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Sandra Lynn Faeth, one day I'll figure out your taste in men (and non binary people). But not today
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Presidential Candidate Kristen Chilis Applebees with campaign manager Rizbert the Ball Gukgak and Head of security Hilda Hilda no Dr. Keller no Detective Decker no Wanda childa NO Figeroth “the infaethable” Faeth.
The campaign of all time.
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Kipperlily’s best friend was Lucy Frostblade and she feels betrayed that Lucy chose her god over coming back to life, coming back to Kipperlily.
Lucy abandoned her, and Kristen Applebees keeps coming back from the dead to live on with her party. She won’t leave them.
Kipperlily wants Kristen dead, maybe then the Bad Kids would understand what it is to feel alone.
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Ruben Voted to change the party name because he knew it would piss kipperlilly off
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Fabian offered a truce and made up with his (LEGALLY AND FINANCIALLY RECOGNIZED) nemesis so his friend could go one a date without it being weird, Kristin didn’t even ask him to do it.
It’s not that the Ratgrinders don’t know eachother, they know eachother. They just don’t like these people they know so well.
The bad kids know eachother and like love the people they’ve gotten to know. They have allowed themselves to be changed by one another, to become better for eachother.
The ratgrinders will unprompted find ways to slight eachother, get some sort of advantage over their party members.
The Bad Kids don’t have to ask eachother to be caring. They would lower themselves so they don’t block the others from view.
They are not the same.
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buddy dawn cannot raise himself from the grave.
buddy dawn is not a chosen one.
buddy dawn is a child.
buddy dawn was manipulated by organized religion through no fault of his own, most likely since he was born.
buddy dawn had his throat slit by people he probably considered good friends.
buddy dawn is kristen applebees in a different—worse—life.
buddy dawn is dead, and there’s a good fucking chance helio won’t answer his questions.
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Buddy Dawn you deserved better. You deserved to be raised in an environment that taught you to think for yourself. Or if not that
You deserved friends who would have care enough to try to help you form your own beliefs. or if not that,
You deserved friends who would have wanted you as a person, not a placeholder, not a replacement, a pawn, a means to an end. If not that,
You deserved friends who wouldn’t have killed you.
You deserved to live long enough to change, to challenge yourself.
You deserved friends.
You deserved love that was not conditional
You deserved love.
Buddy Dawn you deserved better.
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let-me-sleep-or-die · 10 days
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Something about the bad kids getting back from the last stand in the middle of the night.
A few months ago they came home late at night after being away all summer fighting, barely surviving, they lost friends in that fight, they lost themselves a bit too. They came home exhausted, nervous about the year ahead, they just wanted some time off. Schools almost out, it’s almost summer again.
This time they come home, not a single one of them dropped in battle, they were masters of combat they were perfect students,
Someone who shouldn’t have still died, they are still exhausted, their nerves have turned to pure stress, they haven’t gotten any time off.
and once again they return home in the middle of the night.
Everything's changed and yet nothing has.
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let-me-sleep-or-die · 14 days
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thinking about the bad kids slowly dying off, one by one.
thinking about them carrying the ashes of their fallen to the next funeral, and the next, till its adaine sitting on a pew alone with all her friends ashes, sobbing, realizing she is alone, she will be alone, that they're never coming back.
thinking about adaine, numb after the years, with tokens of her friends in her pockets.
kristen's hair ties: sometimes adaine washes her hair with shampoo that smells like she did, puts on her old tye-dyed t-shirts.
riz' necktie, it's threads coming unraveled at the worn edges. it used to smell like his cologne.
gorgug's playlists still comfort her, the uncompromising, screaming, yet somehow gorgeous music blasting. it drowns out all the years spent without him, takes her right back to the day they went to basrar's for the first time.
fig's guitar sits in her room. adaine tries to learn how to play, hears the echo of figs laugh through the strings. she takes up smoking cloves.
fabian left adaine all his gold jewelry, and she keeps a strip of his old battle sheet in her pocket. the elves in kai lumenera welcome her with open arms every few decades, the trees swaying with the memory of fabian's dancing, his lilting voice still carried in the wind.
