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Are we irrelevant now? by tjbelltits
Fandoms: Escape the Fate (Band), Falling in Reverse
28 Mar 2025
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Since Ronnie parted away to his journey to prison, Max had gotten deeper into his depression, and the only way he found out of it were casual hookups and the needles. Rough times came for the band, since Omar parted as well -''To hell and back with Ronald''- he said before disappearing.
That's when the salvation came almost like a call from God, Craig motherfucking Mabbitt, ready to save the day and the band. Such a great vocal, the nicest guy they probably met in a while, their asses were saved now.
But, what about Max? What about his longing for Ronnie?
That's when the news of his release from prison arrived, and his world was turned into a deep shade of grey and some red spots that fought to crawl their way up. -
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- Part 2 of "THIS IS A GROUP CHAT™️"-Awsten
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Valkyrie had never understood how someone could love two people at the same time, nor the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. That was until a certain blue-eyed savior came into her life and turned her entire world upside down.
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А Дипперу, впервые за всё это время спавшему в одиночестве, снился кошмар.
Теперь мы всегда будем вместе, Диппер, - шептал ему его жуткий двойник, Ламаник Пайнс, и змеиная ухмылка рассекала ему лицо.
О да, теперь они всегда будут вместе.
На другом конце мира, в параллельной вселенной, Ламаник усмехнулся и заплатил за свою часть сделки жизнями нескольких человеческих отребьев.
Портал открылся. Диппер не подозревал, что вскоре его жизнь снова превратится в кошмар. -
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In the beginning I relished in it. My barely developed self relished in the constant smothering of my father and his friends, who were always showering me with affection and care. Nothing was ever more than an inch away from my fingertips. However, the masses of male attention could never make up for the lack of that of a mother. My mom was taken away from us a year after I was born. She perished in the war waging between my father and his rivals - a happening my father vowed to never let happen to me. Every move I made was surveilled by either him or a bodyguard. But as I grew older, the protective bonds wrapped around me started getting suffocating, growing tighter and tighter around my ribcage as I grew. I wasn’t allowed to go to a public school. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere alone. By now I was getting tired of always standing on the tip of my toes to look across the shoulder of the bodyguard standing in front of me. Of being kept in my room when “business” was going down in my father’s office. My phone was stocked with the numbers of my family, but never the numbers of peers. But as much as I hated it, I loved my father more. I loved my family more. And I could handle it. Or at least that’s what I thought.