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justbreakonme · 9 months
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Whumpee liked many things about Caretaker.
They had a soft, kind voice, with soft kind hands, and even softer, kinder eyes.
They laughed a lot, and made him laugh too, and didn’t seem to notice when he laughed too long or too loudly or too gracelessly.
They gave him food, nice things, and clothes that fit, and a bed (a real bed, just for them!), but… There was one thing in particular that Whumpee liked the most.
See, Whumpee had never needed to be broken. They’d never dare intentionally step out of line, not even in their wildest dreams or most terrifying nightmares. But, they were flawed. Deeply. And made many mistakes.
But, where Whumper had attributed those mistakes to malice, Caretaker merely corrected him, forgave him, helped him.
He remembered fondly (oh how strange to remember anything fondly) the day Caretaker first brought him home. He had tripped over the edge of the welcome mat, and fell hard, knocking the coat rack down with him.
He had been braced for blows, or at best the yelling and screaming that always reduced him to tears, but, instead, Caretaker had crouched down and asked if he was okay. He had stared, blankly (stupidly), at them, covered in coats and scarves, until Caretaker had moved to help him. He’d flinched, and Caretaker still hadn’t struck him. Instead, they offered a hand, and helped him up.
Caretaker smiled, awkward and toothy and more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen, and apologized, (apologized, to him, of all things!) making a little joke about how welcome mat wasn’t very welcoming.
Whumpee had stared for a moment more, still braced for this all to be a trick. Then, it was like something inside him broke, like a rubber band snapping, and he laughed. He’d laughed, hysterical and ugly, till tears came to his eyes, and then couldn’t stop them.
He’d begged through tears that he was sorry, that he was trying to be good (an old habit that had still never died, despite having every reason to), but Caretaker still didn’t raise a hand against him.
He didn’t remember all the details, after that, only that Caretaker had brought him into the kitchen, and given him a mug of something warm and sweet, and sat down across from him. And had let him cry, only interrupting to assure him that he was not in trouble and to hand him a tissue.
Yes, Whumpee liked many things about Caretaker. Their heart most of all.
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codgod · 6 months
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i open mariana’s stream. he once again doesn’t have the translate box. he’s in a steve skin. he’s asking if he can be on red bc he was told the game was killing everyone on the blue team
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edgelord-saeran · 1 year
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Harry's route in a nutshell
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danwithouttheplan · 15 hours
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sizzleissues · 8 months
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Decided to make apple crumble. Got these lovely local apples, started peeling
A fucking woodlice crawled out of the third one
Stopped making apple crumble, feel like there's a million bugs on me
Cries
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captain-grammar · 4 months
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reasons I think I should buy that £50 bottle of perfume:
I LOVE the smell
it can be a late christmas present to myself
it can be an early birthday present, too
it's not nearly as expensive as the almost £200 bottle I also want
life is stressful and i deserve a to treat my damned self
reasons I shouldn't buy that £50 bottle of perfume:
CONSUMER GUILT OF SPLURGING A NOT INCONSIDERABLE AMOUNT OF MONEY ON THE PRODUCT OF A HUGE MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR BRAND AND FEEDING THE CAPITALIST MACHINE
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INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM:
Afterglow of a Star
"Hello?! Okay it works! So uh- does anyone know how to befriend Scavengers really, really quickly!? I would prefer the information as soon as possible!"
*a loud clank can be heard*
"Ow! You alright Wispy? Okay, anyway! Please help out if you can! Slugcat? Slugcaaat! Where are you!?"
*An explosion echoes from the distance*
"Okay- they see me! I have things to trade! I- holy- please calm down! Slugcat?! SLUGCAT!! Where the f-"
END OF TRANSMISSION
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multiversegideons · 5 months
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I don’t have seasonal depression. I want to stay in, but that’s just natural IMO we should hibernate. And when I’ve said I had seasonal depression in the past, pretty sure that was just depression depression but it happened to be winter
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six-demon-bag · 9 months
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have moved from “nap cures headache” to the “nap causes headache” part of the cycle
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greenconverses · 1 year
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the problem with being a ~respectable brand manager is that all my snarky quips to shitty comments have to remain in draft because i want to keep my job
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queen-of-obsessing · 1 year
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[”what even this” explanation here]
Day 2 - May 4 
This day was a lot better! I came a lot earlier, and the weather was BEAUTIFUL. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, the birds were singing. I got to spend some time doing my math assignment, and doing a little novel writing. Then I got lunch, and got myself a little iced tea. Then I attended my class on TIME and got a good seat, and brought all my writing utensils and things. Still didn’t talk to anyone, but we’ll get there. After class I had a huge gap of time, so I got to write my novel a little more (my blorbos are fighting), but it was very lovely. 
Aaaaand then lecture. My professor goes a full 17 MINUTES overtime?? And my poor dad picking me up had to sit there waiting for me for over twenty minutes while I ran from one end of campus to the other. My legs hurt so bad. 
But overall? A huge improvement. 
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a-mere-dream · 2 years
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QiJiu Week Prep Update 2
I'm still on track for seven fics! And feeling pretty proud of myself for that :) To repeat: Summarised → Outlined → Written → Edited → Tagged and Titled
Day 1: Time Loop - Written (4.8k)
Day 2: Dragons and Phoenixes - 70% written
Day 3: In-universe RPF/Bodice Ripper - Written (3.1k)
Day 4: Plot Device Fueled Communication - Outlined
Day 5: The Sect Leader’s Husband - 60% written
Day 6: Amnesia - Written (5.8k)
Day 7: Ghost Boyfriends - Outlined
(Update 1)
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calli0p3 · 2 years
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anyways hi guys i jjust tripped down the stairs in a movie theatre full of people !
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Forgot that I now live in a state where people will ask your pronouns and then offer to take you shooting
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bridgeportbritt · 2 years
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Mini update - Chap 10 is under way with a fun part of the chapter being announced (I guess is the right word) tomorrow lol exciting stuff!!! Also, I should mention I’ve been playing around with skin details (i know shocking) so literally in the middle of this chap people might start looking different lol Not sure when this chapter is posting, but of 5 parts, 2 have all their shots and 1.5 is written. Slowly starting on the next part which is Bria’s and tomorrow’s post will help kickstart that!
As far as a life update, a bitch is busyyyy but hanging on. My new job is great! It’s fun and I like my coworkers, plus I work mostly from home but the downtown office is pretty cool. I’ve also changed my business name, signed my first corporate client, and hired 2 new people so big things happening there! All in all things are good!
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Last week I experienced something that could be a prelude to a horror movie. My boss and I were showing a contractor around the rooms we plan to renovate and place storage units for our archival materials, and no joke there was a single drop of red liquid on the floor. I looked up at the ceiling to see if some sort of fluid was dripping down from up there, and I looked around for anything that resembled wet, red paint. Nothing. The contractor and my boss kinda hummed about it, just as confounded as I was but unphased by the single drop of red liquid that seemingly came out of nowhere. It didn’t look too dissimilar to blood and I was thinking damn... already in my new and awesome job, I might be cursed???
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