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[allgussiedup]

Gussie's blog

Dearest Gussers,

If you can dream anything, then why can't you be anything? Aren't dreams just the manifestations of our true desires? What is stopping you, little bird, from taking reign of those dreams and going out and grasping a hold of them? Tell me in the comments your dream! Let's start a dream chain! <3

[faunoverme]

HELLO WICKED'S REST. I AM AIDAN. I HAVE RECENTLY LEARNED ABOUT COMPUTERS! I CAN'T STOP SHOUTING! THIS IS FUN!

[chessyhoward]

I shouldn't be buying them, really, but I figured, your birthday only rolls around once a year and... you know, anyway, the point was, are they absolutely disgusting? I've walked around the shop four times and I've reached the point where I think I'll buy anything. I just can't leave here empty handed.

[killianford]

... What did you say? I can't smoke in here? We're outdoors. I don't think I'm compromising the integrity of the stuffed pandas.

[drmissymaclean]

This is rude, I know, but how attached are you to that last slice of pie? I promised my Gramps I'd bring him some back when I went for his meds and he's not the kind of man you feel good about disappointing. I can trade you for it. Although all I have to offer right now is a fruit roll-up and a coupon for a free museum visit. And his angina spray but he needs that.

[mrmaxhayashi]

Coming through, coming through. Happy New Year to ya when it arrives. Looking good! Hey, how're you doing? Oh, look who it is. Mind if I grab a drink here, cupcake? Or are we going straight to the block button?

[scuderiaelias]

Sorry, can you repeat that for me? You lost what?

[lovesickelodie]

And it's like yeah, she's our cousin, but we don't even know her. She doesn't know us. She doesn't want to, either? Like it's somehow our fault our aunt was a deadbeat who wanted nothing to do with her. Which, for the record, I think is real cunty. I just don't see how it's our problem. And Théo is like, weirdly excited to meet her, and I keep having to manage his expectations. Like, babydoll she does not want to see you.

[hiredassault]

@sillyjokes liked for a one line starter.

" Looks like we both wear masks, but at least MINE doesn't hide my sanity."

[kianmcgrath]

In fairness, I sorta just found him like that. I dunno about you, like, but when I find someone slumped over a toilet seat, 12 pints in and covered in their own sick it doesn’t exactly endear me to them.

[xaallo]

@fuckingshutup

"What?"

" You've never seen an alien before? Wipe that dumb look off your face."

[msdianaa]

open starter!!!

Hyde Park was officially her home away from home. It was serene, peaceful, and full of sunshine (even though she had been forced to leave the house with a dreaded parasol the wretched thing). Her brown eyes scanned the gardens before her, taking in the vast colours, the different flower families all habituating as one.

She stopped in her tracks though when she spotted something most unseemly hidden in plain site, right underneath the shade of some peonies.

"Good sir, I do not think that would be a most comfortable place to be for you to burrow. Surely a nice rock would be better." She mused, crouching down to take a closer look at the small creature, who slithered off rather quickly. "Well, that was rude." Diana mused to herself.

@londonhigh-societystart

[goofbcll]

"annnd done!" Hunk appeared below Blue. He had done routine repairs on all of the lions. The hardest being Yellow and Black, "She's good as new! Blue's very cooperative... Unlike Red." He sighs at the last part. The Red Lion always had her shield up when Hunk attempted repairs.

@whereheartscollide

[jollytalkerollywalker]

And then the little blighter bit my finger! Can you believe it? It's okay, though. He's sweet and I've already forgiven him. Oh! Oh. You said... I'm in your way. I thought you said 'how was your day?' and I thought, wow! How friendly! My bad.

[sevenseeded]

CONTINUED THREAD. @sixseeded

His grip tightened against hers, fingers firm, unrelenting, pressing her closer until her form was caught against his like a shadow locked to flame. If she intended to jeopardize the mission even out of anger, even for a reason she believed in, then he would make damn sure she didn’t do it easily. James Bond was many things, most of them half-truths buried in charm and misdirection, but at his core, he was more than the man he pretended to be. A creature carved from myth and war, from silence and consequence. His eyes snapped to hers rather sharp, unreadable and lingered like a loaded weapon. “Larke,” he breathed, low and clipped. One wrong move and the whole room would be dead. Now was not the time for pride or defiance. He could feel her resist, the subtle shift of her weight as if she might pull away, flee, strike and he almost admired it. But he leaned in closer, his voice brushing against the shell of her ear in a whisper only she could hear. “You can be furious later,” he murmured. “But right now, we finish what we started.”