OK LETS GET REAL, so michael wheeler can hug dustin LIKE THAT, but not will? not his BEST FRIEND? WHAT DUSTIN HAVE THAT WILL DOESNT? WHATS THE ISSUE WITH WILL, MICHAEL??????????? I WANT ANSWERS we already know the answer tho
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rewatching survivors: all stars and im thinking
imagine ur tgm main cast
all star season
best of the best players, strongest and smartest brains whove ever played the game
but instead of fighters to lovers rob and amber
its blindsided before enemeies jake and bradley
imagine a fanfic formatted with in depth challenges and talking heads. how the way the island needs u to seek warmth, amd how jake is telling the camera that bradley always runs hot
IMAGINE MAVERICK AS THE HOST
imagine tribe switch ups and bradley just looks longingly as jake switches tribes, secret deals made with the other tribe, "take care of him, and ill take care of you"
cuddles under storms, cheering on in challenges
one of them has to win, but it would be nice to get the guy and a million dollars
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Alright, let me bring you up to date then; Your boyfriend left you yesterday and he took your daughter with him, which is why you woke up all alone today. (The reason for all this is that he found out you did drugs)
John cried a lot as well by the way.
Boyfriend? Since when do I have a boyfriend? I think you got the wrong person here.
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Thinking about Eddie trying not to be like his dad and losing pieces of himself over time. Thinking about the final nail in the coffin being becoming a father and a husband. Thinking about the first time that he addresses something is wrong is not the shooting, though it played a role in pushing him to face his trauma, but rather the fact that he was forcing himself to be in a relationship.
Thinking about Eddie punishing himself and denying himself happiness because whatever he actually desires wouldn't make him a good man.
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your daughter comes to you, pigtails downturned like a sad dog’s ears. you put your book away, frowning as she climbs up the couch and into your lap. you run your hand through her hair as she lays her head down on your thighs, “what’s wrong, darling?”
“why is daddy so tall?” she pauses, “is he a giraffe?”
“no, actually he’s godzilla.”
“what’s a godzilla?”
“an animal that no zoo wants to have.”
she nods but the soft pout is still present on her lips. it reminds you of the grumpy pout sukuna has every morning when you escape from the cage of his arms.
“why? did daddy do something?”
she shakes her head, playing with the messily tied ribbons of the pigtails her father made, “no. it’s just…he’s so tall and his legs are so tall and he walks so fast and i can’t keep up.”
“who?” sukuna enters the room, a towel on his shoulder.
“godzilla.” your daughter replies.
he throws you a confused look and you shake your head as if to say ‘don’t worry about it.’
“well, dinner’s ready.” he says slowly, putting his hands on his hips.
“she wants to tell you something, don’t you, honey?” you give your daughter an encouraging look and she takes a deep breath, stumbling down from the couch and putting her hands on her hips, doing what her dad taught her when she wants to be a ‘big girl’.
“we need to talk, daddy.”
“talk then.”
sukuna realises the hesitation around her and crouches down to her level, softening his voice. “something wrong?”
“you walk too fast. an-and sometimes i can’t keep up. i don’t want you to leave me behind.” her voice grows small and she looks up at him with her lip wobbling.
“oh.” sukuna’s brows knit together, “uh, i’m sorry. i’ll walk slower next time.”
“or you could stick a leash on her hand and drag her around.” you mutter and sukuna seems like he’s actually considering the solution, “you’re influencing me too much. i need to stay away from you.”
“we sleep in the same bed.” sukuna deadpans.
“pervert.”
he rolls his eyes. “i promise i won’t leave you behind anymore.” he says to his daughter and she nods, smiling toothily as she leads him over to her tea party.
the next day, you come home to your husband and daughter surrounded in bubble wrap and cardboard, “what’s all this?”
your daughter excitedly waves you over, “daddy got me roller skates!”
sukuna only shrugs when you look over at him, “i took your advice. without the leash though.”
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I was reserching mathematical paradoxes for a math project and like,
Who give math fucking steroids.
At first its like: look at this series of numbers the answer looks integer doesn’t it, well fuck you it is ½ because of geometry . Then it is like look at this ball, now see me dived this ball into two balls that each have the volume of the first one with some sets tomfoolery. Then just forgot about physics. This horn has unlimited surface and limited volume. We call it Gabriel's horn because we want to shove how hard we break all of his rules with mathematical mind fuckery to God's face. It is also used to symbolize the judgment day because we already turn God's order upside down and you can’t do shit about it. There is also mathematical jargon and I am still mad about that. Like you guys barely use words why do you need to modify regular normal words to fit into your unholy math magic purposes.
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