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lukreva · 9 months
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FFXVI
Midadol Telamon and Moogle ✨
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I also like My inner demons :)
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flourish-of-steel · 9 months
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Language of love and friendship
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heavenlyhischier · 2 months
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he’s committed a crime😪
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junie-junette · 2 months
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I'm sure than Cid was sold to Mid second 1 when he found her. I mean, you can feel how much the girl was loved in the game !
I would have loved the see more of dad Cid in game ! The letter and the little doll in his room already killed me ! Cid be like :
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there's no such thing as a midwife. no wife is mid; they're all exceptionally beautiful queens.
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1000-life-hacks · 7 months
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We have a newsletter! Get LIFE HACKS sent right to your inbox for free -> https://1000lifehacks.com
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germanpostwarmodern · 11 months
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Tyler House (1953) in Los Angeles, CA, USA, by John Lautner. Photo by Julius Shulman.
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rewh0re · 10 months
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━PROMISES ARE BUT FUTILE WORDS ; MIKAGE REO
- angst, 1.1k, yelling and cursing, crying, fed up reader, crying reo (sorry!), Give it a read maybe and I'll give you a cookie! Reblogs + feedbacks are highly appreciated!!
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It was a highly extravagant restaurant with bright blinding lights and fancy customers murmuring amongst themselves. The sound of cutlery hitting the plates as people enjoyed their meal became more and more evident as time passed by.
You could see her. Your waitress. She was trying her hardest to subtly look at you after every 2 seconds, maybe waiting to approach you again. You took a sip of your water as you sighed and rubbed your neck, fidgeting with the beautiful pearl necklace that you wore. The one saved only for special occasions. You looked down at your phone for what seemed like the millionth time in an hour. Maybe they weren't really even looking at you necessarily but all you felt were pairs of eyes burning holes into your frame as you kept checking for at least one text. It never came.
"Miss?" Your waitress finally came up to you, a sheepish look on her face. You gave her a small understanding smile.
"Miss I am really sorry but you might have to give up this table. You have not ordered anything in an hour and the other customers are patiently waiting outside. So if you could please order something?" She gave you a smile that screamed the amount of pity she held for you.
"Uh no I'm fine, I'll be leaving. So sorry for keeping up the line," you blinked twice as you tried to keep the little tears at bay. You got up from your chair, smiled at her one last time and quickly walked out of the very expensive, very beautiful restaurant. You saved up for this.
You checked your phone one last time. No text or call from Reo.
"Fuck that jerk. Fucking shithead," you muttered more to yourself. You wiped the few stray tears that slipped and headed straight towards home.
All you wanted at this very moment was to change out of the clothes you were wearing and maybe just try to sleep. You couldn't sleep without Reo, but you have to today.
You opened the front door, ready to freshen up as soon as possible but you froze on the doorway.
There he was, sitting on the sofa, your cat on his lap as he was watching some football match you honestly didn't care about at the moment. You were angry, seething, all you felt was rage because what the fuck was Mikage Reo doing at home just chilling when you humiliated yourself at a restaurant where he was supposed to be on a date with you?
"Oh hey honey! You're back!" He gave you his million dollar smile and normally that would make your insides flutter but you clenched your jaw as you constricted yourself from screaming at him. Not so soon.
"What do you mean by that? What are you doing at home?" You asked in a flat voice.
"Oh well, practice ended early so I went over to Nagi's and we played some games. Then I came home and thought that we'd cuddle but you weren't here," he smiled at you from the sofa, softly petting your cat. "But you were not here. I assumed you went out with your friends so I didn't bother you by calling and all. Hey? Are you feeling okay"
You saw his face morph into one of concern and he probably saw yours covered in pure vexation.
"Am I okay? Am I okay?! REO! do you really not remember what today was supposed to be," you paced towards him, your footsteps quick and voice rising, slowly but surely.
Reo's eyes widened in horror as the realization finally dawned upon him. It was your 1 year anniversary. You both had decided on a date night at the restaurant for which he knew you saved up. You had mentioned this being extremely special for you.
"Shit," reo hissed as he shut his eyes, opening them to see tears almost streaming out of your own.
"Shit indeed," you turned to go towards your bedroom but he was quick to hold your wrist.
"Listen. Y/n. I am so sorry it completely slipped my mind. I-"
You laughed at his pointless explanation, "of course it slipped your mind Reo. It always fucking does! Last time, I asked you to hang out at my place and you forgot. Before that I asked you if you could check out the cafe near my office and guess what? You couldn't make it. Everytime I try to do something special for us, you ruin it by blowing up on me. So don't give me that bullshit that it slipped your mind because if you wanted to come with me in the first place, that wouldn't have happened."
You snatched your wrist away from him. You were panting from all the yelling you did and it was so evident that you were trying your hardest not to break down then and there. Reo had understood that his relationship was hanging on by a thread at this point and he was unable to do anything to save it.
"Baby listen. I'm sorry I've done this to you. I love you. I do, really and I can try to come up with an explanation as to why I stood you up but there won't be any. So I won't try. All I can say right now is that I'm sorry and I promise y/n. I promise that next time, I will not repeat this mistake. Won't you give me another chance?" By now even Reo was trying his hardest to keep his tears at bay. His lips quivered and voice broke with every sentence that he spoke but he stood his ground. He realized he might lose you very soon. Very very soon. But he would beat himself up over it if he at least didn't try to keep you with him.
You scoffed at his words, meaningless as they were to you, "Promise? Ha! Your promises have proved to be useless time and time again Reo. Your promises are nothing but a string of futile words attached by some lanky thread that grows more precarious every passing second. I cannot trust your words anymore."
You looked away to hide your tears. He tried to gently hold your face, look into your eyes but the way you smacked his hand away revealed how this relationship had already broken.
"This was my last straw Reo. I want you out of my house by morning," his eyes widened in pain and tears kept flowing but he knew you wouldn't change your mind. He knew you. Once you made a decision, you stuck to it, not being easily swayed.
"If that is what you want, what you truly, really want, then I will respect your decision y/n. But I need you to know that you look gorgeous today and everyday and I will love you. Always. You gave me the world and if you ever want to try again or if you ever find it in yourself to forgive me, I will be just one call away." He kissed your forehead, a kiss that lingered longer than expected because this was the last.
Reo was gone the next morning when you woke up.
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Tempted to write Lady Bish very ‘men writing women’
Just ‘her breasts breasted breastily as she walked breast-first into the breast room’
But only Lady Bish. No one else.
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stupjam · 5 months
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bluefin depot if it was in splatoon 3
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flourish-of-steel · 9 months
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Mid doing her thing
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moment-live · 10 months
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Mid? She's anything but
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I think a lot of people overlook the importance of showing up to a haunted house dressed in clothes that you’d be comfortable getting murdered in. Everybody knows that the clothes you get murdered in are the clothes you’re going to wear forever. Do you really want to be the ghost who’s in a windbreaker suit?
-Joe Hardy, Midnight in Salem
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