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bigolgay · 4 months
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Which motherfucker gave me the flu😑
I felt a cough coming yesterday (not surprising. Everyone here is currently coughing up lungs).
Today I can’t stop coughing and breathing isn’t fun.
But that’s fine… and that’s all that was wrong this morning…
This afternoon?
Bitch I wish death upon me and whichever fucker came near me and gave me their disease.
Pounding headache (not dehydration related. But that did remind me to go fill up my bottle, thanks!) and feeling weak and shaky and I keep getting really nauseous.
So like textbook flu really.
Anyway.
I am filled with rage and hate.
Not really though, I’m still full of love and whimsy and am still just a silly little guy.
I will commit atrocities against every single person in existence.
With the exception of Reneé Rapp and the guy on tiktok who’s whole account is dedicated to him peeling garlic.
That’s my whole fyp btw. Just Reneé Rapp being stunning and funny and iconic and funny and beautiful and silly and relatable and beautiful and stunning and omg she can sing so well and make ears so happy omg. And then guy peeling garlic and throwing the naked cloves in a bucket of water and it makes nice *plonk* sound. I also had one about a cat who was on the list to be euthanised because she was aggressive after her kittens died, but she got adopted and they adopted her and a kitten to hopefully soothe her but she still wanted to go outside and find her babies and was getting so stressed about it. But then the family had a baby and suddenly she wasn’t stressed about the kittens she’d lost because she had a massive naked kitten that she claimed and I may or may not have cried then and I may be teared up now. IT WAS SO CUTE. SHE WAS CUDDLING THE BABY AND WAS KEEPING AN EYE ON THE SMALL CHILD WHILE IT WAS PLAYING AND SHE KEPT HEADBUTTING HER (which if I wasn’t talking about a cat would sound kinda fucked up?) AND IT WAS SO CUTE AND SHE FINALLY HAD HER OWN BABY AGAIN AND AHHHH NOW IM CRYING AGAIN.
Okay. I took a second to compose myself. I’m calm. I wanna nap but I’m too uncomfy to nap. And I don’t want to go get medicine because my Nan will start babying me☹️if I just don’t move at all and have the fan pointed at my feet I might be able to nap.
Guys be so proud of me, I bought a water bottle and I be sipping. Water still gross though. But we persevere (I dunno if that’s the right word).
I take a nap now maybe. Nunight. Love you. Kisses and handshakes and hugs and high fives.
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luyo-mi · 5 months
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🐙❤️
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cartoonhostage · 1 year
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UNCLE TELLO PROPAGANDA BE UPON YE! HE LOVES HIS (TEMPORARY) TURTLE SON! VOTE CASS’ UNCLE DONNIE IN @rottmntpeepawpolls !!!
(Pray for my boy that he may survive against MNMC!Leon 🙏🙏🙏)
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soupfather · 8 months
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He’s so happy you’re up!!!
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accio-victuuri · 2 months
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maydayissleepy · 6 months
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ARIN IS HERE AS WELL!!
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What if he had little dragon wings on his jacket. Wouldn't that be cool
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napping-sapphic · 1 year
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Even if we were both having a bad day, i would still offer you my favorite comfy shirt to make you feel better which would in turn make me feel better too
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dailymothanon · 4 months
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Typical girls night out 😌 anyways what I had in mind for this was (district era) Alaska trying to handle a land simply too lawless and dangerous. But he’s too bitter at the world to be taken out smh. Soapy Smith is gonna have to do a little more than that
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Nvm he just threw up raspberry juice 💔 (he was jumped idk how he’s still walking)
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bro-atz · 5 months
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i never thought about this seonghwa until @eyeryis put it in my head
but oh god to wake up in hwa's arms... fuck, no, to sleep in hwa's arms... that's the dream that's the goal that's everything
sometimes he's lil spoon yeah but he's usually mostly always the big spoon nd his arms are just wrapped around you and holding you close and secure and you just feel the warmth radiating off him and his skin and his heart—
and like if you wake up before him right you're just staring at his facial features and wondering gosh how did mother nature create such a beautiful man and not leave enough for the rest of us god his lips and the way his eyelashes flutter— oh shit he's awake
"good morning baby"
oh and seonghwa's groggy morning voice? lawd have mercy! his lips are just by your ear and he's letting out a lil chuckle seeing your body flush pink, and your skin just turns red when he peppers you with kisses so early in the morning oh wow all this love and affection and it's not even nine in the morning? must be nice
if he wakes up before you right, he's brushing your hair out of your face, observing your facial features, falling in love with you all over again and wrapping his arms around you even more to the point where he doesn't even care if he's squishing you because that's what you're supposed to do to cute things anyway—
okay this is where i'm stopping bc my nose started bleeding help
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kafka-ohdear · 3 months
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what's the other thing that is also fucked up?
