─── 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

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Y'all won't ever believe me because I can't even believe it myself, but DIETH's Hubert (lead guitarist for performance) replied to my story and we chatted for a little and he sent me a video with Guilherme (guitar & vocals) and Michał (drums). This is the sweetest yet shocking thing that ever happened in my whole life. I'm seriously looking forward for the next time they come to Spain and try to sneak backstage to talk with them, they seem the nicest <3

(Also I need to get David to sign my 2010 magazine ‘cause I almost got him yesterday).

───  𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘

Update : Michał started following me on insta!

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Let me introduce you my small shrine of David, which is composed of him and only him…

I love him sm, I can’t wait to get more magazines and posters ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ . He’s my favorite musician ever, I really hope to see him again and I’m praying to meet him ughhh…

God watches with teeth. Every breath I take feels peeled, every thought a trespass. I was born already wrong, wired for fire, taught to kneel before love that punishes. My sin is entrenched, carved into me by hymns and eyes that never blink. I don’t pray anymore. I implore. And even then, I wait for the slap, not the pity.

I love Him like a blade to the throat, beautiful, agonizing, inevitable. My chest splits open at the thought of Him, ribs pried wide for a light that burns more than it warms. I whisper His name and taste ash. I tremble not from doubt, but from the awful ache of knowing He sees me, every flaw, every filth, and still demands my adoration. I would crawl to His altar with bleeding hands, if only to feel worthy of the terror.

I rot for forgiveness and understanding, pleading for acceptance, and yet, my pleas are only answered with silence.

Y'all, give me phil/dime or dave/david ideas,, send them on asks and I'll see what I do !!!

I'm open to smut, angst, fluff, anything pretty much :3

Sorry for not posting anything new, I don’t have any new works yet. ( ´ ᯅ ` “)

Please bring back your fics shlawgh ill die

Im sorry gang 💔💔💔

Hiii, I felt like really pouring out my feelings on a fic (since it's also been a while). I used David to portray my thoughts and feelings since I have a hugeeee attachment for David and blah blah blah,,, well, the point is that I self-reflected on him and if anyone is interested in seeing him suffer, this is your fic. Btw, big fat content warining for suicide attempt and mentions of other issues.

Rating: Explicit !major character death!

Relationship: --

Summary:

“You’ve been off lately, man,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “Is everything alright?” David forced a smile, one he had perfected over the years. “Yeah,” he lied. “Just tired, you know?”

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1985

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64030417

I was bored and wanted to do the rice purity test, what de hell 🥀💔