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something something "to know how it ends and still begin to sing it again" and "and just knowing that everything will end we should not change our plan when we begin again" and beginning anew while looking the end and despair in the eyes, something something

#*slams buzzer* life series coded #(i have authority on this as both a hadestown and hozier fan <3)

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attention joann's shoppers. there is a freak in the yarn aisle buildinf a nest

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It's just totally insane to me that once or twice a year grian comes along to herd together a bunch of Minecraft builders into a PvP series to provide fandom with a fresh new batch of homoerotic drama, while everyone except Scott, INCLUDING GRIAN, pretends no such thing is happening and they're all just in it for the memes

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you awake?

some art for a boat boys au im working on… its hard to describe what exactly it is, but its based on the show ‘WAYNE’ if any of you have seen it.

Joel lost count of the days once they passed D.C. He should’ve kept a book or something—hell, he could’ve found a sharpie and scrawled some tallies on his palm— but it was hard track of time when all you really wanted was to outrun it. But as the sun set, slivers of a dreary dusk streaming in the windows, Joel was trapped in it. But this time, he didn’t mind so much.

Etho’s head was a dead weight on his shoulder. The rumble of the car engine kept lulling the both of them to sleep, but Joel fought. Just in case. Just to count the breaths against his collarbone. Those, he could count. Passing days didn’t matter anymore— this did. Here and now, the road ahead of them, did.

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get fished idiot

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dnd au thoughts

it's hard to be beside someone who's both a stranger and simultaneously someone you feel you've known for a lifetime. the warmth of jimmy's smile is so familiar to scott, and the sparks of magic that surround him every time he moves are far too similar to his own... yet they speak to each other like strangers, awkwardly and clumsily, and scott is sure that his feelings of familiarity are very much one-sided. surely jimmy tries to accomodate him because he's just that good of a guy

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“winner. Winner! WINNER!!”’

For the 3rdLife anniversary im so on time (im almost 6 days late)

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dnd au thoughts

scar keeps a notebook. it's an old and worn thing, most of the time hidden in the depths of his pack. scar keeps a notebook, and grian and jimmy are naturally curious people.

they find no secrets, just a lot of strangely mundane stuff. the notebook holds worthless trinkets from their adventures that they never managed to sell, complete with detailed descriptions of where they were found. there's dried flowers with their scientific names scribbled in scar's hand, as well as a bunch of phrases between quotation marks, sayings scar must have found important enough to want to remember. there's drawings of cities and dungeons and creatures they've encountered, and one particularly detailed sketch of grian's own face that has him both confused and flustered. but most of all there's lists; of names and of places, seemingly arbitrary, random, disconnected, some underlined or scratched out. there's so many that they must have a meaning, somehow.

maybe they did find some secrets after all

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gem has inspired me to go and play dredge so i think that's the plan for this evening hehe

#i cant afford to get the game rn but im seriously seriously considering saving for it dslgkjdsgj

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a desertduo just chatting stream on hermitcraft would save me i think

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dnd au thoughts

the kiss was a surprise to jimmy. not a bad surprise, no, far from it. scott was an amazing person, strong yet gentle, confident and beautiful... but also pretty much the embodiment of restraint. one moment they were talking by the fire, and the next jimmy felt like scott was looking right into his heart.

scott looked, but somehow jimmy felt like he didn't really see him. even with their lips pressed together and careful fingers dancing in his hair, scott seemed absent. the apology that followed the kiss stung, but jimmy didn't comment on it. he wondered if scott even trusted him enough to answer any questions he might have.

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I was thinking of doing fanart of your au (still haven't decided what or if I'll do it pls no pressure dkfjkfjd) and I think I just made a big story connection.

So you said Scar might get revived or something along those lines.

Grian has that watcher thing where he can't really control himself.

"promise me you won't let me hurt you Scar."

... I think I'm connecting the dots. And if I've connected them correctly... Ooooo boy-o the angst train is a-choo-choo-chooin'

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gfdjhgjfdhjghdf hehehehehehe

grian has already proven he's dangerous and yet. scar wouldn't leave his side for the world

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"What are the cons of hair dye? Anyone? Do you think I'd make a good brunette? Because being blonde clearly isn't worth it." -Zed, probably

The next chapter of "Beaded Beloved" is out! Please go give it a read!

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i had to make one for them too

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Idk when will DDVAU return but is there any WIP in progress? If so will we see more characters in the next mother spore series? (And maybe cub/j)

I know its being a big while since the last update, but we are working hard to bring the next chapter!! For now this 3rd and final part for the mother spore arc is 24 pages long so im very greatful for all the support and patience inbetween the updates!

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Apologies, I was mistaken, as Grian was Mother Spore at some point then that gives MILF rights thus World's Sluttiest Absentee Mother

when your bones are laid to rest i will be there. and i will crunch. and i will munch. 

as our mother spore would’ve wanted .

please . never say those words to me again . i am gonna PUT A FIST IN THE WALL . /lh /j

#....every time i begin to consider adding mcyt posts to my main blog i find shit like this that i will inevitably reblog #and am forced to remember why i keep it seperate

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afternoon fishtalk