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wolfsplosion · 6 months
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guitar solos save lives (real) (not clickbait)
(study from the new mv!)
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robertdarlingdog · 30 days
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Welcome to..The Rainbow Neighborhood
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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 5 months
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Summary: Finn sparks a revolution.
Author: @peradii
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kikidewynter · 8 months
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streets are saying saints row was always better than gta
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addsalwayssick · 2 months
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the english language went hard with ‘Unhand me’ and ‘You forget yourself’ like every time i hear them im like oooo that’s cunty
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nike2times · 8 months
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+++y’all heard my new mixtape yet?¿
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girljeremystrong · 5 months
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i worry not everyone is aware that it's my sister's birthday today
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koifsssh · 8 months
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Maverick.
That is all.
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rastronomicals · 4 months
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1:59 PM EST January 4, 2024:
John Mayall and The Blues Breakers - "Have You Heard" From the album Blues Breakers with Eric Clapton (July 22, 1966)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
Two ships passing in the night, no?
File under: Beano
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eddie-rifff · 8 months
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peter hammill hot
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bafflement · 8 months
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Deaged Oz AU - Rumors In Atlas
The whispers had started long before Tip saved the little Faunus child, but his actions only served to strengthen them, make them more believable and more real. After all, now there were witnesses to state that Winter Schnee, or a boy calling himself that, had acted in exactly the way those old enough to remember the boy Atlas had lost would have acted. That? That changed things...
"Do you really believe them? Those stories, I mean? Even if they found the Schnee child, why would he care about us? He's human, after all... not to mention a Schnee..." The speaker reached up to scratch at one floppy ear, looking annoyed. He, for one, wasn't going to buy anything anyone said about them. After all, it had been far too long ago for them to still be the boy the whispers stated that he was...
"Nicholas' kid, though. And the old man? He cared, at least far more than Jacques did. What I don't get is why everybody's stating he's a kid." His workmate sighed, stretching overly tense shoulders, but his voice seemed more believing than his companion. The older Faunus looked almost wistful for a second, those around him suddenly forcefully reminded that he had known Winter Schnee, once...
"Maybe things'll get better? If it's really little Winter, then maybe he can help?"
"He'd have to grow up again, first... at least if things are to be believed. A temporal semblance... wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Imagine waking up in the future?" There was a hush as the meaning of those last few statements hit home. If it was true, then that would explain rather a lot, wouldn't it?
"Can you believe it?" A boy sneered, sounding disgusted. "Some jumped up kid claimed to be a Schnee, stood up for a filthy Faunus girl... no Schnee would ever lower themselves that far!"
"Maybe it was a stunt?" His friend asked, tentatively. "After all, with Jacques gone, don't they need all the good wiill they can get? I still can't believe he was such a monster..."
"Maybe. Wasn't there some cripple brat at the funeral? Could be them. Hey, maybe it really was Winter Schnee, figures the only person who'd be friends with her would be a dead kid."
He shot a venemous look over at Lily, who ignored him, content in the knowledge that she did have at least one person who cared about her. No, Tip wasn't at school with them, but he was really nice! Her parents had said that they'd let him come over to visit soon, she could see him again. she finally had a friend! Hey, maybe he'd bring the others she'd met, too? The bullies would never touch her with all those scary older kids around. Tip even had a sword! They hadn't looked very tough, running away from him, after all... she giggled to herself softly and continued reading. Maybe she'd be a Huntress, one day?"
The first protests started a few days later. Robyn Hill herself had gone on record that she'd met the boy in question. She'd had nothing but good things to say about the youngster who had thwarted what might so easily have been a massacre at her election party, which only really served to underline that something, at least, was definitely going on. They'd heard of the boy that she was talking about, little Wintertip Pine, too. And wasn't that just the coincidental name, under the circumstances?
Rumors were flying quicker than ever, so when James Ironwood came out and admitted publically that there had indeed been a temporal semblance involved in the recovery of one of the Atlas Four, almost the entire public were of the same opinion. It was Winter Schnee, the small, crippled boy that so many had taken into their hearts when he was snatched all that time ago. He'd been returned to them, so now? It was up to them to protect him, make sure it could never happen again.
After all, it wasn't like he could realistically protect himself, even if there were stories involving some sort of sword. That would just be laughable... right?
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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years
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The madrigal granddaughters taking care of each other when one of them is sick.
"Achoo!" Dolores sneezed, covering her nose and mouth with her elbow, making her arm now greasy.
"Hang on, prima, I've got you!" Luisa hurried to give Dolores a tissue.
"My mom said that looking nice helps you to feel nice as well!" Isabela informed her prima-hermana as she sat behind her on the bed a little higher up, combing and tying up her hair.
"And I've got your breakfast, lunch, and dinner," Mirabel said as she somehow produced an entire table full of meals. "Oh. and dessert!" Cue the cakes and cookies!
"Oh," Dolores' heart melted. "That is just too lovely. You are all too sweet!"
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em-writes-stuff · 2 years
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flufftober day 22
@flufftober
prompt: “have you heard?”
warnings: none
characters: echo, harbly (i’m slowly falling in love with him more and more. he’ll have a bigger part in the wip i think)
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Echo walks around the marketplace, arms full with small trinkets and gifts for Nyks. It scanned the booths, all filled with little treasures he’d love to buy one day. But for now he'd settle for the few items in hand. 
It stopped in front of Harbly's workstation eyes fixed on a beautiful dagger. He sets down his haul and holds it carefully. It's beautifully made, it can't see any faults in the blade and the handle was ornate in a way Echo didn't believe possible.
Harbly walks up to Echo and hums approval."Nice, isn't it? Took me long to make.”
"How much for it?” he asks.
Harbly gasps, offended. "No. For you? It is free. As long as it gets to Nyks. I imagine you're shopping for her? Or are those earrings for you?"
"Absolutely not. I can't accept this,” Echo protests.
Harbly waves his hand, "Have you heard? She is teaching my boy. If it makes you comfortable you can take this as payment."
Echo sighs and picks up it's haul.  Harbly sheathes the dagger and puts it on the pile, securing it between a cloak and a small brown package.
"Thank you,” Echo says. Harbly nods and turns away to another customer. While his back is, Echo fishes a few shells out of its pocket and puts them where the dagger sat. Before Harbly turned back around, Echo was gone.
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fandoms-spamdom · 1 year
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Andy Biersack
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Man the supreme court is removing our rights before I'm even out of bed in the morning
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dawnleaf37 · 2 years
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huge fan of the guys from rip
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