#machinekeys

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it’s amusing how many friends wrote sad shit and i was somehow involved.

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machinekeys replied to your post:i like how you say you’re not a nerd but then go...

I have no idea who you could possibly be talking about.

well if you figure it out please go give the person some love because they're very dear to me and i'm very very glad they're back

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- Spell your name, each letter representing a song title. Please give credit to all artists - 

Tagged by pandoricscripture, using my Viet name because I prefer not to share my English one on tumblr and I'm not sure of the pinyin for the Chinese. O? U? W? Anyway.

Time to Say Goodbye, Jeff and Casey Williams

U&I, from K-On!

Marchin' On, OneRepublic

I Choose You, Sara Bareilles

Nuvole Bianche, Ludivico Einaudi

Home, Michael Bublé

People tagged in tags. And Caro, you gotta pick two songs for each letter. If you want I mean.

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;n; you're my first war

I've always seen, sort of, and I've had a lot of time to reconcile myself with that fact. I've always drifted a bit, maybe being with a certain group more, but being alone without them for periods just as easily. I drift, and connect to those willing to throw me a line. But we'll never be as tightly bound as they might be to others. But there's something good in that, you know? When they might feel adrift themselves, when they're not used to being so, they feel they can come to me easy, and I hold them, long as they need. And I let them go, when they want to. I am a temporary shelter, but a stronghold in a storm. That's how it is. That's something I've learned to take joy and pride in.

*scratches head* There is someone I'd like to be first for, it's true enough. Heh. As you know, long as you've been around. But she isn't... for me to have? No person is to be owned I mean but, mm... she's beautiful, in so many ways. I'm not sure if I've ever described her such openly here, but a way I often use to describe her is that if I'm a Jack, she's a Queen. I love her, so, so much. And that love has lived long enough that my want to see her grab the greatness she's meant for-if you met her, knew her long enough, you'd know that future, trust me-outweighs any selfish sort of want to keep her close. She's meant for people.

I'm just happy I got to know her, you know? Shared many years together, watched her grow, and know she's done the same and decided to keep me around in her life. I hope it continues. That we're never so far apart and we are part of the good things in each other's lives. But barring that, I'll be content with being a fond memory. 

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askweisswolf answered your question:someone give me a situation/au?

freezerburn supernatural au?

xekstrin answered your question:someone give me a situation/au?

dragon au! a winter morning.

nameispotato answered your question:someone give me a situation/au?

I found your keys in the gas station AU

machinekeys answered your question:someone give me a situation/au?

Hand Caught in a Vending Machine AU

*rubs hands together* All righty. One after the other, letsa go!

So it was just a teensy, tiny bit embarrassing for Yang to be carried around by her scarf, arms and legs flailing helplessly, as her girlfriend brought her home.

"C’mon, Weiss, I said I’m sorry!"

Weiss huffed in response, hot air blowing over her hair and the back of her neck. Weiss began to show Yang off to the people they passed by, instead of letting her down as she’d asked many, many times.

The first cheeky grin and phone pulled out had Yang covering her face, feeling the heat coming off it. “Stake me now,” she moaned.

Growly chuckles were her only reply.

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Mornings were dark, in winter’s time. When you rose, only a hint of red touched the sky, the moon obstinately lingering, if dimly. Where light touched untrodden snow, when the sun had struggled upwards enough, it set them ablaze, winking at any watching from the right angle, at the right time.

This was winter, and this was winter’s morn.

Your morning consisted of three too warm bodies, more often than not furred and scaled curled around your body and each other’s. Occasionally an errant wing or tail flicked out and hit one of you in the face.

But every morning had sleepy greetings and gentle cuddles and little kisses, before you all got yourselves out and ready for another day of work together.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Blake was tired. She was tired, hungry, and she wanted nothing more than to get inside her house, grab the latest book of the ‘Ninjas of Love’ series, and curl up with it before Morpheus inevitably took her. She thrust her hand into her pocket, intent on grabbing her keys-

-and gripped only air.

With a frown, she patted that pocket to be sure, then its twin. Only her wallet, and her phone. Sense of panic growing she shifted her bag around and started searching in there.

"Um, excuse me-"

"Sorry, could you just wait a moment? I’m a little busy." Not the first pocket. Maybe the second?

"Yeah I can see tha-"

"Please." Blake held up one hand, warding off any more words. She snapped, a bit, the frustrations of the day welling out. "Just, just one second, be quiet and let me look and let me think."

"It’s just-"

"Look!" Blake half-shouted, eyebrows coming together as she turned to face the stranger. "If you can’t wait for me to find my keys and the way back to my book you can go-"

Blake stopped. Understandably. For the stranger held her keys in their palm, a nervous smile on their face. “Your keys, uh, Miss Blake Belladonna?”

For a few moments Blake just stared. Then she flushed, sheepishly accepting her keys from the stranger, who dropped their hand immediately. “Sorry I yelled,” mumbled Blake, rubbing her eyes. Half to hide her face, half to relieve the stress. “I’ve kinda had a rough day, but still. Thank you for bringing them back to me. And please, call me Blake.”

"No trouble!" They grinned, all traces of anxiety gone. "I’m just glad you’ve got your keys again."

Blake smiled, soothed, if only fractionally, by this stranger’s empathy. Sticking out one hand, she asked, “Maybe I could thank you…?”

"Ah, um." They fumbled with their mitt, pulling it off before taking Blake’s hand. "Ruby, Ruby Rose. It’s nice to meet you properly! And, I... if that’s something you want."

"Well then." Blake unlocked her door, and ushered Ruby in. "Shoes over there, couch over there. I’ll get some drinks."

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All I wanted was one tiny pack of chips. One. But nooo, it had to go and get caught on the end of the spiral thingy for the gum. And I didn’t have the money for gum. I had money for chips. One pack. Currently stuck, mocking me, in the machine.

Which is why I am ‘half-stuck in the vending machine’, Weiss.

…No I can’t just buy some in the store! One, there’s no store near here! Two… okay’s there’s no two but my point is that I couldn’t have gone out and now my money’s wasted! And I can totally get myself out! I think…

Hey, what-ow! Ow! Weiss stop yanking on my arm I told you I’m trying to get-

Oh. Uh. Thanks, Weiss.

…Do you want some? 

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*warily eyes potential pushers*

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machinekeys liked your post:friendly reminder rwby is fit and strong as fuck ...

weiss' calves caroline, her calves

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machinekeys replied to your post “machinekeys replied to your post:its-heiress-actually replied to your...”

Things are a little myrtenasty rn, and not in the good way.

we've got weissted story potential and opportunities. I schneer at these writing choices