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soranker · 23 days
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my girlfriend
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spider-man-2o99 · 1 year
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another Important Interaction from sm2099 v1 issue #10 between miguel and his mother, conchata
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skunkes · 6 months
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i love rmemembering i can just draw however forevrer
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noctude · 5 months
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ok im going to listen to boygenius
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daisychainsandbowties · 7 months
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Ava being called pretty boy by bea got me feeling some typa way because when is it gonna be my turn😩🥺
don’t worry i’ll call you pretty boy 😌😳🥰
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denieatsart · 4 months
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Is it normal to be Kind Of scared of sleeping because of weird dreams that happen more and more ofte as time goes by like . is this a thing most people have gone through at least once
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duckzz · 8 months
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dude i love life right now. like i can make myself a strawberry milkshake??? AND pancakes??? AND enjoy fresh strawberries??? AND listen to silly goofy live songs recording by my favorite silly goofy satanic band??? AND give kisses to my cat at the same time??? i call that self care 🫶
AND YOU SHOULD DO SOMETHING NICE TO YOURSELF TOO TODAY CUZ YOU FUCKING DESERVE IT <3🫵
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OF COURSE ash was trying to play all sides that mf (explosion noises) swagdoons are insane. ive heard of the comfort stream bc i read ur fic so all i know is Stuff Goes Down (thanks for ur desc and clips btw i appreciate it <3)
oh youre welcome !!!!!!! love talking about that $tuff they Are ju$t $traight up in$ane . comfort $tream i$ a fever dream im $till not $ure HOW we got that . i Need the . FUUCKKKKK . im going to .
li$ten . the comfort $tream went into my hou$e and killed me dead and im going to thank it for that for month$
LITERALLY one of red$ fir$t reaction$ when it come$ to a$h on life$teal i$ remembering team chao$ leaving him day of the clean$ing . loyalty clip . thi$ one clip i finally had time to cut out $o i could $tick it into my yt $wagdoon$ playli$t ( hi ) and al$o my yt $wagdoon$ playli$t but chronologic ( hey there ) . and then i have to go out and $ay a$h apologi$ing for betraying him two minute$ into the conver$ation i$ one of the LE$$ FUCKED UP THING$ THEY DID THERE ???????? WHAT .
red wdym youre a$king if you want to wor$hip him . what do you MEAN you dont need anything metaphorical for it " like a path to heaven , but a phy$ical incentive " . im going to blow up . im going to find your ba$e reddoon$ and then im going to blow up THERE . what do you mean they find the other the mo$t unkillable player on life$teal . w , hat do you mean a$h could never kill him .
a$h$wag $niffing noi$e$ oh you $mell like you died recently ? fuckoff
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yume-fanfare · 1 year
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something something the fact that hajime and mitsuru more or less assume and understand that ra*bits are going to follow different paths probably sooner rather than later but are also the two that want it to happen less
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marcusagrippa · 1 month
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hi hello bad rewritten poem-ish. drops it and runs
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drenched in scarlet yet to be spilled, 
your hands shake. more than his. you’re scared. 
it’s stupid, really, isn’t it? to be so scared for such a man. there’s nothing special about him, 
no reason you should care whether he lives or dies, 
other than the fact he is the sun. 
son.
sun.
there's no difference, not anymore. 
there is a thin line drawn in blood between devotion and obsession,
loyalty and love,
and you should not cross it. you should not want to cross it.
a fat bead of sweat rolls down his temple as he cries out. he is shaking. he is dying. 
let him. it would be better that way, wouldn’t it? 
better to watch as his skin pales, his limbs go limp, his cries fall silent. 
better to watch as those constellations you have found etched onto every inch of his skin, 
engraved into his skull, tattooed over his heart, finally blink out. 
leave him. either he will not live to see the dawn break, 
or he will be the dawn breaking, or he is only hours away from killing 
the last shard of hope that the dawn has left to spear the endless night with. 
there is no going back now. 
you have found a pretty monster to pledge yourself to, haven’t you? 
golden curls, fanned out on the pillow. like a halo. like he’s gone already.
but you can see the blood caked under his fingernails still, 
you can hear the screams of those he has butchered. those you have butchered, you 
idiot, why didn’t you stop him? it’s because you’re a loyal little bitch, isn’t it? 
you always come back when he calls you to heel. you are the one with the teeth,
tearing and biting and ripping a blood-soaked path to empire for him to walk.
you could kill him. 
put a stop to all this. it would be a mercy, really - he’s already half-dead. 
take that pillow. smother him. he’ll smother himself if you won’t, 
drowning under the weight of his own ambition. 
