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doodle-empress66 · 1 year
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“I need to get back to my daughter”
Moxxie smiles as soon as Blitzø says this, the rest of Blitzø’s words fading away. The reason he trusts Blitzø so quickly is him showing care for his own kid.
After his upbringing, i can imagine how greatly he values that.
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alabasterpickles · 9 months
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I’ll never be over them 🥹
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chubunited · 11 months
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A THIEF!! A very very round thief, at that!
My half of a trade with @pastelgeneticist !
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0vergrownruins · 5 months
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at long last.....I am he
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ocymoron · 5 months
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Tim Drake AU where Batman doesn’t get better, where Robin isn’t a privilege but a burden.
The anger and grief and self-hate still burn bright in Bruce’s chest and the only reason Gotham doesn’t see the downfall of Batman is because of his new Robin. Is because his fists brand Robin instead.
And Tim shoulders the weight of Batmans ire cause because someone has too, because Gotham needs Batman and Batman needs Robin.
He trains under Lady Shiva. His size is against him, will always be, so he learns to utilize it. His morals are in the way so he discards them. He learns endurance and violence and survival. He breaks himself down and builds himself back up, over and over again, until every weakness and fault is a weapon. Until the only time someone will get him down is when he lets them.
He trains under Batman and learns resentment and vigilance, whether he’ll need to be patched up from the tension in his shoulders and when he shouldn’t have even come from the twitch in his fingers. He learns Batman and the pedestal crumbles, and he’s just a grieving father, and he’s just a man with heavy fists.
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tomatoconqueror · 7 months
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Uh this is a Spanish thing I've had in me head for a couple of days by now
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Muñeco means doll but yall i swear it hits different in spanish, as if there's a deeper effect whenever you call someone that, same pet name anybody would say but like.. butterflies tenfold?
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Elvis Presley during performance at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles, 1956.
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Vincent Price as Richard of Gloucester - Tower of London (1962)
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daitranscripts · 10 days
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Sera Romance: What Pride Had Wrought
Elfy Shite
Sera Masterpost Related Quest: What Pride Had Wrought
The PC opens the door to Sera’s room in the Herald’s Rest.
Choice dependent dialogue:
PC drank [1]
Morrigan drank, asked Abelas about ancient elves [2]
Morrigan drank, did not ask Abelas about elves [3]
1 - PC drank Sera: Oh, hi, yeah? Listen, stand there. Right there.
She draws her bow and points an arrow at the PC
Sera: Now, about Mythal.
Dialogue options:
Anxious: Put that away! [4]
Angry: I just wanted to talk! [5]
Confused: What should my reaction be? [6]
4 - Anxious: Put that away! PC: Sera, whatever’s wrong, we can talk about it! Sera: Oh, for… ! Don’t piss yourself, I just wanted to make sure it was you in there! [7]
5 - Angry: I just wanted to talk! PC: Don’t aim that in my face, Sera! What is wrong with you! Sera: What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? If that is you. [7]
6 - Confused: What should my reaction be? PC: Sera, I don’t know what reaction you want, but can this be it so we can be done? a: All right, so maybe it’s still you. Someone needed to do something. [7]
7 - Scene continues.
Sera puts her bow away.
Sera: I mean, you went wading into a “Well of Sorrows.” Who hears that and thinks, “Well, dunk a butt, let’s have a go!”
Sera (asked about ancient elves): Even mad old Abelas said elves destroyed themselves. The only believable bit in a sea of clear demon bait. Sera (did not ask about ancient elves): I mean, that whole place, clearly demon bait. Top to bottom.
Sera: It makes messing with their relics real stupid. So! Test done, you’re still you. We can leave these lies behind. [12]
2 - Morrigan drank, asked Abelas about ancient elves Sera: (Stifled laugh.) I’m sorry. Oh, wait, no, I’m not. It’s just the funniest, innit? That creaky old Abelas in Mythal saying the elves weren’t destroyed by Tevinter?
General: A painful admission for him. [8]
General: You’re gloating? [9]
General: What’s so funny about it? [10]
8 - General: A painful admission for him. PC: An admission that did not come easy. Sera: Course it didn’t, because that’s elfy elves’ thing, being the sore losers of history. I never hear the end of it. [11]
9 - General: You’re gloating? PC: That’s some “long dead” you’re gloating over. Sera: Pfft, about time I got mine back. Elfy elves have shoved “victim” in my face a million times. [11]
10 - General: What’s so funny about it? PC: If that’s a joke, I don’t get it. Sera: Everyone is always, “Oh, poor elves, victims of this and whatever.” But the empire ate itself. Love it. [11]
11 - Scene continues.
