#wishihadwings

[gallavichfanficlibrary]

Do you know the fic where Mikey is in Mexico and Ian realizes he made a huge mistake letting him go. Ian tracks him down but Mickey is dating some like Mexican crime family members and living in a mansion with him. Ian winds up staying at the mansion too and having to win Mick back. It’s super sad at parts and angsty but so well written. I think it’s a bit older cause I read it a while ago and can’t find it again for anything. If you know it I will be so thankful! Thank you for doing this by the way I have found so many amazing fics through you guys! 💕

This is The Fight For You 🦋

[rosiebelledog]

It a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s just a bird... How many of my four legged friends are obsessed with birds? I could watch or chase them all day. It never gets old. #birddog #birddogs #bird #ibelieveicanfly #wishihadwings #dogwish #outdoordog #outdoordoglife #rescuedog #rescuedogsofinstagram #adoptdontshop #mobilityacrossamerica (at Atlanta, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0YShHdhKlY/?igshid=1bixzdcvkydv

[tempestuousskye]

Hello bumblebee! 🐝 #bumblebee #wishihadwings #dadsgardenisteemingwithlife

[jess7913]

Wishing I was somewhere else today... somewhere far, far away... #adventuretime #travels #wishihadwings #wanderer (at The Bean)

[tophernottmorr]

Breakfast for Dinner || Antonia and Topher

Topher sat in a stool at the diner, sipping a milkshake and trying to keep his hand still. A new song idea had popped into his head, and his fingers were just dying to tap the drum line out against the bar as his brain tried to come up with lyrics that would fit into the beat. The old guy next to him complained when he had, so he was focusing very hard on keeping still, knowing that if he let himself move some part of him would make noise. The curse of being a musician with inspiration.

Luckily, his food got there, and he was saved from trying to stay frozen by a stack of pancakes, giving him something more important to worry about. More important for the time being, anyways. He drowned the pancakes in syrup, careful to keep his bacon and toast from getting all sticky, and grinned at the plate, pleased with his life choices for the day. But then he realized something. His fork had gone missing.

“Excuse me?” he turned to the girl next to him, intent on solving the problem, “Could you pass me the fork from there,” he pointed to the setting next to her. No one was sitting on the other side of her, “Mine disappeared.”

[whenthesmokeclears-rpg]

I'm sorry, but could you help me reach that? It's just a little too high for me...

Oh, sure thing! Sorry, I'll just grab that for you. They always put these so high..

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