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aemiron-main · 2 years

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kept awake by the fact that mike didn’t even TRY and hit the water when he stepped off the cliff at the quarry. like he didn’t even try. he just stepped off the edge. he didn’t even leap or run. he just stood there and finally stepped off, as if he’d been on the edge for awhile, both literally/physically and metaphorically/mentally.

like what was it that Powell and Callahan said about Joyce in season 1? Yknow, the only other person alongside Mike who believed Will was still alive and therefore they’re paralleled to eachother in that way and likely other ways? Oh right, they said:

“Joyce? About one step from falling off the edge.”

“She’s been a few steps for awhile now, hasn’t she?”

Just like Mike. Mike literally at the quarry was one step away from falling off the edge (he STEPPED OFF, FELL OFF, he didn’t jump, just like how Joyce has been a “few steps” from “falling off” the edge), but stood there for a fair while/walked up to it and was literally “a few steps away for awhile” from it. this applies not only physically to Mike but also mentally/emotionally. It took so little to make Mike step off the edge because mentally he’d already been on that edge for awhile, already been a “few steps from the edge.”

like do we really think this specific wording related to Joyce’s grief and depression is just coincidental in how it aligns exactly with Mike’s actions? That they chose to write those lines in that specific way for fun? That they chose to have Mike STEP off the edge instead of jump off because they were in a silly goofy mood? Do you think that they connected Mike’s actions to Joyce’s grief over Will via that quote and then ALSO had mike step off at the EXACT same spot where Will was though to have died all accidentally?? Because the duffers tripped and dropped that subtext in there? NO! It’s deeper than Dustin’s baby teeth for Mike, deeper than the bullies. It’s about grief and loss and depression and Mike’s self-sacrificing but also self-loathing nature and his difficulty with processing loss and strange tendency to both catastrophize AND be good in a crisis. (hint: he’s probably so good in crises BECAUSE of how his brain catastrophizes and goes to the worst case scenario, because it means that he’s more ready for that worst case scenario. but it also leads to him being READY to do ‘worst case scenario’ things like stepping off of a cliff to his death.)

Michael “‘See? Physics!’ in s3” Wheeler very likely knew that he wouldn’t hit the water with the way he ‘jumped’ (key point: he didn’t jump, he stepped off) He Knew. It was never just about the baby teeth.

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #st1 #Michael I am protecting you from anything bad ever #sick of people acting like it was Only over dustin’s baby teeth and that mike is Mentally Fine #‘Mike has no setup for suicidality thats will’#first of all it can be BOTH of them and IS both of them but imo just like I talked about with the IH Will is also better at coping with his #suicidality than Mike.#like did we watch the same show?? MIKE is the one who walked off a fucking cliff #quit dismissing his mental health #mike wheeler analysis #st analysis #mike’s mental health #the quarry

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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and to think these motherfuckers all saw him as some creepy weirdo they needed to keep a safe distance from and debated to just LEAVE HIM TO DIE. i am trembling with rage i will burn them alive i will fucking stab them open i will feast with their guts i will

#IM FUELLED BY FURY HATE AND VENGANCE FOR NICO #THEY ALL DID NICO SO FUCKING DIRTY #*throws knives at leo* I WILL HAUNT THEIR DREAMS #*yanks beth's and piper's hair* I WILL BURN DOWN THEIR HOUSES #I WILL- *kisses hazel's cheek and hugs jason* not u babies u're angels and im grateful nico has u as family/friend <3 #*breaks jar into frank's head * I WILL BREAK THEIR BONES #I WILL BURY ALL OF THEM ALIVE #AND YOU *aggressively grabs percy by the collar while gritting teeth * YOU. WILL. GO. FIRST.#(and if any of u try to FUCKING touch jason i'll KILL YOU TOO. he HAD his redemption arc towards nico so KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT ABOUT HIM)#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #pjo/hoo #anti percy #ANTI THE ENTIRE FUCKING ARGO II TAG #percy jackson #jason grace #annabeth chase #leo valdez #piper mclean #frank zhang #hazel levesque #rick riordan #riordanverse #nico tumblr

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seaworthit · 10 months

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A thousand eyes, and one.

