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'We need more toxic yuri' You guys couldn't even handle Steven Universe

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pretty boy, consumed by death - a chreon fanfic
word count: 5.8k
pairing: leon s. kennedy/chris redfield
tags: Post-Resident Evil: Vendetta, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Suicidal Thoughts, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Vomiting, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Kiss, Arguing
It had been years since Chris had hastily torn out the page of a field notebook and scribbled his phone number down for Leon to take. Call if you need anything. Of course Chris meant what he wrote; he could never bring himself to regret offering Leon his help, even when it was inconvenient or frustrating, like now.
He just hadnβt expected Leon to keep that scrap of paper for so long. As if he thought it was worth holding onto.
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or: in the aftermath, they fall apart, and then pick up the pieces.
read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88467461
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
pretty boy, consumed by death - a chreon fanfic
word count: 5.8k
pairing: leon s. kennedy/chris redfield
tags: Post-Resident Evil: Vendetta, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Suicidal Thoughts, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Vomiting, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Kiss, Arguing
It had been years since Chris had hastily torn out the page of a field notebook and scribbled his phone number down for Leon to take. Call if you need anything. Of course Chris meant what he wrote; he could never bring himself to regret offering Leon his help, even when it was inconvenient or frustrating, like now.
He just hadnβt expected Leon to keep that scrap of paper for so long. As if he thought it was worth holding onto.
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or: in the aftermath, they fall apart, and then pick up the pieces.
read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/88467461
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sorry but it's not complete without...
itβs so hard for me to not doxx myself every single day btw. my oversharerβs spirit is being stifled by internet safety

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when the root of the tragedy was love.
all movies are for children because the moving image is inherently juvenile. to be entertained by it even moreso
Random tumblr blog roleplays as a philosopher. Shocks the masses by using big words just to say they think theyre better than you because you watch movies. WHHAAAAT?
thats right
the biggest word in this post is βentertainedβ
Anyway photography, silent films, and βtalkiesβ (moving pictures with sound) were all invented and made by adults and mostly for adults as the audience
last time i checked its basically just Boss Baby out there. not entertaining to a high-earning professional. heβs not even actually the boss heβs a baby
you forgot kung fu panda
No one cared who I was until I put on the cage
The Authorβs Barely Disguised Desire to Dom Man Ray apparently
this heatwave fucking sucks how am I going to serve my liege like this
im never leaving this hellsite
i swear if this is the second stupid sword picture post i make that gets to 10k i'll just go kill someone
FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!
okay cool 54k notes that's right you can stop liking this now

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reminders i need to like, tattoo on my brain:
1. if you feel judged and hurt by others, try sleeping
2. if you feel judgmental and resentful of others, try eating (the classics)
3. if you feel uncomfortable, try showering
4. if you feel directionless and afraid, go sit outside for a bit and maybe then you'll calm down. maybe even a walk if youre feelin crazy
5. take it easy, but by god, take it
oh and how could i forget. final boss. take your fucking medication
was talking to a coworker and realised i could not for the life of me remember his name but i was too embarrassed to ask because we've spoken multiple times so mid-conversation i started concocting a plan to nudge the conversation towards the ID photos on our building passes so that i could be like oh my ID photo is awful haha the camera they use to take these has a real talent for making me look as unphotogenic as possible and then he would say oh yes me too haha everyone says that (because they do) and then i would be able to say well let me see yours it can't be as bad as mine! and he would show me his ID because we are coworkers and why wouldn't he and this would allow me to see his building pass which of course would have his name on it and then i would be able to say well yours is perfectly nice it must be me that's the problem! and then we would have a polite chuckle about it and i would have his name without needing to ask for it and he would be none the wiser and all would be well but then before i could execute this fine plan a little voice in my head went "so this is some light yagami bull shit you are about to pull" which was such a violent reality check it shocked me completely out of my embarrassment and i went "hey im so sorry your name has slipped my mind could you remind me" and he did and it was fine.
"This is some Light Yagami bull shit you are about to pull" <- Littany against avoiding small embarrassing/awkward moments that don't matter with over the top ass mind games.
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