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always on the tip of my tongue (ch 4/12)
rating: explicit
word count: 53,033 (4/12 chapters)
summary: Friends. A decade ago, they could have been more, but that's not what happened. They remained friends. Best friends.
Benefits. Because having a best friend who knows you inside and out can have its perks.
(Read from the beginning on AO3)
(Read chapter four on AO3)
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Ok, screw it, I'm making a kinda search post for the online fairy game mentioned at the end of this post on my main
Here's what I wrote
"Third [deep memory unlocked by doing fairy research] being a fairy based online game that I cannot remember the name of for the life of me. But I think it was like- kinda neopets mixed with club penguin. This could entirely have been a fever dream as I remember playing it around the same time I got the Fairy Doorway, which was when I was deep into my fairy hyperfixation."
I'm sure it isnt Pixie Hollow
I think it COULD be "The Real Tooth Fairies" but the website looks like it was updated and so I'm not sure, as what I remember playing was 2d.
#tomt#tip of my tongue#flash games#2010s#2010s nostalgia#nostalgia#I'll reblog with updates when I have em#this will probably be a short lived tomt/lost media(?) search if im gonna be honest#i'm ilke 88% sure it's real tooth fairies
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I am losing my mind
Does anyone know the title of/remember a book that was like- one of those 2000s teen girl survival books? there was also a "boys survival book" or something along those lines, and a sleepover one. I am losing my fucking marbles over this.
It looked somewhat like this (artist's rendition from memory kekw)
The title is of course probably wrong, since if that was the title I would have maybe found it by now. also the cover was a bit more grey than red but that was the only somewhat matching image of a book i could slap text over.
IT HAS BEEN SOLVED
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Trying to find a video but I don't remember the title.
It's a story told in first person about humans becoming immortal and then living until the heat death of the universe.
Anyone know about it?
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What is this book called???
I read a YA science fiction book some time in the late 90's or early 00's that I remember vague details about, but have never been able to find the title of. Here follows my (likely inaccurate) recollection. If anyone knows what this book is, please tell me!
- It is post-apocalyptic. A girl lives with her father in a small house surrounded by nature. They are the only two people left, as far as she knows.
- Every day they must wind the many clocks they keep in the house. This is very important for some reason.
- She has a pair of artificial wings she can use to fly places. Her father doesn't like her flying too far out being gone too long or something like that, because of danger.
- Elsewhere, there is a community of people who live deep underground (or in caves?). They moved there to escape the apocalyptic scenario, which I think may have been disease-related? The people never see the sun, so are all pasty white and have vitamin D deficiencies. They believe they are the only ones left.
- A boy leaves the community. Is he running away, ejected and exiled, or does he leave to go get help? I don't remember.
- The boy exits the cave, blinking into the sun.
- The girl happens to be nearby, and they see each other, to their shock.
- The girl licks a finger and holds it up to test the wind direction. He is disgusted thinking about all the germs flying from her saliva towards him on the breeze.
- She takes him home to her father.
So that's all I've got, folks. If anyone remembers any parts of this from a book they know, let me know. Over the years my memory has almost certainly been distorted. Maybe parts of this are things I dreamt, who knows?
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been trying to find this song for years! i recreated what i remember of it in beepbox.
i remember the song used flutes and drums, had a female singer, and was not in english. if i had to guess, maybe in russian or chinese? it was released some time before 2013.
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Sorry, but I have an autistic mind, and I have started another zombie phase (I may post once or twice about them on here, idk). There was this text based choose your own adventure I played around 2016/17 that I cant remember the name of. Honestly, all I can remember about it is that it had a keypad with three numbers worn down, one twice as much as the others, the protagonist was immune to the zombies found out due to testing in a lab, and there was a really long sewer section. I'm sorry if this isn't enough info, but this was 6 or 7 years ago.
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Can anyone help me? I’m looking for a particular animatic from about 5 or 6 years ago using this audio
youtube
The art style was kind of similar to a combination of Galactic Bun and Lavender Towne
The content the creator made was I think musical related (Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, or Be More Chill) before they released their video is the above audio
Another thing I remember is they had something to do Laizy-boy I believe? I don’t remember exactly. Again, it was about 5 years ago and I was about 15/16
If anyone can find who and/or what I’m looking for, let me know. Thank you!
