lays down on the floor... we’ve finished fullmetal alchemist brotherhood
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@hungryyheart: i thought you were in bed already.
memes, accepting
august’s toffee eyes flutter to conrad. his flashlight beam halos dusty window. (heavy duty. light supply and on-the-fly weapon.) the boy switches off his flashlight, dunking into laid back huddle. august paws at his cheek, halfway expecting a nag of tiredness.
“ and let my guard down? ” a joint within his neck pops when his head arcs in dispute. he sniffles, brow creasing. “ needed to know you got home okay. ”
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It's always gotta be when i need it that my siblings decide the kitchen is the best place to fool around
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" how about i keep my feelings to myself? " — @c4rdsharp
the brusque, snappish response does little to discourage berga, even if he does, momentarily, fall silent. he knows how to make people talk — with his fists, in the same way tick uses scissors — but when it comes to matters such as these, he has to rely only on his words ; ironically, he's never been especially good at that.
but at least in luck's annoyed dismissal, he's admitted that he does have feelings. sometimes, it seems as if luck would rather pretend he's emotionless && empty as a discarded bottle.
drumming his fingers on the tabletop impatiently, berga shakes his head. "no good." he side-eyes his brother knowingly. "that ain't gonna make you stronger, you know." a shrug. "talk, yell, throw a punch... just don't keep that shit inside."
A VIOLENT MAN.
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blood “loss”? well it’s not lost. i know exactly where it went. right over there.
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my little brother & i are having a scholarly debate about mornings
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Some wild shit goes on in ppls lives
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it's me boy, the medieval scribe speaking to you inside your brain. listen to me boy. draw in the margins of your notes instead of paying attention
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
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