Sera (Dalish PC): We’re not “proper” if we aren’t sad about the grand history “stolen” from us. Turns out we’re no better than anyone else. Sera (non-Dalish PC): Like being sad makes them better than me. Turns out, they’re not victims. They’re the same as everyone else: arseholes.
Sera: Plus, a big, old temple full of demon-worshipping lies. Grand, that. [12]
3 - Morrigan drank, did not ask Abelas about elves Sera: Oh, hi, you! Strange days, right? Weird elves and Morrigan going wading. Better her than you. Glad to be back where things make sense after the demon-worshipping lies of Mythal. When do we go after What’s-his-lumps? [12]
12 - Dialogue options:
Investigate (PC drank): This threat was a test? [13]
General: You think Mythal was all lies? [14]
General: This was about demon worship? [15]
General: What do you mean? [16]
13 - Investigate: This threat was a test? PC: How was aiming an arrow at my face a test? Sera: I heard once that if you’re possessed, the demon will defend itself against attack. Sounds stupid to say it out loud. I don’t know. I don’t know demons. At least if it’s true, the arrow’s right there. I’m sorry, yeah? Morrigan’s probably got better ways, but who can trust her?
Dialogue options:
Special: Never again, you hear me? [17] -Sera slightly disapproves
[Back to 12]
17 - Special: Never again, you hear me? PC: You never do that to me again. Sera: Fine, all right. Sorry I don’t know how to deal with rubbish no one was meant to. [back to 12]
14 - General: You think Mythal was all lies? PC: You seem pretty certain. You don’t believe anything from Mythal? Sera: Course not. What, I should believe all that stuff “because elves”?
15 - General: This was about demon worship? PC: So your main takeaway is that elves worshipped demons? Sera: Well, they never call them that, yeah? But that’s what it had to be.
16 - General: What do you mean? PC: Why are you dismissing what happened in Mythal? Sera: Of course. None of it holds up.
18 - Scene continues.
Sera: I mean, it was impressive and all. Makes the Dalish look like tits for living in the woods. But so what? There can’t be a bunch of gods and the Maker. Don’t matter how much or little you believe, those don’t fit. So call me stupid, but I believe the stuff not made up by dead people who failed. Mythal is a ruin full of demons. I mean, it just makes sense, right?
Choice dependent dialogue:
Non-Dalish PC [19] Dalish PC [20]
19 - Non-Dalish PC Dialogue options:
General: But what if even some is true? PC: There’s so much history there. What if some of it is true? -Sera slightly disapproves ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
General: I believe it was all true. PC: The evidence is hard to ignore. I believe it. -Sera slightly disapproves ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
General: I agree it was all lies. [31] +Sera greatly approves
Sera: No, now you’re stupid. You can’t think that, because it’s stupid.
PC: But everything we saw?
Sera: Why believe it? Because Abelas looked weird? If that’s all it takes, Coryphy-shitheel is full of lumpy truth.
Sera: You’re not even an elf. Why are you being so damned elfy? I mean, I’ve dated some right tits, but you’re the Herald of Andraste! You keep saying this, you’ll sound like an idiot.
Dialogue options:
General: Will this affect us? [21] General: So, are you mad or what? [22] General: I don’t like your tone. [23]
21 - General: Will this affect us? PC: You’re upset. Will this come between us? Sera: Pfft! If I gave up on everybody who believed stupid stuff.
22 - General: So, are you mad or what? PC: Is this a fight? Because you’re calling me a lot of names. Sera: It’s not a fight. You can believe whatever stupid stuff you want.
23 - General: I don’t like your tone. PC: I don’t appreciate that. What if this is important to me? Sera: You can think whatever you want.
24 - Scene continues.
Sera: I mean, I can like you as an idiot, but maybe the Inquisition expects more? Maybe keep quiet? Sera: I mean, Qunari probably have weird horn gods, but you’ll keep quiet while leading the Inquisition, right? Sera: I mean, dwarves kiss rocks or something, but you’ll keep quiet while leading the Inquisition, right?
Dialogue options:
Flirt: Let’s both shut up. You first. (Continue the relationship) [25] +Sera greatly approves
Too far, Sera. We’re done. (End the relationship.) [26] -Sera greatly disapproves
25 - Flirt: Let’s both shut up. You first. PC: Right, you want me to be quiet, set an example. Shut it. Sera: Pfft. Charmer. Come on, let’s get ready for Lumpy. And by “Lumpy” I mean Coryphishit, not your bits, because that would be gross. Lumpy bits. So yeah… I’m done. Food? Scene ends.
