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my name's Emma || she/her || 14 || questioning myself || I call everyone kid regardless of age get used to it || and apparently @randomfandoms153 is my male parental unit now??? || I'm the weird equestrian at my school that most ppl hate for no reason || I have two horses who I love very much || I get sad easily and all the time so I might randomly DM you if I am just deal with it || see ya on the other side kid
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ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
FETCH ME NEIL
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rb if you’re in the weird zone of gen-z where you’re too young to remember old disney, but too old to know new disney, so instead you just remember shows like good luck charlie, phineas and ferb, shake it up, a.n.t. farm, jessie, austin and ally, and dog with a blog.
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hey that’s me😂😂
one time in study hall someone threw a pen across the room and the teacher said “what just flew across my room??” and without skipping a beat me and two other people said “my will to live” at the exact same time and she’s just like”…..same….”
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this actually went down in algebra today
teacher, waiting on the class to quiet down- i’ll wait
*10 seconds later*
teacher- i’m ready
me, very quietly- promotion
teacher- i said i’m ready
me, slightly louder- PromOtion
teacher- iM rEaDy
me, almost yelling- PROMotIOn
and then the whole class stared at me
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aww thank you🥰❤️😭
guys i actually went to my 8th grade dance and had…..FUN???? i also got to feel pretty-ish for a few hours until i realized everyone else looked really good and a lot better than me…..😬 i was also kinda sad bc i didn’t have a date or get asked to dance but that’s ok ig?? i was also disappointed when this one guy i like (i think he kinda likes me maybe?? idk he sends mixed signals) was looking hella fine and idk if he even noticed me😢 but for the most part it was fun especially pictures
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awww thanks😭🥰
story time tho
the guy in the on the left black suit in the 5th picture....hates me now and i’m not talking to him YEET
guys i actually went to my 8th grade dance and had…..FUN???? i also got to feel pretty-ish for a few hours until i realized everyone else looked really good and a lot better than me…..😬 i was also kinda sad bc i didn’t have a date or get asked to dance but that’s ok ig?? i was also disappointed when this one guy i like (i think he kinda likes me maybe?? idk he sends mixed signals) was looking hella fine and idk if he even noticed me😢 but for the most part it was fun especially pictures
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guys i actually went to my 8th grade dance and had.....FUN???? i also got to feel pretty-ish for a few hours until i realized everyone else looked really good and a lot better than me.....😬 i was also kinda sad bc i didn’t have a date or get asked to dance but that’s ok ig?? i was also disappointed when this one guy i like (i think he kinda likes me maybe?? idk he sends mixed signals) was looking hella fine and idk if he even noticed me😢 but for the most part it was fun especially pictures
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When I was a kid, my mom was a judge and my dad was starting his solo practice, and they both worked full time. There were four of us kids between the ages of one and seven (the Just Us League) and no decent daycares nearby, so they hired a nanny. She had three almost-adult children, and on days when she couldn’t work, one of her kids would substitute. The oldest kid was named Bob, age 18, and he had just finished army basic training when this all went down. Bob did not have the good sense god gave a rock.
I have an older brother, Jake, who was seven; then me, Hellen, age five, then Seth, age three, and my little sister Gin would have been one. It was late August, and we were at our nanny’s house, though she was gone for the day. Bob was in charge.
Bob should probably not have been in charge.
Bob tried keeping us entertained with board games and tag and movies. Gin took a nap. Eventually he decided to get creative, and sat us down in the living room with a game and vanished into the garage. There was a smashing sound. And then some saw noises. And then some hammering. And then we saw him going around the house to the back yard through the windows, though we were too short to see what he was doing. And finally, he yelled to us to come out into the driveway.
Jake and Seth and I trooped out. Bob had both hands behind his back. He stepped up to Jake and revealed what he had in his right hand.
It was a wooden sword. It was clearly made from what appeared to be parts of a chair’s legs, cut down and nailed together. He presented this, and announced, “You are Sir Jake, the strongest knight!”
He stepped up to Seth and presented what was in his left hand. It was another wooden sword, smaller than the first, also crudely made out of chair legs. He announced, “You are Sir Seth, the bravest knight!”
At this point, I was practically vibrating in place, waiting eagerly for my sword so I could use it to whale on my brothers, as god intended me to do. I was therefore understandably disappointed to be presented with the business end of a garden hose and told, “You are Miss Hellen, the Water Fairy!”
“No,” I said. “I want a sword.”
Bob was confused. “But you get water magic! Magic’s great!”
“No.” I repeated, holding the hose. It had a spray nozzle set to jet. “I want a sword.”
