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sapphlopods · 6 months ago
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[OC] what could they be doing at the shoal?
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breadsw0rld · 15 days ago
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Shading isn't my best, tried smth new with lighting :]
Ref +alts under cut !!!!
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spinostarz · 21 days ago
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THE WELL AND THE LIGHTHOUSE PMV/ANIMATIC
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very very jean valjean centric because i love him and he deserves the world <3 im not sure if pmv or animatic would apply better to this, but either way, i hope you enjoy it!
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fadelbison · 1 year ago
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Ray's mother, music and the barriers to his heart that Sand must overcome
TW: discussion of suicide This is building upon the shorter meta I wrote here about the Micro song that plays during Ray's suicide scene. The parallels between Ray's arc in falling for Sand and Mew are so overt that I was completely overlooking the person that Sand is really up against in Ray's wounded heart and who, I believe Mew is ultimately a proxy for - his dead mother. I go into a little bit about how Sand's affection for Ray can sometimes read as familial here and I think it's quite readily noticeable how Ray acts very childlike around Sand with his puppy dog eyes and constant wheedling. One thing I do want to note is that Ray doesn't particularly come off as childlike in any of his other interactions either with his friends or in his conversation with P'Yo except for perhaps that first night when he got drunk and told his friends how much he loved them and during the suicide scene when he cries wrapped up in Mew's arms, distraught by how his mother never loved him. I think Ray is the epitome of someone with a deeply wounded inner child and the only way he can ask for love is as a child, somewhat helplessly and appealing to people's caretaker/protective nature. The parent child relationship between Sand and Ray comes up a few times through the episodes. The earliest explicit acknowledgement as far as I can tell is here at the end of episode 2:
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There's another explicit nod as to how their dynamic is set up within Sand performing acts of service for Ray in Ep 3:
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Sand says he has been Ray's driver, drinking buddy, shrink and chef. Three of those things - driving him around, cooking for him and providing him emotional support are not just familial activities but activities you would normally do for a young child. Sand pointedly leaves out that they've had sex from this list of services. And yes, that's because Sand doesn't view sex as a service and if it was just this then it would be hard to make the point that I'm trying to make which is that Sand needs to fulfill that parental attachment need that Ray craves; give him that type of no strings, unselfish kind of love before he will ever be able to gain Ray's trust enough to be able to build a romantic relationship with him. So how is the show making this point? That Sand is replacing not just Mew but Ray's dead mother in his heart? Well, let's start with the two things that Ray's mother has left him with: 1) music and 2) her alcoholism. Ray's friends were all very surprised when Ray volunteers to arrange the music for the party. While that was more about Ray's lack of interest in taking responsibility (His now in restrospect gut wrenching 'I'm only good for spending money' line from Ep1 like ouch) but it also indicates that none of them really know or connect with Ray over his music. How can they?
Music is such a deeply personal part of him, that's where he keeps the love he holds for his mother; the love that is entirely grief - painful in its vastness, beautiful in its consistency. And the first thing Sand tells him to do is be grateful for it - her good taste in music. The second thing? Is to show him how to enjoy it:
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The fact that he's taking his hand and Ray is half resisting it, the silliness of the gesture more than the touch itself but he's undeniably enjoying himself - It reads to me like the awkward, stilted movements of a childperson who doesn't know how to move their limbs when they're first being taught how to do something. And when you realize that the song that Ray plays for Sand in ep2 is the same one that is playing when he's taken the pills - the positive associations that Sand is making with Micro in Ray's life suddenly becomes monumental. This happens twice more in the show. Once, in the car when Sand ditches his date to drive them to Ray's house where they engage in a delightful flirtation around it, Ray singing badly while Sand eats it up complains about it
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And again, at the night of the party when Ray tells Sand to play Micro for him and Sand like the simp that he is serenades him with it:
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But their connection over music doesn't stop at teaching Ray to cherish and honor his past - and unknowingly the pains that are attached to it. No, Sand goes further to expand it, help Ray find a space for himself in music, carve a corner of it that isn't only pain, isn't only that moment of seeing his mother laid flat on that floor with a whiskey glass inches from her fingers.
