(361): I thought I was at a rave until the paramedics started chasing me. You win again tequila.
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dec 28: day 4
our angry video game nerd has been exposed to Rocket Slime thanks to @seaside-werewolf !!!
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Drugi nisu umeli da te imaju, a ja sam umeo i da te nemam.
Neko bi rekao da je to nista. Ne znam. Mozda za nekog to i jeste tako, ali za mene to nista je sve!
To sto sam ja video u tebi, oni nisu mogli ni da naslute.
Oni su te upoznali, ali te nisu poznavali. Znali su ti ime, boju ociju i boju kose, ali ti nisu znali dusu, zelje i snove.
Nisu te ni pitali, oni su se za sve pitali.
Ja sam u ovom svom nemanju tebe, naucio da te nemam, ali i da imam nas. Moj ce se san ostvariti kad tad, a do tad, neka se svi tvoji snovi ostvare. Kad malo bolje razmislim- Moj san i jeste taj, da se svi tvoji snovi ostvare.
I nista ne brini. Ja cu sacuvati nas od vremena, a ti se cuvaj od ljudi.
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361 would u want a kiss from him
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Hello!
I read this AU fic on tumblr a while ago that was from Eddie POV where Steve and Billy were together, but Billy was constantly pulling pranks on Steve, recording them, and posted without Steve's permission. Eddie (who is famous) reacted to a few videos saying they were bs. It all cumulated to the point where Steve was pranked got pissed and left and Eddie ended up running into him while Steve was freaking out.
I hope this was enough info!
Request 361! Send me an ask if you recognize this fic!
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A Train of Peas
When Peacock was very young, he’d assembled himself a train out of peas. Everyone around him had these majestic tails—even the turkeys on the next farm over.
As the years went by, his friends evolved: the eyes on their trains were exchanged for screens, their meat was swapped out for metal, and their quills came to serve as antennas that only received a signal when they pointed at the sky, allowing the nights to be quiet. Some of those antennas ended in blasters, ready to shoot in every direction.
Peacock still dreamed of his own tail, but in the current climate, no one would spend time on something as frivolous as a decorative source of personal euphoria. He’d have to come up with a solution himself.
He scratched and he tore, he cut and he painted, and finally he was ready. Without a long tail to bear him down, he was much lighter and could fly higher than any of his friends. Now, a large banner trailed behind him in the sky, sending a message to all parties, both directly and through the screens shared by all the other peacocks in the world. It might be that no one had ever been awed by his tail of peas, but they’d definitely be impressed if he were able to bring peace.
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[Image description: Photo of a colourful origami sculpture of a peacock with its tail on display. On the left in the background, part of a TV screen is visible; the rest of the background is mostly dark.]
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