#cleric cries#animatic#tomt#tip of my tongue#I guess#alice in wonderland#Hamilton#be more chill#dear evan hansen#help#Youtube
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HELP ME!!! to find this piece of media pls i beg u. also its smth before 2012 ig
I watched this cartoon when I was a kid. I think it was a broadcast on tv, because I couldn't find it on my discs. I remember a few scenes well.
Scene one: one of the brothers says he wants to climb into the old mansion through a little hole in the wall or door, the other brother is afraid and tries to prevent him. He doesn't listen and climbs halfway in. After that he screams and beg to save him because someone tries to drag him inside. It turns out to be a joke and he laughs, after that he really gets dragged inside by ghosts or something.
Scene two: the boy runs home and is afraid to tell his mother about what happened (i'm not sure if it's his mother, but the woman is his caretaker or his nanny). Later she calls the brothers to dinner, but only one boy comes downstairs, so the woman goes upstairs and calls for his missing brother. Somehow the boy climbs into his room through the window and tells the woman that he is not hungry (I think he was hiding under a blanket at that moment).
Scene three: The boy decides to rescue his brother and enters the mansion. He meets a ghost girl and she tells him her name. The name is very long (I think it included some aristocratic titles and other stuff) and because of this the boy says something like "I'll just call you Rose"(not sure what that name is but I remember her as Rose). Also, she was wearing some beautiful expensive dress.
Scene four: This is the backstory of the main villain. It was raining and thunder could be heard. The dining room with the fireplace lit was shown. The villain was there, but she was a maid at that time. Maybe she had poisoned the food or killed the family she served, but only the picture above the fireplace was shown, and from behind the lightning the shadow of the maid could be seen. Maybe she was a werewolf or something. Also in the background was a story about some kind of curse.
I remember well that there was not only an aristocratic ghost girl, but also the ghost of a little maid. I think she told the story from scene 4.
At the end the boy saved his brother and it dawned on as I remember.
#ZAAAMN#help#someone help#tomt#nobody knows it im sure lol#anyway#cartoon#please#heeelp#oh my god#help me#ghosts#heeeeeelp#!!!!#=(#im sad#help to find#lost media
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I was watching Billiam's new video about Heroscapes and it reminded me of this toy set I really wanted as a kid but for the life of me I cannot remember what it was called
I vaugely remember seeing commercials for it as a kid in the early 2000s and it was very infomercial-esc. It was a set of dragon toys and all I really remember is one of them was pink. I don't think there was a castle or anything involved but there could have been.
If anyone knows what I'm talking about or has help please message me :(
it was NOT a playmobile or safari kit (as far as I know) by the way
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I recreated the cover and one of the pages of a book about a cat that goes to school from memory!
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this is a prequel of sorts to always on the tip of my tongue! a glimpse into wille and simon's very first taco tuesday. eventually (like, after all of tomt is published, so basically never) this will be one part in a series of mikael pov insights into wilmon's relationship, but i wanted to share this for now! enjoy!! <333
if he likes you, he'll smile
Mikael had been working at Geronimo’s for nearly two months the day that he met Wille and Simon.
He didn’t even think he’d be in the job that long. He had just been laid off from another corporate bullshit position and had been enjoying a proper midlife crisis when another eviction notice forced him to resort to bartending again. Geronimo’s FGT was decidedly not his kind of place. He hated how touristy the area was, hated the shitty bands the owners constantly had in for live entertainment, and more than anything, hated how monotonous the job started feeling just after a couple of weeks.
He wanted to quit. He was seriously considering giving his notice. He nearly did several times, but for whatever reason, he kept hesitating. It was good that he had a job for now, but he was already restless. Something was missing. Mikael didn’t know what he would do or where to go next, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was invisible here. Mikael couldn’t even remember the last time he had an honest-to-God conversation with someone. In this town, the idea of him disappearing forever without a soul noticing he was gone was more reality than fear.
And then, one day, on a Tuesday in autumn just like any other Tuesday, Crown Prince Wilhelm sat at the bar right before him.