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When music is such an integral part of Ray's personality how else does one interpret this scene other than Sand telling Ray to move on, when Sand plays Selina and Sirinya for him because finding new music he likes is Sand's happiness how else do I interpret it as anything other than Sand teaching Ray how to be happy? What am I supposed to do but pull out my own hair when they're connecting over music, looking at each other like this:
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And Sand will do it AGAIN - as the ep5 preview suggests - take Ray's hand and teach him how to enjoy contemporary music while Ray makes his awkward, adorable face where he's having fun in spite of himself. And the sheer amount of joy that Sand gets in seeing Ray like this is just - they're so insufferable:
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But perhaps the most surprising (and delightful!) of all is this:
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Ray taking his headphone off, interrupting this magical moment of being with Sand and the music, telling him he wants to be close to nature and drink beer - for the very first time Ray desires alcohol not as a means to destroy himself but as a vehicle of peace and of connection and I haven't been well since seeing it and understanding what it means. In many ways, Ray's mother is such a tragic character. I know nothing of this woman other than the three seconds I have seen of her dead and the frightful way she has driven her son to follow in her footsteps, to feel so unloved and unwanted. And yet she named him Ray Pakorn (pakorn meaning sun) - a ray of sunshine. Perhaps even, her ray of sunshine.
How can I truly believe that she never loved him?
I know Ray tells Mew that she never held him but he loves her so dearly, wants to be with her so desperately, she permeates every moment of his life so thoroughly that the loneliness she left behind isn't a gaping emptiness but the festering carcass of a love so profound and full to bursting that Ray keeps trying to give it away, keeps trying to love his friends, keeps trying to save them and aches in the way that he finds no recipient for it.
People wonder what Sand sees in Ray, why he would fall for him. But Ray is a creature made entirely of love, soft still in the way he lets it rule his life, innocent in the way that he asks for it, precious in the way that he gives it away - How can Sand be anything but desperately in love with him?
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mysticdragoni · 1 year ago
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Lloyd visiting Mystake's Tea Shop
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deathianartworks · 2 years ago
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I DREW YORK!!!!
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stageofsekais · 2 years ago
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what if this guy existed. and he had a dress and an umbrella. and he is super cool
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lixiesbabyhands · 2 years ago
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This post uses the all lowercase, minimal punctuation style that has become popular on tumblr.com. It has come to imply a lack of pretentiousness, a kinship and openness with the viewer, inviting them to enjoy a joke or opinion, content in the knowledge that the author isn't trying to be overambitious with their work, that this was a mere thought written down and cast into the universe, just happening to land with its audience.
This particular work would not be improved with correct capitalisation or punctuation, as that would ruin the effect of a low effort work going viral, a common tumblr occurrence, and a staple of this website.
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This post makes reference to the popular sandbox game Minecraft, developed by Mojang Studios and released in 2011. In order for the viewer to understand/appreciate the joke, the author has relied on their knowledge of the game. This can be concluded to be a safe bet since Minecraft is the second best selling game of all time (according to this article), and most viewers of this post could reasonably be assumed to be aware of its existence and basic mechanics.
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In Minecraft, animal mobs despawn "immediately if there are no players within a distance of 128 blocks" according to the Minecraft Fandom Wiki. Additionally, if the mob is "not within 32 blocks of a player for more than 30 seconds [there's a ] 2.47% chance [of it despawning] per second".
However, with the application of a name tag to the mob in question, the despawning process can be stopped, even if there is no player nearby.
The post above references this process by claiming that the viewer of the post forgot to nametag their boyfriend and he despawned.
The popular tumblr meme of "your boyfriend" has a couple characteristics. In it, the boyfriend is a helpless being, unable to affect the world around him, but able to be affected by the writer of the post, poked and prodded until he is irrevocably changed. This meme could be seen as a response to the portrayal of women in fiction as without agency and helpless, the "damsel in distress" character that tumblr, with its high population of feminists and activists, so dearly hates. A prime example of the boyfriend's lack of agency can be seen in this popular post.
The second characteristic of these posts is that they often include reference to current events, pop culture moments, or tumblr trends. This can be seen in this popular post referencing the vanilla extract meme and this one referencing the tumblr poll feature, as well as this one, which references the assassination of Julius Caesar.
The post in question fulfils both characteristics. By implying the viewer's boyfriend to be an un-named animal mob, the post likens him to the mindless creatures of Minecraft, unable to make their own decisions, subject to the whims of the game's code, without agency of their own. By referencing Minecraft, the post fulfils the second characteristic of pop culture references. In this way, the post is a perfect example of its kind and communicates its message clearly.
you didnt put a nametag on your boyfriend and he despawned. sorry.
