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“doing the cull of my twitch vods and clips so that i don't get banned for covering songs (🤔) and this gem of a clip came up captioned: 'when you think your food's about to arrive at the table but it's someone else's food' x https://t.co/tOdjinlBrW”
lewis put some of his twitch clips in this tweet so I’m just gonna leave this here so I can come back whenever I want to watch these since no more clips or vods. why twitch. The last one is pure euphoria like I could listen to that all day.
not what i meant // dodie
you’re gone but you’re on my mind
listen here
little voice said sam & bess rights 🤧💛💛💛
Maybe I’d sound a little better If my features were more sweet
Your mind’s already been made up You saw my number and my number wasn’t good enough
Not What I Meant | dodie & Lewis Watson
Soulmates AU + Rating on a Scale of 1–10 AU + Modern Day AU
They’re soulmates, they just don’t know that yet.
Jaime struggles with his label as a six: his entire family always pretends to be tens, but Jaime refused, trying to be unbothered by his “less-than-satisfactory” rating. He just wants one person not to judge him by his name and number.
Brienne struggles with her rating as a ten: no one liked her before, but ever since she got her label, they’ve liked her even less out of jealousy. How could Brienne the Beauty be a ten? She just wants one person not to judge her by her looks and number.
One day, after spending a month working with his intelligent new employee, Brienne Tarth, Jaime’s number changes. Brienne notices first.
“Mr. Lannister...” she says softly, staring at his forehead.
“Yes?”
“Your number...” She’s never mentioned either of our numbers... “It’s a seven.”
At first Jaime doesn’t react. And then he rushes to take out his phone and check his reflection: there on his forehead sits a bold, black seven. He touches it to make sure it’s real. It doesn’t smudge, so he lets himself grin.
My number changed. My number changed. My number fucking changed.
thinking about you from time to time // playlist
for the person you loved: missing them doesn’t mean you won’t cut your hand off before reaching for them again
for r.m. (spotify)
just because it’s over doesn’t mean you don’t think about it