26 - Too far, Sera. We’re done. PC: That’s what you think of me? Sera: What? You don’t know everything. PC: I expect support. I expect better. I think we’re done. Sera: We’re… ? But I didn’t… ? Right, fine. You know what, you know so much? Go know it yourself. I don’t need this. And I don’t need you either. Fuck. Scene ends.
20 - Dalish PC Dialogue options:
Dalish: You’re insulting our heritage PC: That’s the legacy of our people you’re insulting! -Sera disapproves ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
General: But what if even some is true? PC: There’s so much history there. What if some of it is true? -Sera slightly disapproves ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
General: I believe it was all true. PC: The evidence is hard to ignore. I believe it. -Sera slightly disapproves ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
General: I agree it was all lies. [31] +Sera greatly approves
Sera: Frig. You’re going elfy.
PC: What?
Sera: It’s when fairy stories make your ears droop for “lost glory,” but “glory” squats in the woods and smells like halla arse.
Sera: I knew it was coming, knew I shouldn’t start to like you. I said it, right? This doesn’t fit. It can’t fit. I’m not elfy. So say you’re kidding, and we can go back to our weird-enough normal? Please, [Honey Tongue/Buckles/Tadwinks/Shiny/’Teetness/Inky]?
27 - Dialogue options:
Investigate: Why is this too much for you? [28]
Flirt: For you, anything. (Agree with Sera. Relationship continues.) [29] +Sera greatly approves (after investigate) +Sera approves (did not investigate)
I’m an elf. I can’t look away. (Disagree with Sera. Relationship ends.) [30] -Sera greatly disapproves
28 - Investigate: Why is this too much for you? PC: You’ll really end our relationship over what I think of some ruins? Sera: Maybe I don’t believe much or understand it, but some people think too much and can bend anything to fit anything. Some things just don’t fit. Yes, you can explain it, and no, I won’t get it. But I don’t care. Some things don’t fit. So take it back. Just say you’d rather look ahead. That’s all. [back to 27]
29 - Flirt: For you, anything. PC: You’re right. A temple full of nonsense. You and I, we don’t need it. Sera: Frigging right, we don’t. Confusing bunch of… You know what we need? How about we go someplace alive and live? Can’t find that in a hole in the ground. Scene ends.
30 - I’m an elf. I can’t look away. PC: I’m sorry, Sera, but I believe this is important for our fellow elves. Sera: And say the other bit. PC: What? Sera: “You’d get it if you were smarter. If you understood what it ‘meant to be elven.’” Take your elves. I’m just people. Tell me when we’re kicking Coryphy’s arse. The rest, we don’t do anymore. Fuck. Scene ends.
31 - General: I agree it was all lies. PC: I’m with you, everything in that temple was highly suspect. Sera: Oh, good. I was worried you were going elfy on me. Come on, let’s get ready for Lumpy. And by “Lumpy,” I mean Coryphishit, not your bits, because that would be gross. Lumpy bits. So, yeah… I’m done. Food? Scene ends.
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yourfavouritecharly · 8 months
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Delusional for my own enjoyment
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strqyr · 6 months
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i've talked myself into a corner re: who the spring maiden was. i have three options and each has pros and cons to it, so i guess i'm solidly in a hell if i know gang like
spring is a completely new character: the most straightforward option that doesn't actually require any explanation, but it's also the least interesting one.
gretchen used to be the spring maiden: generally makes sense and explains raven's portal in the flashback, but... spring ran away after it all proved too much for her vs gretchen died on a training mission would require some explanation, me thinks. the door has been left open for more oz secrets but his lies are usually at least somewhat based on truth, and if gretchen did run away first, telling hazel that she died when gretchen could very well return to her brother, the only family she has left, is a risk i don't think ozpin would necessarily take. like, he'd have to have a good reason to believe gretchen wouldn't go back to hazel—e.g. she had been convinced her powers would put him at risk, etc—or he was aware, to a certain extent, of summer's mission and what it could have entailed—maybe summer brought the idea to him first, and he shot it down? (and then she did it anyway lol)—so gretchen having died would have been a fairly safe assumption to make in the wake of her running away.
it was raven all along: would explain the similarities between raven and spring—i.e. the whole running away thing that could very easily be said about raven as well—(and, on a more speculative note, would potentially add a neat contrast between raven and summer and their reasons for leaving) but who is the portal to then???
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ghost-proof · 1 year
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"I will survive!"
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antvnger · 1 year
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I…wait what?…
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HOLY CRAP YOU’RE RIGHT!!
