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buwheal · 4 months
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I wanna give him a blanket. Can it maybe just materialize outta nowhere?
(I know fabric wrinkles suck to draw. You don't gotta 😵)
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gatorlovebot · 8 months
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read more of my king!simon blurbs here
you weren’t expecting to have a good morning when you made your way up to simon’s chambers.
the previous night you had sent simon to bed with a suspected fever and obvious congestion in his chest. it was a miracle you were even able to get him out of the bathtub - him complaining of a chill in the room. his head felt warm when you were washing his hair and at the mention of you notifying his doctor he brushed you off, “i’ll just sleep it off.”
you had rolled your eyes at him and while you picked out extra layers for him to sleep in you formed a plan to stop by his secretary’s chambers to advise him to send notice to the doctor before making your way to your own chambers for some much needed rest.
his chamber door was already open when you arrived and you’re shocked to already see his secretary and the doctor in the room. you knew simon wouldn’t have just “slept it off” and that he would have just woken up even worse off than he was last night and grumpy. but seeing that he was being poked and prodded so early in the morning by his doctor and having his ear talked off by his secretary had you letting out a heavy sigh before stepping into the room.
“oh, simon.” you whispered, voice laced with pity as you took in his ill appearance, face pale and clammy as you approached his bed.
“oh, nice of you to finally join us.” his secretary quipped in a pissy tone.
“watch it.” simon tried to warn but his voice was choked and raspy. he had gotten worse throughout the night, most likely up coughing. he must be so tired and sore.
the doctor just ignores the two men, instead turning to you with a smile,”good morning, my dear.” he was an older gentlemen, having taken care of simon throughout his entire rule as king. you liked him, he respected you and took none of simon’s shit. “i’m very glad you sent for me, our highness has a substantial fever and there’s a rattling in his chest when he coughs that i’m not particularly fond of.”
before you can respond to the doctor, simon’s secretary is cutting in, “well, sir, it was actually me who sent for you.”
“if it wasn’t for her you wouldn’t even know that i was fucking sick, now would you?” even with one of his muscled arms flung over his face simon was still able to spit venom.
you couldn’t stop a satisfied smile from tugging at your lips. the secretary has never cared for you and you in turn had never cared for him.
“alright, i’ve seen enough.” the doctor sat up from simon’s bed, ignoring the secretary completely to reach into his bag for a vial of a thick dark liquid. “he should take this syrup once this morning and once before bed. he’ll need lots of fluids and even more rest. i trust that he’s in good hands.”
you couldn’t help but blush, you had always taken pride in your work with simon despite all the rumors swirling around the castle, and it felt good to have someone recognize it. “thank you, sir. and thank you for coming on such short notice, hopefully with your help simon will be better soon.”
after giving well wishes to simon the doctor was off and it was just simon, the secretary, and you left in the room. you looked at him expectantly and when he made no motion to leave you two alone you reminded him, “well, the doctor said he needed rest.”
the secretary cut his eyes between you and simon before finally objecting, “well, your highness, what about all of your appointments today? you a meeting regarding the peace treaty with-”
“cancel them!” simon barked. “does it look like i’ll be making an appearance anywhere today, you twat?”
you never really liked it when simon got mean like this, reminded you too much of your separate classes and ranks within the castle. but right now, you were enjoying his little display of power.
“but, but-” the secretary balked, “what if i go in your absence, sir?”
“fine,” simon conceded, “anything to get you out here. and just take notes.” he added.
“thank you, sir.” the secretary seemed elated at this opportunity. you had always thought of him as a little weasel, sticking close to simon just to climb his way up in the royal court. simon kept him around simply because he couldn’t be arsed to find a replacement for him. “i won’t let you down.”
and with that, it was finally just the two of you. you walked the few steps to the end of his bed, taking in his large figure hidden underneath blankets and shawls. “what am i going to do with you, your highness?”
“feel like my heads going to split in two, love.” he complained.
“aww,” you teased, “would the baby like a cold cloth for his forehead?”
he pulled his arm away from his face just enough for you to see his eyes. you could tell he was taking his time trying to come up with a response. you were prepared for him to come back with something equally as childish as your teasing was but instead he just sagged his shoulders and said, “yes, please.”
you walked to his bathroom with a smile on your face and a warm, fluttery feeling in your chest.
