RIP MY SOUL
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Remembering And Forgetting by ghostknightswrites
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, Game of Thrones (TV)
11 May 2016
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Au where The Durin's are a proud house in the north of Westeros, Thorin has his home taken away from him by a different dragon, The Mad King Aerys Targaryen. Plagued by bitterness and memories of his old home, will Thorin be able to let go of the past and start a new life? Can he shallow his pride enough to let Bilbo Baggins in?
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Alternate title: What is this chat? Actual and literal hell. But gayer.
A stucky fanfic that started out as a joke but has slowly begun to consume my soul.
Also major thanks to my friend, who is now my partner in sin. She's cool. Check out her tumblr and DeviantArt, she's pretty awesome.
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- Part 1 of Very Gay WW2 Babs
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Orange had him pinned to the wall in less than a second, superhuman strength and speed in one lifting Red up so all he could do to keep his balance was wrap his legs around Orange's waist.
"Tell me you want it." Orange breathed. Red shuddered. "If you don't want it I'll go, just promise not to tell."
"You're an Impostor." Red said incredulously, confusion momentarily dispelling the haze of aroused fear. "Why don't you just fuck me and then kill me?"
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- Part 1 of Among Us shame
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Months after all the dust has settled and things have returned to normal, two Masters share a quiet moment.
Bookmarked by deepest_dooting
28 May 2015
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rbrbrbrbbrbrrbrbrbbrbrbrbrbrbr I REALLY LIKE THIS PLS READ IT
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Cas ran his hand along the countertop in the kitchen of the Winchester’s latest crappy motel. He turned at the sound of feet hitting the carpet, boots being slid into, the rustle of fabric, that alerted Cas to Dean’s presence. The hunter was slipping into an old grey shirt, trying not to wake his brother. “Is everything okay, Dean?”