"the bad kids," and yet, everything they had was so good: still, all lovely things must come to an end.
before adaine lays down for the last time, she pulls on an old IDK tee, now-long hair tied up just how kristen used to. it doesn't match, but she still ties riz' gregorian necktie, just slightly too tight. she's rusty, now— riz had her tie his tie once, but that was so long ago now. she puts in earrings, clasps a necklace, decorates her long, elven fingers with sparkling diamond rings. she plays an old, old song on bass. it's harsh, unforgiving metal, but beautiful and melodic to her ears.
thinking about their inherent tragedy.
aelwyn takes everyone else's ashes to the last funeral.
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thirst warm-ups
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Listen I’m hoping when we get Cassandra back and Ankarna for the first time that they immediately decide they are Kristen and Figs parents. like: “Ah yes Saint Kristen Applebees-“
“you mean my daughter.” “she brought you back from being a corrupted fey construction of fear and literal nightmares?”
“parenting really changes you<3”
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“Figeroth Faeth Archdevil of Rebellion-“
“and my favorite daughter :)”
“she laid claim to your domain, and played a song so metal she reconstructed your fire horse”
“I know isn’t my kid the best.”
Let the lesbian gods be moms
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Semi-motivational quotes from Hayao Miyazaki
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let-me-sleep-or-die · 18 days
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love that as soon as gorgug got nerdier and fabian got gayer, kristen really overcompensated for the bad kids' overall loss in jock by becoming more jock than either of them ever were
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let-me-sleep-or-die · 19 days
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Kristen “of course I’m giving a campaign speech at the steel workers union, no I don’t care that they don’t vote in this election” Chilis Applebees was definitely the most supportive person of Adaine going on strike as the oracle.
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Aelwyn becoming an Oath of redemption paladin for Ankarna, Fantasy High fans do you see my vision.
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Totally not stuck thinking about what if Bucky becomes a Paladin of Ankarna. A young boy who leaves his abusive family, but doesn't have the doubt his sister did but rather clarity because Kristian already left and she found a family. Bucky has this proof that Kristian didn't; his bigger sister, his shield gave him the conviction to act.
Sol, the sun, cast his sister out and holds his younger brother to either suffer the same fate or to continue growing in abuse. Ankarna, however, gave him fury, in light, bright, and strong as the dawn to leave, to grab his brothers and run, to protect them from the wickedness of their home.
Bucky comes to live at Mordrid, getting to pray again with Kristian, but this time to the goddesses they choose rather than the god forced upon them. The two grow into adulthood next to each other. Coming to terms with their trauma, growing from a chaotic girl and an obedient boy. Becoming, for the first time, themselves.
Sister and Brother.
Cleric and Paladin.
Prophet of Doubt.
Saint of Conviction.
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let-me-sleep-or-die · 22 days
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I find it unfathomable and astounding that Tumblr isn't more obsessed with Sam Reich. You're telling me there exists out there a man who was born into the aristocracy of our country—with every privilege of modern society at his fingertips—who didn't complete high school (due to his mental health) and instead chose to devote his life to making strangers laugh and raising awareness on mental health. A full-bearded short king who is so committed to being the change he wants to see in the world that he decided to take the company he worked for into his own hands so that he could make sure all the people who worked under him could keep their livelihoods.
How many other CEOs are out here being as honest and transparent with their target audience/market as Sam Reich is? How many of them acknowledge when they fumble and continuously strive to be better than they were? How many of them actually seem like they respect their talent, both in the cast and crew? Sam Reich is the standard we should be holding other CEOs to.
But forget about all that (I could talk for a long time about the respect I have for Sam Reich)—ignore just how respectable he is as a businessman and a person. Ignore all the wholesome reasons for obsessing over Sam Dalton Reich.
The man is a stone-cold fox.
He's a little chaos gremlin and an absolute evil mastermind all rolled into one classy suit and well-groomed beard. Whenever Sam is on the set, you can guarantee he is going to make you crack a smile. And for someone with such natural authority, he's never afraid to be the butt of a joke and show himself being embarrassed. Go ahead, watch any clip of him trying to improvise in No Laugh Newsroom and just try to resist that blush.
You're sleeping on a goldmine of a man, here, damnit! And I will NOT let this go ignored any longer!
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