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A box office bomb is still a work of art.
Art is a way to tell people how you feel.
When you're in love, you want to tell the world.
When the world ignores you, you feel frustrated.
If you let frustration build, you'll want to build bombs.
If you need to make a bomb, make a box office bomb.
Art is a way to tell people how you feel.
When you're in love, you want to tell the world.
When the world ignores you, you feel frustrated.
If you let frustration build, you'll want to build bombs.
If you need to make a bomb, make a box office bomb.
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Race of Dreams II Round 3
Mystery was walking towards his ship, seeing if he can contact either Bobby and Shea, and get an update on their status, maybe also get a call into his family to let them he’s doing fine. He suddenly stopped when he felt a strong presence. He turned around and faced a floating spectral being of light, in a high collared dress with armor on it, the being in question was Vision, the spirit who created the Race of Dreams. He has grown tolerable of the Light over the years but it was still an unpleasant feeling to him, being a being of Darkness. He did his best to maintain composure in front of her.
“Vision, to what do I owe the plea
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Insanity (Prompto x Reader)
Prompto x Female Reader
"Oh gods, what am I going to do!?" Prompto yelled frantically, pacing back and forth in front of the campfire. "____ is so different from all the other girls I've ever met. She's just so... regal." Prompto sighed dreamily in his signature love-struck manner.
"Are you saying that just because she's a noble?" Noctis could understand if Prompto was gushing over Cindy or Aranea... but their traveling companion, ____? She wasn't for the faint of heart, namely Prompto. Seriously, Noct felt the need to snap him out of his infatuation with her... and fast.
While Ignis was making dinner, Gladio was on a short hike, and ____
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King Aleron and his new guest
“Sir?” asked the servant. “He may enter now” replied a rather bored King Aleron. He watched as, surrounded by his soldiers, what appeared to be an old beggar shuffled in. Clearly this would be just as boring as all the others, why couldn’t common folk ever be interesting? The servant cleared his throat. “Sir, this is the last one.” “Oh good” said King Aleron as they both turned their attention to the beggar coming up to his throne.
The beggar stood before the king, still surrounded by soldiers, as a thick silence filled the vast room in which they stood. Finally, the impatient ki
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