#( goddamn!!!!!! )

[bergsbergcountysheriff]

just started the third book in the all for the game series and . damn this shit got real gay real fast

[wongyoo]

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[osamusmiya]

kuroo is still taller than bokuto post time skip, he must be like 6’5 im 🥴💦😫💕

[doctormage]

from the ages of about 7-9 i was almost exclusively listening to 60s and 70s music, straight up “now thats what i call disco” nonstop, and i rly think that bitch had it all figured out. im going to regress, give myself shitty curtain bangs, and sit on my floor alone blasting absolute bangers from the years 1960-1979 on a loop just like i did as a child

[the-patrex]

A/N: I like to think that the Doctor’s home dimension “talks” to her while she’s in the Judoon prison because she deserves to be loved by a universe that doesn’t try to fuck her up every season or so.

You are so far from home, little Star. So broken, so lost, so lonely. Do you remember home? Do you remember the pink sands and whispering tides? What about the valleys and flowers with vibrant colors that used to adorn your hair? No, that is but a faded memory now. They stole you from us and built their civilization on your anguish. You don’t even remember your true name now, do you? No worries, little Star. The constellations on your coat will spell it out for you. Can you see it? Do you see the shifting symbols that spell your name and tell the tale of how the Ancient of Days crafted you from a dying sun? Your name means “eternal light of the cosmos,” “star of the dawn,” and “bringer of hope.” Hope is a wonderful thing. You must always cherish it; that’s what your name means, after all.

Oh, do not weep for us, little one. We are always here to guide you whether you sense our presence or not. You can see us in the stars if you squint and the companions you make. Do not despair; you will be free to dance among the Cosmos with your brethren soon. For now, you must be patient a little longer. You were meant to run freely but stillness can be a beautiful thing too. Listen closely, little Star. Can you hear them? The Cosmos sing in languages long dead but they sing to you. It is a song of hope and wonder. Keep it close to your heart and let nothing quench your beautiful light. Rest your mind, now. May your dreams be of pink sands and turquoise tides whispering songs of the sea.

[gwennikedits]

[apotosaurus]

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