I know nobody who's still here even remembers it but I'm listening to hozier's Francesca and thinking about Truck's very first ship on this blog and god. there's a part of my heart that will just always be there. "just fucking kiss me" just fucking stab me in the heart
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-appears briefly to deal with tumblr fuckery and stab her beloved friends in the heart-
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{a dream Truck has about Horst, pls?}
The snow falls slowly, big heavy flakes landing on his eyelashes as he walks. Behind him, a dim yellow light shines through a thin copse of trees. He thinks there are homes there, streets empty under the quiet of the night and the snow, a few stragglers hurring home with their coats up around their ears, a librarian with hair the color of the snow closing up for the night. But he is leaving them behind.
To either side, the snow piles in soft mounds over stone markers, and here and there a stone angel watches him pass with white wings and dark eyes. The mausoleum solidifies as he approaches it, silent and dark while the snow drifts around it, and he knows this is his destination. He knows when Ser Horst opens the heavy door with a smile that this is home.
When he reaches out to his friend, the blood on his hand is bright as a torch against the snow.
The General wakes up in a cold sweat. It has been a week since the young knight went missing, and he has not given up hope. He shakes off the dream, and he rises to meet the day.
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“I would die for you.”
“Yeah, but you won’t shut up for me, will you?”
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Candlelit Cavalry by Viko Menezes
“On this night, the dark will fear us.”
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[geralt] [booty] - to fondle my muse’s ass [ ASS ASS ASS ASS ]
"Is that chamomile and....basilisk stink?" he asks, sniffing Geralt's neck and maybe kissing it a little, but also pretending he isn't enjoying the heck out of the attention. "Don't think the fancy soap's working on this one. Have you tried tomato juice?"
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another fun fact for truck: i love you
Truck is delighted to be loved and would like to add that he admires people like you who are affectionate and enthusiastic and don't pretend they're too cool to love fictional characters <3
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I love people with obscure knowledge or useless academic insights. I want to hear your analysis of lighting in Ratatouille. Tell me about the history of soda pop or the references to classical mythology in Macbeth. I want to know about the underlying homoerotic context of that 1930s sci-fi paperback. I think all knowledge is worthwhile knowledge. Explain to me the ecosystems that komodo dragons inhabit. Don’t be afraid to learn for the sake of learning.
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I want to send some asks but I am out of practice and that’s harder than replying to things, so I’m gonna get some food first and hopefully that will help XD
Asks of all kinds are super welcome, esp sinday and ooc/headcanon asks because they’re the easiest to reply to
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[flint] ❝ likely as not, i’m not coming back. ❞ [ ouch ]
"You actually believe that?" Truck looked Flint over as if he'd find the truth in the creases around his eyes or the callouses of his fingertips as they tapped the splintered wood of the table. One answer seemed as likely as the other--Flint seemed to believe in his own doom just as thoroughly as he believed in his own invincibility. "Or just trying to keep me from getting my hopes up?"
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