#Brynden rivers you will always be famous #brynden rivers #bloodraven #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #my art #okay pretend theirs like 100 guys fighting and dying in the first one + like idk 10 raven's teeth idk idk idk #red grass field baby

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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i gobbled and devoured the post imposter things. scrumptious!! but what if poor little xiao man feels guilty for hunting or scarring us in the hunt? and please don’t feel obligated to answer, i know you’re busy

burden to bear

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-> warnings: spoilers for liyue archon quest, canon typical violence…. minor body horror? blood mention.

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during the hunt itself, xiao is driven by a need to prove himself, pushing past his instinct and the way his karma flares around the one on the throne. he sees it as a way to redeem himself, to finally scrape some of the sin off his hands. it’s a way to prove himself, and one he takes eagerly.

it’s not correct to say he’s blinded by faith, but it’s not exactly wrong either. he definitely feels, subconsciously, that something’s… off, maybe, about his god. perhaps it’s the way his vision always seems to flutter and flare, or the ice in his veins when the command to hunt is given. he feels uneasy, unsettled, finding himself rolling his shoulders and wondering if he needed to add more stretches into his routines. and yet, despite the tension in his shoulders and the twist in his stomach, he kneels, bowing his head with a swear of fealty that goes unanswered.

unacknowledged.

perhaps he had delivered it wrong?

he doesn’t think much of it, quickly dissolving from the throne room and appearing besides the statue of the seven on the west edge of liyue. looking out over jueyun karst, he knows it’s a bit fruitless to start his search there due to the vicinity to the other adepti, but the spires there are tall, filled with wiry bushes and crags of rock that are easier to hide in than may seem at first glance.

he draws his pole arm, spinning it once over his hand before tapping the end to the stone beneath him. he’s not sure why he’s so nervous—is it the fact that this is technically the first order he’s been given? is it the idea of slaughtering somebody so identical to his creator that it nearly fooled morax, who’s been alive longer than he could fathom?

or is it simply the prospect of failure?

xiao grits his teeth and steps off the edge of the floating stone, halting his fall with anemo at nearly the last possible moment.

his feelings meant nothing. orders were given, and he had to follow them.

why else was he there, if he couldn’t?

it takes him longer than he expected to find you. he’s almost impressed, really, that you managed to evade his searching eyes, that you dodged not only him but the other adepti as well, all without taking refuge in any villages or otherwise civilized areas due to the orders the millelith put out. you hid well, he could attest to that, and though he was the one to find you, it was only on accident.

he was clearing out a group of hilichurls north of the inn. he was surprised so many had settled so close to the statue of the seven, as hilichurls usually avoided concentrated elemental energy, but didn’t think too hard about it. he simply unhooked his mask from his belt, noticing the difference in strength between these hilichurls and the average, and teleported into the middle of the camp.

the first thing he heard was a spotter’s cry. the second was the mitachurls’—archons, there were three—roar as they hefted their weapons. the final one was the intricate chanting of the abyss, but not any incantation he recognized.

he kept himself half in smoke as he danced around the edge of the camp, taking out the archers while he tried to find the abyss mage. he could catch glimpses of hydro bubbles through the walls of the hut, but the steps were covered in frost-

he barely ducked under the swing of a mitachurl’s axe, slashing his spear along its side as he slipped away, darting across the path of one charging with a large stone shield. it clipped his shoulder despite his efforts, pain spiking down his arm, but he didn’t pay attention to the injurh. normally he wouldn’t be this distracted, but two abyss mages and three mitachurls in one camp could only spell bad news. the best he could likely do was to leave and grab back-up, but who? the millelith were busy, morax and the adepti were on their own search…

xiao quickly climbed onto the roof of the hut, jamming his spear between two of the logs to keep grip on the woven roofing. the grass was damp, squishing uber this feet, likely from whatever hydro magic the mage was busy with within it. it likely wasn’t the smartest idea to stand on the roof, but this area of liyue was mostly plains, with little cover from the charging mitachurls. he needed a moment, if only a short one, to hash out a plan to deal with the camp.

