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i am still not ever over that one picture of germany looking at italy while he’s asleep from the scary movies episode

i mean

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how much are you willing to bet that he looks at italy like that all the time

like

holy shit how did i even end up with this man

how much will you bet me that he looks at italy like that when italy’s just doing everyday ordinary stuff just like he’s a little shit sometimes but god he’s amazing

i mean the amount of adoration in that look

i

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make me choose: gtop or todae asked by bigbaeng

How some of my OTPS would break up and get back together

SasuSaku break up: 

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SasuSaku getting back together: 

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NaruHina break up:

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NaruHina getting back together: 

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ShikaTema break up:

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ShikaTema getting back together:

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InoSai break up:

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InoSai getting back together:

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SuiKarin break up:

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SuiKarin getting back together:

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NejiTen break up:

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NejiTen getting back together:

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In which Morgana isn’t just anyone to Arthur.

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Sherlock yawned and stretched as he woke up. God he was tired. He hadn’t slept for more than a couple of hours straight for the past year. He looked around his room for a few minutes. He had missed everything so much. John, the flat, his room, John’s room.. He sighed and frowned a bit thinking that he didn’t know if he would ever be able to refer to John’s room as their room again. 

He got up and walked to the bathroom. He showered and shaved carefully, the left side of his face still bruised because of John’s punch, but the cut on his cheekbone no longer bleeding. He changed into clean pyjamas, wearing his own t-shirt, not sure if John would mind or not, if he got one of his like he used to.

On his way back to his bedroom he made coffee and breakfast for John but left the kitchen immediately after that not wanting to disturb John with his presence when he’d come downstairs. 

He sat down on his bed again, placing the plate with the toast he made for himself down next to him. He grabbed his violin and smiled the tiniest bit. He had missed that as well. He started tuning it and applying rosin to the bow, slowly. He placed the violin under his chin and played a few random notes, sighing happily but he stopped abruptly when he heard John’s footsteps on the stairs.

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- What’s your name, again?
- I’m your number one fan!

I got a request to do this, from anon.

((Meh I’m not too happy about how it turned out, probs gonna delete l8r))

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