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ganondoodle · 9 months
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i have grown kinda tired of all the studio ghibli and totk comparisons bc i love most of miyazakis movies and its so annoyingly obvious that if totk actually took inspiration from them its all just the surface level aesthetic and none of the good story telling
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feroluce · 1 year
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When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.
Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.
He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.
They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.
Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.
Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.
Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.
It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.
It's an ear.
It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-
Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.
"Hey!"
Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.
"Kaveh, hey!"
The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.
His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.
Quicksand.
Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.
His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-
Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.
"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.
Kaveh is sinking.
Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.
Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.
"Do you believe in karma?"
The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-
Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.
Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.
He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.
He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.
He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.
He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.
Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.
Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.
"Kaveh? What are you doing?"
This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."
Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.
"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.
"Do you believe in karma?"
#genshin impact#haikaveh#al haitham#kaveh#kavehtham#these two have had me chewing concrete lately god#3.6 got me frothing at the mouth#something about al haitham trying to save kaveh from himself and his own guilt complex and self-sabotage wheeee my heart#and he's normally so self-assured but he fucked it up spectacularly the first go around- good job baby-#and now it's years later he's trying again but it's something he's barely chipping away at not to mention Kaveh not wanting his help lol#and so some of Al Haitham's nightmare is objective fact and some of it is his own subjective pov#Kaveh loses his arms and ears bc al haitham is frustrated that he won't hear him out or reach out for help#and he keeps his eyes up and eventually blinds himself bc al haitham thinks of him as too idealistic and blind to reality#and kaveh does all this to himself bc when you ask al haitham about his troubles he talks about people who cause trouble for themselves#kaveh pondering the concept of karma in relation to his bad luck and misery and guilt about his father's death in the quicksand *fans self*#al haitham starting to get just a little nervous that maybe he really he can't do anything about this#or that one day it'll be too little late ough. love when I can whump character by whumping the other.#two for one special buy one get one two birds stoned at once type of deal#i have a Vision about them and their stupid dumbass relationship dynamic that I need to yell about later but for now: this#written while listening to A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers which hilariously was introduced to me as a pla Emmet song#'but here was a man mourning tomorrow; he tried to finally drown in his sorrow'#'oh he could not break surface tension; he looked in the wrong place for redemption'#'don't look at me with those eyes; I tried to unheave the ties; turn back the tide that drew him in'#'but he couldn't be saved'#'a sadness runs through him'#extremely kaveh and haikaveh song for me ough#my fics#gore#body horror#I mean it's pretty unrealistic but still just in case
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ducktracy · 2 months
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skunkes · 2 months
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blood test tomorrow and i dont think theyll let someone in with me so nobody's going to hold me down, making me feel Calm and also preventing me from escaping. smile.
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bigmammallama5 · 9 months
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i turned in my paperwork to start selling pots in our art center's gallery shop, so now i gotta bust my ass again to get some more work churned out (which this is very cool, and i need to provide some mugs for a special instructor's "mug event" now). i went and looked around and there wasn't a terribly broad array of work? cups, bowls, mugs, some smaller serving dishes, mostly functional work. i'm thinking i'll do cups, mugs, some small bowls for ease, then i'm thinking some pumpkins (with or without a face or a lid idk), some little shroomies which are easy and cute, and then if i can get them right maybe some of those tumblers with the half lid for straws? maybe some wild clay slip...
but now bc i'm teaching more and i might have a little extra from this now, idk if i'll have the time to dedicate for illustration commissions like i had been hoping to do. im still gonna think about it, and at the very least might find a new online shop to offer prints that isn't redbubble. it's not a light decision to consider. :/
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mummer · 7 months
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"sara snow" as if that could have ever been a real name. get real. That is a drag name
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I LOVE going everywhere by bike. Don't need to wait for a bus. Don't need to cram myself into a bus with (urgh) people. Or even worse, what feels like every single student in town. I still get home in about the same amount of time. I'm so so flexible including with places. Like yeah sure, let's go there! I don't care if the next bus station is far away. Doesn't matter to me.
Stayed out late with friends recently. Two of em had to get their family to come pick them up because that's too far to walk and it was too late for buses. A different friend lives like 30 minutes away but always walks and their way goes through a small park where literally no one is at with few lanterns so it's pitch black and I could literally just walk them home and then take the bike which is faster and has its own light and feels and probably is safer than walking those dark ass streets at night alone.
