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#THIS CROSS OVER I SWEAR
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Harry and Percy would only fight when they first met before they immediately understood that “bro, this dude is actually cool.”
After that they would always have slumber parties and Percy would make fun of Harry’s British accent and Harry would make fun of his New York accent.
They would be best friends and Annabeth and Ginny would be like “thank goodness” but also “Jesus fucking Christ.” And I love this.
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i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice
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sunnymainecoonx · 11 months
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Bad Sans Poly for my dearest @cakesmelons ;3
I had an art crisis the entire year so I'm like experimenting and testing with art and sh- so here you go, some bad sans snuggles(I'm still relearning how to draw, barely recovered)
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autisticaradiamegido · 9 months
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day 251
so like remember when i said i was gonna be mentally ill about utena
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 4 months
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Is Error in one of the Teams Or is he a loney guy?
And what does everyone fears/likes the most?
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Killer: i like Nightmare (platonically) and i fucking hate paintbrushes Cross: oh, i fear cows and like tacos and chocolate. the only thing i like more than these two things was beating the shit out of Ink. it was funny and worth the scars Dust: abandonment Dust: … Dust: … Dust: i like…d Dust: …when Cross beat the shit out of Ink
(Horror likes making nests out of blankets/pillows and fears not having a steady food source. Currently taking a well-deserved nap.)
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rainybyday · 1 year
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Pt 1 | Pt 2
Jazz didn’t know she was different just as much as she didn’t know the definition of ‘normal’.
She started out fine as rain, a beautiful baby girl with pale blue eyes and wispy hair with an ear-splitting cry. She was a healthy baby, a beautiful one at that once you get passed her loud screaming. 
The first few years of caring for Jazz were simple as much as it was exhausting. She was a giggling bundle of joy when Jack would swing her around, she stayed perfectly content with her stuffed rabbit when Maddie was in the lab, and she never created a fuzz as she babbled at anyone and everything, even into an empty room. 
Maybe that was the first sign of her abnormality. Similar to how the first mistake the Fenton parents made was to leave their daughter alone more and more often. 
They didn’t see their daughter's first steps and the encouraging whispers with her as they clapped and cooed. They don’t understand that she always had someone to guide her away from the green chemicals around the halls but was unable to stop her parents from feeding her contaminated food. They don’t hear how she always seemed to talk to the air, giggling and laughing into an empty room along with the process of other voices. 
Maybe that's how it started, but her... abnormalities weren’t mentioned until she was enrolled in daycare. 
The teachers didn’t know how to handle the too-smart girl as she explains why she won’t read the children's books they provided. They don’t understand why she prefers to be alone in the classroom when recess time came about. And they certainly didn’t understand how this young child, this baby, understood the biological system of the human blood system.
(They don’t see nor understand the ghosts of lonely children trying to play in a room filled with living children, all ignoring their presence. But Jazz could see them, hear them crying in child-like frustration and curling into themselves as they watch the living with envy.)
(Jazz, like the sweet girl that she was, took it upon herself to help. So, she would read out loud to the dead children before realizing they already heard of the stories this daycare had far too many times and demanded different books to entertain them. She would beg the caretakers to leave her in the classroom to keep reading for the children that were left behind far too many times. For children who died a long time, they were very quick to pick up their education as much as Jazz with learning the alphabet to understanding multiplication to learning about biology.)
(The day she had to leave and enter 1st grade was the day she watches the children all leave one by one. She didn’t cry like one would expect when watching her friends leave before her, because she knew they had to leave one day. That's what Granny Vicky told her when she talked about the kids at school. All she did was stand next to the teacher at the door and waved them all goodbye.)
(And if she cried at home with Big Sister Annlee and Sister Rosa then no one would know. Not even her parents.)
The neighbors didn’t understand that the noises they would hear for many nights were Jazz sneaking out late in the night and not a wild raccoon. They didn’t bother to understand until the husband went out the back to take a smoke only to see a child dropping from her parent's fence and booking it towards the streets. She didn’t stop for his cries for her to come back and the husband went back to tell his wife what he saw as she called the local police. 
