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just get super emotional thinking about finnrey tbh, thanks for making this blog a thing. idk how much content wouldve otherwise been made and its such a beautiful ship.

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Know This

I’m telling you this story because you are the only people I can trust not to judge me. Ever since we first met, when your eyes met my own, I knew we had a connection. You looked at me with such trust that I felt some of the walls I’d built around my heart crumbling and falling away.

We’ve known each other for long enough for me to tell you the truth. This may be hard to hear, but knowing this…

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About An Hour Ago

About An Hour Ago

I barely remember the journey to work, although my colleagues later told me that I must have driven myself there under my own steam. I don’t remember getting out of the car or sitting on the stairs and crying my eyes out, but I must have done.

Somehow I ended up back at home with no recollection of how I’d gotten there. I was alone in my cold and dark flat, alone and with no one but my own shadow…

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The Continuation of Ken and Barbie

The Continuation of Ken and Barbie

Barbie sat breathless on the ground as she admire how Ken had ripped GI Joe’s head clean from his shoulders, tossing it aside as if it were nothing more than garbage.

“Wow, Kenny….that was – “

“Beet you didn’t think I had it in me, did you? Who’s got no balls now?” Ken smirked as he flopped down beside Barbie, not even caring that he was missing an arm and that one of his legs was bent at a very…

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Semper Fi

I saw her standing there, waiting in line for her skinny mocha, just like she does every day. She always comes in at the same time, dressed in her work clothes and looking impatient as the people in front of her dither over which drink they’ll have today.

I know her order, it’s always the same. I even hear her say those words in my dreams sometimes. I watch as she inches closer to the front of…

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Boris The Terrible

I walked through the front door with a face like a slapped ass and was enough to make my husband recoil from me as his nose picked up on the malodorous olfactory presence I’d brought into the house with me.

“It was Boris,” I replied, shrugging off my coat, nodding gratefully when Colin took it and hung it up. Those three words were loaded with meaning. Colin simply nodded, moving toward me before…

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There's Something About Lisa....

There’s Something About Lisa….

I walked past that damn painting every day. I worked for Mrs Steinem – a miserable old widow. She lived in an old house up on the hill on the edge of town – talk about a cliché.

I didn’t like the old lady, but the money was good. As long as I could pay my rent and bills, I was happy.

Steinem had money. Maybe the reason she had so much was that she hated to spend it. The knock-off painting in the…

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All's Fair in Love and War

All’s Fair in Love and War

Fighting had always made Barbie horny.

She and her band of merry Mattel World freedom fighters had defeated the Toy Patrol, forcing them back to the boring and plain toy box that they’d come from.

Somewhere along the way, that idiot Ken had gone missing. He’d run headlong into the skirmish without a second thought to his safety, his stiff hair not moving even a fraction as he ran awkwardly with…

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