hurry up and do it! you wouldn’t have to see his eyes, then, 
and his pleading would be muffled, and you wouldn’t have to hear 
as he chokes on his honeyed words, 
unfulfilled promises too sweet, sticking in his throat. 
but you can’t. can you? because you love him.
i’ll say it if you won’t. you love him, because who wouldn’t? 
he’s perfect, isn’t he? or maybe you're just blind. blind and weak, 
bound to crumble at the slightest touch of his hand, the gentlest word, the softest command. 
weak. poison in your mind. 
your hands grip his wrists as he thrashes, muscles spasming,
yelling wordlessly. and then your fingers are down his throat, his teeth biting into your skin
as you try to stop his own tongue from suffocating him. this is the closest you’ll ever get, 
something inside you realises. the closest you’ll get to being inside him. 
and you want to kill that part of you, kill it dead because you are not so depraved, are you,
to be thinking such things at a time like this?
but you are.
you are a savage at heart. at least, that's what they say.
a beast at his command, a monster born backward, clawing its way up from the dirt. 
you will always be his dog,
nothing more, nothing less. left begging for scraps
as he sets his sights on greater things than you. 
he coughs around your hand and you feel him hack up blood,
coating your fingers with the stuff. lick it. it's the closest you'll get to tasting him. 
and that way there will be a part of him in you forever. if he is the sun
you are his moon, his mirror, his shade, a pale reflection of his grandeur.
you stare at the blood on your fingers and wonder how the son of a god could be so fragile,
so human.
 even gods cannot escape their flesh unless you eat it for them. 
and he has eaten, yes, he has already eaten,
picked dry the bones of a dictator and vomited forth a half-digested image of the divine.
just a taste. he won't mind. 
a finger pressed to your lips. the tang of iron. blood of heroes, blood of tyrants, 
blood of kings.
his breathing softens, eyes opening, pale and blue and scared,
and there is an ache in your chest that you cannot quite place.
he says your name, a prayer whispered from his lips, and you shatter.
weak.
he does not love you, not like you love him. but he needs you.
and that is close enough, isn't it?
so you hold his hands, small and mortal, and the dawn does not break. not today.
today, it dies, a little more than a hundred metres away from you,
speared on its own sword and gushing lifeblood onto hands forever unclean.
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ink-asunder · 4 months
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Class of 09 makes me feel so normal /gen.
Like, it's not JUST realistic writing. It's that when I was a teen, I told outrageous lies about sex and drugs and unreasonably cruel treatment. Just like, for attention and to get out of trouble and as a way of coping with the REAL traumatic shit I was going through. Most of the time it was just exploratory behavior! (Idk if THAT'S usual for teens, but I have autism and psychosis, which can incentivise exploratory behavior.) And finally seeing THAT represented in such a mundane slice of life style of story kinda helped me stop repressing and forgive myseld about that shit. Yeah it was wrong, but I was a fucking traumatized teen, and a pretty normal teen on top of that. I'm not going to hell for that shit, yknow?
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bewby · 1 year
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he reached out to me and told me why he blocked me and he was so nice to me and he talked about us needing distance and i understand him it just really made me sad so much to see yesterday but he really wa sso nice and k'm crying and i mean god i can't deal with it still haha it makes me so sad but i know it's also needed and it doesn't diminish the like. amount of love and appreciation we have for eachother when we say we need distance. he also said something along the lines of. i know you in my bones. i literally started sobbing so much man jdjddhjf he's the only person i have ever felt such a deep connection with like the way we know and understand eachother literally is indescribable we can literally understand eachother without us even having to say anything . so it's so fucking much . and i can't register anything bur. i'm happy he reached out o me jdjjdjdjd. i love him. and we need distance. it's true. we're both going through it and it will help us. but of course it's alot to deal with . and of course we atill have a lot of love for eachother so it's gonna be difficult . ahjgkgnfdj. oh man
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sangfielle · 2 years
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if yyou think incest is funny in any capacityyyou genuinely need to blow your braisn out i cannor believe that kurtis conner got as popylar as he is among the tyhprs of people he did. excspt it really sogupdnt really be syrprising we are literally always a spectacle and a laughingstockcfor people lucky enough to be uninvolved.
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All of my ocs have some kind of addiction
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pastasaladman · 1 month
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KUBZ SCOUTS AND SOUTHAPRK CROSSOVER POSTED THE LORD HAS BLESS US TODAY!!!
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voidcoretxt · 11 months
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oh that last post reminded me of honda by david shawty . that songs okay
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