They both waited that night, watching the window as the husband sat down on the sofa with a drink in hand with the wife jittering around the living room. It was later nearly 3 in the morning when they saw the signs of red and blue lights before they could sigh a sigh of relief.
(They didn’t see the way the poor girl cried with flush cheeks or angry red eyes. Didn’t understand as they went back to bed with the knowledge that the girl was going back home when her parents themselves didn’t know.)
(Jazz learned from Annebeth about how the women in burned gowns would always gather in the spring and summer days to sing and dance in the forest in memories of their lives before. She was told to ask first before joining and so she went up to a pretty lady in a green ivy gown and emerald jewels if she can visit their nightly dance. She watched as the woman laughed with a gentle look before she declared how wonderful it was for a young lady to still have manners these days before agreeing to see her that night.)
(Jazz would then visit the ladies and young women in gowns in the night and watch as they dance over water and moonlight, their burns fading away into beautiful white skin. She was told to not bring a flashlight as they didn’t want any light or fire near their celebrations. Jazz learned to dance in the spring and understood how to sing sweet melodies in the summer with other girls dotting and adoring her as one of their own.)
(When she was pulled away by a man in blue and white, she wanted to scream bloody murder, but she was taught better than that by her Big Sisters. So, she silently got in and watched with sad eyes as the Big Sisters she was walking with also looked devastated at her forceful withdrawal.)
Maddy didn’t notice at first how much time her daughter was spending with her now. But to be blunt, it was more of Jazz following and watching her rather than going up and talking to her. Hence, she didn’t worry about her daughter's behavior as long as she was able to do her research. It was during the third week of doing this did her daughter ask if they could go to the doctor.
“Are you sick,” Maddie worriedly looked over her daughter as she reached a hand out to her. Jazz paused, as if the concept of being sick was foreign to her, before nodding rapidly. 
“Yeah! I think I’m a little sick Ma... and, and I don’t want you to get sick either. So you have to let the doctor check you too in case I got you sick!”
(Jazz wondered what she was looking at and tilted her head in a curious manner. The spark, a wisp actually, was so very small and fragile looking inside of her Ma. Bearly there if Jazz didn’t take the time to watch her Ma at the dinner table as she ate another slightly green pancake.)
(When she asked around it was actually Old Man Whithel that told her, as he sat on her window stand, that it was the start of a new life, or as he put it, “another doe-eyed sibling for ya to take care of you hear little miss.”)
(Jazz was excited by that news. A baby sibling! Even better, Jazz noticed as she was jumping at the tips of her toes, that it looked like it was a boy with baby black hair and blue eyes too! Jazz was so excited for her new baby brother to come and couldn’t wait until her Ma can finally visit the doctor like how one of her Big Sisters’ told her.)
(She was going to a sister, a sister in charge of her little brother.)
But alas, she didn’t see nor understand why she never considered ‘normal’ to her fellow Amity Parkers. Didn’t understand that the bright firey hair she adored herself or the bright teal eyes she would always be complemented by the others were seen as to abnormal. 
She can hear the adults when they talk about her ‘quirks’ and she stood strong when other children said she was a freak like the rest of her family. She wasn’t afraid of the attention she received because, in the end, their words never made sense to her, hence, could not hurt this little girl. 
That all changed when a boy, a classmate of hers, called her a witch on her way home.
Pt 3 
Tags: @igotafewbadideas @skulld3mort-1fan @iamheretoconsumeandsharethatisit @runfromthemedic @angelheartgamer @overtherose @avelnfear @amercurio @justreadingthefanfics @learning-to-fly-on-my-own @emergentpanda-blog 
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ive made the fatal mistake of relistening to (some of) the httyd audiobooks. i just sat in my chair for a good ~10 minutes sniffling and muttering in a sad wet and slightly annoyed tone of voice “WHY am i CRYING”
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im-kino853 · 25 days
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i had to do it round 5
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i love crossovers,,
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Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20′s Neverafter episode 4
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hismourningflower · 29 days
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i didn’t think i’d ever need reassurances from people who only know my online persona but mooties do yall actually like me
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bone-apple-teeths · 1 year
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forget jon and martin making an appearance im manifesting michael shelley in the magnus protocol manifesting joshua gillespie in the magnus protocol manifesting agnes montague in the magnus protocol manifesting gerard keay manifesting nathaniel thorp manifesting graham folger manifesting mike crew manifesting naomi hearne manifesting simon fairchild manifesting john amhurst manifesting breekon and hope manifesting helen richardson manifesting jordan kennedy manifesting eric delano manifesting mikaele salesa manifesting oliver banks manifesting adelar
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Anyone else ever get randomly smacked in the face with memories and immediately want to go write a kid fic?
