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#thanks for that
arguablysomaya · 9 hours
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astarioffsimpmain · 3 months
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Came to this fandom for the vampire elf.
Stayed for the vampire elf. And the wizard. And the bear druid. And the cambion. And his incubus. And Gortash.
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incorrect-hs-quotes · 1 month
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Not to age myself, but to age myself for those anons that are complaining about the texts "not being in everyone's quirks" I remember when this blog was still under Mod Dirk and Mod Ratmom and none of them were in ANY quirk. The whole having everyone type in their own quirk thing is only about half as old as this blog, and gets hard to read at times.
Like, chill out. Sometimes readability trumps 'authenticity,' especially with some of the longer quotes.
Except Shrekstuck and Bee Movie: Castor Edition, those merit sticking to the bit
-Mod Terezi
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qqueenofhades · 1 month
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....my undergrad alma mater just sent me an estate planning email (aka "if you haven't planned your estate, now is the time to do it!")
I KNOW I'M OLD, BUT EVEN I AM PRETTY SURE I AM NOT *THAT* OLD, JESUS CHRIST.
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muffingnf · 1 year
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really happy to know dream is enjoying ogling george’s ass in real life now
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barb-l · 7 months
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Me: --a surgery on your intestines... so you've got scars on your stomach and stuff.
The girl I'm crushing on, already casually lifting her shirt: Yeah, wanna see--
Me: UH NO PLS DON'T
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palmtreepalmtree · 1 month
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Well, I've had cake for dinner so that's how things are going over here.
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theminecraftbee · 11 months
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oh no ghost family reunion ending cleo's episode ;-;
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tomhoppusdelonge · 2 months
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my sister is incapable of sending me a normal text
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YALL
there are 100 of you now??? uhm. well. thsts like 80 more than i ever expected. thanks.
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superduperkas · 2 years
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Lupe and Jess are brotp goals. Calling each other hermano, teasing, and looking out for each other's well-being. Give me MORE.
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mosgruen · 8 months
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#sasukeweek2023
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acewithobsessions · 3 months
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The only problem with les mis is I can't tHROW IT ACROSS THE ROOM
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shadysadie · 11 months
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Papa Noceda meets Wittedad
A fanfic based on @emerald-entrails-hunter‘s Wittedad Timepool AU, which lives in my head rent free now, so thanks for that.
It had been a few months since Manny and Camila had moved to Gravesfield, and Manny was still unsure what he wanted to do with the abandoned cabin on the edge of their new property. He considered turning it into a workshop for making more advanced cosplay, the kind that required stuff like resin and needed days to dry. But Camila rightfully pointed out that until they had kids there was plenty of room for that kind of stuff in the basement, and the cabin didn’t have electricity, so it would make for a terrible workshop. Still, it felt wrong to continue to let the old cabin rot, it was as old as the town itself according to the real estate agent. Perhaps he could talk to someone at the Gravesfield Historical Society about fixing it up and turning it into a little museum for the colonial walking tours, there seemed to be a lot of those in this part of the country.
But any plans Manny had for the cabin were just that at the moment, plans. Right now he had his hands full settling down to his new job as an editor for a small book publisher. Camila started working for the local vet clinic. And as newly weds they had other things on their mind. So as things were, the most attention Manny could spare for the old cabin was his daily walk-through to chase off any possums or raccoons that were nesting in the walls, Camila was adamantly against the idea of setting up traps, even if they were no-kill. So as a result the pests would always come back immediately after Manny chased them off with a broom. He was pretty sure they were laughing at him behind his back, but if it kept Camila happy, Manny was happy (even if the whole thing did feel rather sisyphean).
He was just heading out for one of his sweeps when he heard something far different than the scratching of a raccoon. He paused, wondering if his ears were deceiving him. But they weren't. He could hear the distinct sound of a baby crying. Followed by someone shushing. Perhaps the rational response would have been to back away and contact the police, but his curiosity was stronger than his caution. He pushed open the door of the cabin.
Manny heard someone's breath catch in fear. The morning sun crept through the holes in the roof, but the corners of the room were still shadowed. It took Manny only a few moments to pinpoint the source of the crying. There was a man, huddled down in the corner, half hidden under a dark hooded cloak. He was desperately trying to soothe the wailing, wiggling bundle in his arms.