Oh my gosh, my life is like a beloved Christmas movie. That’s awesome!!
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ifyougoillfollow · 1 year
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a song for a song
|Gen. | Mic & Midnight | 1650 words | Fantasy AU|
"Can you sing, senpai?"
Hizashi winces. He hadn't meant to cut Kayama off, even if he hasn't been entirely listening to a word she's said for the past hour or so.
Kayama straightens from her crouch, hands him yet another fistful of dirt-clodded roots to stuff into his increasingly soiled satchel. At this point, he's going to have to wash it. And his robes. And his hair, too, while he's at it. He should have braided it; it's getting kind of long. Now there's probably bugs in it.
Hizashi refuses to cry about it. Plenty of other things to cry about nowadays, and he's yet to cry about any of those, so bugs? Not gonna do it. Not today.
Kayama eyes him a little like she was eyeing those roots on the forest floor a second ago, but in the end she only snorts and says, "You're the bard here, not me."
"And you're the witch, yet here I am with dirty, smelly herbs in my robes."
"No one asked you to come, snotbrain."
Hizashi takes a moment to remind himself that he is not crying today, then says, "Well, fortunately for you, senpai, Aizawa has gotten much better at evading me with his stealthy ninja skills, so looks like you're stuck with my lovely, charmingly clingy self for the foreseeable future."
"Lucky me, indeed," Kayama mutters, even as she's foisting more assorted foliage onto Hizashi's wary arms. She waits until he deems each twig adequately bug-free before setting off again into whatever new direction through the trees her witchy senses are leading her towards.
"Yeah, I can sing," she answers at length, "I guess. Probably not as well as you can, though, if we're being honest. Not exactly my specialty, is it?"
There was a time, not two moons ago, when Hizashi would have preened at his senpai's first-ever admission that she likes his singing. Now, it just serves as a reminder of all the songs he's had caught in his throat since Oboro died.
Kayama is not looking at him, too busy charming her way through previously virgin forest brush in order to allow them easier passage. Hizashi feels her scrutiny regardless. The air is clear and sweet and open. Inviting. Hushed like a sated dinner crowd awaiting the first song of the evening. The absence where Hizashi's song would be if he weren't choking on it rings louder than his voice ever could.
Kayama slows, her shoulders rising gently in what could be a breath or a sigh. Hizashi nearly hightails it out of the forest right then and there – bugs and blushing virgin underbrush be damned – but when Kayama speaks it's only to tell him to keep an eye out for a flower that 'kind of looks like two monkeys fornicating,' and then she's off again about herbs and roots and spices and their many medicinal and decidedly non-medicinal applications.
She has a lovely voice, even when just speaking. Full and rich and with a little too much heat, like smoke from a spitting hearth fire. Hizashi's always wondered what it'd sound like in song, can't stop wondering even as she goes on and on about dirt and leaves and bark, until she finally stops to contemplate a vine unfurling from what might very well be the heavens for all the attention Hizashi's paying to it.
"Sing for me," he says, unable to choke the words down.
Kayama snorts, keeps contemplating her vine. "What, right now?"
Because that wasn't a 'no' and because she's not looking at him and because the clear forest air remains bereft of song, Hizashi asks, "Why not?"
"I don't know many songs, for one."
"Choose whatever. Anything at all."
"What if I choose a terrible song?" she asks, affecting a pout.
"No such thing, senpai!"
She rolls her eyes and bats the vine at him, but it's only a few beats before she caves. "Honestly, I only know lullabies," she says. "You know – for fussy little babies."
Hizashi laughs. "Lullabies are good! Sing me a lullaby, senpai!"
Kayama's answering grin is more teeth than anything, and it's also the first sign that Hizashi has walked into a trap. "All right," she says, voice too-innocent, "if you insist. Follow me." She flashes another snaketooth grin at him and disappears behind a curtain of vines.
At the sight of the lone finger she sticks back through to beckon him forward, Hizashi once again considers taking his chances on a solo sprint back out of the woods. In the end, his curiosity wins out over his meager self-preservation instincts. He follows.
The two-step trek through the vines is harrowing, but what he finds on the other side might be even more so. It's a perfectly picturesque clearing. Suspiciously picturesque. The clearing is warm and bright and cozy, with lush cloud-cover trees surrounding a bed of down-soft grass and wildflowers. There's even a brook babbling quietly to itself off to the side. A far cry from the barely tamed woods two steps behind him.
Kayama, perched on the grass below a swaying willow, laughs at whatever expression is on Hizashi's face. "Welcome to my den of decadence," she all but purrs, "where I bring all my... conquests."