“Magic’s great. Magic’s better than a sword.” Bob insisted. “You’ll see. Wait here a moment.”
And then Bob ran around the side of house and vanished.
We stood in the driveway. Jake and Seth poked each other with their swords. I spritzed them idly with the hose, trying to decide which of them would be easier to steal a sword from.
And then we heard a quiet wooshing noise, and smelled smoke.
We turned. As we watched, a line of fire rushed around the corner of the house, consuming a path of gasoline poured into the dry August grass.
We paused and considered this for a few moments. I raised the hose and sprayed a jet of water at the fire. It went out. We glanced at each other. Then we took off running, following the trail of fire, spraying as we went.
The fire led in a path around the house to the back yard. As we turned the corner, we saw Bob, clad in a bathrobe and holding a curtain rod, standing in the center of a large ring of burning grass. He cackled manically. “I am the FIRE WIZARD! Your puny swords are useless! Nothing but water magic can defeat me!”
I promptly blasted him with the hose. He spluttered. The fire did not go out.
I turned the hose on the fire itself, spraying a section close to us so that it would extinguish. As soon as there was enough room, Jake charged forward, brandishing his chair leg sword with a battle cry. Seth, always happy to be included, followed. They ran into the circle and began beating Bob around the kneecaps with their swords. I kept spraying.
Eventually, Bob the Fire Wizard was brought down and all the fire was extinguished. Seth and Jake continued to work on bruising Bob’s shins, and I quickly discarded the hose to lend my fists and extremely pointy elbows to the cause. Bob lay in the smoldering grass, probably regretting using such sturdy chair legs.
Once we’d all tired ourselves out and lay panting in a heap, Bob decided it was time for the moral of the story. “You see, a sword is nothing compared to the power of a little girl with **magic**.”
We thought about this for a few moments. Bob nodded wisely. Jake and Seth nodded back.
“I still want a sword.” I said.
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If I don’t die in a penthouse at age ninety from overexertion from playing just dance, then what is the actual point
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One of the contractors at work drove past my shack on a forklift yesterday, stopped, backed up to my window and said, “hey, do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?”
My knee jerk response when asked this, even if it’s by a companionable dude old enough to be my dad, is to go, “uh, nah-” and then ramble uncomfortably until someone stops me-
-which is what I started to do, only to be cut off by Contractor saying, in an embarrassed rush, “some of the guys were asking me because you and I talk sometimes, but I didn’t want them to hit on you at work, so I told them that you Worship the Devil and would Hex them if they tried. I’m sorry.”
Which leaves me wheezing helplessly, trying to get my shit together, because this is honestly one of the nicest, most hysterical things I’ve ever heard someone say to me.
Oblivious to this, Contractor then follows up with, “and they were like ‘forreal??’ so I was like, ‘yeah, she’s probably a sadist, too, you can tell by her jewelry. She’ll stab you or something.’”
And tbh I can’t even come up with anything witty to say in response, so all I manage to choke out is, “pleASE LET THEM CONTINUE TO THINK THAT, I’M BEGGING YOU.”
And Contractor just smiles and is like, “Okay! I just wanted to let you know!” before driving off with his forklift.
Like?? Thank god for Contractor tbh. He’s an angel among men, and I hope the rest of his life is filled with prosperity and happiness and like, that he finds $20 on the ground every week for the rest of his life.
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Day 2
Now that wesley is settled in he’s really showing more character. so far there’s been no issues with him and he’s a very happy pig. he loves to chew on stuff especially gloves and boots and will JUMP to be pet. my brothers pig, dingus is having some issues tho. he’s just been kinda off today and part of yesterday. he has a cough and is sneezing breathing heavy and shaking but no fever. he also just seems kinda depressed. the vet is coming out tomorrow so hopefully we can find out what’s going on and help him out. i’m sure he’ll be fine and it’s something we can cure but i’m really hoping it’s just some home sickness or just the change in environment. i will try my best to keep updated with the pigs but i might not update again until we have had them a week. it’s not like anyone actually sees, reads, likes, or reblogs these so like who AM i writing for???????
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GUYS I GOT MY PIG
so this is Wesley and he is a very happy pig and he’s gonna be be 2 months old in 4 days. we got him along with his brother who my brother named dingus(it’s his pig) so today is day 1 of wesley’s journey and we can all watch him grow up together and he makes me happy😭🥰
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no you uncultured swines it’s obviously KISS🙄jeez
me, 5 years old: oh no, teenagers.
me, 10 years old: oh no, teenagers.
me, 15 years old: oh no, teenagers.
me, now, 18 years old: oh no, teenagers.
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