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0littleladybug0 · 5 months ago
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haihai :3 could u please do mayhaps a cg!steve harrington x little reader an mayhaps they the little is a bit cranky >:O and maybe just wants extra cuddles and extra baby time w cg stevieeeeeeeeeeee :D I love ur acc btw
YES I CANNN!!!
this request is the cutest thing ever i love it so much (coming from a girl that gets supper cranky when im regressed 🤭
Cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader
Summary: someones getting cranky and Stevie knows just how to help
Tags/warnings: Age regression, gender neutral reader, tooth rotting fluff from our favorite cg, spelling mistakes if you squint your eyes (theres always gonna be at least one i miss), reader being the most teeniest tinyest baby ever, reader being insecure but dw Steve is to the rescue!, no use of Y/N, ive never written for Steve before so let me know how i did!!
DNI IF NSFW
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It wasn't an exaggeration that you were completely and utterly exhausted. Between classwork and picking up as many shifts as you could with your part time job, you were stacked with responsibilities and were constantly busy. Its not like you were doing it all alone though, you and Steve have both been working insanely hard. You both needed and deserved a nice break from the real world.
Your little space was just that, it was perfect for the both of you! You loved being taken care of and Steve loved having somebody to take care of, and he especially loved taking care of his sweet sweet baby.
The only issue however, was that you always had a problem verbalizing what it was you wanted. You knew that Steve loved being your caregiver and didn't mind your regression at all, intact he praised it any chance he could and was beyond supportive of everything, but you just couldn't shake the insecurities away sometimes no matter how hard you tried to.
You had spent all week without slipping into your little space, something that Steve noticed very quickly since you rarely ever go that long without regressing, even if its just for a hour or two. You wanted nothing more then to slip and be babied by your cg, but the insecurities in your head were too strong, and that made you want to slip even more.
Good thing for Steve though, he had an indescribable gift of reading you just like a book. He knew everything and anything about your regression, and he knew that the longer you stayed big, the smaller and smaller you would regress.
So when you came back home from an exhausting shift after your classes, he knew what you were doing.
You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch with a small whine escaping your lips. You were so tired you didn't even see him walking over to the couch, taking a seat right by your feet, rubbing circles on your back.
"Hi baby." he cooed, "lets change you into some jamies and get you some food, how does that sound?"
The idea of being all cozied up in your favorite pjs sounded like a dream, but the thought of having to get up and actually change, you simply just didn't have the energy for that.
you wanted Steve to pick you up and carry you on his hip, change you into your jammies and give you a nice warm bottle of milk.
And Steve always knew what you wanted. Which made you want to stay big even more, but you were beginning to slip and you couldn't help it.
"No, not tiny." you pout, trying to prove your point.
"You mean this itty bitty baby right here, this little one isn't tiny hm?" he asked, tickling you slightly at your sides. "Seems pretty tiny to me."
You giggle and squirm, immediately making you slip completely into your little space.
"Cmere sweetheart, lets get you changed, your to tiny to wear your big clothes, i cant imagine thats comfy."
"Wanna be in my jammies." you nodded in agreement.
Steve got up from the couch, a confused look lacing his face when he turned to see you staring up at him with big doe eyes.
"You want me to carry you, dont you?" Steve asked, already knowing the answer to it.
"Yes please." you said shyly hiding your face.
He chuckles to himself as he put his arms under yours and hosting you up on his hip. "Good job with your manners hun, where did i get such a polite little one?"
God he loved to see you blush and hide in the crook of his neck.
After getting you into some comfy clothes and a snack in your stomach, he knew that you didnt even need a bottle to knock you out for the night. Would you still be asking for one, oh absolutely.
You began to kick your legs when he hovered you over the couch in an attempt to you you down.
"No dada! No couch!" You shook your head vigorously.
"Baby, I gotta put you down somewhere, dont you want something to eat?" Steve asked.
You let out a whine and buried your head back into the crook of Steves neck. All you wanted was to cuddle with your caregiver, you didn't want to think about what you wanted to eat, let alone have the energy to actually do it.
"Just wanna stay with you." you mumbled, your voice soft and muffled from Steves shoulder.