Mikael didn’t give a shit about the royal family. He was surprised he even recognized him. He probably only did because Wilhelm was around the same age as Sanna, his daughter. Mikael remembered the headlines when Erik passed away. It was right after Mikael got into that last big argument with Nea before she packed everything they owned, left, and took Sanna with her. He remembered watching the videos of Erik’s funeral on the news, seeing pictures and closeups of Wilhelm, and just thinking about how young he looked.
He still looked young now. His hair was shorter, his face more angular, and he didn’t look sad like he always did when he was on the news. Quite the opposite, really. He had another person with him tonight, a shorter boy who looked even younger, whose smile seemed so bright and genuine that Mikael almost felt blinded by it. As the two boys slid into their respective barstools, bright laughter filled the room, and Mikael thought that today would be different. He didn’t know how, and he didn’t know if the change he felt was necessarily a good one, but it was different.
He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to address the prince in any sort of particular way. For a moment, he thought maybe the prince was trying to be discreet, and he shouldn’t address him at all, but the pair of security staff who followed the duo inside and positioned themselves nearby made it clear that Crown Prince Wilhelm was here. Plus, people around the restaurant noticed him and started staring. All eyes Mikael could see were on Wilhelm.
If the attention bothered Wilhelm and the boy sitting beside him, they didn’t let it show. Mikael couldn’t imagine that it didn’t. He felt awful for the kids. As the stares turned into whispers turned into audible speculation, Mikael felt the urge to yell at everyone to shut the fuck up and leave them alone. But if he was going to quit this job, he at least wanted to do so on good terms so he could still have references. He did not need to have to explain the fact that he was fired because he lost his temper in front of a prince to his next employers.
Realizing that he was staring, too, and was maybe now part of the problem, Mikael cleared his throat, leaning forward on the bar and raising his voice so Wilhelm and his friend could hear him.
“Can I get you boys something to drink?” Mikael asked, trying his best to sound casual and uninterested.
“What do you have with tequila?” Wilhelm asked. His voice was teasing, his smile playful. Mikael was caught off-guard. He hadn’t spent any amount of time thinking about what the Crown Prince might be like, but this young, smiling boy was nothing like what he might have expected.
Mikael didn’t say anything, just narrowed his eyes a little. He picked up a drink menu and placed it down in front of Wilhelm, dragging his finger around the portion of the menu that listed their cocktails and detailed which tequilas they had on the shelf.
Mikael watched Wilhelm’s smile twist into an amused smirk before he looked down at where Mikael was pointing.
“Mmm, I’ll take a ginger beer, please,” Wilhelm’s friend said, reading the drink menu over Wilhelm’s shoulder. Mikael nodded and reached under the bar, opening the cooler and pulling out a glass bottle. He placed it in front of the boy, who smiled at him brightly and thanked him. Exceedingly polite.
Mikael took a moment to size up the prince’s companion. He certainly didn’t seem royal or even royal adjacent. He looked astoundingly normal. While Wilhelm was outfitted stylishly and professionally in a collared shirt and smart sweater, the other boy came simply dressed in jeans and an old hoodie with the drawstring missing. The two boys looked like they came from two different worlds, but at the same time, there was a sort of familiarity and ease between them that felt… right.
“How spicy is the spicy margarita?” Wilhelm asked, looking up at Mikael with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes that Mikael didn’t quite know what to do with.
“No. No, Wille,” the boy cut in before Mikael could even open his mouth to answer. “You can’t keep pretending you like spicy things. You’ll take two sips, spend the rest of dinner complaining about it, and end up wasting the entire drink.”
“You don’t know that,” Wilhelm grumbled, pouting dramatically as he looked back down at the menu.
Mikael had to bite back a chuckle. It was amusing how comfortable the boys seemed with each other. The boy called the prince Wille and teased him knowingly. It was strange, seeing someone so famous casually sat in front of him, so strikingly human. Mikael felt drawn to the prince and his friend, almost like he was a part of their world. Or, maybe stranger, that they were a part of his.
“I’ll order the House Margarita if you can tell me what’s in Geronimo’s Secret Margarita Mix,” Wilhelm said, looking at Mikael with that same playful smile that continued to catch him off guard.
