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has anybody seen my pet piece of paper. his name is walter he is very fragile but very adventurous. i should never have left the window open in my tenth story apartment

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just saw a single piece of paper drift past 50 feet in the air over buildings like a beautiful white bird

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Now I can wash my hands with the blood of my enemies.

#HOW IS THIS ABOUT HOMESTUCK

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Andrew texting Neil:

#SHDDJDDJD #neil will literally take cig. drop it. take another. and then fucking out that aside to kiss andrew #otherwise he just smells his cig till its over #“neil josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag” <- the fucking truth and the fucking problem #no wonder its the opening line of the books

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New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.

#and the fic never gets written #<- prev your at my house thats why

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it was a typo 😭 I got 75 in my head I swear

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THAT WAS A FUCKING TYPO PLEASE UNDERTANAD I DID NOT ACTUALLY GET 72 IN MY HEAD. AND THAT EMNTAL GYMNASTICS WAS ONLY LIKE 3 SECONDS IST NOT THAT DEEP

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You cant tag me and not say anything FOR WHY HAVE YOU PEER REVIEWED ME

#prev #not my fault you people have sly tricks guven by the dark side #i do the shit like REAL MEN

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Kaz nation? You mean kazakistan?

#soc #six of crows #kaz brekker #kaz nation

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Kaz or how i like to call him 'Kazik'

my art insta: sparks.street

#THE WAY HE ACTUALLY LOOKS HIS AGE

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I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD BOB ROSS IS A GIFTED GOD I DREW ALONG TO HIS VIDEO IN MS PAINT AND

HOW

THE

FUCK

THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW PLEASE I ADVISE YOU GUYS TO DRAW ALONG WITH BOB ROSS IN MS PAINT IT IS AN EXPERIENCE I AM SO CONFUSED BUT PLEASED FUCKING DO IT

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#20 + 40 = 60 #(1) #7 + 7 = 14 #and 8 is 1 digit greater than 7. so 7 + 8 = 15 #(2) #60 + 10 = 70 #70 + 5 = 72

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FR SJSGDKYSBDJDGDHD HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COPE WE CANT PART NEOW :((((((

TODAYS THE LAST DAY OF OTDIAFTG HOW WE FEELING FAM

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I’M GOIN INSANE OVER HERE

#ANAHKAHAKJANKN WE GOT TO WATCH THE ANNIVERSARY OF ALL THEIR ACTIONS IN REAL TIME #BUT LIKE. I’M GONNA GO CRAZYYYYYY #IT WAS SO NICE TO SEE EVERY MORNING THAT NEIL’S CLASSES WERE STARTING OR THAT HE WAS DOIN SOME STUPID SHIT #<- PREV REAL #BUT NOVEMNER WAS FUCKING SCARY #I HATED THAT. SO BAD #BUT IT WAS SO FUN TO SEE THINGS PLAY OUT IN REAL TIME #BUT LIKE WTF #I WISH THEIR WAS ONE FOR TSC ACTUALLY FR

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Thank you

Dear AFTG Fandom, Friends, and Family:

To say that it has been a tremendous honor would be an understatement. I am immeasurably proud of what this account has become and it’s due to every single one of you. Your passion for this account was the driving force at the end and I can’t thank this fandom enough for being a rock in the storm of all of this.

I began this account as both a love letter to a story that has consumed me since I was first introduced to it, but it was also created to prove that I could sustain something for this long and this intensely immersive. During this past year alone I have been dealt hands that were not always the best, but this account kept me above water, even through the many sleepless nights. It energized and empowered me through all of your retweets/re-blogs, likes, and comments.

I also want to highlight and thank all 40 artists that gave me permission to share their incredible work. The scenes came alive due to their immense talent and exceptional hard work. Every artist was kind and considerate, incredibly understanding and just as invested in this project as I was. I truly can’t thank them enough for their trust and support.

Thanks also need to be delivered to my wife and best friend who, without their constant push and patience, none of this would have happened. They were my first followers, my biggest fans, and were Abandoned so many times during the course of this and yet encouraged me to keep going. Maybe now we’ll finally have time to play all those games we’ve downloaded over the last year :).

I also want to thank Nora for…. so many things. For the creation of this story, for the encouragement when this account became so big YOU even saw it, and for becoming a dear friend in the process. You’ve been an inspiration throughout this in more ways than I can say.

And finally, I want to once again, thank all of YOU. The followers, the commenters, the re-posters, the veteran fans, the new fans, the obsessed fans, and the casual ones. Fandom can be such an intrinsic and beautiful thing. Pulling people together and bringing a life to these characters through our own individual experiences. We are all our own Foxes in a way, tied together with the understanding that second chances are immeasurable and the family we make are the best ones of all.

You gave this account a shot. And for that I am eternally grateful.

you were amazing.

🦊 🧡- Kelysium

#AAAAA

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The King's Men - Epilogue

Day: Saturday, April 27th / 28th* Time: 3:10 AM EST

Neil waits off to one side while the others file out, knowing Andrew will be the last to leave. Wymack knows better than to stick around and follows his Foxes down the hall. Andrew brings Neil's duffel to him. Neil takes it but drops it off to one side. Andrew studies it for a moment, then shrugs out of his own bag and puts a hand to the wall near Neil's head. "Your close calls are getting old," Andrew says. "I thought you knew how to run." Neil affects confusion. "I thought you told me to stop running." "Survival tip: no one likes a smart mouth." "Except you," Neil reminds him. A year ago Neil had been a scared nobody, hating himself for signing the Foxes' contract and counting down days until he moved in with Wymack. Tonight he is the starting striker for the first-ranked team in the NCAA. In two years he'll be captain, and in four he'll graduate from Palmetto State. Neil will find a professional team first and then fight tooth and nail to make the cut for Court. Neil can already imagine the weight of an Olympics medal around his neck. He doesn't even care what color it is so long as it is his. Better than that bright future is what he already has: a court that will always be home, a family who'll never give up on him, and Andrew, who for once hasn't wasted their time denying that this thing between them might actually mean something to both of them. Neil didn't even notice the silence at first, too distracted by his dizzying thoughts. Now he can't help but smile and pull Andrew in. This is everything he wanted, everything he needed, and Neil is never letting go.

END OF ALL FOR THE GAME SERIES.

Art commissioned and used with permission by the incredible @hamrikaa!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

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Riko, Ichirou & "The importance of sibling bonds" ✨️

No one asked for it, but I needed to draw this scene 💅

Idk why. (Maybe because it's loaded 👀 with so many emotions)

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The buzzer goes off again, and Neil's heart stops. The ringing in his ears isn't all him. His teammates are screaming, wordless war cries of disbelief and victory. Neil's fingers shake so badly it is almost impossible to get the straps of his helmet undone, but finally he manages to throw his helmet off to one side. He blinks sweat out of his eyes and looks up at the scoreboard. Ten-nine, Foxes' favor—Kevin had scored in the last two seconds of the game.

Day: Friday, April 26th / 27th* Time: 10:03 PM EST

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.