the three mitachurls were standing besides the hut, two with shields and one with a crackling axe, electro dancing along the blade. xiao shifted, pivoting around the peak of the hut to move away from that one, the grass roof squishing below his feet.

the mitachurl’s ear twitched.

he shoved himself off the roof just as the mitachurl slammed the flat of its blade onto the roof, the whole shack shaking. electricity swarmed across the waterlogged roofing, reaching the opposite edge just as xiao dropped off it, landing between the other two mitachurls. they didn’t charge, nor attack, their motivations only made clear when the hiss of cryo froze out the lingering moisture in the air in front of him, effectively boxing him in.

the abyss mage swayed in its circle, staff glowing a sharp blue from within its bubble of frost.

“leave, adeptus,” it hissed, waving its staff in a circle. “you have no place here.”

xiao didn’t reply, instead picking apart his options. he couldn’t do significant damage to the shield mitachurls without utilizing his burst to destroy their shields, but that didn’t cover the mage at all… and he was still wet from the roof, so the mage would be able to freeze him within the time he had drawn in enough anemo energy to wield his mask with any level of efficiency…

he flexed his hand around his polearm. how had he gotten into this situation? his only options were to get lucky or teleport away, but even the latter of those relied on the first.

luck. how useless was he, to rely on luck-?

“‘adeptus’?”

the abyss mage startled at the voice, the cryo it had been swirling dissipating. both he and it turned to the side, to the entrance to the hut, where a figure could be seen just beyond the mitachurl.

his first instinct was that it was his god, and he briefly relaxed under the knowledge that he’d get out of this in mostly one piece.

his second was to recognize the torn clothing and dirt-smeared skin, and realize that you could never be his god.

xiao’s eyes narrowed, his spear twisting towards you faster than the distracted mage could react. you, his target, the one he had been seeking out, were hiding behind the abyss. he should have expected it, in truth, figured out the one known for going against the rules of nature would side with the most unnatural force, but that was not for now.

not now, when he was launched forward by the power of anemo, his spear driving him forward, barely skimming the mitachurl in favor of his true target: you.

your eyes barely had the chance to dart in his direction.

xiao was, in truth, not the first one to see you.

many villagers had glimpsed you running around the outskirts of their villages, plucking apples and sunsettias off trees and taking mint from their gardens and leaving bundles of sweet flowers behind instead. they’d seen you, face half-covered in a poor mask made of scraps, your clothes that of the haphazard stitches of the hilichurls, which helped you blend into teyvat a bit more at the price of comfort. many had seen you and assumed you were a run of the mill thief, perhaps one taking advantage of the current hunt since the millelith were occupied. they wryly called you clever, warning the traveling merchants about you, the one they glimpsed at inane hours of night.

he wasn’t the first to see you, by far. he was, however, the first to recognize you.

he was the first to lay eyes upon your form and realize the truth, to realize that the blood seeping into your clothes was the color of stars and galaxies, to recognize that your heart beat blue.

the argument could be made that the hilichurls were the first, or perhaps the mages that had taken you in and brought you food, but it was not them that gathered you into their arms and whisked you away in a flash of teal, uncaring of the spike of cryo that drove into their side at the last minute. the hilichurls did not walk with frosted-over limbs, the abyss did not cry with a throat full of ice, calling for assistance in undoing their own crime.

xiao couldn’t decide whether it was lucky or not that baizhu was in the pharmacy, speaking with herbalist gui over the front desk. on one hand, it was best to have the most experienced healer in liyue at your side, but on the other..

