#* shipstudy.

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— @bby-poison

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: : cherry stems and nicotine were cleansed with fluoride and spat in the sink, any remnants of whiskey lost in the sweat they rinsed down the shower drain. stuck in truck bedding. cracks in concrete. the stitching of the wrinkled button up hanging over the chair. intoxication left the moment their lips melted into the other, dwindling into something else. the moment they kissed, his bloodstream filled with her; Eddy and nothing else. there could not possibly be room for anything more and if we’re being completely frank with one another, i’m not sure of the last time that i’ve done this sober —

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i think this is one of the best ship edits i've ever made.

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PSA : EDDY AND JAMESON ARE REAL PEOPLE WHO ARE REALLY REAL AND ARE MARRIED !!!!! it's true !!!

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— how long have these colors surrounded him? she has existed as the moonlight, filtering through the glass overhead long before this. painting the walls in blues and white as he dreamt and tossed and sighed. the stars shining over them have been nothing more than a flare in this lens, patiently awaiting to find her in the foreground. at long last, it shifts. it brings her into focus and Oliver is certain that this hue will be one of the last he sees. when all other colors fade into the darkness, he will remember the lunar glow of her bare frame overhead. when thinking of this room, he will recall the navy in her lowlight. he will find her in the ivory that leaks down the candelabras. dripping. he will think of pinching wicks between his fingers and the burn of fresh wax, how it drips down the side of his knuckle. — : : excerpts : :

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— jameson holding an elfbar just doesn't really make any sense.

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— it's simple and it goes like this: i'm in love with you.

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— ' theo and jameson clearly hate each other '