Hizashi tries not to balk. Tries.
Kayama cackles. "Oh, don't flatter yourself. You wanted me to sing you a lullaby, so I'm going to sing you a lullaby. Properly." She pats a spot on the ground right next to her. "Come here."
Hizashi, forever hapless in the face of his senpai's schemes, does as he's told. Once he's seated, Kayama roots around in her bag for some incense to light ("For the bugs," she informs him with a roll of her eyes) and a stoppered vial filled with an unidentified lavender-colored liquid.
"For you," she says expectantly.
Hizashi downs the contents of the vial without question. It tastes like too-sweet perfume, but he's had worse tonics from Chiyo-sensei, so he doesn't complain.
"It's a new sleep potion I'm working on," Kayama explains, even though he hadn't asked. "I've been meaning to test it, but I haven't had any willing volunteers due to what happened last time – which wasn't even my fault, if anyone's asking – and Chiyo-sensei says slipping potions into other people's food is unethical because she's no fun, so here we are."
For his own peace of mind, Hizashi elects not to ask what happened last time. "How long will it take to work," he asks instead, "and how long will I stay asleep?"
"No idea, that's why we're testing it. Now lay back, unless you want to crack your skull if it takes effect suddenly."
Hizashi eyes the grassy ground warily. "How effective is this fancy incense of yours at keeping bugs away again?"
"Oh, come here, you big baby." She tugs at him until he's laying down with his head pillowed on her lap. Hizashi does his level best to not perish on the spot. She flicks him on the forehead. "Relax, already. I won't bite unless you ask me to."
"Not helping," Hizashi grumbles, willfully ignoring his fever-hot face.
Kayama's thigh is warm under his cheek, and she smells like twigs and earth and wildflowers, and Hizashi is not crushing on his senpai – he is not – but suddenly he understands all too clearly why Oboro had once badgered him for weeks to serenade Kayama on his behalf, until Hizashi had agreed on the condition that Oboro write the lyrics himself (and make that fact clear to all present witnesses), which he did, happily, and the lyrics had been terrible and mortifying and damned near impossible to put to melody, but Hizashi had put his bardly reputation on the line and done it, and Kayama had, of course, laughed like he's never heard her laugh before or since, but had also been so obviously charmed by it that Oboro didn't stop smiling for the rest of the week. If all of Hizashi's songs hadn't died with Oboro, he'd be singing that one right now.
"Sing for me, senpai," he says, because his eyes are starting to burn and because she promised and because this moment calls for song. Every moment calls for song.
"You're the bard here," says Kayama, fingers tugging knots from his hair, "not me."
"Please..."
"A song for a song, then."
"Sleepy..." he mumbles, and it's an excuse, but it's also the truth, his limbs heavy as sun-warmed sand.
"When you wake up."
He shakes his head.
"Why not?"
"Can't," he whispers, too tired to scream.
"Sure you can. You're a bard."
Is that what he is? Kayama-senpai sure seems to think so. She keeps saying it. Why does she have to keep saying it?
"I'm not singing until you say it."
No. That's not fair. She promised.
"Yamada." She smacks his sleep-numb cheek until he looks up at her blearily. "You're a bard. Aren't you?"
"I'm a bard," says Hizashi, because if there's one thing he's good at, it's telling people what they need to hear.
"Good boy," says his senpai, and she's not smiling any kind of smile, but she does finally – finally – start to sing.
Her voice is as lovely and Hizashi knew it would be, and the song – well, the song is lovely, too, in the way that all songs are lovely, even though this particular song is about a busy baby bee winding down for bedtime. Hizashi lets the lyrics wash over and through him, but the melody – the melody he soaks up along with Kayama's voice, lets it seep into the very core of him, into the sun-spooled place nestled deep behind his rib-cage from where his songs and his soul and his spells flow and flourish, and he knows without a doubt that he will never be without song again, because if nothing else, he'll always have this one simple melody, soft and whole and true.
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cxtori · 1 month
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y’all i think i’m just incapable of writing short fics 💀 every time i go to write something thinking i’ll be able to post it soon it turns into a 3k+ thing because i keep getting more ideas that fit so perfectly into the prompt. i just can’t control myself 😭 i’ve decided i’m just gonna be posting mini series once i get them finished cause clearly doing short one shots isn’t working 🧍🏽‍♀️
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birf · 2 years
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we hung out for over 24 hours and as much as I enjoyed being around him all I could think about in the end was wanting to lay in bed and eat dinosaur oatmeal by myself
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