“adeptus xiao, what is-…..”

confusion, then anger, then realization, all flashing over his face in an instant before he tilted his head and walked quickly to a back room, xiao following.

he busied himself with picking the ice off his body and clothes, ignoring the shake of his hands and the stench of blood in the room. the mage had pulled you from the point of his spear, but he still hit the side of your stomach, and he could tell it was messy.

knocks sounded at the door but baizhu turned them away sharply, only allowing qiqi to pass him a bowl of lotus seeds. he was focused, changsheng slithering off his shoulders to grab supplies as needed. time seemed to slow to a crawl, like xiao had entered a domain without an exit, filled with the iron smell of blood and the never ending chips of ice he peeled from his skin. it left behind stinging wounds and red marks, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

what was his brief moment of injury compared to a scar upon his god?

the moment that baizhu had stopped, all but collapsing into a chair and wiping off his hands with a tired call of ‘it’s done. the foundation will be okay.’ xiao had stood and left, biting his tongue through the protests of both his own body and the doctor.

he’d given changsheng his confession, but he did not wish to stick around and hear his verdict.

weeks later, morax came and visited him at the inn, carrying with him a plate of almond tofu and an apology. xiao leaned against the furthest edge of the balcony, curled around the plate, staying as far as he could from the one with your aura imprinted upon him.

he felt it, when zhongli had first come up the stairs. the shock, then the warmth, the all-encompassing comfort that soothed the pain from the bruising on his shoulder. he felt it, and knew that he did not deserve it.

“it’s not your fault,” zhongli insisted, baritone words colored with unreturned sympathy. “the fake… had fooled us all. even me. i cannot hold your actions against you when i myself would have done the same.”

and maybe that was true. maybe he would have drawn his own weapon, pierced your skin himself, acting on the orders of one who dared to take the place of the divine, but that was irrelevant.

xiao was the one who had hurt you. and it was entirely his fault.

almond tofu, his favorite dish, tasted bitter and sour on his tongue, almost akin to the pain medication that zhongli had made him drink after noticing how cautious he was with his injured arm. he’d made him take the first dose in front of him and swear to take the rest, with a long monologue about taking care of himself tacked on afterwards, but it was for nothing. aside from the first night he had it, xiao hadn’t touched the bottle. it sat on his nightstand, beside a bed he hardly used, taunting him when he returned earlier than usual.

he could take it. there was nothing stopping him from doing so, and he probably should if he wanted to return to his duties quicker. but every time he picked up the glass, thumb tracing over the engravings as he undid the top, he hesitated.

he could take it. he probably should. but did he deserve to?

you were still recovering, possibly still bedridden weeks later. your blood still stained his spear, dripping down to his palms, pale and scarred skin marked further with the blue and purple swirls of his sin. you were still in pain, still healing from a spear to your side, and he was here, reaching for medicine for a sore shoulder?

(it was worse than that. bone had knocked against bone, bruising beneath where muscle could reach. it ached even when he sat as still as possible, dragging him out of every attempt to meditate. the dark purple splotches stretched beyond his clothing, reaching across his back and up his neck, making nearly any action flare the wound. it was far beyond an over-exerted muscle or a particularly tiring day, and yet even the worst nights of his pain were staved off by the memory of having to wash blue off his blade. even as the latch on the bottle was undone, the lip pressed to his, he could never bring himself to drink it)

(even the small droplet of it on the rim, tasting of qingxin extract and violet grass, threatened to make him sick. how dare he?)

yes, it would likely only get him into more trouble were he found out, but he was careful not to be. whenever the wind brought him the heavy presence of geo, zhongli’s familiar footsteps climbing the stairs, he snatched the bottle and emptied it into the stone carving on the balcony, letting the medicine soak into the soil beneath it. it splashed when he was sloppy, the deep purple medicine appearing blue on the stone, sparking a memory that weighed harder on the pit in his stomach.

even as he handed the bottle over to zhongli, his jaw clenched from the strain on his shoulder. the action was stiff, jerky, but evidently smooth enough that it had passed his assessment.

zhongli tucked the bottle away, surprisingly not drawing out a new one.

