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everyday I pray Zillow makes a comment section
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you wouldn鈥檛 last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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zeb-z 3 days
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vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.
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I need a way to say this character makes me feel insane amounts of lust but not in a sexual or romantic way
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They're my whole world as for now btw
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gimme #69 >:)
Send me a number 1-100 for a song and prompt!
It鈥檚 been a billion years - I give you qsmp star wars au <3
69 - Rivers and Roads - The Head And The Heart
Missa sits down at the side of the river, and considers the lightsaber in his hands.
The crystal inside hums, a frequency he thinks he can almost hear, a feeling in the back of his throat. Like Phil but a little to the left, familiar and comforting. Green like the crystal, like Phil鈥檚 energy, an inexplicable energy. It鈥檚 a feeling he can hardly understand, let alone describe - it just is.
It鈥檚 almost home. It鈥檚 almost the comfort of his sheets and the soft shine of the sun through parted curtains, it鈥檚 almost the scent of cooked greens and the earthiness of a fresh pot of tea. It鈥檚 almost the way Chayanne knocks his head against his side to show affection, and the way Tallulah shakes things to get their attention, and the way Phil smiles, all soft and content, when he thinks no one else is looking.
The river that runs alongside him murmurs, a soft rush of water that also reminds him of home. It runs over mossy rocks, laps softly at the green shores. The force tugs his consciousness a mile ahead where it鈥檒l widen, and then drop off a cliff face in a waterfall. The wind blows along the top of the water, tugging at the ferns and ruffling the leaves. A mile ahead, there鈥檚 less trees to soften the breeze. A storm is brewing just off the cliffside, promising rain in less than an hour.
Missa takes a deep breath, recentering himself. He wonders how someone can feel so content and homesick all at once. A paradox of some sort, to feel the force fill him with such life out here, yet have such a gaping hole of what he misses eating at him.
The crystal changes its tune, like Phil but to the right this time, if that makes any sense at all. He presses his forehead against the durasteel hilt and closes his eyes, and hums to himself. He thinks very hard about the family he misses.
It鈥檚 almost home - and he thinks that what makes the longing that much worse.
(Across the galaxy, Phil wakes with his arm stretched over empty sheets, smelling petrichor and damp soil. There鈥檚 the fluttering of something - something, dancing to the tune of a song so familiar, weaving between his ribs and wrapping around his heart. Glimpses of green, a rushing river, a familiar voice singing without an instrument to accompany it. Something that鈥檚 almost home.
He opens his eyes, and the feeling is gone.)
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zeb-z 4 days
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give that girl a grilled cheese
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zeb-z 10 days
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Echo putting the bad in Bad Bitch with this move
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zeb-z 12 days
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oh no cigarettes for me thanks i just wanted to be in this dank alleyway with you
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zeb-z 12 days
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She took the pages.
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zeb-z 15 days
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I need this hiatus over stat I鈥檓 having Caspian withdrawals
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zeb-z 16 days
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mfw I sacrifice my vision for knowledge of power. surely this isn鈥檛 a metaphor for anything
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zeb-z 2 months
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Raise your hand if you have also been personally victimized by the barometric pressure changes 馃ゲ
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zeb-z 2 months
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nothing brings me more joy than critically engaging with media that was clearly not designed with critical engagement in mind. it鈥檚 the media studies equivalent of like, idk, trying to skateboard up a flight of stairs.
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you know, I've been thinking, after this trail of carnage, I might just hang my sword up. just gotta slay these last few villains and I'll have evil solved, and there will be a place for me in this peaceful world I've created. with the sword.
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