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  • natalia-wrld
    21.10.2021 - 1 day ago

    and i decided to download bandori again and try to analyze who do i truly relate to!!!

    #arisa. #It is most likely arisa. #or. #Misaki. #Or. #sayo. #or #mashiro. #or. moca. #ran. #Or. chisato. #SO MANY OPTIONS. #BUT ASJDBAJDA OMG CHILD REI AND CHILD TAE IM #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #.. im playing on worldwide/english server so . #next year!!! #THAT MEANS I CAN SAVE-
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  • cartoonsun
    18.10.2021 - 4 days ago

    smoking takes so much effort. I have to put on a sweater 

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  • swingxilly
    15.10.2021 - 6 days ago

    SCREAAAAAAAMS

    #i actually watched the direct life #even if i was 2min late #but i was actually fully playing stardew valley at that point #and then i continued playing bc i was with a friend #but now i emotionally work through the acnh direct #and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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  • caffeinatedrogue
    13.10.2021 - 1 week ago

    COMPUTER IS COMING SOON PALS I'M GONNA PUNCH A WALL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

    how do I call it. it needs a name. a bad one

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  • love-psxlm
    12.10.2021 - 1 week ago

    i think my caffeine pill finally kicked in and now im all excitable and bouncy and happy and and and and

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  • umflowers
    08.10.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    NOT THE COMMENTATOR(S) ACTING LIKE PIERRE’S WHOLE DEAL AT RED BULL WAS HIS FAULT BECAUSE HE SPOKE UP ABOUT BEING MISTREATED BY THE MOST TOXIC TEAM IN FORMULA 1 I’M-

    #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- #i swear to god i'm going to just watch f1 on mute. i swear. to fucking. god. #personal
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  • i-am-1142
    07.10.2021 - 2 weeks ago
    #asks and answers #asks and replies #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #my tumblr family #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #*runs down to the valley again*
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  • i-am-1142
    07.10.2021 - 2 weeks ago
    #1142 loving hours? #asks and replies #asks and answers #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#cheese #my tumblr fam #my tumblr family #lava family#nephew/niece/both/neither #nephew of mine!
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  • semisapphicsnowflake
    06.10.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    we say down for WHAT I THOUGHT would be a calm family dinner and then my father goes and compares unvaxxed people to holocaust victims

    IN FACT he literally said this is even worse

    I NEEDED TO TRY SO HARD NOT TO START SCREAMING ABOUT HOW NONE OF HIS STATEMENTS OR ARGUMENTS MADE ANY SENSE

    #does this need a tw ? #i hate him so much #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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  • zirvedecamasirasangenc
    04.10.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    boğuldum, boğuldum, boğuldum

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  • divinebastet
    03.10.2021 - 2 weeks ago

    Hell day hell day hell day hell day hell day

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  • flatstarcarcosa
    30.09.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    Thinking about nights like this where I don't sleep, and zaeed keeping me company. He dozes, here and there, but never really falls out entirely.

    I finally decide maybe its time for breakfast and another round of meds, maybe I can will my body into comfort.

    ******

    "Do you want some eggs?" I ask. He mumbles, sleepily, and blinks a few times. I caught him dozing. "Do you want eggs?"

    "I'll eat whenever you're cooking," he says, voice thick with the sleep he's been at once chasing and fighting. His words tend to jumble together, a gravel driveway of mixed up consonants that surfaces from deep in his chest.

    I frown.

    "Thats not what I asked," I say, pushing the laptop off my thighs and sliding over to plop myself across his lap. "I asked if you want eggs for breakfast."

    "I know what you asked," he says. He reaches down, fingers trailing over my side and across my shoulder until his hand settles in my hair. "I said I'll eat whenever you're cooking."

    I frown, more.

    He hasn't said if he wants the goddamn eggs, and I just want to know how many to make.

    And then it hits me; all those little moments you never consider as they're happening, you just file them away in your memory banks as they pass.

