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violetheart77 · 2 years ago
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Happy Pride Month
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venus-light · 2 years ago
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What we seek, however, is not power over people, but the power of control of our own destiny:
ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!
// Become Ungovernable, Medium // BLACK PANTHER PARTY’S FREE BREAKFAST PROGRAM (1969-1980) // The Genius of Huey P. Newton, CounterPunch // Abi Thorn’s Trans Power Speech Transcript // Nina Cried Power, Hozier ft. Mavis Staples // Jackboot Jump, Hozier // Backlash Blues, Nina Simone // Be, Hozier // Take Me To Church, Hozier // Tomorrow is My Turn, Nina Simone
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feng-shui71 · 1 day ago
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Combining these 2 asks since they’re both about Vamp! Au Junior and Alvina
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Actual info is below cut, more extra doodles at the end as usual bc i’m allergic to making 1 doodle per ask:
Ok so first off, yeah they still do have children in this Au except obviously Junior and Alvina are Dhampirs, half-human and half-vampire hybrids. I like to think the two are less powerful than Wesker, as they aren’t a pure vampire like him, however some abilities of his have been passed down to either of them, including shapeshifting and flight. Unlike Wesker, the two can also roam freely for the most part when the sun is out, their skin is just more sensitive and will burn if they are exposed for too long without any protective measures such as sunscreen or aloe vera. I like to think they were still concieved due to Vampsker being a former vampire hunter himself, being the Captain of him and Jordan’s team until he let it slip one day, kinda like the Vamp! Au equivalent of S.T.A.R.S. (will expand on this later if u guys want I havent put much thought into it)
In terms of living, the two are with Jordan. Unlike the regular Resident Evil universe, Vamp! Wesker does want to play a part in his childrens lives, however due to Jordan’s fear of him she doesn’t allow them to see their father, believing that he’d be a bad influence for the two (she is completely right in this case.) and honestly is just horrified that he’d harm them, Vampsker loves Jordan but he throws her around like a ragdoll, a mere plaything that he can cut into and bruise when he’s feeling a bit bored. It’s no wonder she doesn’t want them to interact, it’s one thing for her to get hurt (which she kinda likes, you’ll never get her to admit this though,) but for Wesker to rough up her children? yeah no. Every so often after their routine hunt, Vampsker begs Jordan to let him see them, which after some convincing she does, internally cursing herself for still being somewhat soft for him. I think Junior and Alvina both yearn for Wesker’s attention in this Au due to Jordan’s restriction, the man influencing both of them wayy more since his absence isn’t his choice. This is an absolute nightmare for Jordan, Junior is 10x worse in his mischievous behaviour and causes problems all the fucking time, ranging from some dumb prank to literally disemboweling a man and eating him alive to satiate his blood thirst. Alvina isn’t as bad but she’s still an evil little shit due to her vampire genes, way more sheltered than regular Vina too. Alongside this, the rift Jordan put between Wesker and the kids causes resentment between her and them, however I like to think they’re still somewhat close in this Au due to her protectiveness towards them, don’t get me wrong though they’re still super pissed at her all the time and just want some freedom + attention from their dad, they get her concerns but want her to lay off, it’s suffocating.
umm also ik Alvina’s the only white one complexion wise but Junior gets whitewashed here too unfortunately bc of his vamp genes <\\\3 goodbye melanin
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maverickcalf · 1 month ago
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Hello gang, I have exciting news! I finished chapter 16 of Hometown Skies! You can read it here:
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CHAPTER 16 of HOMETOWN SKIES
Summary: Goose fills Maverick in on what Viper said and Maverick learns what true friends are like.
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happilychee · 1 year ago
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fairy tail characters and light pt.2
♡ gajeel is the flash of light on a blade. swinging through the air, the zing of metal on metal. you almost buckle under the weight of his strike, but you've never felt more alive, a dragon's roar in your chest.
♡ loke is the glint of gold on passersby. a luxurious watch here, a sparkly earring there. here one moment and gone the next, shining so fast you would've missed it. you hear his voice in your ear, his breath hot on your neck. you look beautiful today.
♡ minerva is the glow of an aquarium display. blue, green, even purple bounce off the walls as fish swim overhead. admiration and wonder, a never before seen occurrence leaving her in awe.
♡ sting is the sunlight dotting the path of a lush green forest. playful, flickering, an ethereal moment. you twirl on the grass, admiring how the light dances over your arms the way his fingers dance over your skin.
