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my favourite smile🥺🥺

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megan thee stallion as pinhead from “hellraiser”

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It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966)

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Christmas 2021 Reading List 🎄

For the ➡️2020 Christmas Reading List ⬅️

This got posted a bit late (technically if one is just starting the list, Christmas is almost over 😁); I wasn’t really planning to share (originally just for myself and something as a personal reference to keep track of my past readings and to-read fics) but I got some asks/messages for a dedicated curated list of Christmas fics. So, voila! If you love Christmas-themed stories like I do, you’re welcome to check the list and hope you find your favorites! Don’t forget to reblog the fic or send the authors love/nice comments too!

🎄Happy Holidays!⛄

Thank you dear authors for these gifts of stories that definitely added cheer to the holiday season 🥰

[about 70+ fics 😲]   [set in winter time leading to Christmas | I did not include new year-related fics though 🤔]

per member | collaboration | per author

🎅🏻per member

Keep reading

#thank you for the mention ♡ #my first time appearing on a rec page i rlly appreciate it 🥺 #thankuthanku <3

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mean lesbians and shy bisexuals need to makeout

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ngl i love seeing boobs. gotta be in my top ten

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jungkook and his iconic undercut ♡

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yeah besties ive tried to finish true love so many times i think ive just outgrown (?) that concept n storyline bc it’s been months and trying to crank out words on that google doc is like pulling teeth

#im sorry :( #new stuff soon tho hopefully?

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the short hair gives him the extra daddy quality

#oh i cant feel my legs

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ah yes my favourite trope

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soft

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for twenty-year-olds who have never been loved

All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.

This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?

The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.

At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.

Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.

But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.

The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.

They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.

And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.

#me crying #:(

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i come up with a cute fic idea write down my silly little thoughts for an hour and then never open up google docs again for at least another month

#this is why true love isnt finished #i lose motivation so quickly #ill just be typing and then im like wtf am i saying and delete everything #im sorry :(