    A contented groan as he picks the empty plates off the table, pauses to lean down and kiss my cheek.

    "You do make a fantastic goddamn roast."

    A metal spoon sliding against the inside of a metal bowl, an attempt to scrape up the very last dregs of stew.

    "Thought you were wasting credits on that goddamn crock pot, but at least being cooped up in this ship is bearable with something better than field rations."

    A pause in chewing. A raised eyebrow when he swallows.

    "This goddamn cake is one of those gluten fucking free monstrosities? I honestly wouldn't have known if you hadn't told on yourself."

    I return to the present, dragged forth by the feeling of him bumping his knee against me.

    "Feed me or don't, but I gotta take a goddamn piss," he grumbles. I hum and sit up, disentangling myself from him and staring off into the dark of the bedroom. The bed shifts as he rises, and the bathroom door shuts most of the way before he hits the light.

    "I'll eat whenever you're cooking."

    The toilet flushes, the sink runs, and the light is turned out before he opens the bathroom door and pads back across the room. I am still staring into the dark, and stubbornly ignoring the tears in the corner of my eyes.

    His fingers trail up my side again, searching for my hair and settling to brush through it at the base of my skull. He leans down, plants a sloppy kiss on the top of my head. I blink away the wetness, dare to sniff up the lump in the back of my throat and reach up to wipe at my eyes.

    He catches my hand on the way back down, pulls me to my feet.

    "You ever clean the frying pan after those burgers the other night?" he asks. He leads me to the kitchen, where turning on the light answers the question.

    "God damn it." I glare at the frying pan, still sitting on the stove and packed now with congealed grease from the pound and a half of beef I turned into "burger crimes" the last time I cooked dinner.

    He chuckles and moves it to the sink, hitting the tap for hot water and nudging me towards the fridge with his hip. I stumble, just slightly and catch myself on the door handle. I pause as I pull open the door and he turns to the sink, back towards me and the faintest slivers of sunrise beginning to creep over the skies of Bekenstein.

    So this is where I have landed, after so much time falling aimlessly and wanting only for the crash to meet me faster; with a man who will not freely and recklessly say I love you, but who instead looked up and planted his feet and said I bet I can catch that.

    A stranger, for all purposes, who caught the briefest glimpse of the darkest part of my existence and the bloody, gaping wound behind the words fuck I'm ODing again and discovered there was still something in him that could break apart at the sight of it.

    An implacable, stubborn, goddamn jackass that said if no one else is going to dive into your incurable insanity and save you from drowning I guess I'll fucking do it and then proceeded to simply build a dock in the middle of it.

    Perhaps, I think, as I watch steam from the sink puff into the air, it makes perfect sense in a way that is almost laughably stupid that it would take a man permanently on fire to boil away enough water that I am able to stand once again.

    I pull the carton of eggs from the fridge, abandon them on the counter and refuse to acknowledge the trembling of my jaw as wrap my arms around his waist and press my face into his spine. He shifts, hands caked in soap and grease and pausing over the frying pan as he tries and fails to look at me over his shoulder.

    "Christ," he says, softly, "it's just goddamn eggs."

    "I know," I say. It comes out as a hiccup, and I cannot bring myself to hate myself for it. "But it's not. I'm..."

    Stuck, again. Even after all this time-- so much time-- it catches in my throat like some rabid beast that sinks its teeth into the words and tears them to bloody bits before they have a chance to get free.

    The frying pan clangs against the sink and the water steams more as he runs the water hot and washes the grease from his hands. He leans forward, pulling the towel from the rack in the window and making use of it before nudging me with his elbow. I loosen my hold on his waist and he turns in my arms.

    Wordlessly, still-warm hands cup either side of my face, pulling it up and forward and forcing me to meet his gaze and reminding me that he used to stake his life on picking up bloody bits of mess and turning it into a finished production that resulted in a job well goddamn done.