Or is it just me?
#Aka Emile is remembering going camping with his friends as a small child#And how fucking chaotic it was#We were just allowed to run wild over the whole campground because our group rented the whole loop and everyone was watching out for everyo#I still managed to cross like 2 roads when I was 5 and got lost and they weren't busy but a stranger still stopped me to ask if I was lost#And all the boys would bring their lightsabers and nerf guns and we would have whole battles#We even made little forts in the woods and stuff and we were fighting to protect the 'dragon' (friend's dog)#I was always either the spy or the doctor#There was also the time my brothers thought it would be really fun to tell me to just pee in the woods instead of walking me to the bathroo#I was delighted#My parents were not#And the swimming hole was cold as fuck but we somehow still got in it every year#And jump off the giant rock in the deep end of the river once we were good enough swimmers to handle the current#Once or twice we went tubing there too which was my first experience with that#And there was hiking with waterfalls nearby so we'd go do that#And that one swinging bridge that was really fun to run across#And we'd stay for like a week sometimes#I swear all the parents got the best sleep ever when we went too even though they were sleeping on the ground lmao#all us kids would end up in each others tents if they were okay with it#And all I can think looking back at it now is that a les amis kidfic would be fun to write off all that#Emile's chaos#I have so many more camping memories too
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b1adelight · 7 months
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The only thing that I care about this Christmas is that my animal crossing new leaf town is going to turn 10 years old on that exact day. Nothing else. That’s all that matters.
Hopefully my first villager who still hasn’t left after all that time isn’t gone by then. I check in every few months so she had better not leave
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meatheadmutt · 1 month
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why am i having to hold a gun to googles head to show me articles on the long term effects of hormonal birth control on the endocrine system in adult patients who began usage as a teenager
#barks#i just wanna know if having a hormonal iud as a teenager fucked with my shit or not#causeeeeee i switched to copper a few years ago and everything was gucci in the coochie until a bad summer hit#lo and behold i call the gyno and she puts me on nuvaring because my symptoms were a sign of hormonal imbalance#meaning i got my ass fucked up from the first iud. right?#fuck if i know i wish they didnt make it my responsibility and then not actually give a shit as to what really happens#the absolute hell you can go through both on and off of birth control is out fucking rageous#'cool my cramps arent as bad but im a raging bitch i want to rob a bank and i want to kill everyone and then myself'#can you please for more than five fucking seconds think about the actual effects these things have on us that arent 'harder to get pregnant#also never listen to anyone that tells you you cant get your tubes tied and still be able to have children down the line#they always wanna bitch and moan about it but its literally reversible just like a vasectomy. not as easy but still possible!#do we get mad at and blame the kitchen counter when a baby smacks their head against it? no. the baby is at fault#tell me why something i have no control over is the reason i have to bear the cross#instead of the dipshit baby that cause the issue in the first place being at fault?????????????????????#im going to burn this world down i swear to god i hate it more every day#the beauty is evident but the horrors persist#hi if you read all of this
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groovylittleclown · 9 months
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It is day 7 on my animal crossing island. CJ is still not here. My island has gotten significantly worse. I have banned myself from fishing. Everything is going to shit.
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antihcroes · 10 months
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okay ... because her muse is popping & brainrot is real ...
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like/reply to this for a starter from barbie!
(please specify if you'd like main or movie verse, & if you choose movie verse please lmk if you've seen it or not!)
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