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its been what? 8 years? anyways this is me now ! i watched anora last night and this was my fit for it, it felt like it matched and it gave me an excuse for me to wear this dress

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beautiful ass art for my short fic “six months too late” written almost ???? 10 years ago???? holy shit???

six months too late a shameless big bang fic by @motherfucking-gallagher

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I went searching for so long for this but omg i wrote this!! I wanna do another one so bad I’m so happy it’s still going on

guess what’s up!???? my big bang! it is up and posted and ready for your enjoyment!

summary:  Mickey had gotten use to the quietness of the house and the emptiness inside him, he was starting to realize that Ian would never come back home after he abruptly left. Until he shows up and everything that was now settled goes to hell.

I hope you like it, it’s a hella short one shot, but im proud of it :)

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Can we just skip to the part where you tell me I have a death wish? You have a death wish.

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Apparently, Brumback was an academic legend. Yeah. A legend of accepting thinly-veiled bribes from wealthy New York families all so their kids could attend one of the most prestigious boarding schools on the East Coast.

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LeBron James & Stephen Curry embrace after USA beats France 98-87 to win the Gold medal. Photographed by Michael Reaves & Gregory Shamus.

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sophie telling malcolm “you were just a kid” actually destroys me in every way humanly possible. he was just a kid. I was just a kid.

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We have sign-off from DOJ. You're fired. What?

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MALCOLM BRIGHT & DANI POWELL in PRODIGAL SON, 1x02 “Annihilator” 💚

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You claim to care about your son, yet what you did 20 years ago harmed him irreparably.

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new chapter based on this tweet lol -

“You know you were my favourite player growing up.” Tyrese kicked the toes of his shoe into the floor, looking past LeBron.

LeBron was unscrewing the cap, tossing it to the side, tilting the now open bottle onto Tyrese’s lips. Forcing Ty to grab the bottle, gulping half of it before handing it back.

“Who is it now?” LeBron asked thoughtfully, sitting down on the side of the bed, patting the seat next to him.

Tyrese flopped down, curling up next to the older player as he did.

“Still you, obviously.” He mumbled, smiling a little at the admission.

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He saved a lot of lives that night, including mine.

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I'm willing to let go.

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- M. A. Thompson, ‘I Won’t Write My Poem ‘Till I’m In My Right Mind’

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Okay, just hear me out. Trust your old man for once. I didn't kill you. That's got to count for something, right?

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I just want a proper end 🥲

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in/sp