"Ok How about this," Steve began, holding your cheek with his free hand so that you could look at him. "What if i made you some nice *comfort food of choice* and then a bottle after, huh? How does that sound?" Steve suggested, he could tell you were tired and fussy and all down right exhausted. he couldn't imagine all the big feelings you were having right now in your little mindset.
He waiting until you slowly nodded in agreement before walking over to the kitchen, with you still on his hip of course. After the food and the bottle was done, he walked you over to the couch and placed you on his lap. He pulled a throw blanket over your back and made sure your stuffie was close to your side and put on cartoons on the TV. You didnt have to ask him what you wanted, he already knew how to treat his tiny tiny baby.
he blew on your food to make sure it wasnt too hot before holding it out to you on your baby spoon, encouraging you to eat it.
He knew that in such a little headspace the last thing you had was energy to feed yourself. He never minded helping out his baby.
"Its yummy isnt it?" He asked in between bites, never rushing you and letting you take your time with the dish.
You would nod along, clinging to Steves side feeling your hangry crankiness slowly go away.
You giggled when he licked his finger and whipped your checks clean. Your laugher to Steve was like an angle choir, he would do anything to hear that little laugh.
After you were done with your food, Steve had so hesitation feeding you your bottle next. You could feel your insecurities rise again at the though of Steve having to take care of you so much, making you cranky again.
You tried to grab the bottle from Steves hand before he tapped it away.
"Its ok baby, let dada give it to you." he reassured.
That one piece of reassurance was enough to get you back into your baby headspace as you nuzzled your head further into Steves chest with a smile.
Your bottle was quickly finished as Steve reassured you with sweet nothings throughout it. He grabbed your paci and held it out waiting for you to take it. You had no hesitation letting him place it in your mouth. He brought both arms around you now, bringing you into a big bear hug. He layed down on the couch with you on top and ran his hand through your hair.
"Sorry i was cranky today." You mumbled through your paci.
Steve looked down at you at your saddened state. He hated when you apologized for feeling your emotions.
"Hey baby, look at me." He said, bringing a hand to your cheek, brushing it slowly with his finger. "You never have to apologize for the way you feel. Its ok that your not happy and playful everyday. Every baby has their cranky days. And i will always be there to take care of you no mater if your happy or sad or cranky or tired. Im going to be there for you no matter what. Im always gonna be here for my little baby." He kissed the top of your head and tighten his grasp around you.
You nuzzled back into his chest with a soft smile on your lips.
You felt loved. You were loved. Everything was ok.
You both fell asleep holding each other on the couch, you woke up feeling cured of last nights big emotions with the help of your cg and your littlespace. And even if you woke up and you were still little, you didnt worry about being too much for Steve. You knew he would grab you a juice box, set you on the kitchen counter and make you breakfast as you watched.
You truly couldn't ask for a better dada.
But yet again, he couldn't ask for a better little one either.
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imabeautifulbutterfly · 6 months ago
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hiiii! congratulations on your milestone!! i love your blog <3
for jukebox roulette, the song kiss & tell by idkhow is one of my favorites of all time and gives me major obi-wan feelings. maybe a lil fic for him? :) thank you, love u
Hiiiiii! my lovely @creatureoftheunderworldd
Thank you so much for loving the blog.
I hope I did your song justice. I have never heard of this song or this group, and thank you so much for introducing them! I LOVE THEM!
I hope you love this. It's a prequel to How Long Will I Love You?
Love oo
Kiss & Tell
Warnings: heartbreak, unrequited love, dealing with feelings, sneaking out, I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.
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Qui-gon spent all morning looking for you, and when he finally found you in the archives, your nose buried in a book, he sat in front of you, pulling the book away as he locked eyes with you.
“I didn’t do it, I swear Master. It was already broken.”
“No, that’s not … wait, what was already broken?” Qui-gon furrowed his eyebrows.
“Whatever was broken before I touched it … Master Qui-gon!” I realized who it was once I actually focused on his face. “Master, you’re back! I heard you were helping out Mandalore!”
Qui-gon simply chuckled as he shook his head, “Yes, my dear. You’re right, but…”
“How was it? Tell me everything? Are Mandalorians really as strong as they say? I heard that they have jet packs, live in their armour all the time, and they even sleep in it. Is that true? Did you get to try one?”
“Padawan!”
You clammed up, he’d only shout padawan when you were in trouble.
“Please, listen.”