that bucky is a giver. he is always the one to show affection, admiration and caring towards buck, who simply has no clue that he worths that much in bucky's heart.
he always sees buck as somewhere, something he could hold onto, to return to and to care about. it is almost like his instincts to ask people if buck is doing alright whenever they are not together, and his whole mood later will depends on the answer he gets.
then when he thought he lost buck, they were brought together again. he was just genuinely glad, and there wasn't any other thing that mattered more than buck being alive and reunited with him.
well, the thing is, buck also loves bucky, but not the same way that bucky loves him, and he loves marge more.
when he said he has popped the question to marge and she said yes, bucky wasn't exactly happy about it. he tried to gaslight himself into that he's happy for his best friend because he has a pretty girl waiting for him to come home, but another part of him knows that he wants to keep buck to himself. but he cannot, and could never do so, in any universe they are together as friends.
because buck belongs to the greater world and his girl; and bucky belongs to him, he's wholely devoted to the guy even if that means his feelings will never be reciprocated.
bucky doesn't care though, because he's one hell of a giver, and he'll give away his feelings to buck because a part of him is still holding onto the days they were the most important thing in each other's lives. and he would never let go of it.
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helianruby · 1 year
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A secret santa gift! One of the prompts was Murder Mystery so I ran with it and had a lot of fun
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b4kuch1n · 2 years
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thank you for coming to the show
but now it's curtain call
and senses will be out the window in a minute
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lesbiangiratina · 10 months
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Concept art testament ass and concept art i-no tits theyre friends to me
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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year
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doodle page from a couple months ago of Nico having way too many immortal friends
also yes i did just use Nyx’s Hades design. it’s a good design.
#pjo#riordanverse#nico di angelo#let's see if i can't not crosstag while explaining this woo#okay so top l > r: my hc about Nico in Tartarus for the longest time (and tbh still is)#was that the like Singular Break he got down there was taking a nap in the Palace of Night#and that N and Achlys just think he's Neat. they didnt really help him but they didnt hurt him either#more of just let him crash on the sofa#i refuse anything about pjo's version of N. reject your canon and substitute my own#anyways then his parents then Hest#< feels weird shortening her name but yknow. struggling not to crosstag here#then Cupid (i dont think i have to worry about crosstagging there) cause i like the hc that Nico is one of his fav mortals#and they both DO chill out with each other eventually. or are at least chill sometimes#cause it's Nico literally grappling with the literal physical manifestation of the concept of romantic love#so once he sorts that out theyre chill. if nico has a bad romance day he shows up like ''bitch lets get u some ice cream''#then Demet Arte and. well he's labeled.#i think the dynamic of Nico doing yardwork for Demet funny. that's his. Grandma. Aunt. Grandaunt. Dont think about it too hard#then Arte just thinks of him as her roaming emo little brother (cause of Bianca) - hes an honorary brother of the Hunt#all the Hunters just accept ''that's our little bro he has very mixed feelings about us though''#and then. handshake same aesthetic. i like the hcs that Nico was an Eye for him for awhile before Walt ergo the fashion sense#my art
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Pac wakes to the sound of someone stumbling into the room. Fit, just the other side of the bed, is awake but not moving; he follows his lead.
"Fuck!" it's Mike, it's only Mike, but he sounds terrible. "Fucking shit!"
There's the sound of Mike kicking the box he just walked into, and that's when Pac acts. He leaves Fit's arms, rolling over and flicking on the light.
"Mike?" he asks, rubbing sleep from an eye. "What's wrong?"
He's drunk. Pac can easily see that Mike is drunk, from the way he sways slightly and the slur in his voice. Richarlyson pops up beside him - Pac gestures for his son to go put himself to bed.
Richarlyson doesn't move immediately, but Mike does.
"Pac?" Mike asks. "Are you-?"
Despite the alcohol, there's a break in Mike's voice; Pac stands, and walks over, and pulls him into a hug.
"You're fucking drunk, bro," Pac says. "What's wrong?"
"He killed me," Mike replies, drunken rage quickly shifting to alcohol-fueled sobs. "He killed me!"
Pac clutches Mike a bit tighter, tugs him over to the bed. Fit has sat up, now, making room for them both.
"Who killed you?" Pac asks, even as he sits and forces Mike to curl at is side. "Mike, who hurt you?"
"Naked Slenderman," Mike hiccups, pulling more wine from his inventory; Pac is tempted to steal it, but knows already how that ends. "We were trying to banish him, but he locked us all in the Freddy Restaurant. Took people out one by one until it was just me, then he put this skull down and then this red axe-"
The shaking and tears take over. Pac himself is shaking too, clutching Mike a bit closer. Fit looks over from his comms, probably reading a surely mangled translation, and raises an eyebrow.
Pac shakes his head - not now.
Fit nods and quietly adds, "you're safe here, Mike; I'll just put Richas to bed."
