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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Z2Pcj07VtofohuhDTbdsCbDb-XT41KmL6oKL1p-55Sg/edit if you’ve seen this floating around i wanted to ask if you’d be comfortable if Rewind is printed in this way? I love the fic and would love to re-read it on book form (esp since i wouldnt mind making a cover n stuff too)
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REWIND AS A PRINTED ACTUAL BOOK?
MY FRIEND, GO RIGHT AHEAD
so long as you don't sell it and stuff BUT HOLY SHIT
IF YOU MAKE THE COVER PLEASE LET ME SEE IT
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The girls are at Mohegan tonight...! 😉🙌🏻🔥 #lovetheseladies #ohdamn (at Mohegan Sun)
You know.... i think is better erase this blog (? Maybe not, i´m not sure about this
I MADE THIS PAGE BC IM SO ANNOYED WITH METEOR GARDEN THANK YOU I WILL RESUME WATCHING NOW HAVE A GRATE DAY
When you eat an ice cream but it turns out to be your distant friend Oranges Terry's Cream, #OhDamn
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*Chuckles low and mockingly* You truly believe it is your power they want? You are endlessly amusing in your cluelessness, really. Amelie was a normal human once too. They don't care about your supposed power, they care that you are malleable, just like the rest of them. They can twist and bend you in any way they desire. After all, you will gladly allow it; It isn't as though you have anything else going for you. Even your dear Reaper is nothing but a pet. Of course, you would never admit that. You're his little knight. His little plaything. Two hopeless souls trapped in a cage and you don't even know it. Truly pathetic. He would leave you behind the moment the leash tightened around his throat has been broken. You know that, yes?
"You have no right to speak about Reaper like that." he'd interrupt, his heart pounding away in his chest as the adrenaline the rage was producing coursed through his veins. His hands wouldn't stay still, flexing and tensing, shaking if left still. How dare this person speak of Reaper so sourly. They didn't deserve to even say his name-
"......"
The last two sentenced still him, his narrowed expression turning blank in an instant. That organ in his chest would sink into his stomach, taking a half step back as if he was physically punched. He couldn't speak, his body wouldn't allow him to yet. His mouth felt disconnected and breathing was becoming a challenge..
"He..." His voice was weak, much weaker than before, "He would not.. Reaper would not do that.. He would never do that to me.."