Like. I can just do all that. And yeah, sometimes when I'm not doing too well I feel like collapsing afterwards and yeah, maybe my fingers feel like falling off a lot at this time of year but that's like. SO worth it. I have no idea how people can live and NOT go everywhere by bike. Like if it's more than 20-30 minutes maybe but even with hills.... I fucking love my bike.
#a biscuit's rambles#also i just love going out with friends til late??#with the lockdown and shit that is such an entirely new experience and its great#also i like feeling useful i think. i like walking a friend home knowing ill definitely get home safe#idk#i also like my bike. a lot#been taking it literally every single day for years now and i have no regrets#EXCEPT FOR THOSE FUCKING PEDESTRIANS THAT HEAR MY BELL AND DO NOT FUCKING MOVE#AND THE OTHER BIKES THAT JUST DONT RING THEIR BELLS OR NOT EVEN HAVE ANY#LIKE THEN YOU GOTTA AT LEAST YELL AT PEOPLE TO MOVE OVER YOU NUMBNUT#A BIKE IS QUIET THEY DO NOT HEAR YOU THEY WILL NOT MOVE OVER MAGICALLY#AND IM STUCK BEHIND YOU#ALSO ITS JUST ASSHOLE BEHAVIOUR LIKE SOMEITMES WARNING SOMEONE SO THEY KEEP TO THE BLOODY SIDE IS GOOD!!!#and dont even get me STARTED ON SOME OF THE CARS#MUCH LESS THE STUPID ASS FUCKING INFRASTRUCTURE OF MY TOWN#ITS LIKE THEY WANT BIKES TO BE RUN OVER#fun fact i have been run over before#just fuckin collided with a car#nobody would listen to me try to pick apart the details of how it felt#which was probably my way of trying to cope with that experience lol#though nothing serious happened. bUT STILL#also oh god that one stupid fucking street with those stupid ass cars NOBODY NEEDS A CAR THERE JUST BAND HTEM ALREADY#AND THE. THE FUCKIGN ROADWORKS#I CAN NOT REACH MY SCHOOL WITHOUT ALMOST BEING EITHER HIT IN THE HEAD WITH A HUGE SHOVEL OR RUN OVER BY A TRUCK#AND IF THATS NOT THE CASE THEN THERES SO MANY FCKING PEOPLE THAT EVEN IF I YELL AT THEM LIKE MAD I CANT GET PAST WITHOUT RUNNING SOMEONE#THROUGH MYSELF#im very passionate about all things bike. but thinking abt it is a huge part of my life so im allowed to be
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problem-of-ros · 2 months
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tiktok music is so evil not just because pop musicians are now writing 1:30 min long soundbites, but because even those soundbites are edited into extatic weapons of consumerism that contribute to further inflation in sensation and frayed nerves, so now we need to bring back bad boredom in mainstream music (boring because bad) (my enemy) before we can bring back good boredom in mainstream music (boring because boredom has a place in the arts)
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onthewaytosomewhere · 19 days
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midway through season 3 and holy frak 911 is killing me!!
so i started my actual 911 journey like what a week ago (and well got slowed down cuz got the hubby into it and he wants to watch more than just occasionally lol so it's kinda slower going than could be)
anyway practically mainlining this show so that i can get to the current season whoa! is it an emotional roller coaster!! 🎢
the begins episodes have made me such a wreck and then they pair crazy episodes behind them and wreck me even more
all the storylines have me so sucked in - i luv maddie, chimney, buck, eddie, bobby, athena, michael hen, karen i just luv them all
the kids!!! holy frak the kids in this show are so good - denny, harry and may - AND CHRISTOPHER - omg do i luv christopher
every ep has so much crazy shit happening and just when i think they can't up themselves they do
they've made me cry like a baby oh so many times but bust out laughing just as many times
i am oh so happy so many of these characters are getting the therapeutic help they need - even if that means no eddie diaz fighting in the ring - cuz seriously so many of my fave songs were played in those scenes - oh and well there was of course some amazing eye candy
athena and bobby's love!!! - omg i am so here for it!
i luv the nash-grant family dymamic - they make me so happy with all the small ways they are there for each other
hen and karen - i cry with them and luv them and am so grateful they exist on this 'lil show
maddie and chimney!!!! omg i luv them so hard!!! (to the point i wanna write maddie/chimeny fic - oops lol we'll see what happens lol)
i could keep rambling forever but i won't but may of course yell about it again at a later date lol
911 - I CAME FOR THE BUDDIE THAT WAS ALL OVER MY TUMBLR DASH (AND THE FUTURE BOY-KISSING FOR BUCK) AND STAYED FOR THE "OMG I LUV THEM ALL!!!!" OF IT
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oh a buddie pic to look at if ya actually made it through all my crazy rambling also cuz i luv'd his moment so much
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oh and then this hug right here it nearly killed me!