The boy is not thrilled to be sent away with one dad still sobbing, but Fit herds him out anyway. There's a sign left behind, one reading 'Chayanne got back in and got him up. Ramon and I looked after him.'
Pac makes a note to thank the children in the morning; for now it's better they sleep.
He can't fix this - he can't. He doesn't understand the naked slenderman, for all it stalks and terrified him too. In the lamplight, in the night...
Pac hopes Fit is back soon, because he is definitely also scared.
"I think it's the guard I killed," Mike whispers. "I tried to give him back his badge, and he just sealed me in the sewer."
"The sewer?" Pac asks, before he remembers the teenage mutant ninja turtles area of the lower backrooms.
Mike nods, and whimpers, "once I lined up the photos the exit came back."
"Fuck," Pac replies, because what else can he say. "I won't let him get you Mike."
"I don't think you have a choice," Mike replies. "He's powerful. He's so powerful, Pac, he just dragged us around and not even Dapper's ritual could stop him! Dapper told me to start praying and I did and he killed me!"
"Does it still hurt?" Pac asks, because sometimes it does. He wants to help, to comfort, but his brain feels filled with fog.
A nod against his ribs; Pac pulls the blankets up to hide Mike, and holds him even closer.
"We can try new enchantments on your armour," Pac suggests. "Maybe...?"
Mike shakes his head - still drunk, still inconsolable, "one hit Pac! All my armour shattered and he killed me! We can't win. We can't win. He's going to take us!"
The hopelessness is in Pac's soul too - he pulls the blankets even higher, hiding himself as well.
"Even if he hurts us, we'll come back," Pac promises instead. "We always come back, always get out - no escape is impossible, remember? We just have to work it out."
Mike cries and trembles, and Pac continues to console him. While Mike stays hidden Pac's eyes flicker out, searching every corner of the room. He doesn't see it - there's no white, nothing like that, not again, but he can't help it! Even as he promises Mike they'll be okay his own heart rate picks up, searching out the creature - ghost perhaps - with a vendetta against him and his friend.
The door opens, and Pac shrieks.
Mike's sobs grow more desperate, clinging tighter as he does.
"Calm, calm," Fit uses a few of the Portuguese words he knows. "Just me. Richarlyson is asleep."
"Thank you, Fit," Pac replies on instinct, as he remembers how to breathe.
"You good?" is the reply.
Pac... Pac switches to English, because he wants Fit to understand. "Naked Slenderman is after Mike. It kidnapped him and killed him and kidnapped him again. I've seen it too - at the museum. We think it's after us."
He half expects teasing, but Fit's face turns serious.
"Let's push the bed against the wall. Pac? You go the far side. Mike in the middle. I'll guard the outside - the wall should guard your back."
It's better then just pretending to be a pile of blankets; Pac nods, and quickly translates the plan for Mike. Mike's English is just as good as his, but scared out of his mind... It's better, to be sure; Pac's struggling enough himself, and he's not the one who was stabbed.
It takes less convincing than Pac expected to convince Mike into pajamas. It's only as Pac remembers that, of course, Mike's armour was ruined and so he's just as vulnerable in all states.
Pac slips a few diamonds and enchantment books into Mike's backpack, just to be sure he'll be able to replace it in the morning. It might not be the best as Etoiles would define it, but it'll make something as good as is reasonable.
It is as Mike is being helped into something more comfortable - still clinging to Pac with every opportunity even if he is quieter now - that Fit shoves the bed to the wall, and Pac notices the new scar on Mike's chest.
A giant cleave, from the hollow of his shoulder all the way to his thigh and, damn, that's a painful way to die.
A painful way to die, and a horrific injury to survive.
Pac can imagine Mike on the floor, bleeding and in agony, screaming and calling for help in a sealed up room, pain blinding his senses until only a child can make it through a slowly widening hole to save him, anyone else too large - Mike screaming for Chayanne to get to safety instead, more willing to die than let a child be harmed... As soon as he thinks Mike will let him, Pac pulls him into the tightest hug he can manage, and onto the bed.
Mike stinks of cheap wine and other alcohol, but he's still Mike - he's Mike, he's Mike, he's /always/ Mike.
Fit leaves on the light as he comes to bed, pulling the blankets up over all three of them. Rolling onto his side he reaches across Mike to rest his hand on Pac's shoulder, and curls his body protectively around Mike's back.
Mike's safe now, or as safe as he can be - Pac shields his front and Fit his behind. They both hold him tight, secure he can't be taken.
"I've got you," Pac whispers the promise in soft Portuguese. "He won't take you from me."
Mike just nods against his chest.
"Good night Pac, good night Mike," offers Fit. "Sleep well."
Pac appreciates the sentiment, but doubts either of them will ever sleep again.
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tapakah0 · 11 months
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Sensei taught me how to draw fast and don't really mind accuracy... now I hate to make complete works because I like fast... So think twice...
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