"This is private property." Manny announced, though it was difficult to harbor any anger towards the squatter once Manny got close enough to get a good look at him. The guy looked ragged, several large cuts marred his face, presumably more were hidden under dirty gauze. His skin was dirty and he had heavy bags under his eyes. He was dressed like a historical reenactor, but his clothes were in terrible condition. The baby didn’t seem to be in much better shape. His blanket looked more like a rag, and his little body was wrapped in bandages. “¡Dios mío! What have you been through, Buddy?”
The man looked too frightened to respond right away. He cowered away from Manny, curling himself protectively around the baby. Manny realized he was still holding the broom he used to chase possums, which must have seemed like a weapon. He put it aside and held up his hands.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Manny promised. “You look like you could use some help.”
The man looked uncertain for a moment. There was a chirp and he looked over at a small red cardinal perched nearby. The man must have decided that he didn’t have many options at this point other than to trust the person in front of him.
“He is hungry.” The man said, with a look of desperation, “But I have nothing to feed him. Do you perchance have a cow or goat that could spare some milk?”
“No goats, no. But there is a super market down the street, I could probably manage to find you some formula.”
“Formula?” He looked confused.
“You know, baby formula. Synthetic milk.”
“Such a thing exists? Then if you could aid me in acquiring some, good sir, I would be forever in your debt.”
Manny wondered if this guy could have possibly run away from an Amish or Mennonite community, that would explain his clothes.
“You wait here, I’ll be back."
Manny ran to the store, he picked up a few bottles, some formula, diapers, a first aid kit, and a deli sandwich. The man was still in the cabin when he got back.
"Here, try this." Manny handed him the bottle. The baby resisted it for a moment, but as soon as he realized there was food in it, he instantly calmed down and started suckling on it. The man let out an exhausted sigh of relief.
"Thank you, my friend. I know not how I can ever repay you.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m not about to let a baby starve if I can help it. My name’s Manuel Noceda, but you can call me Manny, everyone else does.”
“I am called Caleb Witte…er…Clawthorne, Caleb Clawthorne.” Manny raised an eyebrow but didn’t bring attention to the fact the man was clearly trying to hide his last name.
“Nice to meet you, Caleb. Does the little one have a name?”
“Hunter.”
Hunter was sucking down the milk so quickly he collapsed the nipple of the bottle. When he opened his mouth to cry in protest of the food stopping it refilled and he resumed drinking. Manny wondered how long it had been since the baby had gotten any food in him.  
"Here," Manny offered Caleb the Sandwich, "you look like you could use a bite to eat as well. I also got a first aid kit, when you're done eating you can clean and re-wrap your injuries."
"Thank you."
"So where are you from? How did you end up here?"
"I doubt you would believe me if I told you."
"I'll believe just about anything if it's a good enough story."
Caleb seemed to consider this. Hunter finished his bottle and fell asleep. The cardinal flew over down from its perch and settled on the sleeping baby. Manny had never seen a bird act that way before.
"I used to live here." Caleb said, "It was the only place I could think of to come back to."
"Here as in Gravesfield? Or Connecticut?"
"This house."
Manny blinked, "This house has been abandoned since the 40s."
Caleb looked shocked, "No one has lived here since the 1640s?"
"What? No, the 1940s."
"Surely you jest, have I really arrived in the 1900s?"
That was strange, Manny and Camila had visited Amish country during their honeymoon, and yes, they lived without modern technology, but they still knew the date. Maybe he wasn't Amish after all, maybe he escaped from a cult or something like that.
"Buddy, it's 2004."
"What?"
"See, look." Manny pulled the receipt from the bag. Printed neatly under the name MinuteMart was the date June 3, 2004.
Caleb shook his head, wide-eyed in disbelief, "400 years…"
Manny felt a pang of sympathy for the man. Definitely a cult survivor, he decided, some strange cult that must have convinced its members it was back in the 1600s for some Godforsaken reason.
"Listen, I don't know what you're going through, but I'm not using this old shack anyways, if you're willing to help me fix it up you can stay here until you figure out what you're going to do next."
"Do you mean that?"
"Of course, you seem like you’ll be less trouble than the raccoons.”
Caleb smiled with tears in his eyes. Manny wasn’t sure if letting a strange run away cult member live in his backyard was the wisest decision he ever made, but somehow, he knew he wouldn’t regret the decision.
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morrokei · 3 months
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i hate bills there's always some surprise bullshit to pay
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gin-juice-tonic · 1 year
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my friend ruined beetlejuice for me by pointing out that htis guy is alec baldwin
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