♡ lucy is the golden glow of a curtained window late at night. it's witching hour, and the streets are quiet, save for the click-clack of a typewriter and the rustling of paper. a shadow moves, standing up to stretch as she waits for your return.
♡ mavis is the flicker of a candle, illuminating her ghostly face. sometimes she's in the office, dainty fingers trailing over dusty books, helping you read the titles. othertimes, she's in the infirmary, watching over an injured guild member and keeping the shadows at bay. out of the corner of your eye, you watch her image flicker out, and you wonder if she was ever there at all.
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antzinha · 11 months ago
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Woah splatoon headcanon thingy.. I am not good at wording my ideas and whatnot really well so some parts might be weird to read but overall I think I got the point across well
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unpredictable-probabilities · 7 months ago
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Why is Spotify calling me out
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peter-newkirks-smolder · 24 days ago
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I’ve got so many fairly good fanfiction ideas but my brain is too noisy to write.
My life is suffering
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mrbexwrites · 2 months ago
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OC Favourites
Tagged here by @winglesswriter <3 I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get round to this, but I'm super excited to do this :D
Rules: share photos of your OCs' favorite color, season, shoe choice, weapon, food & drink, clothing style, mode of transportation, animal, pastime, and breakfast and if they're an introvert/ambivert/extrovert BONUS: Add some music/songs that fit their aesthetic (the songs don't have to be their favorite songs, just fit their vibe)!
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Mavis Baird
Colour: Brown
Season: Autumn
Shoes: Boots
Weapon: Crowbar
Food: Oranges
Drink: Whiskey
Clothing style: Old t-shirts, a plaid shirt, leather jacket and worn jeans
Mode of transportation: transit van
Animal: Not really an animal love, but has grown fond of a cat
Hobbies: Hunting demons
Breakfast: Whatever supplies she's able to get her hands on!
Passing the tag onto @surroundedbypearls @queen-tashie @cowboybrunch @spideronthesun @kaylinalexanderbooks @words-after-midnight and offering up an open tag to anyone else who fancies showing off their OC :)
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jessythebunny · 7 months ago
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🖤✨Diesel x Mavis✨💛
Emo goths
Bad teenager x trans emo girl
Diesel x Diesel
Headconons:
🖤💛Two diesels in love
🖤💛Diesel is one of the most rude characters and does not respect anyone. Whether the train is steam or diesel,but Mavis is only one who he's respect idk why
🖤💛In the classic series, Diesel hated Mavis very much and did not show her any respect, and as time progressed he began to adapt to her
🖤💛Diesel feels very embarrassed when he hears someone talking about Mavis
🖤💛Speaking of embarrassment. He also feels it more when he is ordered to help her by Sir Topham Hatt, like this is happend in the episode "Thomas the quarry engine"
🖤💛they both like smoking and they don't give a fuck about their health. Simply because they are not human
🖤💛Sometimes he likes to play tricks on her just to raise her spirits and cheer her up, but what happens is exactly the opposite. Mavis hates pranks very much
🖤💛Diesel and Mavis like to spend their own time alone, but Diesel really hates it when Diesel 10 spy on him and laughing at them
🖤💛Diesel likes to flirt with Mavis and slaps her in her ass/jk
🖤💛Diesel is such a dumbass and an idiot to the point that he loses his mind if he finds someone flirting with Mavis, even Paxton tried to calm him down several times, but it did not work
🖤💛 🎵feel invincible-Skillet🎵
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theriddlersunderwear · 6 months ago
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Uncuffed Pleasure P. 1
SMUT. SMUT SMUT ALL THE SMUT. THERE WAS PENETRATION SONIC.
Mavis Cooper, but he's a detective. Adding to his lore. Gay sex, Oswald is both baffled and insecure about being with a police officer.
Oswald was a shivering mess as he came down from his orgasm, his heart pounding in his chest. Who knew the new detective was so good with his mouth.
His eyes fixed on Mavis, the man's lips still wet, and Oswald's face darkened with redness and embarrassment.
"God, you're...you're a damn mess…" he muttered, reaching down to tug the boy towards him.
The two kissed, Oswald pulling the detective's body on top of his with a sharp gasp.
Mavis’ lips were still dripping with Oswald's release, the taste of it on his lips, and he pulled the boy in even closer, the realization of what they'd just done only adding to the heat rushing through his body.
Oswald broke the kiss after a moment, panting for breath. "Damn, you…”
Oswald became increasingly aware of Mavis rubbing against him. The blue-eyed angel was painfully hard.