    His thumbs brush over my damp cheeks and I wonder, not if that dark part of my existence is still there, but if it is visible once more because I have slipped up, or if because sometimes he drags it kicking and screaming into the light just to remind it that it does not get to run roughshod over the rest of me.

    He pulls me closer, enveloping me in flame and pressing his forehead to mine before following with his mouth. He tastes like mint from toothpaste and menthol from cigarettes and smells freshly like the citrus in the dish soap and stagnantly like the lake water from our swim the night before.

    It is just eggs.

    But it is also everything else and he does not let anything else escape his grasp. He kisses me until it begins to hurt and his fingertips press into my skin.

    He pulls the rabid beast from its perch, and executes it in the only way that matters: he disregards it completely.

    When he releases me but keeps me close enough that I still feel his breath on my face, I let out the faintest of sobs and his thumbs brushes the tears away once more.

    "I'm sorry," I breathe. He sighs, and then forces a chuckle.

    "It's just goddamn eggs, love."

    And it is, also, everything else, and for the first time in my life I begin to think that maybe,

    maybe there is room for it all.

    #selfshipping fic#self shipping #i'm gonna be fucking daring and hope this doesn't blow up in my face pls b gentle this was about the CATHARSIS but #zaeed massani #ship: stubborn goddamn jackasses #reese.fic #anyway i meant to make eggs eat the eggs and go play more me3 until i fell asleep but then i sat there Thinking and Going Thru It #and ate my eggs while sobbing into my fucking eggs #i also did not proof read or beta read this because if i don't go get the taste of fucking SNOT out of my mouth #i'm gonna fuckin be meeting those eggs again so aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #anyway we're unpacking trauma in weird ways once again here at flatstarcarcosa ladies
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  • piromantic
    29.09.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    seeing my own tweet on my dash is a fucking jumpscare

    #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #I THOUGHT YOU DIED #AT LEAST IT ISNT ATTRIBUTED TO THE IT FANDOM THOUGH I GUESS
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  • days358
    24.09.2021 - 4 weeks ago

    constantly refreshing google for when the castlevania collection hits pc 

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  • smallfrenchstudyblr
    20.09.2021 - 1 mont ago

    Back to University in Fall 2021 - a mood

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  • shidived
    20.09.2021 - 1 mont ago

    makes exactly one (1) ic post over the entire weekend at 3 in the morning bc I forgot what a draft is and goes to bed like a fucking hero

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  • doodlerh
    19.09.2021 - 1 mont ago

    okay. muspell and nifl are genuinely so ugly. i will fix this

    #h rambles #LITERALLY WHO DID THIS TO THEM #in between commissions i'll rectify this #tomorrow i have another quiiiiiiiiz #and i have a project due that none of my underclassmen classmates have WORKED ONNNNN #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #see u guys!
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  • sawyflavoredtrees
    16.09.2021 - 1 mont ago

    3

    Not much happened today besides in gym class.

    First of all, a kid threw a football at my face and now my left eye is blurry.

    Second of all, I was playing football. (There were 2 games) and I was playing the game that had mostly boys and a couple girls. Literally only one of the girls got to even touch the ball. And the boys just kept tossing the ball to eachother and not letting anyone else have it.

    I would of tackled one of them to get the ball but I seriously doubt we're allowed to tackle someone in school.

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  • tatatale
    16.09.2021 - 1 mont ago

    help--

    #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #DANG EVERYTHING WAS SO COOL #MY FACE HURTS A LOT #I LOVE SUSIE EVEN MORE NOW HAHAHAHA
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  • nussywire
    11.09.2021 - 1 mont ago

    A Know Your Enemy re-issue!!!!! TWO SPLIT ALBUMS!!??? AND. UNRELEASED SONGS??? [x]

    #I'm in heaven aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. #manic street preachers #nicky wire #james dean bradfield #sean moore #know your enemy #news #please please Masking Tape and other b sides please
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