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filenameghost · 11 months
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boy who rambles bc he's awkward x boy who is super quiet bc he's awkward <3
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aintinacage · 2 years
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Shang Chi
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fieriframes · 2 years
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[I did everything -- bus boy, runner. -You've done it all. -The whole nine-yards. Heidegger’s work had already answered to his need for comfort in 1938, so I started writing some ideas for dishes down. I came up with some weird cocktail ideas.]
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nakathemoth · 9 months
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Constantine honest to god thought a child had just been struck by lightning and died by his side
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emtrobarasalaplatja2 · 8 months
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tragedry · 1 month
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Tyler "maybe you weren't a terrible person, maybe you were just fifteen" Hernandez
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colorful-horses · 11 months
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florid frost
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fierifiction · 2 years
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I did everything -- bus boy, runner. -You've done it all. -The whole nine-yards. Heidegger’s work had already answered to his need for comfort in 1938, so I started writing some ideas for dishes down. I came up with some weird cocktail ideas. But now, I've made a good-sized list of 12 ideas. Most were like this: We'll put a giant dank soup of fresh cabbage in each jar of sauce, then add the cabbage to the jar, then give the cabbage a bath of hot water. A few people say the cabbage is cold when you boil it. And then we say it is cold because it is cold, which is always nice.
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stinkypeanutbutter · 2 months
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He eepy . .
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But seriously , he’s a heavy napper
someone help her
pls
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b3achysurfur · 5 months
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it’s aidens fault they’re in the phantom world actually
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filenameghost · 11 months
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okay me being funny aside, full update on the boy from my bus ;; he asked me out!!!! and i said yes! (well actually i said yeah sure to quote me exactly) but now i don't know if he meant go out as in a date or as in be a couple?? because i meant yes to go out on a date bc i don't know him well but i think he meant be a couple. so once he adds me back on snapchat i'm going to message him to clarify what i meant wkwkaksjsj but yeah!!! things are going well and he seems really really cool :)
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alonetogether · 6 months
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he doesnt get it
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mosspapi · 8 months
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FUTCT is done! Ended up not doing the words at all because it would be very small and look weird, but I think it's still recognizable without em so I'm fine with it lmao (image description in alt text!)
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emtrobarasalaplatja3 · 7 months
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2aceofspades · 9 days
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TW: Blood/Injury, Implied Death
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With you
Lil one-shot I guess...??
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After the dust cleared, it was dead silent. The air was thick with moisture from the dark clouds looming above them all. Someone, probably Raphael, yelled out something Two didn't quite process, his ears still ringing as his vision slowly cleared.
A faint blue glow flickered in the near distance, not too far from where Two was slumped on the ground. More muffled shouts rang out as Two attempted to collect himself, staggering to his feet and trudging over to the source of-
No.
Just the image alone was enough to bring Two collapsing back to his knees. Stupid, he thought.
"H-hey..." One's weak voice just barely got through to Two, snapping him right out of his thoughts.
He stared down at the dimming blue glow, watching it flicker and fade in and out. How the hell are you still here, breathing?
His thoughts became flooded in his head, even more so as he felt his arms cradle his brother's near-lifeless body.
"Did we win?"
Two felt his jaw clench at One's question, feeling frighteningly close to grinding his teeth until they were flat.
Did we win?
The question echoed in Two’s head, as if that would better help him process this moment. In any other instance, he would have deflected and scoffed at such an empty, meaningless question. Did it matter? he thought as he titled his head up, looking around briefly at the wasteland that surrounded them. It was over, that much was apparent.
"Yes,” he huffed, looking down at his brother in his arms as he continued, “Now, shut it and save your strength. Your heart-"
"I know," One croaked out in between a few sputtering breaths, interrupting Two in more ways than one. Two tried to ignore the cast-off of blood coming from his brother's mouth, despising the sickening feeling settling in his stomach as it hit his chin. One smiled weakly up at his brother, his eyes dull and unfocused.
How dare you, Two thought to himself.
His eyes flickered from One's exposed heart, bleeding out and hardly beating, and back to his brother’s face. His brother looked beaten, bloody...broken. It wasn't a look he saw from him often, if at all. It was that damn smile that he watched waver as One's heart beat softer and softer. What cruel irony, Two couldn't help but think, a metaphorical expression brought to life by his stupid, thoughtless, idiotic brother.
Two could still fix this. Even as he held his brother tighter against his own plastron and felt his shirt get soaked by the horrid mix of blood and empyrean; he thought to himself how he'd be the one to fix this.
There was no other choice left.
“Good…” One let out the softest of chuckles, “…we…we can s-start over.”
Something in Two’s own chest faltered, even just briefly. It was enough to shut out the feeling of One’s pathetic coughs and wheezes against him. He watched how One's eyes dulled further, his gaze wandering away from Two's face.
Starting over? That wasn’t ever an option, not one that Two had ever weighed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if that was even an option now. After everything he had done, everything he sacrificed, worked for…his brother still wanted to burn it, bury everything down and out of Two’s reach. One wanted this win, he wanted the impossible.
“Impossible…” Two muttered under his breath.
He heard yet another faint chuckle. And then the dense silence that followed.
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~bonus doodles~
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glassofpumpkinjuice · 1 month
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riff with patrick 3/29/24: they are both feeling sick :(
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