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❛ turning back isn’t an option . ❜

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[magic-spelldust]

Wald #97 by HeikoGerlicher

[snapdragonling]

i love characters who could get the absolute Shit kicked out of them and still be fine but as soon as someone touches/handles them gently it’s like “ah. im going to shatter to pieces now thanks”

[incertascire]

[musingmemes]

three word starters pt. 2

“don’t you dare.”

“look at me.”

“just forget it.”

“i’m not mad.”

“you’re being mean.”

“what a mess.”

“you are perfect.”

“jesus fucking christ.”

“you’ll be okay.”

“take a seat.”

“don’t let go.”

“oh my god.”

“you’re the worst.”

“you’re my favorite.”

“i ruined everything.”

“you ruined everything.”

“just trust me.”

“i’m not drunk.”

“i feel lost.”

“i’m so alone.”

“you’re not alone.”

“hold onto me.”

“just come here.”

“stay the night.”

“please just go.”

“please don’t go.”

[eldrwnd-deactivated20211008]

[cloudyfacewithjam]

[ladyofroses]

i mean, you could try and court me traditionally but holding a knife to my throat while kissing works too

[foragecore]

im attracted to men but at what cost

[domhnall-tonal]

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  𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 shifts in the air ,  something hurts the new general's pride .   guilt is an emotion that often carves itself in the head rather than chest , it reminds you of every single mistake that brought you here .  if anyone knows what poe dameron feels right now ;   𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝘅 .  his head had long been filled with plans of SURVIVAL ,  since he was a kid ,  left no place for guilt .   greens are distant , cold , they remain on the sharp features of the shorter man until the moment he feels a force against his chest .  a shove ,   brute !   akin to drunken men in cantinas , akin to ones that's somehow felt offended by the red of his hair ,  by his 𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 even ,  felt the need to hurt him .

 but right now he's not too innocent . he returns to where he was standing . hooded eyes stare down at the man with hatred ──  hoping to CUT him with the ice in his stare .    ❝ boss me around again . ❞   𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 . his own fists are ready by his sides , voice lowers .    ❝ go on . . . ❞