“i am proud of you, and of the progress you have made,” he said, golden eyes softening in the light of dusk. “well done, xiao.”

how strange, he thought, watching him leave, that the very action that made his vision swim with unshed tears was one that was praised.

he wouldn’t complain, of course. he never would. this pain was his to bear, just as the burden of your bloodshed was his to shoulder. he was well aware his pain could never take back yours—though he wished, desperately, that he could move your injury to him. he wanted to be able to take on the physical reminder of his defect, to take the hit of his own spear to spare you from his lapse in judgement. he would take it, take ten times the pain you endured, if only it meant that your skin was free of his scars.

it would be an honor to assist the divine, even at the price of his own life.

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #sagau impostor au #genshin self aware au #sagau xiao #xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x you #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #*lying through my teeth* what do you mean of course i don’t have favorites #hey writer tip here: just write. i know you think it’s gonna be bad. i know it’ll likely seem strange and off-key. guess what? write.#just do it. best advice ever. who cares if it’s shit? you can rewrite it later! once you get through the bad and into the groove it’s fine!!#you’ve gotta expel your Bad Words to get to the good stuff. take it from me i always rewrite my beginnings whenever i post #the first paragraphs are gonna suck! and that’s okay! just keep goin baby!! you’ll get it eventually!!#oh btw just so it’s clear: zhongli’s proud of him for taking the meds not for his um. violent acts.#it’s meant to be a ‘thank you for trusting me and accepting help’ but the twist is: he ISNT #i love xiao. with all my heart. i absolutely adore him. he is my beloved little blorbo.#but good lord do i like to see him cry sometimes.

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begaycommittreason · 4 months

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oh god the implications of annabeth never having seen a movie. not once. it makes sense that there aren’t movies at camp but she ran away when she was seven. seven years and she’d never had a movie night with her dad, never watched disney films or even a documentary on something she found interesting, nothing. that one offhand remark really hammers home how little of a childhood she had even before running away. it’s quite hard to avoid doing such a simple activity as a first grader, unless a controlling influence in your life actively makes it that way

i have so many questions, do you think the rest of her family watched movies without her? her stepbrothers had to have watched movies, they’re little kids with a mortal mom, so where was annabeth? did her own family make a seven year old girl feel so unwanted and unloved that she didn’t join them for such a small thing? did she do anything with them? do you think she lay awake and wanted so desperately to join them but was terrified of the rejection she likely grew used to?

FREDERICK CHASE WHEN I CATCH YOU

my only saving grace here is that i need baby percabeth movie nights. i think they should watch lilo and stitch, atla, legally blonde, and annabeth should get to binge how it’s made

#annabeth chase #oh god she was in FIRST GRADE HOW DARE YOU SHE WAS A BABY #she had mostly baby teeth when she ran away oh no #i made myself sad with this one #frederick chase hate club #percy jackson tv show #pjo tv show #pjo tv spoilers #pjo episode 5 #percy jackson

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puppetmaster13u · 8 months

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More about Meat Marionette Au

Thinkin of lil Robin and all of them being very fluffy with like, almost down mixed with fur and softer larvae-like chitin. Way softer than Bruce’s chitin that can take some ridiculously solid hits before cracking. Bruce gets so stressed when Dick gets his secondary body because like?? Small child with?? Large blade?? On the end of a tail?? And long claws??? This kid is like, nine at most and has very sharp blades now that can’t be taken away. He’s so very stressed.

