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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins

gracie abrams
Sade Olutola
Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni
The Stonewall Inn
Claire Keane
ojovivo
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Interview Vampire Daily

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One Nice Bug Per Day

Kiana Khansmith

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Don’t Call Me Yours (Unless You Mean It)
Chapter 2
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58783921/chapters/161887792#workskin
do you ever think about how bucky flew across the country because sam was sad? isn’t that crazy? isn’t that nuts?
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writing the second chapter…almost 10k words and i’m not halfway through the outline…
do y’all remember when ppl were justifying octavia beating the literal shit out of a defenseless bellamy. lol. wild.
my favorite sydcarmy fic just got deleted :( i’m gonna kill myself in this bitch
watching interview with the vampire…people who say claudia—the child—was selfish for wanting louis’ attention. when the abusive white man has literally isolated louis from every person he’s ever loved…okay girl. okay.
a kakashi from this afternoon,,
rewatching voltron because it’s leaving netflix. god it’s such a bad idea
Don't Call Me Yours (Unless You Mean It)
Rapunzel Corona
Hiccup traces the calligraphy on his wrist. Thin pretty lines, careful and deliberate. Like someone has cradled his hand in theirs. Like he was something sacred. Like somebody loved him. Simmering just beneath the skin of his right wrist, he can feel it. That bone deep, irrational fear that tastes so much like anger--like hatred.
He can ignore it. He can forget she exists. He doesn’t need her.
one thing i will never understand about certain naruto fans is how they can hate sakura but love karin
"I want him to know who he is, before your family tries to tell him who they want him to be. He is better than that. He has better things in him than that."
Pixel Art by Chelsea Faust
quick what is everyone doing right now
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i know the prompts feature heavily on the light……
but what if…a little sad. as a treat