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a-frog-in-a-bog · 1 year
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“I want to decompose in a bog” well you clearly don’t know the first thing about bogs. poser
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wrathfulrook · 10 months
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gremlin-pattie · 2 months
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too high to remember how to read english but i still know i love my mutuals 🫶
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perestroika-hilton · 2 years
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Expropriated from resident fash
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dilact · 4 months
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One time my dad told me he had a tumblr account. I think if he somehow found mine I'd spontaneously combust. He said he doesn't use it though because he didn't understand how it works.
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coffeeslorelai · 10 months
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Pov: you took an edible and are now intently investigating whether a content creator you follow on ig is getting engaged based on cryptic story posts
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boldly-ho · 1 year
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High as a kite at my in-laws bc they already hate me so I may as well do anything I can to not have anxiety…
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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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My anxiety is chronic,
But this ass is…
.. also chronic. like my ass never fell off that i remember, so i assume it’s here to stay 🤷🏼
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rebelsafoot · 2 months
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dont ask me what this is girl i dont KNOW
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wormtime123 · 29 days
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i can't believe this is the first fantasy high art i'm posting but i saw my horrible beloved puppet and blacked out hello baron nation
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a-frog-in-a-bog · 2 months
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The breaking news widget on my laptop popped up so I clicked it thinking it was, you know, important news about one of the genocides going on or an update about one of the demons trying to lead this country for the next four years but nope. “Taylor swift arrives in Vegas in time for superbowl!” Oh thank god, I was really worried that the carbon queen wouldn’t be able to make it to her meat head boyfriend’s Big Game after playing in TOKYO 😒
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wrathfulrook · 10 months
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TGA
Deputy Patience Ekner x John Seed
Summary: Junior Deputy Patience Ekner falls into ice cold water and develops temporary amnesia. She knows that she knows the man who pulled her from the frigid current, but she can't quite place him.
Word Count: ~1k
A/N: This actually happened to me about 6 years ago at the Tamolitch Blue Pool the one and only time I went cliff jumping. (Don't go cliff jumping at the Tamolitch Blue Pool.) A bunch of the lines in this fic are ones that I said/repeated during my Transient Global Amnesia (TGA) episode. I reccomend looking up TGA. It’s really bizarre and interesting.
Read it on ao3.
Patience looked up from the campfire that was warming her wet, chilled form and suddenly realized she didn’t know where she was. Or why she had been in that river in the first place.
She looked around rapidly until she noticed John, startled to find him sitting beside her.
And Patience realized she had no idea how she knew John.
As they stared blankly at each other, and his brow began to furrow, she realized she had to speak.
“Okay, so, I don’t want to freak you out, but I don’t know anything.”
John didn’t appear any less confused. “What does that mean?” he eventually asked.
“Like, I know I’m not home. I’m out west in a different state. But I don’t know which one. And I moved here for a new job. But, I can’t remember what it is.”
Ignoring his bewildered stare, she plowed on.
“And I know I know you, but I don’t know how. And I know you’re John. And I know I know your last name, but I can’t remember it.”
Finally, John spoke. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
She knew she had been in the river, that it was cold. Frigid. So cold that she was gasping for air as she fought her way to shore. Her lungs just weren’t expanding, and she couldn’t get enough air. She put all her focus into getting to the shore. Her gasps were resounding in her ears, the loudest sound she’d ever heard.
And then, John was there, wading into the icy water, pulling her to shore. And then she was sitting on a log, wet and dripping, staring into a crackling fire.
In lieu of an answer, she asked another question. “Why was I in that river?”
He gaped at her. “You fell. You were rappelling down the side of the bluff and you fell in.”
“Oh.” She didn’t remember that at all.
“And you’re a deputy.”
Patience gave him a puzzled look.
“Your job,” he clarified. “You’re a junior deputy with the Hope County Sheriff’s Department.”
“Oh.”
“That’s in Montana.”
“Okay.”
Silence.
“Why was I in that river?” she asked John.
He didn’t even look at her. Just continued to stare into the fire and spoke flatly. “I’ll answer your questions later, Patience. Be quiet for right now.”
So she stared into the fire and let time pass. But she was scared and confused. She didn’t know where she was, why she was there, what had compelled her to enter the freezing water, or how she knew the man seated beside her.
Eventually she whispered, “John?”
John let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes?”
She slid slightly closer to the man, laying her head on his shoulder, her cool, damp hair plastering to her face. He stiffened in surprise but then relaxed, tentatively reaching an arm around her in return.
“Will you answer my questions now? I’m kind of freaking out.”
He remained silent.
“I know I’m from Wisconsin, but I’m in a different state. Out west. But I don’t know where.”
“You’ve asked me that before,” he said calmly into her hair where she sat curled into him.
“Oh. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. You’re a junior deputy for the Hope County, Montana Sheriff’s Department. My last name is Seed. You fell into the river while rappelling down from the top of a bluff and were having trouble getting to the shore. I pulled you out. You’ve been having some sort of amnesia, asking the same questions over and over. This is new, though.”
“What is?”
“Remembering I promised to answer you later. Usually I just tell you I’ll answer you later and to be quiet. You shut up for a bit before starting over again.” She could hear a small smile in his voice.
“Usually?” she asked. “How long have I been out of the water?”
He gently shrugged, slight jostling her as he did so. “About an hour and a half, an hour forty-five.”
That surprised her. It felt like minutes. That must have been obnoxious.
“Thank you for being so patient with me.”
He tightened his arm around her. “You were scared, Patience. I’m not a terrible guy.”
After a beat, she told him, “I think I’m feeling mostly normal now.”
“You’re not,” he said with a laugh. “You’ve said that about a dozen times now.”
“Really?” She really had thought she was back to normal. “How long have I been out of the water, now?
“A couple hours. Yes, really,” he said before she could ask it herself. Which she was about to.
“Why are we still out here then?”
“It’s night,” he said simply. “We’re waiting until sunup.”
That seemed like a lie. “Why? Couldn’t your men just drive out here and take us back to your bunker? I’m apparently in no state to stop you.”
From where she was curled into his side, she saw his blue eyes dart down to meet her gaze, a small, bemused smile tugging at the corner of his beard. “So, you remember me now, do you?”
She shrugged slightly, but didn’t pull away. “I technically always remembered you. I just forgot about the cult.”
“It’s not a cult,” he corrected her, but there was no heat behind it.
“So? Why didn’t you take me back to your bunker?”
“Because you need to be brought into the flock. You need to accept the Father into your heart. And that might be easier to do if you know we’re not terrible people, that we only want to help you.”
“I’m not going to go back with you willingly, John.” She sat upright, pulling herself off of him.
He kept eye contact, still smiling at her. “Not now, no. But when you feel your sin eating away at you, when you next need help, you’ll remember what I did here for you tonight. And you’ll know where to find me. You’ll say yes.
“And when you seek me out of your own volition, just to ask for my absolution, just to tell me that one little word, it’ll be all the sweeter.”
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dilact · 10 months
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I can now count to 31 on one hand
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lostnlucky · 3 months
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new year same me (will never finish a single thing)
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monttagues · 3 months
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they haven't even started yet and they're already coming straight for my neck
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