“Sorry, Master”
He let out a sigh, slowly his smile etched back on his face, “You’re always a special one, my dear.”
You shrugged, “It’s called being young.”
“Don’t get too comfortable, age has a way of creeping up on you. Today, you’re 19, tomorrow you’re nearing 50.”
“Well that’s a bright and cheery thought. How can I help you, Master Qui-gon?”
“It’s Obi-wan.”
Your smile faltered as you thought about your best friend, “Is he okay? 
“No. He had his first lesson in heartbreak.”
For a reason you would rather choose to ignore, there was a pain in your heart, as it wrapped around and squeezed tight. You took in a sharp breath, “I’m sorry to hear that.” Your voice sounded flat even to you. 
“As his oldest friend, I am hoping you can be a shoulder to cry for him, as he will not talk to me.”
You rubbed your forehead nodding, “Alright, Master Qui-gon, where is he?”
“Where else, but the reflecting pool.”
“But, of course.” You smiled and stood heading towards the reflecting pool. It wasn’t the first time Obi-wan hid himself in the reflecting pool. It usually happened when something significant affected his life, or when he got in trouble after he rebelled. You smiled as you found him underneath his favourite tree, his eyes closed as he meditated.
You gently lowered yourself, fluttering your robe out behind you, as you sat beside him. 
Silence filled the space between you two as you simply stared ahead, watching the ripples in the pool. 
“You really not going to say anything?” Obi finally uttered.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
“Then why should I say anything?”
He let out a sigh, as he opened his eyes, “It’s not fair!”
“No, it’s not.”
“She could’ve asked me to stay.”
You nodded in agreement.
“I should’ve offered to stay.”
“That was another path you could’ve taken.”
“Why didn’t she say anything!”
You turned to look at him, locking eyes with you, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
He groaned as he flopped back against the grass beneath the both of you.
“Come on, you can answer it. Why did you say anything?” You shifted lying beside him as you looked up at the overgrowth from the tree.
“Because I didn’t want to walk away from the Jedi.”
“So … why do you think she didn’t say anything?”
“Probably because she knew I wouldn’t have been able to make the decision”
You nodded in agreement, “Yup, she probably did.” You let out a sigh as you stretched, placing your hands underneath your head, this wasn’t a conversation you really wanted to have with him. You didn’t want to know about him falling in love with someone else. You didn’t want to be the one that had to sit here and help his broken heart, knowing he’d never look at you the same way. 
“Obi, falling in love is not horrendous,” you shifted your head so you could look at him, “Having emotions isn’t the worst thing to happen. Just know that you’ll be able to help your own padawan someday when they’re head over heels in love.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I do. You have an exceptional mind, and when you’re not being a rebellious idiot, you’re quite mature. Take this time to heal from the pain, knowing I’ll be here to help.” You shifted sitting up as you turned to glance at him, “Any time you wanna talk about her, I’ll be here to listen. Okay?”
There was a soft smile on his face as he sat up too, looking at you, “Thanks, my dear,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “for being there for me.”
“You’re welcome. Now do you wanna mope some more or …” you smiled, with mischief glinting in your eyes. 
“Or?”
“Or do you wanna sneak out of the temple for old times sake, hit Dex’s Diner, and then hop the transport ships heading down to the lower levels? See how many jumps we can do from one transport to the next without having to stop for more than five minutes?”
“You’re on.”
You chuckled as you stood heading towards the lower level entrance that no one ever used. Even though it’s not what you would’ve hoped for, any time you got to spend with Obi-wan was a lot better than spending time by yourself in the Archives.
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sirstraws · 2 years ago
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you died! strade gave you another hole!
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FULL IMAGE on my twitr :3
please please dont let this flop i spent so long on it oh my god pleaseeeeee
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elongang · 2 years ago
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Woah look at me posting an edit on here for once :o
(This took my over 4 hours I’m gonna sob (the @ is my tiktok/twitter username))
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sour-roulette · 2 years ago
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I came to find, my fire was fate with you                            Heartache would stay with you.    “Honey”- Kehlani
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crownjevvel · 5 years ago
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i like to think cupid rambles a lot around him :)
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taylorftphoebe · 4 years ago
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hey guys, i made a uquiz! what taylor swift conspiracy theory are you? there are some pretty wild and memorable theories on here... which one best describes you? 
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seoschangbin · 5 years ago
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S I D E E F F E C T S
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