kells. Because he keeps repeating himself. Because he's not over shit. Because we're all shaped by our past trauma forever, no matter if others find it ridiculous, and the carousel never stops as you age. THE FUCKING CAROUSEL NEVER FUCKING STOPS.
There's no road that you cross, no corner you turn at a certain age and end up Perfectly Fine (TM).
And that's what music has always been to me: finding people that seem to know the carousel. Those who have been holding on to the same fucking ride. Because I imagine those are the people that wouldn't judge me for not having it together even now. For not getting over things. For always being defined by what was. And it's an honor sharing this ride with them.
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mildlysedat3d · 1 month
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catboyrome · 9 months
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i rly do wanna relisten to feel but the thought of having to hear mgk’s verse again makes me angry every time and then i dont do it
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jordanshenessy · 2 years
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Couples that fight break up make up rinse repeat are like “it’s fun”
Yeah…. dysfunctional
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apieceofheart · 2 years
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readychilledwine · 7 months
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Requiem for a Dream
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Part one - Home
After 50 years without his mate, Rhysand is finally free and Home.
Warnings - Rhysand's SA trauma is alluded to, depression is alluded to, terrible self care is seen from Rhiannon the OC. Oh, and as always unedited 💜
A/n - this ended up being a 4 part thing, and they are all scheduled to be posted 2 days apart (because I don't want to make you all wait when I am PROUD of the final smut scene) Each jumps is month into Rhysand being home. Each part gets spicier with time. Each part was also written with different songs involved and in mind. "Home" by MGK, Bebe Rexha, and X Ambassadors was trapped in my mind during this part
Part Two Part Three Part Four
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Rhys collapsed on the floor of the House of Wind. He was panting before finally breaking down. His arms wrapped around his torso as sobs tore through him. "Rhys?!" The sound of heels slapping against the floor came before arms were around him. "You're home."
He found himself clinging to Mor, head buried into her neck. "Mor, what happened?" A deep voice came into the room followed by heavy foot steps. "Rhys? Az!" Mor pulled away, allowing Cassian to fall before Rhys and pull him into another tight hug. "Let's get you inside, brother."
Rhys allowed him to support him and move him into the living room. Shadows had begun to scurry, moving with a purpose as Azriel appeared in the room and then froze. He walked to Rhys as if he was seeing a ghost, his scarred hands holding his face before his own tears began to fall and they embraced.
"Why are we all gathered in the living room? Food is that-" Amren stopped mid sentence, dropping the flute of blood she was holding. Azriel released Rhysand, backing away to be held by Cassian as the ancient being approached. "Do not ever scare us like that again, boy."
Rhys couldn't help but to laugh and nod before feeling shocked as Amren buried her face into his chest and held him. The Inner Circle stood in silence and tears. Before the question Rhys had since landing finally came out of his mouth. His voice was broken, confidence leaving his body as he asked, "Where is my wife?"
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Rhiannon was hunched over a desk. She was reading through countless reports that had suddenly shown up once the barrier broke.
She refused to go to dinner, choosing to instead distract herself with work. The House had tried pulling her chair from under her, a shadow had tried dragging her out of his office, and the faelights had flickered indicating to her someone had entered her home, but Rhiannon didn't move.
She'd rather work herself to death or starve than get her hopes up that her mate was finally home. She'd rather be burned on an Autumn Court Pyre than allow her heart to break any further than it had.
50 years. 50 long years without Rhysand. Without hearing his laugh. Without the smell of citrus and salt. Without feeling his hands on her body, his lips on hers. 50 years without hearing the sound of his voice. She was broken. Broken from the nightmares he unknowingly sent down the bond. Broken from his last words to her being a command to stay in the House of Wind. Broken from feeling the bond they had never closed grow colder than ice.
Another shadow came, Weaving into her hair to let her know her true brother, Azriel, was thinking of her. That he wanted her to come downstairs and eat. "Tell your master I will eat later. I'm busy reading 50 years of reports from Illyria."
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Azriel sighed deeply, looking at Cassian and shaking his head. "She's going to work herself to death." Cassian whispered as they watched Rhys stare at her chair. "He needs her."
Azriel stood. "I will be right back." Rhysand shook his head, standing next.
"You stay. I'll go." He took his whiskey with him, moving out of the room. "I'll be back soon. I'll just pull rank on her."
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Rhiannon sighed in annoyance as the door opened. "I told you I'd eat later, Az. Fuck off." Rhys watched her. Her long dark brown hair was falling in waves to her hips. Her hazel eyes were reading through paper after paper, marking things she had questions over before moving to the next.
She was wearing a beautiful black dress that dipped low in the front, allowing him a view of her tan skin, of her full breasts, her toned stomach. She was thinner than when he had left, causing his heart to ache. He sat across from her, slightly shocked when she didn't look up. He wanted to pull her into his lap, to hold her, to cry into her shoulder. But he would wait. Wait until they had spoken about the choices he made.
"Just say what you want to say and leave, Azriel. I'm genuinely not in the mood."
He chose then to open the bond. It flooded both of them, causing Rhiannon to drop the paper she was holding. "There's 50 years of things I'd like to say to you, wife." He took a sip of his whiskey as she was taking uneven breaths to try to regain stability from the emotions taking over her own. "I'd prefer to eat first though, and then we could speak later tonight at the River House. Away from everyone else." She gave him no reaction. Shock was sitting in the middle of their bond, blocking him from her feelings, her mind, her needs.
"Please come eat with us. I-" His eyes squeezed shut as her emotions began to hit him. Her longing, her love, her needs, her stresses. "I need us all to eat together. I need family dinner. The papers can wait. They've waited 50 years, darling."
Rhiannon stood, moving to be directly in front of her husband as he stood. She had not spoken. Hands shaking as she lifted them to touch his face before stopping. He realized slowly that she already knew. She knew what had happened to him. What he had done. "You were actually there in those dreams, weren't you?" His voice was broken as he tried to step away from her before her hands shot to his wrists. "Rhi-"
"Please don't pull away from me. I won't touch you without your permission. I'll do whatever you need. Just please don't do what I can feel you thinking about."
Rhys nodded. His own hands trembling as he laced their fingers together and took a deep breath. "It might be awhile, Rhiannon."
She shook her head rapidly. "I don't care. It doesn't matter as long as you are here. I'd wait forever for you." The sentence was all it took for him to pull her into his arms, releasing a sob of relief as she whispered how much she loved and adored him.
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