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🌊Water tribe🌊

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Supercon was un-bee-lievable. Had so much fun buying art, meeting amazing voice actors, and cosplaying with my sister and @lady_luana_ (our fantastic raven) of course! 🐝🐝🐝

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Hozier Sentence Meme

❛ I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

I’m going to be honest, I have no idea how I got what I wrote from the prompt but c'est la vie. Enjoy!

It started as many things do: with coffee. The bittersweet scalding liquid rolling over the tongue, warmer than outside could ever hope to be. It started with the parting of soft lips into a smile, all shining teeth and mirth-filled eyes glowing like a crackling fireplace in a way that could only ever be sincere.

It started with a chance encounter. Bustling streets with strangers huddled into their jackets, hidden underneath thick wool scarves racing against time to get to the bus, to the subway, to their cars, to their homes. It started with a slight jostling, an accidental bump. Mumbled apologies transmitted through frozen clouds of breath. Rosy, wind-whipped cheeks and fluttering eyelashes barely seen through a flurry of long hair.  

It started with books. The oppressive silence of such a large building broken only by the occasional cough or sniffle, the turning of pages, the reverent running of fingers over spines of well-worn stories. It started with the discovery of an old favorite, with wild hand gestures and an obvious delight that was absolutely contagious, that couldn’t help but be received with equal excitement.

It started with the sunset. The golden rays bouncing off of disorderly curls as the lights of the city flickered on one by one until they could rival the sun itself. It started with closed eyes, a smattering of freckles, head tilted up to revel in the dying sun’s last rays of heat. Sitting on the rusty hood of a junked car looking utterly at peace with the world.

It started with a song. The booming bass of a tune nestling its way into a chest, into a pair of lungs, into a life itself. It started with flashes of blue, purple, orange light reflecting off of sweat-glistened skin. Mini hurricanes of flailing limbs controlled by bodies swaying to the heartbeat of an entire room. A voice hoarse from singing, from screaming, from laughing, head thrown back triumphantly while challenging life to do its worst.

It started with sleep. Tired bodies thrown onto soft sheets, burrowing beneath warm comforters, nestling close to each other, warm breath ghosting across skin. It started with the slow blinking of heavy eyelids, with little yawns, and small sleepy smiles. The slow steadiness of sleeping breaths, cold feet and intertwining legs, arms unconsciously pulling ever closer.  

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I don’t know what about Lana Del Rey’s blue jeans makes me close my eyes and absorb those first few beats but damn it just hits me every time

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Everytime the universe give me a seemingly great guy I just kinda

Like alright what’s wrong with this one

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You haven’t realllly felt true power until your dream you’re the avatar in the avatar state. Just saying

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The video for Nico and the Niners is out I REPEAT THE VIDEO FOR NICO AND THE NINERS IS OUT

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Heaven’s Gate was just an excuse for Patrick to use his soul voice and we all know it