Can't Wait For The Poor Readers Of "The Pilot Program's Guide To Falling In Love With Your Four Best

can't wait for the poor readers of "The Pilot Program's Guide to Falling in Love with Your Four Best Friends" to bear the brunt of my astrology hyperfixation

"You aren't a mirror, Wyll Ravengard. I don't see a monster when I look at you."

"Strange. It seems I can say the exact same thing to you and it still rings true."

ny'quil and wyll my beloveds

✨ Please reblog the polls to make them reach out to as many people as possible, but KEEP IT SPOILER-FREE to make people listen to the music with an open mind 💖 Artists and titles will be revealed after the poll's conclusion ✨

Jazwares who produced Squishmallows and certain Pokémon plushies is donating their money to Canary Mission and other Zionist NGOs.

Please check this thread below to see which Pokémon plushies to avoid during this gift buying season

A warm hand comes to rest where his spine meets his neck. Heavy. Calloused. It stays for all of a second, maybe two, but it pulls the breath from his lungs.

“You don’t need to prove it to me,” Halsin’s voice was soft, somewhere behind where he was frozen still, “I already see your worth.”

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