I like to think the robins all vary in size by like a few inches but they’re all child-sized just so they can sneak around easily and hide in the Bat’s back. Plus then Bruce can pluck them up whenever they decide to try and sneak out or attack someone lol

This is a combo of my cryptid batfam au & @phoenixcatch7's Possessed Doll au, which is amazing and you need to check it out if you aren't aware of it <3

#meat marionette au #batman au #one of my favorite details is that the robins all have lil openings in their teeth where their tusks can eventually grow in #Dick: Look I have a second body like you now :D #Bruce: *stress levels rising*#Gotham's rumors *explode* when Robin joins Batman in his new body #Like before there was a chance of it being a suit (which it was)#that people debated about but now it's distinctly Not #Some people think the baby grew some & isn't mimicking humans as closely while others claim it's a whole different entity #I am almost tempted for Dick to be the one to grab Jason instead of Bruce (seeing as no batmobile for them to use lol)#I just think it'd be hilarious for Bruce to return from patrol all worried because it was Dick's first semi-solo one #only for Dick to have brought back another child gushing about how the kid hit his legs w/ a tire iron #Keep in mind they're both still in their second bodies during this & then there's completely human Alfred there with cookies too lol #possessed doll au #what's out there au #it's a combo between the two and I am giggling evilly

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kudzuoath · 7 months

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Astarion runs Like That so he can hit people teeth first

#yeeting head (teeth) first into a fight #baby is hungry #chomp chomp motherfuckers #bg3 #astarion #astarion acunin #this isn’t even a shitpost

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fawfulydoo · 2 years

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omg teeth reveal

#fawfuldraws #dhmis #dont hug me im scared #red guy #teeth #red guy dhmis #babys first dhmis fanart

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cloudburst-ink · 4 months

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🌈 Free the gays from weird heteronormative top/bottom discourse 2k24!!! 🖤 (And by extension, the dom/sub associations that go with it!! Which are also a completely separate though sometimes overlapping concept!!!)

Write your violent angry murder blorbo getting railed!! Make that sweet shy angel baby a top! Make them both verse and throw the concept out altogether because it’s inherently a bit silly to start with!! ✨ And your personality in the rest of your life often has nothing to do with your bedroom preferences anyway! ✨

Or don’t! Do whatever you want because it’s fanfiction! 🥰✨ Write them with whatever dynamics or lack thereof that you want—that’s the point! And no one can tell you what is and isn’t okay to write in your own fics!! 🎊 They're fictional characters, have fun!!!!!

Happy new year fellow fandom gays!!! Go wild!

#sincerely #a real life gay who has been repeatedly mislabeled #by people who will never be in the bedroom with me to find out anyway 😌#and who enjoys representing these kinds of internal dichotomies in my own writing #maybe my violent anger blorbo just wants someone to take care of HIM for once #maybe he wants nothing more than to be fragile and soft and never could be before now #maybe he wants someone to pin him down and fuck him silly and fuzz out his constantly over-vigilant brain #MAYBE HE JUST LIKES TAKING IT UP THE ASS #there are any number of wonderful and fun and awesome reasons #to explore unexpected dynamics in smut fics #and i encourage everyone who wants to to pursue those desires without shame!!#and without fear!!#maybe my sweet soft baby boy blorbo just wants to make his partner feel good and relax for once #maybe he loves so deeply that he can only express it through teeth and ropes #maybe he just finds the fantasy of control super sexy in a world where he otherwise has none #embrace your wildest most “ooc” smut dreams!!!!#because your fanfics are first and foremost for YOU #and don't let anyone else's opinions influence you otherwise 🖤

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hella1975 · 9 months

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the craziness of this is gonna go over a lot of people's heads bc the uni grading system here is weird but i not only just found out i passed my resit (the one i had like. an actual meltdown about) BUT i also averaged second year with a 2:1 overall. for a degree i hate and am bad at. upper second class honours. i genuinely have resigned myself to an inevitable 2:2 AT BEST with this degree to the point i didnt even LOOK at 2:1. i had to google it to check i had the grade boundaries right bc i was so sure ME of all people couldn't have scraped that. what the fuck

