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He's not GAY he's a defense attorney now

seeing genshin stuff on my dash and being able to identify more of it now at a glance is such a wild, crazy realisation somehow

#screech.#lux #i can see those posts im just #. idk what to say here #HELP #this is so weird to me

SIR UR BOLD

#screech.#whtxffhdvd #hdhakxpz #to be fair miya kindbof brought it on himslef with asking him if he had a cats tongue then talking about it #like. ur honor.#soft watches the wholesome sunflower gays #tw caps

lord help me i start my college arc tomorrow

#SCREECH.#i should over share here more tbh. flips my hair even tho i am shivering like a wet dog #incubus.txt

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#b.a.p edit #b.a.p #b.a.p ego #bap edit #bap #bap ego #my edit #screech.#*rolls away*

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#meaningfound #poor mantis is just #screech.

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Her boots echoed off the concrete as she made her way through the hallway, every step pulsing with the same wild energy still buzzing in her veins. The sting of the match was fresh—bruises blooming under her skin like ink, muscles burning, adrenaline a wildfire roaring through her bloodstream. They’d won. She’d won. And it felt good. God, it felt damn good.

IYO had held her own. Roxanne and Giulia put up a fight. But in the end, Rhea stood tall. Victory wrapped itself around her like an old leather jacket—familiar, comforting, and sharp at the edges. And then she saw him. Roman. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed like always, presence soaking up the air like a thundercloud in waiting. The world just seemed to go quieter when he was around. Like everything bent around him.

She slowed for half a second. She shouldn’t. She shouldn’t. Because it was always this—push and pull, heat and silence, on and off like a switch they could never quite break. He’d say nothing, and yet somehow, it would always be enough to unravel her. But tonight? Tonight, the fire in her chest was too big. The high too sharp. The grin on her face too real. And the part of her that remembered how it used to be—the part that still ached for it on the worst nights—she let that part win. So she didn’t think. She leapt. Right into him.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs instinctively curling around his waist, and for a heartbeat, a breath, she was weightless. "God, that felt so good," she breathed against his neck, voice still raw from the match, from the roar of the crowd still echoing in her bones. “We killed it out there. No mercy, no hesitation.” He didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to. His arms held her. Steady. Strong. Like they remembered her shape. Like maybe he still did too. “I know we’re… complicated,” she muttered, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. Her voice cracked on the edges of it—vulnerable, rare. Real. “But right now? I just needed this. Needed you.”

#SCREECH.#thr0whands