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mysterygrl20 · 1 month ago
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November 20, 2024 | Yin Anan
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acrosstobear · 1 year ago
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lando.jpg Back again
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skyfallscotland · 10 days ago
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Me, as Tumblr explains “communities” and still doesn’t give me a group chat function:
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feminist-mina-harker · 9 months ago
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botanikos · 6 days ago
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"Your faults as a son is MY failure as a father. I made too many mistakes. I cared too much about your future then you yourself. I am truly sorry. Stolas. You are a man worthy of my love, and many men greater then I. You are talented in diplomacy, intrigue, intrigue, and above all else loving in a way I could never be. One day I shall not be. I know you'll bring glory to us in a way I never could. Forgive me my son, for the birthdays missed, the accomplishments taken for granted and uncelebrated. May your own children never know the pain you have."
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THE WEIGHT OF WORDS WAS CRUSHING. . . . How many times had Stolas dreamt of earning his father's favor? So many wrong turns and silly little hops through hoops that were either too high, or simply not meant to be reached. At every turn, regardless of whether or not Paimon expressed it, Stolas heard a single word, over and over hissing across his mind: wrong, wrong, wrong. Some of his father's disappointment was undoubtedly earned. He will not deny that. But there was so much he had craved, had sought, and hoped for. The words come to him now, spilling forth from formidable vision of the King himself, and Stolas peers up at him with uncertainty. Tears burn the back of his throat and well at the edges of vermillion hues, but he does not let them drop. Not because he does not want them to be witnessed, but because Stolas himself refuses to shed them. Not out of spite, but strength. Respect, of a sort. Quiet and nearly imperceptible hoot is proffered in response before he gives a slow dip of his head in acknowledgement.
Are you well? He wants to ask, uncertain of where the dam of apologies and fondness broke from. Did something happen? Have you been drinking? But instead, the prince smiles, hands lacing neatly behind him.
"That is not entirely true," he begins," but I accept your apology nonetheless. I was hasty in my youth to build resentment towards you. Yes, there is much you could have done better. . . . But — well — you had your reasons. I may not have agreed with them at the time, and I still do not now, but I can respect that your efforts and actions held value. We may not be close — you may still find me a troublesome deviant and a fool, and I may never come to fully understand or agree with you, but you will always be my father. The efforts you did make do not go forgotten."
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regina-cordium · 3 months ago
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its always when im trying to go thru an ao3 tag that my dad comes downstairs bc he cant sleep
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saltyfilmmajor · 6 months ago
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nah nah nah, why is JAMES getting a Yellow card for That.
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moltage · 2 years ago
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this hasn't left my mind since yesterday like how is this Man Real
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readwing · 11 months ago
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NY Times Connections game, I would like a word
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scaryscarecrows · 2 years ago
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"What is that?" Jason hisses. He's got a slightly better view--there's a larger hole in the wall a few inches above Antoine's head--but there's an okay gap that he can look through if he crouches.
'That' is. Uh. It looks painful, for starters. Long reach. Spiky.
"I don't know," he whispers back.
"What the fuck?"
"Aw, c'mon, boys, I want you to meet my wife!"
Wife? This thing has a wife? That is a mental image he never wanted and also shit, there's apparently more of them--hey. Hey, that's a...that looks like it goes somewhere.
He shuffles towards the hole in the floor. Yeah, yeah, that looks like it goes somewhere. Good, maybe they can--
CRA-ASH!
It's a paint roller, it's a paint roller with nails in and it just came through the wall.
"Peek-a-boo!"
"Run!"
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mysterygrl20 · 7 months ago
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May 18, 2024 | Boun Noppanut
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fruixtii · 2 years ago
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MALLEUS’S FUCKING GROOVY?????????
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artkaninchenbau · 9 months ago
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A h-heartfelt reunion..?
Bonus
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m-y--p-a-s-s-i-o-n-s · 11 months ago
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David Tennant part from “Tell It To My Heart  - Juliette Lewis w/ the cast of Camping
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seeinganewlight · 1 year ago
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that one part of the tiktok that niall posted...i've watched it an obscene amount of times. he knew what he was doing
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I don't think this guy knows what an equation is.
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