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something something thank god I have a Kyle @cliqbaits
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*in an LGBTQ bookstore*
My Appalachian-ass wife: hey look itβs Gideon and Nona and them
Me: The Locked Tomb series?
do i spent $60 on the hollanov miffys
They're so badass they nail every single thing they do
Okay so the idea came to me during Shadow Lord, obviously. Just wondered what Ahsoka'd look like hitting Maul pose.
And then someone in the comments brought up that this reminds them of @lordfarquuuad 's "The Stars Are Dark", where Maul and Ahsoka swapped sabers for a sparring, and I can't unsee it nowπ₯Ή
That's it.
The year is 2026: you have just won your second Wimbledon. Out of respect, you didnβt mention his name in front of your losing opponent on court today (you did that a few days ago). But best believe you mention him in interviews and posts after because he is in your thoughts at times like these. Tennis does need him back. You are tennis. JANNIK SINNER YOU HAVE HIS NUMBER. CALL HIM. You donβt have to win matches and Wimbledon just to send him a message.
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He's such a gem!! π
continued from here for @senhoradanoite / "there's a difference between meaning it in your head and meaning it out in the world." dionte should know, as he's been ripped apart in two since a baby, and it might as well have happened from king solomon's hands himself β the power of surrounding forces carrying more weight in his obedience than the orders of earthly royalty. ( the truest version of the two performs for one royal alone, even though benjamin holds no authority over his home's rule. ) but instead of two warring mothers, the contest of dionte's belonging exists with his parents, the weight of a franchise, an audience of millions at large, versus himself. it's easy to see why he loses each and every time. it's a wonder there's any piece of dionte left for him at all, however small. he's scraped for every last fiber he still has, and each of those belong to ben.
"you always make things hard for me." it slips out, his lockjaw ever at risk of disappearing when the other's in front of him. dionte studies the smoke falling from benjamin's lips and wishes he could fill his lungs with it, breathe the carbon monoxide and tar in till it paralyzes every single bit of oxygen in his blood. he can't function anyway. not when the man he loves appears without warning and sucks out all smoldering embers from his bones that've been burning since their last encounter. "burger and fries ?" there's hint of amusement in his tone, but his world's too shattered for a smirk. "this a 'when in rome' thing β you really want the authentic experience ?" exhaling for what feels like the first time in hours ( it's been seconds, ) dionte pulls a hand from his pocket and nods. "yeah, let's go. i know a place."