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do not go gentle into that good night

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but first... a toast! *clinks bulges with you*

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sorry i was passionate & intense & insane. it will happen again

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with you.

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still my favorite waltz

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Lotus.

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They say “all good boys go to heaven” But bad boys bring heaven to you

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You’re my moonlight.

Drew this while listening to Ariana Grande’s new album Moonlight ;P.

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Sweet jazz music, checkered floors, a great view of Death City, not to mention the funny little waiter serving you tea :). The Black Room Cafe.

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Give into the madness.

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Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.

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The “oh I could definitely write this fanfic in under 5000 words and it really wouldn’t take me that long” voice in your head is actually the devil speaking

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Request: Soul x Maka on New Year day~

(New Year kiss turning into a little more…)

Happy new year!! *3*

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Wanna dance?

Hello~ this is for the wonderful anon who was kind enough to throw me a bone and drop me a prompt (’: thank you so much, and I hope this is okay.

Maybe I’ll post a part 2 that will probably be a little NSFW, but till then, I hope you like it! (:

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The door slams behind them and their panting fades with the laughter disappearing down the corridor. The room is quiet, and soon the only sounds are the soft hum of the air conditioning and their breaths, gentle and slow, but the tension is palpable. Only moments before, they’d been laughing in the hallway as they stumbled in, separating from their group of friends. But the reality of the bright hallway and the noise of the wedding reception have faded away, stripped from their chests now that they’re alone.

Maka is beautiful, he thinks. Standing there, barefoot, in her wedding dress, with her hair loose from the intricate up-do it had been in as she stepped almost shyly up to the altar.

He’s seen all sides of her - in battle, bloodied and bruised, but never yielding. In anger, cheeks flushed, fists clenched, her eyes burning with the intensity of her rage. Her brows furrowed with confusion, bent with the effort of stopping the tears as they burn down her cheeks. Her green eyes sparkling - just like they are in this moment - and the soft tinkling of her laugh as the sun plays off the tips of her hair.

He’s seen the side of her that blushes as she tries not to remove her clothes too awkwardly, self-conscious of her body before him when all he wants to do is kiss every inch of her skin. He’s seen the worrywart that hovers around him when he’s sick, the sleepy girl who wants nothing more than to curl up with him on a cold day.

He loves every part of her, even if he hates some of them sometimes, because put together they form the person he loves the most - the most beautiful woman in the world. He’s the luckiest man alive, because he gets to call her his wife.

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isn’t she lovely?

partly for me because i was really anxious and needed something to do, and partly for earth-shines because she’s been working so hard lately and she deserves nice things in life. 

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The baby has Spirit’s eyes.

It should be more revolting than it is, because Soul had spent a good deal of his adolescence dreading interaction with the elder scythe out of respect for his meister and the fear for the safety of his junk, but when big blue eyes stare up at him in wonder he feels nothing but a flooding warmth.

Blue eyes look good on her. Blue eyes are innocent and pure, expressive and beautiful, and Soul chokes up a little as he tugs her dress over her head.

She wiggles and blinks, stares at him and garbles nonsense.

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All Dogs Go to Heaven (except for that one)

I feel like it’s been too long since I published a thing so here is this. This is inspired by Fab’s dog walker au (highly recommended for fluffy fun) but otherwise has nothing to do with it. So consider this a SoMa au AU. 

With girls he’s met at bars and brought stumbling home, they’ve only made it as far as the door when Oni, his giant mutt, sent them crashing to the ground. After two separate trips to the emergency room with pouting girls in spangly heels and the beginnings of an intense hangover, he’s resolved to staying clear of one night stands.

At least at his place.

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