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Gardner hadn't expected any Christmas presents, but you were full of surprises.
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"Kageyama," Teruki finally starts.
"Hm?" he looks up.
"Did you know that every dream has some kind of meaning?"
"I heard that somewhere. Did you have a dream?"
He can't help but flash a charming smile. It's almost like a reflex. "Yeah, I had a dream that said I should be friends with you."-
After realizing that you're empty, it's hard to become a whole person again
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12 Jan 2026
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don't dream it (be it) by fastforwardty
Fandoms: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)
21 Oct 2025
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A story about closets, cars, and finding yourself at The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
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Ping! Uenoyama’s final ring toss bounced, fully upright, off the empty white bottle. He slapped his forehead with the heel of his palm.
“Uugghh, I suck at this,” he said, letting his head fall back as his hand slowly slid down his face, catching on his mouth and chin for dramatic effect. He glanced to his left to watch Mafuyu’s final toss.
It grazed the lip of the bottle but didn’t stick the landing. Mafuyu’s laugh chimed in his ears as he said, “Guess I do too.”Series
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Having finally grown tired of ignoring his mother's requests to have dinner with him and to see Erin, BJ drives his family up to his parents house for what should've been a simple Sunday dinner. Unfortunately, Hawkeye and his father are like oil and water: they will never mix.
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31 May 2025
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Every inch of Crona’s flesh was on fire. Maka’s breath warmed the space where her head laid, each soft exhale cutting into their skin like tempest winds, reminding them of the air that they undeservedly shared. Crona could feel every drop of black blood in Soul’s body gallop through his veins and capillaries through their touching shoulders, cells racing to the heart that beat just underneath the mountain range of angry scar tissue. The movie in front of them was barely comprehensible through the searing heat. Crona almost missed it when the main character started speaking again in passionate vibrato:
“We are all fools in love.”