“It’s written in the employee handbook that if we tell someone, we have to kill them,” Mikael said, without thinking. He had a moment of doubt when he thought that maybe threatening violence against a prince might not be the smartest move, but at Wilhelm’s widening smile, he continued. “It also explicitly states that we do not grant exceptions regardless of rank. The only way one can learn the secret of the Margarita Mix is if they have concerns about allergens.”
Wilhelm’s friend laughed at that, beaming at Mikael with a thousand-watt smile.
“Oh, I like you already,” he said. The boy looked at Mikael closer now, considering him in the same careful way Mikael had just done with him. After so much thought about how working in this part of Stockholm made him seem invisible, in this moment, he felt almost unnervingly seen. “I’m Simon. Best friend of Wille. Official title. What’s your name?”
Still apprehensive, Mikael just pointed to his chest, where a nametag was pinned to his apron.
“Mikael,” Wilhelm read, grinning wide.
“Good, he can read,” Mikael muttered to himself before he had a second to think better of it.
His gaze flickered over to Simon, who looked like a kid at a candy store. Clearly, he was delighted that Mikael was instantly willing to poke fun at Wilhelm. Mikael didn’t know why he was chasing the approval of this… kid. Especially at the expense of the actual Crown Prince of their country. It was something to do with Simon’s smile, Mikael thought. It felt familiar. It reminded him of Sanna.
Mikael knew his face fell at that realization. He also knew that Simon had caught it, and Mikael watched as his smile faltered, but only for a fraction of a second.
“Literacy is one of his better qualities,” Simon said to Mikael, glancing over at Wilhelm with a fond roll of his eyes.
“It’s ‘Gang Up on Wille’ day, huh?” Wilhelm muttered, looking up briefly to glare at Simon. Simon just laughed lightly, looking down at the food menu the hostess had given them when they first sat down.
Someone in Mikael’s position would have to be blind not to notice the rush of pink on Simon’s cheeks. Mikael remembered what it was like to be that age, no older than nineteen or twenty if Mikael had to guess. He recognized Simon’s exact blush from his early memories of Nea.
Mikael wasn’t ready to make any assumptions, but he was briefly curious. He thought he would have heard something if the prince was gay. Or bisexual or whatever, Mikael didn’t know. Then again, maybe they were trying to be discreet. But, Mikael thought, there were definitely places more discreet than a busy restaurant in the middle of Gamla stan, just minutes away from the royal palace.
So, they were probably best friends. Still, Mikael noticed the way Simon looked at Wilhelm, like he had just hung the moon. It wasn’t nothing.
None of his business, though.
“I’ll have the House Margarita. Salted rim, please. For now, you can keep your secrets,” Wilhelm said, smiling at Mikael again. “But next time, I’ll find a way to get you to tell me while also sparing my precious life.”
“Precious,” Mikael scoffed, causing Simon to let out another breath of laughter.
Mikael opened his mouth to ask to see Wilhelm’s ID before he stopped short. Do members of the royal family even carry identification? Mikael knew Wilhelm was over eighteen, but he was still legally required to ask. Unless there was an exception for princes? He didn’t think there would be, but he also had no reason to know. Would Wilhelm get mad at him for asking? He couldn’t help but glance over to the security guards, who, admittedly, looked terrifying.
Mikael thought back to how he wanted to quit this job before they fired him. He did not want to have to tell the story of how he was fired for not carding the Crown Prince.
“Can I see your ID?” Mikael asked, keeping his expression as neutral as possible.
Wilhelm looked surprised for a moment, but he instantly reached into his pocket to remove his wallet and his ID, which, apparently, he did carry with him. That was good to know.
“I’ve never seen you get carded before,” Simon said to Wilhelm, beaming ear to ear. “This is the best day of my life. I hope the food is good, Wille. This might finally be our place. It feels right.”
Mikael glanced down at Wilhelm’s ID (which was weird, so extremely weird. Wilhelm had so many names and probably the nicest picture Mikael had ever seen on an ID) before handing it back to him wordlessly.
Mikael set to work making Wilhelm’s drink, thinking that their interaction was over for now, but Simon spoke up again, surprising him.
