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idlethoughts-idolthoughts · 13 days

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thanks gift!flip

#idle thoughts #idle thoughts and reflections

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idlethoughts-idolthoughts · 20 days

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.i was only a cry for help,

(and as that cub who howled)

became lost in plain sight with ears all around til that cry for help rushed the ground

rising now who knew and gathered(as much as lost) bones they creak but more ‘miles also cross

posture and pose behind new eyes amid again not always lies waiting then for that cry. again again. never?a gain to let you in again? but here tho we sit to be near and to once again try.

#idle thoughts

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idlethoughts-idolthoughts · 2 months

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nice. mug fellas w parallel go’odevilishment.

Parallel photos: The Tennants and the Shebergs

#parallels #fascinating #tennant and shenanigans

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idlethoughts-idolthoughts · 2 months

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Scratching that thought with a resolved sigh, you rise on toes while bending deep in your knees to lower yourself slowly, closer to their view, the bat in hand finding its way to the ground tented beneath your fingers. Taking another precious moment to square your shoulders before raising your eyes, you bring your free hand into view already painting apologies for your presence at the swimming mix of anger, pain, and level resolution met in the other’s eyes. No child here. Not by spirits reckoning. Lowering eyes, you prepare to back away, fingers of your now outstretched hand, still attempting to parlay excuses.

For four days now, you have felt as if someone were following you home. No matter how careful you were, or how paranoid, you couldn’t seem to lose your stalker, or figure out who it was. You’ve even noticed that someone has been messing with your bins and stealing some of your clothes off the line. Finally sick of it, you decided on a new plan, having your suspicions as to where your stalker might be hiding out while waiting to follow you.

Silently, you went about your nightly routine, then pretended to go to bed, switching off the lights and sitting in the darkness. From there, you waited, and waited, and waited. It wasn’t until you were absolutely certain that your stalker would believe you were asleep, that you very quietly crept out of the house. Baseball bat in hand, you slowly and carefully made your way around the side, narrowing your eyes at the large old tree that stood there.

You had mostly forgotten about it, but when you were very young and your grandparents were still alive, you would often hide yourself in the abandoned fox den below the grand old tree. When your parents had found out, they had been furious, and forbidden you from playing outside at their house anymore. After all these years, you had practically forgotten about it entirely.

Reaching the old tree, you eyed the large overgrown bushes that hid away the entrance, not sure you were ready for what you would find there. From what you remembered, the abandoned fox den was incredibly large, more than large enough for a full grown adult, or maybe even two.

Deciding you had delayed it enough, you carefully pulled aside the branches, tightening your grip on your makeshift weapon, though nothing prepared you for the truth. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you, almost dropping the baseball bat in your shock.

Curled up in the centre of the den, nestled into a pile of your stolen clothes, was what looked like a young child. Though their clothes had seen better days and their skin was dirty, their silver hair seemed completely pristine, as did the fur of the two large pointed ears atop their head, and the long fluffy tail currently curled around them like a blanket. For a moment you wondered if they were dressed up as something, until you saw one furry ear twitch slightly at the distant call of an owl.

You really hoped you were hallucinating.

#writing prompt #write it motherfuckers #writing prompts

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idlethoughts-idolthoughts · 2 months

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when you’ve seen a flying vagina, think it’s about to make contact with your screen, and it’s the best part of the 90 minutes spent getting to a blooper reel