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meownotgood · 1 year
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Is canon aki mean? In any case whether he’d be annoyed, irritated or just having a horrible rough day would he be mean to his s/o canonically?
no, he isn't mean at all. aki is easily the kindest character in the entire manga, in fact. his identity as a character centers around his complete and utter selflessness, even towards those he says he doesn't like.
aki has a strong sense of morals, so he can be serious or strict at times. he keeps a cold facade because he can't have people knowing how he really feels, and because it's the only way he can continue on in such a horrible world. but he's never outright mean, nothing he does is out of spite.
he's rude towards denji at the beginning of the manga because he knows devil hunters who don't know what they're getting into often end up dying, he's trying to protect denji in this way. and at the beginning, he still carries a lot of blind hate towards devils. but all of his values end up getting tested as the manga goes on and he finds he cares deeply for denji and power, because that's just the kind of person he is.
so I don't think he'd ever be mean to someone who he loves. sometimes, he can get irritated, but he would never take it out on you. actually, I think being near you would help to calm him down. he would want your presence and company after he's had a really terrible day.
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acotars · 9 months
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possibly an unpopular opinion but i feel like sjm’s writing/plotting have gone downhill, which is disappointing bc i enjoyed tog so much. i actually did like the first 4 acotar books and hoeab, but her most recent work feels like she’s trying to do too much with the maasverse and it’s not well thought out (i had so many issues with the larger world plot elements of acosf and the regression on bryce’s character arc in hosab…). it feels like as she’s gotten more and more popular, whoever her current editor is doesn’t do a good job at making her ideas work best for the overall story. i’m disappointed bc the premises have so much potential but haven’t lived up to it to me :/
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send me your unpopular opinions and i’ll either let you in or not
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twomystdunstans · 3 months
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As per your recent post, may I ask why the whole Magnus protocol thing pisses you off? No obligation to answer, just wondering.
Yo! Ummmm. Hmm. It's mostly from a personal perspective/my opinion/feelings on TMA?
I really did like how the story ended, I thought it wrapped up well, the thought that we didn't KNOW what happened in the aftermath or what happened to jmart & Co definitively, felt really fitting and a nice full circle close on the story as a whole. It ended where it should've and I was really satisfied with that. It had told its story and that was it. Part of TMA (the whole thing you could argue) is the fear of the Unknown so like. Idk it felt fitting.
Around the same time it was ending/s5 there was kind of a big boom in the Fandom, and there was a lot of new fans who binged the whole of 5 seasons in like. A week or two and then wanted, understandably, more?
I don't really have sources to back me up I'm just speaking from personal experience talking w people who I've recommended the show to post-finale and who listened to it post-finale, and this isn't to be gate keepy or try and bash newer fans like. It's a good show I'm glad that people are still discovering it. Etc etc etc whatever.
Its of my PERSONAL OPINION. that continuing the story that TMA told is a disservice to the story itself. I have a post here that I made back when it was announced that kinda explains a little bit better.
I don't mean to accuse anyone working in it or listening to it of like. Being a cashgrab or pandering to fans or anything like that, I'm just personally dissatisfied and a little disappointed about it.
Im just not excited, I'm sure it'll be good? Johnny Sims has a style of writing horror I'm a huge fan of, im sure everyone who worked on it worked hard and im sure they all did an incredible job and I'll probably. Listen to it someday? Im just. Dreading it. Idk. I'll probably ramble jn the tags a little more and be more incoherent but like. Eh. Not excited, seems stupid. Sorry.
TL;DR it's of my opinion that TMA didn't need a continuation, had a good ending for the story it was telling, and tmagp is a disservice to that story. Whatever.
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keeps-ache · 28 days
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hehe. crackling
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aussie-bookworm · 3 months
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Shut the fuck up that's not The Duck Cake from Bluey, that's The Duck Cake From The Women's Weekly Children's Birthday Cake Book.
You will never be her. Have some fucking respect
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