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finn95o · 5 months
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So, I drew hands..?
Yes.
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Wild: This is my Stickrock. It’s one of my new weapons.
Four(dying internally): Oh. It’s …. Nice.
Wild: And this is my Rockstick-
Four: Wait,wait isn’t that the same thing as the stickrock!?
Wild: Noooo? The Stickrock is a stick I fused with a rock. The Rockstick is a rock I fused with a stick. They’re two completely different things.
Four: …….. Of course they are. Silly me.
Warriors: Um, Time? You might want to step in before Four has an aneurysm.
Legend: Don’t you fucking dare Time. This is too damn funny.
(Later)
Wild: And this is my fully functional giant mecha complete with homing missiles, lasers and anti gravity capabilities.
Four: What the ACTUAL FUCK!
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nancyqueerler · 2 years
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Lesbian eyes looking at lesbian lips.
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1captainjordan4 · 5 months
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Somekinda AU, idk
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John was sixteen when he figured out he was living alone.
He probably should have realized it sooner. Months since he left his brothers and moved up north with his father, but then suddenly, all he had was silence and free time. And not in a good way. His father suddenly had little interest in anything except his job and fishing. John could probably die in the woods one day and his father might not have even noticed.
Or maybe John just thought he wouldn't.
John is sixteen when he leaves home for the first time, spending weeks making his way back down to his mother's house - only to find it sold off and abandoned.
The whole trip took over a month but when he returned and was asked where he was, John didn't know what to tell his father. He said camping and it was accepted without fight or worry.
He wonders how long he could be gone at a time.
John is sixteen when he gets a job. It is just part time and doesn't pay a lot, but it is enough for him to get a bit of extra income to spend on the things he wants. His father's job pays well for the both of them to live but John doesn't really see any of it outside of basic bills he has to pay to keep the lights and heat on. He likes the movement and the work, and he gets to talk to people although John doesn't really say much. By this point, he's pretty used to the silence.
He is sixteen when he guts a fish for the first time. His father was gone for a week and there was little food in the house - with less money - but plenty of fishing poles and bait. He goes out, catches a fish and follows a video on how to gut and cook it. His father comes home irritated that his pole and some of his bait is missing but he calms down when he sees leftover fish on the stove. He doesn't apologize for the outburst, but John doesn't expect him to.
He is sixteen when he tries alcohol for the first time. He doesn't understand why his dad likes it.
He is sixteen when he gets lost in the woods for two weeks.
He is sixteen when his father disappears for almost an entire month. Considering John had done this himself; he doesn't say a word when his father trudges through the door looking for dinner.
He is sixteen when he breaks his first bone. It's only his finger but it still hurts. His father wraps it up so it would heal straight. John still isn't sure it did.
He is sixteen when he steps into that tiny hometown church and he leaves the service that day not certain God exists but if He does, maybe John isn't entirely alone.
He is sixteen when he makes a friend. It's not a person.
He is sixteen when he creates his clue board, trying to track down his brothers. He asks everyone; he gathers all of the evidence and intelligence he can. He spends weeks perfecting travel down to his hometown to try and investigate.
He is sixteen when he realizes no one knows anything. Fifteen years of being neighbors with the same people and no one knew where his mother took his brothers.
John is seventeen when he spends his birthday alone just outside a simple old cabin, huddled around a fire with a candle in a marshmallow. He only has one wish.
John is almost seventeen and a half when he can entirely live out in the wilderness by himself if he wanted.
He almost did.
John is seventeen and a half when he follows a girl from church to the recruitment office. They both have things they are running from and neither of them judge. Neither of them can. She stands by his side as they fill out paperwork and she asks him if he's okay. He hasn't been asked that for years.
John gives her a grin that's only partially fake and tells her never better.
John is seventeen and a half when he leaves home for the last time.
And then realizes it was never home at all.
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notemaker · 10 months
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Dismantling stuff is basically my free therapy of the day. You can imagine my outmost delight when I found out that the tools had been locked away and I could not, in fact, 'tear that bitch apart'.
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deityofhearts · 3 months
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anyone else feel like they’re too much or not enough at the same time?
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locamotivednp · 3 months
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Does dan know? Does dan know what sister daniel has done to the wlw community 😭
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gaiaexploreslife · 3 months
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fun fact I used to have a face claim for shifting (now I don’t and I haven’t for a WHILE i’m talking YEARS)
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thelampisaflashlight · 3 months
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Me, trying to figure out if something my body does is normal: "Hey, Boss, check this out!" -bends my thumb so it's touching my wrist- "Can you do that?"
My boss, and the poor customer standing next to him, horrified: "Eugh!"
Me, writing this down on a list of various other hypermobile quirks: "This is not a normal feature of the human body-"
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rlltvm · 8 months
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I'm working on a Hobie-centric short fic with a side of punkflower for the soul and also because they rot my brain
anyway here's a little previev
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gildeddlily · 11 months
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usually I make a useless post about yk, what happened in the new chapter, the best parts, what made me cry (everything) but today I'm tired. my sister told me it wasn't enough of a good chapter, and I understand the skk fan (like me) that would think like that. but not today. today we have the *00 hundred years old vampire not caring about having a little girl ripping off from his damned brain a super strong weird sword cause he wants to save her, cause she looks like his death wife, and they're the same, and he is ready to suffer and die to make her live
now. Bram crumbs (not anymore)
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but this breaks my heart
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she's about to destroy you! if he'll die I'll kill myself!
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confession-session · 4 months
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you ever make an au thats just, so complex and canon-divergent that the characters and the story aren't really even the same anymore, and your au could practically be a story all on it's own, but at the same time you know it would just never be the same without the core canon because while yes, your new reality really ran away from you at the same time it is so interwoven with the original story that you could never separate the two and suddenly you're on the closet floor writing fanfiction of fanfiction and-
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seraphdreams · 2 months
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Soft dom Yuuta with a reader that doesn't want kids but loves to be bred...
it breaks his heart honestly, yuuta thinks the highest form of love is to get you pregnant but if it’s what you don’t want, he doesn’t mind fulfilling the action of breeding you — he loves it . . yuuta holding you by your ankles to pump his warm cum into you continuously because you look so pretty when you’re a mess, his mess.
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glimersims · 1 year
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joe’s apartment
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shy-peacock · 4 months
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Posting spice for the holiday rayamaari thing either tonight or tomorrow
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