bro someone deleted all my movies i’m actually crying send help
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bro someone deleted all my movies i’m actually crying send help
yeah i’m literally sick again exactly 1 month after i last got sick which put me on my ass for 2 weeks and i never even recovered from the cough it gave me i can’t catch a break
when you
when you want to have friends but you dont know how because you weren’t properly socialised as a puppy!!
“ Don’t die on me– Please. ” (Tiberius-Nasir)
Agron had often charged into any battle without thought of surviving. Since losing Duro, he had little concern of coming out alive. How could he care about living when he felt so dead on the inside? But Nasir . . . Nasir had changed everything. Ever since forming a relationship with the Syrian, Agron found renewed purpose in life. Of course he fought for Spartacus’ cause, but it was beyond that. He found the beating of his heart again. He found reason to return from battle; reason to fight to survive. For he knew that with Nasir, there was a joy in living. So when he felt the sting of the Roman’s fucking sword penetrate chest, his immediate thoughts were ones that cursed the gods. How often he had begged for death, to be reunited with his brother, only to leave him breathing.
Yet now, he longed for life and they may rip him from this world. Rip him from Nasir’s arms. They had been victorious in the fight, and he felt the support of Spartacus as he draped the German’s arm around him. Consciousness was fading fast as he was returned to the temple and immediately taken to the room dedicated for the medicus to be tended to. The blood seeping from his wound left him feeling weakened, though Agron refused to fucking die. Not now. Not when he had just so recently touched the lips of another. Felt anything akin to happiness. Found someone in his life worth living for.
And then came words. Words from the source of his affection. Agron hazily looked at Nasir, the German’s lips curling into a slight smile. “Similar words spoken when roles were reversed.” When Nasir had the stab wound that nearly claimed his life. “Only I am yet awake to hear them,” he added on, a slight tease as he referenced Nasir’s former unconscious state when he had been fighting for his life. “You will not be rid of me so easy,” he added on in teasing. It was an attempt, any attempt to lighten mood. But for the first time since the death of his brother . . . Agron felt fear for his own death. Fuck the gods if they chose now to part him from this world. If they part him from Nasir.
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i graduate in 6.5 weeks and have no clue what i’m going to do after!!!!!!
everytime i go "oh i havent been on roblox in a while maybe i should go check it out" i remember its because they removed un-age verified chat and we haven't circumvented it yet and rhe chat is lowkey the best part
I think I have a curse of having the worst neighbors... This new guy that moved in downstairs decided to drill in the middle of the night 🥴🤪
I don't know how to wrap up my damn fic!!!