#im literally shaking. i feel nauseas but in a good way. what the fuck #like second year is worth 1/3 of my overall grade and i got a 2:1. a TWO FUCKING ONE. HELLO #yeah i know it's not a first i know there are people who would view this as a disappointment i have FRIENDS who would be gutted with a 2:1 #but i genuinely am just trying not to FAIL this degree. that's how low my standards are. and im 20% above failing #it's not by the skin of my teeth like it has been for TWO FUCKING YEARS NOW. it's not even a 2:2. it's a 2:1 BABY!!!!!!!!#shouting my nut off this is INSANE #UPPER SECOND CLASS HONOURS??? THAT'S LITERALLY GOOD?? LIKE UNIVERSALLY NOT JUST BY MY LOW STANDARDS??#IF I TOLD PEOPLE I OVERALL GOT A 2:1 IN AN ECONOMICS DEGREE THEY WOULD ASSUME I WAS /GOOD/ AT IT #THAT'S HOW CRAZY BANANAS THIS IS. HELLO. oh here comes the imposter syndrome HOW DID I FUCKING DO THAT #hella goes to uni

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feral-teeth · 14 days

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Floridada

Spommy week 2024 - prompt “Florida”

Enjoy the drabble i made for the prompt a few week ago when I first heard of spommy week and got inspired by the prompt for the second day - Florida! Hope this gets me out of my writing posting hiatus to post something silly - maybe this could become something more one day!

I was inspired by @funeralroast to post this! And thank you to the creators of this and the rarepair smosh server for everything and for inspiring me everyday <33

“What are you doing here?” Spencer gasps as the hot chocolate cup that was warming up his hands in the hot weather flips back all over him.

Tommy gasps. “Oh shit! Im so sorry! mean… wait what are you doing here?” He recognizes those eyes anywhere.

They were both visiting their small town that they grew up in for the annual Christmas in summer jingle jangle stockings and crazy fun times fairytale lighting nighttime Christmas tree hanging stockings and hanging wreaths ball Christmastime but not actually Christmas because its summer jingle ball jangle ball Christmas bulb bash thats actually not during the winter because its more fun to have Christmas in the summer as well, but we also have Christmas during the usual time in the winter, so its more fun that way and we get more of the Christmas spirit all year round.. festival ball bash and they would never miss it.

Until both Tommy and Spencer decided to move out to the big city of LA and New York, both big seperate worlds that decided that they could work there instead of help out at their family farms against their seperate parents better interest.

The apple sauce farm and the chicken coop farm, the first owned by the Bowe family and the second by the Agnew family.

They didn’t really know why they separately decided to get on a plane and make their way all the way back to their family home, but they did.

Maybe it was the way Tommy’s mother’s voice sounded different. Older. Sadder than last year when he couldn’t make it. She wasn't trying to hide her disappointment this time.

It was the same for Spencer. His father had called him with a gruff voice, begging him to come back in his own cold way.

“We miss you son. The chickens miss you.” Which was weird for an Agnew, so he was on the next plane over.

His father had cancer, and didnt know how to tell him. So he didnt. His mother had to tell him. Over a zoom call. How sterile.

“Oh so youre here for the…” they both repeat the dumb long ass title in synch for the event that they were pulled back into celebrating because it was a bad omen to not say it every time you mention it or else a bad Christmas. Or something. So they would always say the entire thing, no matter how much time they had to wait, or if they were ever running late somewhere. Like all of those dumb Hallmark movie titles.

#spommyweek2024 #spommy week 2024 #i also have a fic for the first day but that’s like my baby and im still nurturing it rn so i will hopefully post that by the end of the wk #spommy #feral teeth fics #feral teeth smosh fics #feral teeth spommy fics #holy shit my first (posted) spommy fic!#love the boys sm so #<33 #also cant wait to share the first days prompt holy shittt #ive been working on it since january #!!#i bet you 20 bucks that none of you read that long ass title and just flitted over it w ur eyes #dont worry i do that too when im editing lmao #i saw the long ass title being made as a joke in a hallmark movie i was watching when it was just playing on the w network or something #when i wasn’t even really looking to watch anything you know?#just like #halfheartedly watching

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