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some of these are quotes from tiktok creators, and some are from various other forms of media that were popular audios/trends on tiktok

❛ What you doing out here with all this ass? Double cheeked up on a thursday afternoon. Hella ass. The sun is still out. ❜

❛ You did this for what? Why?  ❜

❛ Why not?….Why not? ❜

❛ Girl don’t do it, it’s not worth it. ❜

❛ I’m not gonna do it girl. I’m just thinking about it. ❜

❛ Nobody’s gonna know. Nobody’s gonna know. How would they know? How would they know? ❜

❛ What in cousin fucking tarnation Alabama Betty Crocker miss fucking Betty White shit is this? ❜

❛ Ladies and gentleman, the volume inside of this bus is astronomical! It is way too loud! ❜

❛ *to the tune of Do You Wanna Build a Snowman* I said, do you wanna fight me? Do you wanna catch these hands? ❜

❛ Interior crocodile alligator. I drive a chevrolet movie theater. ❜

❛ I am very uncomfortable with the energy we’ve created in the studio today. ❜

❛ Whose horse is that? ❜

❛ *to the tune of What’s Up* So I wake up by noon, cause I’ve been crying all night, and then I go to the fridge cause there’s beer inside, and I scream from the top of my lungs - AHHHHH! ❜

❛ Oh she passed away? Ohh. Aw. Alright. ❜

❛ That’s suspicious……that’s weird. ❜

❛ Why is it spicy!? ❜

❛ Did we just pre-game a funeral? ❜

❛ I am not now, nor will I ever be, scared of death, because what is this bitch gonna do? Help? Fuck! ❜

❛ Is this a - is that a fucking honda civic? Girl, let me go before I get emotionally manipulated. ❜

❛ Ewan Mcgregor isn’t here. And realistically I knew he wouldn’t be here. I didn’t ask him to be here. But I suppose, I would just manifest it. ❜

❛ What the fuck are you going to do outside? You’ll still be depressed at Olive Garden. Shut up. ❜

❛ Do you ever wake up with like, um, pneumonia? That is not the right – I meant memory loss! ❜

❛ I just want to have one cognitive thought. ❜

❛ Bahahaha! Nothing bad ever happens to the Kennedy’s!  ❜

❛ I look pretty good for a dead bitch. ❜

❛ Honey you can’t dilute a war crime. ❜

❛ You know it’s horrible now, but I hope it turns out okay. Like children. ❜

❛ I didn’t run for my middle school PE teacher, what makes you think I’m gonna run for you? ❜

❛ Nothing in here is straight. I’m not even sure if you are at this point. ❜

❛ You see this?! It’s espresso. It makes the depresso go away. ❜

❛ I may be depressed but at least I’ve got an iced coffee. ❜

❛ Everyone’s always like “Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.”, but what if I want to be a bad bi? ❜

❛ Like dude shoot your shot. In my head, in my heart, I don’t care. I’m free on February 14th, I’m gonna be in my room. Bring your glock or your – I’m not gonna finish that sentence. ❜

❛ Listen, boobs are boobs are boobs. Little boobs are fine. Are boobs at all not boobs enough?! You want more? Jesus christ! ❜

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ℒ  ╱ ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ༺♥༻   𝙄𝙉𝘽𝙊𝙓 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎     ,    𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .     @ocultisms​ . (   ‘  it  cannot  be  a  mistake  to  have  cared .  it  cannot  be  an  error  to  have  tried .  it  cannot  be  incorrect  to  have  loved “ thoma @. Ayaka .  )

It’s  sad  and  poetic  and  not  what  she  expected  to  hear  within  his  soft  hum.    Ayaka  pauses,    breaking  away  from  the  setting  sun  that  warmed  the  skies  of  Inazuma  and  towards  the  boy  sitting  next  to  her.    She  watches  him  thoughtfully  from  the  corner  of  her  eyes,    noticing  his  gaze  remained  locked  onto  the  scenery  around  them,    to  the  beautiful  landscape  she  had  requested  to  see,    but  her  clear  eyes  can’t  seem  to  focus  on  anything  else  but  him.  

How  odd,    she  thinks  to  herself,  and  Ayaka  wonders  why  his  words  seemed  heavier  than  his  smile  made  it  out  to  be.   Despite  what  he  may  realise,    she  knew  him  quite  well.    They  had  been  together  for  so  long  now  it  would  be  ignorant  not  to  pick  up  on  his  quirks.    The  subtle  changes  in  his  demeanour,    and  how  even  the  softest  of  his  expressions  could  contain  a  sadness  she  couldn’t  quite  reach.  

What  was  he  thinking  in  this  moment?    He  was  a  bigger  mystery  at  times  then  he  knew.    It  was…  quite  lonely  sometimes.    Thoma  was  so  close,   yet  he  seemed  so  far  away  in  moments  like  this.    Eyes  glance  down  to  where  his  hand  rested.  Near  enough  that  if  she  dared  moved  a  finger,  she  knew  they’d  brush  against  his  own.    A  flutter,  and  she  wonders  if  she  should.   To  provide  comfort,    of  course.

It’s  only  when  he  turns  to  look  at  her  does  panic  set  in,    swiftly  avoided  as  fan  opens  with  a  flick  of  the  wrist  and  covers  her  face,    breaking  away  with  a  calm  elegance  she  was  known  for.    It  doesn’t,    however,    stop  her  throat  from  clearing,    nor  heart  from  pounding  wildly  against  her  chest.  

DILUC  “…you love lying.”      dense lashes flick low over a lambent red. warm lamplight gleams in the gold that holds kaeya’s choker together, leaps across the shoulder guard that is swallowed in fabric & fur that are a status symbol each- in the flourish of metal on his eyepatch.       bullshit in ornate layers.

unblinking, diluc holds his gaze. after a few loaded moments, he resumes drying the glass in his hands.