The feeling of the male's hardness suddenly made him feel a little embarrassed again, I mean fucking a policeman, what would his MOTHER say? But Oswald was too far gone to really care all that much.
"Mnn...you're, um, excited..." he muttered, feeling the boy's heat against his body.
"It's my turn," Mavis whined. "That's a police order.”
Oswald flushed. The Penguin was already getting aroused again. He looked down at the GCPD detective that was straddling his waist.
“An order?” He teased. Oswald Cobblepot didn't take orders.
"You may be King of Gotham, but you still answer to the police. And the police wants blown.”
A jolt of excitement rushed through the crime lord, and he suppressed a shiver at Mavis’ words, as well as the tone of command.
He swallowed, a mixture of arousal and uncertainty going through him.
"I...if those are your orders, officer," he said, his voice a hint huskier.
"That's Detective Cooper to you, Cobblepot," Mavis said in a sultry voice.
The tone went right through Oswald, sending a shiver down his spine, and he involuntarily let out a quiet sound of arousal.
He leaned forward, pinning Mavis into the bed and keeping him there with a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Detective Cooper," he repeated, his voice low, "What are you going to do? Arrest me?”
“I just might,” Mavis said in a bratty tone. “Don't make me cuff you.”
The threat of handcuffs made Oswald shiver, and the way Mavis was leaning back and looking up at him had the man's face burning redder than ever.
His heart was racing now, and he swallowed heavily, reaching forward to pin Mavis by the shoulders, keeping the boy in place.
"You wouldn't dare, officer," he said, though his tone was a little shaky with excitement.
A gasp left Mavis as he was restrained against the mattress.
"Go ahead, Cobblepot. I like my criminals rough," he growled.
The boy's response was like a spark of heat in his gut, and Oswald shuddered at the thought of being rough with Mavis – the Detective, a cop, someone who was supposed to be keeping his city safe.
"You're asking for it, you know that, darling? You're just begging for it," he snarled, his hands tightening on the officer's wrists and pinning him in place.
"Careful... damaging city property is a crime," Mavis murmured, sucking Oswald's neck.
The feeling of Mavis’ lips against his neck had the boy shivering, but he still managed to let out a shaky snort at his words.
"Oh no. What should I do? Is the detective gonna punish me for it?" he teased, tilting his head back to allow Mavis better access and digging his fingers into his wrists.
"I'm not above spanking... but it might count as police brutality," Mavis squirmed, grinding against him in search of friction.
His shameless grinding made it hard for Oswald to form a coherent sentence - he was barely able to keep a hold on himself.
"Nnh- God, you're a menace, you know that?" he growled.
Mavis freed one hand that was held over his head and gave Oswald a light smack on the ass.
The smack, though light, was still enough to make Oswald let out a soft gasp of surprise, his body jolting in reaction to the hit.
The realization that it was Mavis - a cop, his police officer - hitting him like that sent a rush of excitement through him, and he dug his fingers into Mavis’ arm, almost whimpering.
"...you cheeky bastard," he snarled, though there was no real force behind it.
When Oswald first met Mavis when he came to Fish's place with Harvey Bullock, Oswald hadn't imagined that he'd be having sex with a GCPD detective months later. It was funny, really - Oswald had spent so much of his life fearful of the law, wary of the police due to the rampant corruption in the city. He'd never imagined that he could ever get that close to a cop, never thought he'd ever be so intimate or trusting of one...
And yet, here he was, with a detective pinned underneath him, making him feel good, and making him feel wanted.
All reservations about the King of Gotham and a GCPD detective being together were thrown out the window. The two men started devouring each other in a frenzy of rough kisses, tongue, and saliva.
The kisses were positively messy, with both men so eager and desperate that the kisses were more tongue and teeth than anything else.
Oswald's hands were everywhere, roaming all over the cop's body, wanting to feel and touch and possess every inch of him.
"From the front or back?" Mavis asked between kisses, his nails scraping down Oswald's back.
The Penguin gasped as Mavis’ nails scratched his skin, his eyes closing as he shivered at the sensation.
"I-" His voice was shaky, mind too clouded with pleasure and desire to really make a decision.
"H-however...however you want it, darling," he finally breathed, his hands squeezing the boy's hips.
“Turn around,” came the breathy command.
The order, coming from the boy, had Oswald shuddering, and he didn't hesitate to obey.
He moved into position, shifting and turning around until he was facing away from Mavis, his body tense with anticipation.
