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[traumeriinmoved]

@quoththedeerprince liked this for a starter.

   ❝Will you be my taste tester? I tried a new recipe.❞ Rosemary thinks she followed the macaron recipe correctly, but this is the first time she is making it so she sure how it has turned out. 

[theheroesyoudeserve-blog]

@quoththedeerprince

He puts his head down and smiles, giving one of those laughs that’s barely a laugh, just a burst of air from the nose. “Yeah, I guess human could fit.” He lifts his head again, shaking it slightly to rid his forehead of messy ginger curls. “Maybe vulnerable is a better word.”

Joshua lets out a low hum and leans back in his seat opposite his boyfriend. Slowly he reaches out, scarred fingers brushing over the others forehead, before coming to rest on top of McKenzie’s hand. “Then I like that about you. “ The young man says quietly, pale blue eyes observing the dancer. “Either way, I think you are amazing. Don’t put yourself down.”

[hopedreaminq]

@quoththedeerprince

“I know it’s not your birthday,” she called from the window, “But I ‘ave a surprise for you! I will meet you in your front yard.” Aimi slid down the window and gave a warm smile before turning and exiting her room.

[svblimesouls]

--@quoththedeerprince liked !

❛ y’wouldn’ happen t’know a li’l someone i’m lookin’ for would y’ ? name’s kenny ? ❜

     --a nudge to his side. she’s really SOMETHING, that’s for sure.

[miidnightersarchive-blog]

@quoththedeerprince

Ooh boy is he uncomfortable. Last time Dom had seen McKenzie was when Nan had taken him in and patched him up, and then he’d all but fallen off the face without a word. Utter shite was not nearly enough to describe the feeling that washed over Dom when he spotted the other boy - but it was enough to spur him into approaching.

“...hey?”

[theheroesyoudeserve-blog]

Mssg from: BehindTheShadows

More soul weeps with joy at the beauty of your drawings. 

[Attached to the message is a picture of an old gingerbread heart, with a fading Thank you message written in sugar, thats barely legible, as most of it has melted from some kind of fire]

@quoththedeerprince

[miidnightersarchive-blog]

@quoththedeerprince

“Hey Mac, have a cookie.”

The little witch gestures to the plate of cookies on the counter, in what would otherwise be a suspicious offer. Not known for her kindness, Callisto had a soft spot for the gentle boy. “I don’t bake, like, ever, but I had a feeling you’d be round today and so they’re baked with good thoughts in mind. An instant pick me up.”

[exsolutoque]

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[breakiitdown-a]

quoththedeerprince replied to your post “eidetic187 replied to your post ‘Harshness of reality’ yeah i...”

I bet they're the same kinds of people that change the news over though

I DIED 

[traumeriinmoved]

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[miidnightersarchive-blog]

@quoththedeerprince | continued

It’s not until Flynn hears the other person’s voice that he realises someone’s there, stopping short. Automatically, he tilts his head towards where the sound of their voice comes from, mimicking meeting their gaze. Fred, by his side, sits obediently.

“Oh, I’m sorry man, I didn’t realise you were there. How much are stuff have you got out? What kind?” Is that too many questions? Yes. But he’s interested now, and he wants to know more.