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very niche but i honestly think william and summer could be cute. i think if their relationship had some time to develop theyd make for a great blushy teenage situationship. they would get together and then break up after two months and become detectives independently, setting up an "i cant do this on my own..... but i know someone who could help" scene. something something right person wrong time working out past issues mystery-drama-comedy. i just think theyre neat and could work well together

When I was five, I burned my hand on the stove my mother never warned me not to touch. Wrapping my hand in bandages, she told me “You’re a leo, your soul seeks the warmth.” All I understand then, was pain. My mother was born in the late fifties, an immigrant to this country, and she believed in the power of the stars alignment. It wasn’t the first time, nor would be the last my zodiac became the cause and not the effect of her neglect. I broke my ankle, when I was seven, jumping from my dresser. Convinced with my sheets wrapped around my neck, that I could fly. My mother whispered into my hair as I cried, “You forgot the feathers, child.” With a cast on my leg, and a faded scar upon my palm, I listened to her soft voice, with the accent she tried so desperately to hide, tell my favorite story. Of a boy ruled by the sun, burned by the things he could never touch. Icarus must have been born a leo, too.

You would not cower in the face of your heart, Or your dreams, And that was how I knew I was wishing on burnt out stars, That they were not shooting but dying, That we were not strong, we were desperate, And why would you look at me when you could look at her? I covered my eyes but I could still hear you speak, And dear god, why can’t I say what I mean? I have a list of things your voice reminds me of, A clatter of a spoon, A sunflower stem, The sun breaking through a hurricane, Your windpipe filling with rain, Like honey seeping to the bottom of the sea, Would you recognise the voice of me, If I were to let you, This is what I’d say, If the world could not see me I wouldn’t even stay.

those conjoined twin horse toys are the best most important thing i have ever seen in my entire life

love bucky barnes inviting steve over for shabbat. love steve returning from the ice and feeling so confused and lost and going to shul and finding himself as he connects with hashem. love bucky coming back and finding out that steve has just had an adult bar mitzvah. love them having a beautiful jewish wedding ceremony together.

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You say his name like you’re caressing it, as if you could hold his body against your tongue without your teeth curving into his spine. The flowers that bloom from his blood, they fill your lungs, curling into the spaces between your ribs - You name them all after him.