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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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oozey mess
occasionally subtle
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official daine visual archive
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second
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Claire Keane
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@tazwren
got bored and decided to compile some lesser appreciated buddie songs, ENJOY<3
24/7 by eydrey
Algo contigo by Rita Payés and Elisabeth Roma
Bros by Wolf Alice
Dreaming of Your Touch
ghosts by Rosemary and Talia Lima
Her by The American Dawn
Happiness by BUBBLE TEA AND CIGARETTES
Known by Bullpen
Nostalgic Love Rock by late night drive home
Versos de Placer by maye
Sunday Buddie Panel
Lmao, sorry for the chatter in the first half also I compressed this audio file to upload it idk how good it is!
LONGER VERSION OF RYLIVER TIMELINE from the google docs that was deleted!!!! i put them all together in photoshop so i hope nothing got cut. god bless rpf and goodnight
A Little Taste of Heaven
https://archiveofourown.org/works/87195826
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Let's ambush mama! 😼
"Why do Pallas cats always look grumpy?"
"Pallas kittens."
The sheer roundness of this kitten must be admired.
you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
your loneliness has ancestors, your soul has company ⋆˙⟡♡
ilya rozanov who’s known to boston as the mysterious fuckboy from russia who chirps like he’s getting paid for it and is crazy good at hockey. one day a teammate is absent from a few games in a row and turns back up to practice with a fucking newborn and they’re all in their hockey gear fawning over this tiny baby. then once everyone’s said hi before practice, the crowd parts and ilyas just stood by the doorway, a literal deer in headlights staring at the bundle of blankets in his teammates arms and-
“do you wanna hold him?”
ilya’s moving forward before he can process the words and everyone’s holding their breath as he gathers the newborn into his arms, pausing to take his gloves off first. it’s a few tense seconds before the baby babbles and shifts slightly before tucking his head into the crook of his arm and swiftly falling to sleep.
ilya looks up to see his whole team stifling grins, “i think we’ve found the new babysitter” and he bites back a chirp because he doesn’t want to wake the baby he’s holding so delicately to his chest.
he’s stuck on the sidelines for the whole practice while he rocks the baby through the slams against walls, waving its little arm towards its dad when it eventually wakes up.
and yeah pictures surface soon after of fucking rozanov staring down at the baby in his arms with the fucking softest eyes and twitter has a field day proving he’s a softie at heart
shane sees the photos and had feelings that send him into the most intense panic attack of all time. the thought stays hidden in the back of his mind until he’s laying in his bed, at the cottage, with ilya draped over him and both of them are whispering i love you in every language they know and then the image crawls out of the recesses where he shoved it and holy fuck that might be possible one day holy fuck
Eye of the Storm, by Harut Danielyan, 2025
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Everything I know about colour theory I learned from this hellsite (ie I know nothing about colour theory), but this soothes me.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/72665731/chapters/228309336
Chapter 17 is up! Sorry for the wait on this one. I’ve been working on this and another fic plus I went to visit my favorite people in Nashville. You might know them 😉
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sending "?" to represent myself tilting my head like a dog
sending "!" to represent myself perking up my ears in excitement like a dog
Janet Fitch, White Oleander
posting this on twitter will get you put into witness protection
The magic of childhood is that you were constantly encountering new things. The best way to feel that way again is to fill your life with new experiences.
The magic of childhood is that you were constantly encountering new things. The best way to feel that way again is to fill your life with new experiences.
So I’ve been thinking. About you – us. About the beginning. How everything could have gone so many different ways, and it didn’t. It all went the way it did, and I got to know you. I got to marry you.
His hand moves to his chest pocket – taps it twice, over the name etched there.
And I carried a part of you all the way out here.
obsession-fueled "poster" for
dead reckoning by @sinnabonka
full quality / ao3
#meet the buckley-diazes
lol nonchalant little shits