“So, Mikael,” Simon said, his voice curious and friendly. “Have you always lived in Stockholm?”
The answer to the question was no, but Mikael was a very private guy. He didn’t want strangers asking him personal questions. It was none of their business. Especially not the prince’s.
Mikael finished pouring the last of the ingredients into his cocktail shaker before answering Simon’s question with a frown and a shrug. It wasn’t a yes or a no—it was just an acknowledgment. Simon seemed to take the hint, and he just smiled at him with a nod. Understanding, gracious, unnervingly kind.
Simon and Wilhelm were quiet while Mikael finished making the drink. They looked around, admiring the space. For all of its faults, Geronimo’s FGT was fun. Decked out in colorful textiles, weird bird taxidermy, and neon cacti, the place felt like a fever dream interpretation of the American Southwest. Mikael did love it, and so, as it would seem, did Simon and Wilhelm, who each wore small, pleased smiles on their faces as they took in the atmosphere of Geronimo’s.
Giving the margarita a few good shakes, Mikael poured it into a mason jar with a salted rim and slid the drink over to Wilhelm, who thanked him profusely and wasted no time downing half the drink with one prolonged sip.
“Nectar of the gods…” Wilhelm mused, putting the jar down with a satisfied sigh. Mikael still didn’t know quite what to make of Wilhelm, but he thought that he liked him. Or, at least, he was pleased that the prince seemed to approve of his bartending skills.
“Anything to eat?” Mikael asked, using both his hands to point at the pair of menus in front of Wilhelm and Simon.
“It’s Tuesday, so definitely tacos,” Wilhelm said, with so much enthusiasm.
“Which tacos would you recommend?” Simon asked, looking up from his menu to Mikael.
“They’re all fucking great,” Mikael said, truthfully. Since starting here, Mikael had tried and enjoyed pretty much the entire menu. “Birria are good. Fish, too.”
Mikael watched Simon and Wilhelm exchange a look, wordlessly communicating before Simon nodded and grinned, turning back to Mikael.
“Perfect, we’ll try those,” Simon said, before glancing back at Wilhelm. “And we’ll split them so we can both try both.”
“And queso, too. Please. As much as you’re willing to give us,” Wilhelm added, before doing something weird with his eyes. Mikael thought Wilhelm might have been trying to wink, but he wasn’t sure. He might just have something really wrong with his vision.
Mikael left to put in their food orders, and then, a little reluctantly, went back to work. As much as his curiosity made him want to linger by Wilhelm and Simon, there were other patrons sitting at his bar, and more drink orders coming in for him to work on. Even if he had literal royalty at his bar, Mikael couldn’t afford to give them all of his attention. He was cutting his rent a little too close as is.
While Mikael was able to busy himself with the Taco Tuesday crowd, he did occasionally try to listen in to Simon and Wilhelm’s conversation, just to get a better idea as to what their deal was. He wanted to know why they were here, of all places.
It sounded like they were catching up on the past week or so of their lives. Simon must have been a student, probably here in Stockholm, as he spent most of his meal talking animatedly to Wilhelm about various classes and professors. Wilhelm was listening intently, nodding along and peppering in questions and comments throughout.
Mikael realized that their appearance at Geronimo’s was really quite simple. Wilhelm and Simon were two friends, meeting for dinner to catch up on each other’s lives. There was nothing fancy, no royal banquets or expensive wines or anything. Just two friends sat at a bar, eating tacos and talking about their day.
It was… endearing.
When it was getting late, and their plates were all but licked clean, Mikael approached Wilhelm and Simon again, leaning against the bar opposite them. He offered them a sort of smile, a slight purse of his lips that was just about as friendly as his face could get.
“Good?”
“Fucking great,” Wilhelm grinned, repeating Mikael’s praise from earlier.
Giving the boys a satisfied nod, Mikael placed the bill between Simon and Wilhelm. Simon let out a loud bark of laughter before pushing the bill directly to Wilhelm.
“Why do I always get stuck paying?” Wilhelm said, teasingly. Still, he didn’t hesitate to immediately take out his wallet and hand Mikael a card, smiling politely all the while.
