If someone makes a stupid reply in anything I do I'm just going to delete it (the reply) btw
Some pinhead decided my coming out str3amer au comic was Cr0wley getting exploited for money
Please exit my notifications and get help
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Oookay, I have 3 good news:
1, 2. these turned out well!
3. And these tiny ones!!
Now to the problem...
somebody forgot to turn off the layer or something...
Will have to contact the manufacturers.
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What was the deal with The Great Mission to Rescue Princess Peach? Was it whoever had the other half of her brooch was the one she was destined to marry? Something along those lines?
My proposal is simply to give Mario that brooch. Make him find it as a kid or something.
Better yet, if you wanted to really solidify that loving Mario is a choice Peach makes—that every day, she chooses him, despite the difference of their social classes, despite his self doubt, and despite her fear—make it so that there is no other half of the brooch. Instead, Peach has a brooch exactly like hers crafted, and gives it to Mario.
(Bonus points if she proposes to him with it.)
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Hey do you guys think Snuffy is lonely? I mean making friends as an adult in the first place can be extremely hard, then add on top of that being famous. Of course he had the people on his team but even so it's telling that he never hung our with any of them. He might've *known* his other teammates but for some reason he clicked with only one of them. He went to crazy parties with him, he dragged him into his controversies, he was trying to make up for every night he lay alone after practice feeling tired and incomplete.
His ego told him, you only live once right? His ego didn't want him to ask the question of "What are you without football" because to him the answer was a loser. Someone with no close friends except one. Of course, he'd never tell anyone that though..
Do you think that to even the person closest to him, Snuffy seemed like a golden untouchable god? That even when he let someone get close to him, he still wasn't vulnerable enough to be a true friend? Do you think that he didn't go to the funeral because he's Marc Snuffy? Because he knew that cameras would follow him and he wanted to give the family peace? Or because he didn't know enough about him to give a proper eulogy?
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tag @anincompletelist @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @lemonlyman-dotcom
Everything I’ve written lately is…..NOT GREAT…….it feels bad, it looks bad, it is bad, and the first chapter of The Roman Holiday AU will be up January 1st regardless ✌️
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The first surprise greets them on the street just outside Alex’s door.
A red Vespa is tucked against the curb, a helmet hanging off each of the handles.
“Safety first,” Alex says as he tosses one of the helmets at Henry. “You might need to take the hat off.”
“I’m sorry,” Henry says, looking down the empty street as Alex fastens his own helmet. “Is there meant to be a second scooter around here somewhere?”
“Nope.”
“So you expect us to share?”
Alex nods. “That’s right.”
Henry hums. “Why aren’t we taking a taxi or an Uber, or walking?”
“Taxis and Ubers mean waiting around for them to show up and I don’t care how long your legs are, we cannot walk the entirety of Rome in a day. This is the fastest and easiest way to get around.”
“And you’ve driven one of these before?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
“What manner?”
“I’m familiar with scooters.”
Henry narrows his eyes.
“I had a Razor Scooter when I was nine.”
“Oh my god.”
“Vespa’s are so much safer,” Alex cries.
“How is that possible? This has a motor!”
“And Razors would fuck up your ankles. You should’ve seen my shins that whole year. The bruises never healed.”
“I would rather have a bruised ankle than a concussed head.”
“That’s what the helmet is for,” Alex says. “Now c’mon.” He swings one leg over the scooter and sits down. “We’re wasting time.”
“It’s six thirty in the morning.”
“Which means we’re already behind schedule.” Alex starts the scooter. “Get on or I’ll leave you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
The scooter jolts away from the curb and Henry grabs Alex’s shoulder and climbs on behind him, tightening the straps of the helmet as he goes.
He’s unsure what to do with his hands—if he should put them on Alex’s hips, waist, or shoulders, and after fumbling awkwardly, Alex heaves a sigh and reaches back, wrapping Henry’s arms around his waist.
“You have to hold on like you mean it,” Alex tells him. “Tight.”
Henry shifts forward so his chest is flush to Alex’s back and he holds his hands together over Alex’s stomach, beneath the light fabric of his open button down but over the soft cotton undershirt.
Alex is solid and warm and smells like cedar smoke and spice and Henry feels him take a sharp breath as he moves even closer.
“Is this okay?” Henry asks, his lips dangerously close to the shell of Alex’s ear.
Alex swallows and nods. “Do you feel safe?”
Henry does.
“Good,” Alex says. He stops and blows out a breath. “That’s good. We should…” He trails off and lifts his foot off the pavement and the Vespa jolts forward again, this time by accident. “I got it,” he says when Henry flinches. “I got it, I got it, I was just fucking with you.”
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”
“Yeah, well,” Alex says as he gives it another go. “We’ll see.”
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its really annoying having people who on the surface accept you and your gender, but very clearly still see you as what you were to them before. cause what am i supposed to do in that situation. i dont want to change myself to better fit their idea of what makes me my gender, but that's also the only thing that'll do it.
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