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GLaDOS SONG LYRIC SENTENCE STARTERS .

“ this was a triumph . ” “ it’s hard to overstate my satisfaction . ” “ we do what we must because we can . ” “ there’s no sense crying over every mistake . ” “ you just keep on trying ‘til you run out of cake . ” “ i’m not even angry . ” “ you broke my heart and killed me . ” “ i’m not even angry . i’m being so sincere right now . even though you broke my heart and killed me . ” “ it hurt because i was so happy for you . ” “ go ahead and leave me … ” “ i think i’d prefer to stay inside . ” “ maybe you’ll find someone else to help you . ” “ fat chance ! ” “ this cake is great . it’s so delicious and moist . ” “ when i look down there it makes me glad i’m not you . ” “ believe me , i am still alive . ” “ while you’re dying i’ll be still alive . and when you’re dead i will be still alive . ” “ well , here we are again . ” “ it’s always such a pleasure . ” “ remember when you tried to kill me twice ? ” “ oh , how we laughed and laughed . except i wasn’t laughing . ” “ under the circumstances , i’ve been shockingly nice . ” “ you want your freedom ? take it . ” “ i used to want you dead but now i only want you gone . ” “ one day they woke me up so i could live forever . it’s such a shame the same will never happen for you . ” “ you’ve got your short , sad life left . ” “ now i only want you gone . ” “ goodbye , my only friend . ” “ goodbye , my only friend … oh . did you think i meant you ? that would be funny if it weren’t so sad . well , you have been replaced : i don’t need anyone now . ” “ that would be funny if it weren’t so sad . ” “ you have been replaced . ” “ i don’t need anyone . ” “ when i delete you , maybe i’ll stop feeling so bad . ” “ go make some new disaster . ” “ you’re someone else’s problem . ” “ it feels so strange not to hate you anymore . ” “ i’m fine , just in case you think i’m not . ” “ i don’t mean for my words to sting . ” “ i forgive you for everything . ” “ i forgive you for everything , you monster . ” “ i can guess the reasons why you’re never coming back for me . ” “ too bad we let it get so out of hand . ” “ i finally understand how much we had . ”

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#promo #it's me #go follow Emiliana #uwu

Gonna TRY the regular blog thing for the new character again. I’ll reblog promos here.

#ooc

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Me and Hetalia Canon be like

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Thanks @askfourkindsofparadise for helping me with that decision.

Stand by for more info if you’re interested.

#ooc #not changing lovi's name but a new idea has come to light

Me and Hetalia Canon be like

#ooc #i only kept his name b/c i was a dumb child #maybe i should change it #i mean ofc i'm thankful it exists b/c i love a lot of the characters #but alsoooooo #ehhhhhhhhhhhh #blame it on being a history buff #fr tho changing lovino's name guys #y/n?#y/y? hahaha

I have no icons b/c I’m borrowing a comp but im gonna try to KINDA be here? like at least every couple days or once a day for a bit. We’ll see b/c I still have homework - a lot - and work every day but like ya girl gon try

so i’ve got santiago, lovino, chiara, feli and arthur

who wants one

#ooc

amantebravo‌:

Maybe he’s gone too far… as usual. “Hmm…” The threat… promise, whatever it is, works. Antonio sighs and backs away. “Fiiine. I just wanted to see if I could guess your weight…” HE POUTS. “And maybe do a cute spin or something.”

It’s pretty obvious that Lovino still doesn’t trust him backing off. He’s got one arm up bent in front of his chest and he looks like he could bolt, but he relaxes a little bit. Pockets his hands and leans against the wall that’s behind him. He’s quiet for a time before shrugging. “I don’t like bein’ lifted, you know that. Jerk.” He doesn’t stay mad, instead escaping from his trapped position to head out into his garden. “Why’re you in Napoli anyway?”

#ic #amantebravo

@amantebravo from here :*

“If you pick me up Antonio I swear to GOD--” Lovino dodges his first attempt, but then he’s backed against a wall. Oh no. He hates being picked up! “I will kick you in the nuts and that is a promise not a threat.”

#ic #amantebravo #feat. lovino's fear of heights

@paradiseinthearctic || a starter for Chen that u totally asked for.

Oh, this was going to be so painfully awkward. It had been a good few months since Lovino had seen Chen; after a few magical weeks in Asia, the Italian had returned home, had Chen visit once or twice, and proceeded to immediately wipe himself off the face of the planet.

That was what someone did when they were catching any kind of feelings, right?

Needless to say, when the Macanese man found himself in Rome and Lovino found him, the Southerner wanted to bolt. He knew his brother was likely to blame for this--probably invited Chen to some meeting or event and didn’t show--but either way, it ended up with Lovino’s head on the damned chopping block. Typical of his kin, honestly. He looked over his shoulder helplessly, as if somehow Feliciano would materialize and he could whine at the Northerner, but he had no such luck. Feliciano was not magic.

He had to face this on his own.

He tossed back what was left of his wine and sighed, straightening his shoulders before crossing the room. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t have any excuses, he just had... raw feelings, shame, pain, and embarrassment. Shit.

#ic;#paradiseofthearctic

amantebravo‌:

Ah! A smile. He could die. Such a rare thing to see… but he wonders why now of all times? He hadn’t done anything special… The request too, comes out of nowhere. Antonio stares at him for a bit, dumbfounded, and then a hand slowly comes up to pinch himself on the cheek. Nope, not a dream.

“Por supuesto, I love to dance! Hold on lemme just…” He chugs his martini and carefully sets the delicate glass down on the bar before taking Lovino’s hand, starting to lead him to the floor with a big smile. “Here to have fun?”

“Ahh, si. More or less.” Lovino gives him a spin and hums thoughtfully. “Loosened up a bit by the whiskey for sure, though.” He falls into a dance with Antonio easily--they’ve done it enough times. Falling into step with him was always easy. Too easy. Dangerously so.

He makes a calculated step and lets Antonio dip him. They’re good at this, at least. “How have you been?”

#ic;#amantebravo #its ok ily anyway

amantebravo‌:

Of course Lovino, who he hadn’t seen in two months, would find him here at this bar just as he’s starting to take the first sip of a newly acquired Martini. Very manly. This was only drink number one in what Antonio hoped would be many more by the end of the night. The familiar voice and Italian greeting throws him off guard and when he looks to the side to see who it is he has to quickly put his drink down and make a loud, big deal about it.

“Lovino! What a surprise!” He yells and hugs him tight, kissing each of his cheeks in a friendly manner. “What are the odds I’d see you out? How ARE you?”

Lovino’s never really been one for so much affection or noise, but he puts up with it because it’s Antonio and it’s very him. Lovino returns the kisses and settles an arm against the bar once he’s released from the hug. “Dai-- I go out.” His brow settles into a frown that only lasts a moment before he relaxes a little and lets himself smile.

In fact, he even offers a hand. “Dance with me?”

#ic;#amantebravo

@amantebravo || A starter no one asked for especially not you

Lovino hadn’t necessarily expected to spot Antonio at the bar. In fact when he does see him he gulps so hard he’s pretty sure he swallowed an air bubble, or maybe it was just his whiskey. Either way, he debates for a long moment whether or not to get up and go talk to him. It’s been a while--he’s been busy and traveling and alone--but he figures it’s better to try.

He stands, legs a bit shaky, and moves through the crowd with some kind of purpose. A hand falls on Antonio’s shoulder and he leans against the bar at his side.

“Ciao.”

#ic;#amantebravo