There was no time to stop and dig out a bottle of lube. Mavis just spit on his hands and rubbed himself down, calling that good. He was slow as he entered, holding Oswald flush against his chest.
The feeling of Mavis filling him had Oswald arching back against him, his body instinctively trying to pull the man in as close as possible.
A cry burst from his lips, a sound of pure ecstasy - it was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he suddenly found himself wondering why he hadn't done this with the detective earlier.
"What do you want, baby? Fast or slow?”
The Penguin's brain almost seemed to short-circuit at the question - just the thought of having the choice was a lot for his already overwhelmed mind.
"Please-" he choked out eventually, "Please fast, please, God don't go slow-”
And holy shit did Mavis deliver.
The speed had Oswald almost whining, overwhelmed with the sensations, almost like he couldn't keep up with everything that was happening to his body.
His entire body quaked with pleasure, and he found himself desperately trying to hold back anything more than soft whimpers and moans.
"Where do you want me?" Mavis groaned, nearing his climax.
The question had Oswald squirming, his mind struggling to focus enough to come up with an answer, to think enough to answer him.
"M-my mouth, my m-my mouth-," he panted.
"Yeah?" He gritted his teeth, started to rub Oswald. "You want it? You want to swallow?”
Mavis’ voice, the way he was touching him — it was almost too much for Oswald to handle, and he keened, struggling to string together a coherent sentence.
He nodded desperately, needing this, needing more than just touch.
"Nn-yes," he whimpered, "Please, please, I want it, I need it-"
Mavis pulled out carefully, moving so he was in Oswald's mouth. He managed to be both gentle and rough, shoving his member down Oswald's throat. He brushed Oswald's hair back.
"There you go, needy brat," the detective said fondly.
The name, combined with the man's tone, had Oswald flushing with embarrassment - and excitement. He'd never before enjoyed being called anything so demeaning, but the way Mavis was speaking to him had him shuddering with pleasure.
He wrapped his lips around Mavis, trying - and failing - to suppress a moan. The fondness in the detective's tone didn't go unnoticed. Like he genuinely loved Oswald.
A shudder cascaded through Mavis’ muscles as he released himself. Oswald swallowed hard, some still coating his bruised lips.
The feeling of the detective releasing down his throat sent an almost dizzying pleasure through Oswald's body, and the man swallowed, savoring the taste on his tongue.
When Mavis was done, he pulled back, panting shakily. He was a mess - lips red and hair disheveled, and he was still shaking slightly with excitement.
He licked his lips, savoring the taste, and looked up at Mavis almost hungrily.
"Now we're both a mess," Mavis teased, wiping his chin. Both of their lips were dark and bruised, and they were littered with hickeys, bite marks, and scratches.
The two were an absolute mess, and Oswald wouldn't have had it any other way.
The marks all over his skin and the aches all over his body had him feeling a strange sense of pride, like Mavis had marked him - claimed him, and the thought had him shivering in excited pleasure.
"I...I don't think I can walk," he muttered shakily, collapsing back on the bed.
"You can't walk on a good day," Mavis pointed out with a smirk. He snuggled up to Oswald, cleaning could wait.
The comment had Oswald flushing with heat, his eyes narrowing as he shot the man with what was probably supposed to be a glare.
The attempt was ruined by the fond smile on his lips and the way he leaned in to rest his head against his chest, his arms curling around Mavis’ body as he cuddled in close.
"M' tired," he mumbled, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh.
But one question--one tiny question--lingered around at the back of Oswald's mind. A question born of insecurity rity and a deep mistrust for the Gotham police.
Did Mavis really love him?
The thought appeared, unbidden, in the Penguin's mind.
Oswald was all too used to relationships of convenience, transactional bonds where people only pretended to like you to use you for their own benefit.
But Mavis...he was a man with morals, with a strong sense of justice. And, most damning of all, an officer of the law. What reason would he ever have to truly want to be with someone like Oswald?
"You're thinking real loud," Mavis prodded gently, rubbing Oswald's back.
Oswald jumped subtly at the boy's question, the soothing rubbing on his back making it difficult to maintain his composure.
He opened his eyes, staring up at Mavis for a moment. He should just let it go. He should just let the doubt go, and enjoy this for what it was.
But that insecure part of him was too difficult to ignore, and before he could help it, the question was falling from his lips.
"...why me?”
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remembertheplunge · 6 months ago
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Pandemic and Protest And an Altered State Of Living.June 2 to June 4 2020
June 2, 2020 Tuesday 6:14pm Jail Lobby
Barricades are up near the entry door to the lobby..Like, they are trying to protect from being rammed into.
