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If you wondered what happened to me,

Hello everyone! My name is Bambi, most of you knew that. I’ve been around a long time. A lot has happened in my life since we last spoke. I got married, got my own place, made some friends, got my first ever cat.

I am healthy and happy now. I used tumblr rp to cope with how much I hated my life since 2015 and maybe even before that. A kind of maladaptive daydream to escape to somewhere nicer, where I had friends and people cared about me. Where I didn’t have to live my own life.

I don’t think I need it anymore. I think I’m okay now.

I will always love the stories I made, the people I met. How it distracted me enough that I could get through the day. You all deserve to know I’m okay and nothing tragic happened to me. This choice isn’t easy, but it’s one I have to make.

I don’t think I’ll be back. I think that’s a good thing. Please consider this post as Clint’s death if that gives you closure. Something undoubtedly mundane as to fit the frailness of his humanity and how he was just an ordinary man.

I won’t be responding to anything from this point.

From the bottom of my heart, to everyone I met along the way and the only thing I was living for for so many years

Goodbye, love Bambi

special thanks to the family. You know who you are.

I never even told you my name, or shared more than a few words ooc, but know that you kept me alive. I needed the threads and I sewed myself together with them. My friends till the heat death of the universe

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aa!stevetony: *having a moment*

clint:

#i still love aa clint so much

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I JUST SAW THIS ON TWITTER OH MY

#I just #oh my god

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Give my muse something (an animal, food, a weapon, anything!) and see their reaction!

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IS BAMBI ALWAYS RIGHT?

#i fixed it dont worry

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honestly my blog is so linked to @overclocks, we are a package deal

#i love so so much #half my heart exists with them

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ꜱᴀʀᴅɪɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ

“Did you ever know that you’re my hero? My earth’s mightest hero?” / @hitsharder

                ❝ Am I your valentine? I want a cruise this year and at least three carats, Tinman.  ❞

#overclocks

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Is Bambi always right?

#hi im bambi if you dont know

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❝ Kate can have my 90 day coin because I intend to get a better one ❞  

#hoping for a 365 day coin

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*punches his shoulder really hard and glares*

🦻 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: □□□□□□□□   ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇʀʏ     —     ❝ Ow! Hey, hey.   Wait — before you beat me up, Chickadee ❞     He smiles. Something a little brighter, a little more aged. He sets his duffle bag down. What he’s been living out of for three months and a few different facilities. He’s actually shaven and showered, though he still smells of stale coffee and familiar green soap bar. He hugs her. Tightly. 

                  ❝ I should tell you where I’ve been kiddo, but I want to give you this first. I traveled a long way to hand it over. I know you’re mad but, if you’ll just give me a second. ❞      He hands her his 90 day sober coin.       ❝ I want to be around for you. I want to really be here when I’m with you, kiddo. ❞

#purplearchcr

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Be afraid 

#I have stuff drafted

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we’re going to say the time I went missing, is Clint in an inpatient alcohol rehab and then a wilderness retreat like he used to do in the 2000s when he would just go into the wild for a bit.

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#Hi #i have a computer #i have an apartment #i have a job #im doing okay #my boyfriend is going to propose soon #ive been okay

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in which Kate finds an old picture, circus-era old, and wants to know if Clint can still do that?

girly-girl I have no idea

let’s find out

and Lucky thinks it’s pretty great

dad what are you DOING

are we PLAYING?

DO YOU NEED HELP I CAN HELP I AM A GOOD DOG

#One of my favorite drawings of all time

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kisses his cheek.

He rests his head on her lap, with a heavy sigh. ❝ You want me to eat you out as we catch up on that trashy reality show Kate sent us? ❞

#Shespy

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“ still feeling like shit? “

🦻 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: □□□□□□□□   ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ʙᴀᴛᴛᴇʀʏ     —     ❝ It varies moment to moment. But I feel good. ❞ He says it hesitantly. As if speaking of any progress would completely negated it. A small shrug given as he placed a plate in front of her. It had been a long while since he actually cooked them breakfast at an appropriate time. The stove left unused since he moved in to Brooklyn. ❝ Have a lot more free time. I think we should take a trip. You me, a sunny beach. ❞ His voice dies off slightly as he pictures the senecio and can only imagine himself drink in hand or elbow deep in a cooler. Maybe a beach wouldn’t be so great.

#Shespy

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"Clint?" Gentle knock at his front door, "I know you're in there man. I just wanted to see how you're doing. No gimmicks, just want to make sure you're okay."

He doesn’t want to answer. He’s got an unopened bottle of Tennessee Honey in his hand, one that he’s been holding for a hour now. The glass is warm in his hands by now. Sobering up brought up a lot of old feelings. A lot of events he buried. Has been trying to bury for years. Like heavy rain bring bones out of the ground.

Bruce’s death. Nat’s fake death. Bobbi’s baby. Fighting for a broken reputation that he cobbled to feather through jokes and lies. Clint doesn’t answer for her. He just heads up to bed. Headache pounding.

#Rehab adventures