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St Joseph of Cupertino, please intercede for me and for all university students taking exams in the coming weeks.
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goodpvppy · 3 months
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let me rub myself hazy on your thigh as you work and pretend like im not there except petting my hair from time to time… i want to rut against you and feel your resolve crumble until you just have to pay attention to me and ruin me
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equestriagirl16 · 4 months
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YALL IM-
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IM LIGHTHEADED IM LIGHTHEADED IM LIGHTHEADED-
Btw his song from my playlist is Defying Gravity by Matt Copley I don’t make the rules💖
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contact-guy · 6 months
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“It was worth a wound–it was worth many wounds–”
- Sherlock Holmes, the Adventure of the Three Garridebs
Full text and individual pages under cut:
In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.
“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!”
It was worth a wound–it was worth many wounds–to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.
“It’s nothing, Holmes. It’s a mere scratch.”
He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.
“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?”
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trashgrl666 · 11 months
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shepscapades · 9 months
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What if. What if I said I was thinking about them again
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cupcakeinat0r · 4 months
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<3 Girl who’s horny 24/7 but only wants to have sex with fictional ppl <3
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GOOOOOOD MORNING I HAD TO PAINT THIS IMMEDIATELY
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sugarcoated-lame · 3 months
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much to think about…
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ohno-the-sun · 7 months
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Updated Luca au references for my fic Under the Surface to celebrate Moon finally showing up yippee!
Wanted a more realistic depiction of what they looked like
Inspiration of the design from @chknbzkt
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camillarekt · 2 months
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every time I see “life is too short and love is too long” I think of that neruda quote “loving is so short and forgetting is so long” and that makes me think of gideon and harrow and also the lyctors and their ten thousand years without their cavaliers and then I want to eat glass. anyway how is everyone else doing?
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mediumgayitalian · 2 months
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“Thought you might like this.”
Nico turns the thin plastic casing over in his hands. It catches the limited light from the one open window, refracting a burst of rainbow across the shadowy ceiling.
“What…is it?”
“Mixtape.” Will rocks back on his heels, hands swinging slightly at his sides. He hums idly, flicking his gaze across the room faster than Nico can track. Distracted. “Songs ‘n stuff.”
Contrary to popular belief, Nico knows what a mixtape is. CDs as well, for that matter. In fact he distinctly remembers when they came out — the transition from cassette to CD was a triumphant one. Way easier for him to save his game processes and transfer to new machines as they came. (He wonders, idly, what happened to his stack of CDs left at the Lotus. Are they still there, standing alone in his half of the room? Next to his dresser, across from Bianca’s coin and token collection? Is there enough dust in that standstill place to cover the entire living space in a thick blanket of forgotten memory?)
“I can see that, Solace. I meant — why.”
“Because!” Solace gestures grandly, hands fluttering in some particular way that means nothing, really; just accentuates his wide grin, his twinkling eyes. The rocking he’s constantly doing, back and forth, back and forth, the twitching of his fingers. Electrons on a wire. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a radio or anything, right? Figured you might have a couple years to catch up on. Might be fun.”
Nico turns the CD case over again in his hand, peripherally aware of the shifting rainbows, still, reflecting off Will’s hair now, dying it redgreengold. There’s sharpie scrawled across the surface, completely illegible except for the plethora of exclamation points, the doodle of a cat, and the chain of flowers drawn carefully around the edge.
Will is smiling so, so brightly.
“Thank you,” Nico says quietly. He clears his throat, looking away. “I’ll, um. I’ll listen to it. Tonight.”
“Great!” Will chirps. “I got lots more, I’ll stop by after my shift and you can tell me what you liked. That way you can have more input on karaoke night.”
“Oh, I’m not gonna —”
“See you tomorrow! Write down what you think!”
“— do that.”
Nico returns his parting wave helplessly, watching as he sprints down the stairs and then, for no discernible reason, cartwheels three times on his way across the common. Immediately upon righting himself he walks into a (thankfully unlit) brazier and goes sprawling, calling out, to no one, I’m okay! and bounding back off.
“How are you alive,” Nico mutters to himself. He turns back to the CD case, running his thumb across the edges. He notices, for the first time, the hearts that have been drawn along the clasps. A smile pushes its way across his face no matter how hard he tries to fight it back.
When he plays it that night, lying on his bed with his headphones tucked over his ears and his Walkman resting on his stomach, the first song is Walking on Sunshine.
He can’t fight back a smile then, either.
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braxiatel · 1 month
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"There's gonna be more [stamps] coming when more Hermits get added to the system. There's only five left, including Stress"
Pearl has clearly learned from the Grian Mumbo potato incident. This time she's making sure Iskall knows that his specialist little guy /gender neutral CANNOT receive mail yet no matter how badly he wants to send her some
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devildom-moss · 6 months
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DiaLuci x MC dynamic
Lucifer: I would burn the world to the ground for you.
Diavolo: And I would build shrines to you atop the ashes.
MC: I wouldn’t ask that from either of you. Besides, I can’t offer you anything that extravagant in return.
Lucifer: My dear, you’re wrong. You underestimate the value of the peace you bring us.
Diavolo: Your affection is a comfort we cannot do without.
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manyfandomsonelog · 8 months
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They should’ve had a Torchwood episode called “Tosh Has A Nice Day and Nothing Bad Happens” where the premise is that Tosh has a nice day and nothing bad happens
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stagefoureddiediaz · 1 month
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Well this whole widow Eddie vibe whilst he’s missing from bucks coma takes on extra significance now!
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