I just invented a new term: Trump-demic! Inspired by the “oh fuck” Trump pandemic meteor hurtling at earth post card I sent to Zoe recently.
This edition of the Journal is the Protest edition. Protests rage across the country. 
Jared Is not happy that I spent $60 on this journal.
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Notes : 7/8/2024
I wrote the above entry in the lobby of the Stanislaus County Jail 5 miles West of Modesto. Large cement barricades had been set up to block an attempt to forcibly take the building by Black Lives Matter protesters.
My sister Zoe and I liked to send humorous post cards back and forth to one another. On portrayed a meteorite racing toward earth entitled “oh fuck”. It was the Trump Pandemic meteor!
I had paid $60 for the leather bound journal that I wrote the June 2020 entries in. Jared was my law clerk and business manager and was not happy with the investment.
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6/3/2020 Wednesday 7:10pm 
NPR: Market Place is on. The Pandemic--Protest is in full swing!
I was up in Stockton at the jail. a fellow defense attorney said police are surrounding the court house. She told me not to come to Stockton tomorrow for court. Too dangerous. She will appear for me.
Meanwhile, Jared said a protest in Oakdale today went violent.
The feeling out here is shaky.
The protests flair here. The virus flairs there. But you never know where or when.
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Notes 7/8/2024
NPR was National Public radio and Market Place was a show on that station. I listened to Market Place a lot in the early =days of the pandemic. They had honest reporting of how the Pandemic was unfolding.
Oakdale is a town in eastern Stanislaus County, California. 
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6/4/2020. Thursday 5:20pm Rasputiun’s
Cut. Cut. Gone The two trees marked for destruction are gone. Progress? Productivity? Pandemic and Protest Rage, cutting down 2 trees took priority.
Jerad and I had a beautiful talk with the female clerk at Preservation Coffee House this afternoon. She went to the Sunday 11am protest at 1010 10th (down town Modesto, California) and will go to one in Ripon. She told us that“We need to be willing to be injured to push for change.” .
Magnificent.
Jared said that during the Oakdale protest yesterday, Trump 2020 “all lives matter” stood across from “Black Lives Matter” protesters.
People are out in mobs now. 
I think 10,000 protested yesterday in San Fransisco, Thelma and Louise style, racing for the viral cliff’s edge.
I anticipate a spike in virus and in violence.
Mobile Art Gallery just passed
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Notes 7/8/2024;
Rasputin’s is a DVD record store located near highway 99 and the rail road tracks in Modesto. During the pandemic, when I could no longer write in coffee houses, I would sit in my car, listen to Mavis Staples songs, write and observe. I got to know the area of the parking lot that I would write in very well. Two young trees I often sat near had been marked to be cut down  with white paint rings around their trunks. On June 4, they were gone and I eulogized them in my entry.  There was another man who would at times park there, too in his hot yellow sports car. He would read his  newspaper. He never looked my way, but, I’m sure that he saw me. Pandamic exiles resorting to a parking lot for covid free reverie.
In 2020 I started noticing Graffiti on the trains as I drove up and down  Highway 99. In March 2020, when the State was in  lock down and the highway electronic signs were screaming out “Stay home and live!”.  I had to be out and drive for court. I never sheltered in place. Besides, I wanted to see the world in its grip of fear. It was fascinating. But, scary , too. And there were the trains. And the Graffiti art work on the train cars. And they were comforting. A message written from before the time of the plague , barreling along as if to say, come follow me . I will lead you to safely out of the virus veil. 
Preservation was Preservation Coffee in Modesto where pre pandemic I spent many hours writing. Post pandemic I have rarely returned and never to write there.
Thelma and Louise was a 1991 movie in which two wild intense women go on a crazy vacation that finds them hurling over  a cliff in the end.
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aroaceceliaripley · 1 year ago
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i think every character in the world should be aspec unless stated otherwise tbh. all of them
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maverickcalf · 2 months ago
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Summary: Maverick and Carole deal with hearing bad news.
Post Top Gun 1986; pre TGM fic; Actually wrote this a while ago but never got around to promoting here.
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literaryspinster · 7 months ago
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I do not care how the movie ended, in my headcanon, Mavis gets some help, moves back to Mercury (she'll probably have to with the book series ending and her being out of a job), and ends up with Matt. They are perfect for each other I'm sorry.
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versipellesh · 17 days ago
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don't freak if some of my post disappear,, doing some blog cleaning :D
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