“Wilhelm, do not get me started today. You are already on such thin ice,” Simon said, his voice surprisingly serious. Simon must have had plenty of thoughts on the excessive amount of cash Wilhelm surely had at his disposal. It was surprising—in a good way, Mikael thought. Wilhelm seemed to have a friend with a good head on his shoulders. Polite, engaging, and willing to challenge him.
Mikael really, really liked this Simon kid.
He also really, really missed Sanna.
Mikael ran Wilhelm’s card and returned it to him. Wilhelm pocketed his wallet, thanked Mikael again, and then started to get up.
“You’ll be working next week, right Mikael?” Simon asked as he stood. Mikael was surprised at the question and didn’t answer right away. He just stared at Simon for a prolonged moment, raising an eyebrow. “Next Taco Tuesday. We’ll see you here again. Next week?”
Mikael shrugged and smiled a little. He supposed he would stick around until next week, at least, if that meant seeing Wilhelm and Simon again. He was still curious about them. He wanted to listen to them more and try to understand them better.
“Next week, then,” Wilhelm smiled. He crinkled his eyes in that weird and awkward way again—probably a wink. Then, with a final wave, they left Geronimo’s, security detail in tow.
Suddenly, Mikael’s monotonous job felt like the most interesting place in the entire country. Maybe Mikael would quit next week.
But for now, he’d stay. Make a couple of margaritas. Eat a few more tacos. Have a fucking good time.
#ally writes#tomt#i wasnt sure if i was gonna publish this anywhere but it turns out im too proud of it to gatekeep#oops#also me naming this after another jimmy song??? classic me#ok bye
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LISTEN I AM NOT CRAZYYY
I KNOW THERE IS A STOCK SONG (THAT'S ONLY INSTRAMENTAL) THAT GOES LIKE: Ba BA ba-ba-ba BAAA!
AND I NEED IT TO PUT IT OVER THIS GIF OF SHREK AND KOMEADA DANCING ON THEM HATERS SO I CAN HAVE A KARKALISIOUCS 2009!!!
FOR MORE CLARITY HERE IS A VERY GENDERFLUID PERSON SINGING/BEATBOXING TO IT.
I WILL GIVE ALL OF MY ROBLOX TICS TO WHOEVER CAN FIND OUT WHAT MUSIC THIS IS.
PLEASE.
PAPA FROM BILLION SUPPRISE TOYS IS FINNA SHOOT MY FAMILY LMFAOOO
This is a very serious very dire situation
I am counting on you.
HAVE A KARKALISIOUCS 2009
GO FORTH AND FIND IT.
HURRY...
#have a karkalisious 2009#important#support#rant post#losing my marbles#danny gonzalez#help#hostage#save me#boping tunes#new years#ALL CAPS#if you know you know#TOMT#reddit#you know what to do#FIND THISS#gun?#ngl papa kinda lookin smexy in that picture#BST dosen't do him justice he LOOKS LIKE A SNACCC#I might take a bite outta that ass if he takes the tape off my mouth 👄#stockhome sydrome#yay!
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Tip Of My Tongue
Xbox or PlayStation game that I only remember 1 part of. It was this part in this castle where there are these shopkeepers, kind of like a rest spot. Very dumbed down version of the screen below.
Talking to the shopkeeper(Orange) would show a screen kinda like this VVV
Lorem ipsum because i forgot what he says
The shopkeeper may be a person or some sort of blue flame
The gui layout is correct (i think) but the gui style is not
If you know what it is please reply with the answer!
(Also it was a AAA title, not an indie game!)
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Hey I got a bit nostalgic and wa ted to find videos that I used to watch about taking care of pet snails, but I can't find them. I remember one video I watched was about using a plastic shoe container as an enclosure, another had a snail care guide that recommended using (non-toxic I think) paint to mark them so you cam keep track of them. Another video mentioned/showed her squishes she made, I think she did have on making them. I THINK she might have also done video on hamsters, but that's not as clear to me. Please tell me if you know what I am talking about (also, the videos were made like more then at least 3-4 years ago or more).
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I really hate when my tomt comes around coz aside from bleeding and cramps the EXHAUSTION
I spend three weeks building myself into a sleep routine and spend one having it torn apart like it's nothing
Waking in the pm ain't it
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