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#get ready for it :)
emolgabrine · 2 months
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Uranium brainrot
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thescrump · 9 months
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do you want to hear about my best AND worst Sonic OC?
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Kids and Coffee Dates Ch: 8
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The sound of overly-cheerful music woke you from a deep sleep. Your phone buzzing and lighting up from the bedside table. You turned it over to reveal Eskel’s name, also noting that it was around 1 am.  It was certainly odd that he would call you so deep into the night- or early into the morning more accurately. However, he must have had his reasons, so with great effort you sat up and answered the call with a low grovely “Hello?”
“Y/n? Oh god fuck you’re there. God i-  shit- I need you come over here.” Eskel’s voice was frantic as he spoke, desperation laced his tone as it he battled with the decision to speak or breath with each moment.  “Bleater hasn’t been feeling well the past couple of days, I just thought she was being dramatic but she didn’t eat at all today and I said I would just call you in the morning but I couldn’t sleep so I came out here and now she looks like she feels even worse and she’s not due for another month and what if something is happening with the baby and i-“
“Eskel hey, hey calm down” You were already out of bed, scrambling for your shoes, some sweats and a jacket. “I’m already getting my shoes on now, you said you’re out there with Beater now?”
You heard a shallow shuttering breath before you heard a response. “Y-Yeah”
“Okay just stay out there with her. I’m headed outside now.” You kept Eskel on the line as you briskly made your way to your barn for supplies. “Eskel honey take some deep breaths for me okay” You kept the phone pressed to your ear as you gather supplies. Some needles and syringes and various medicines. As well as a hoof knife, flashlight and a half empty box of gloves. Once it seemed Eskel had calmed down some you spoke to him again. “Okay I’ve gather some of my stuff, I’m gonna load up the car and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just stay out there with her and stay calm alright?”
“Okay, yeah I’ll be here”
“Great, I love you. It’s gonna be okay honey”
“I love you too”
With that you shoved the phone into the jacket pocket and shoved the box with supplies into your car, before hauling ass to Eskel’s house. The drive was easy, not many people out this late, at least not in your neck of the woods. Eskel’s house closer to the city had a few more cars, but nothing that hindered you from speeding like a demon to the tiny house at the end of a ragged street.
As you put the SUV in park you noticed the light inside Lil’ Bleaters hut was on. You grabbed your gear and headed toward it. As you opened the outside door Eskel shoot up, standing as tall as he could in the small space. He didn’t say anything as you set the box down and took a knee next to a fitfully sleeping Bleater. As you began examining her Eskel stood claustrophobically over your shoulder.  Every time you would touch something or poke something he would gasp or his breath would stutter.  You didn’t want to get irritated with him, he was obviously frazzled and upset, but you couldn’t even examine Bleater, let alone administer any medicine with an anxious Eskel at your back.
“Love would you mind going inside and making me some tea or coffee? Whatever you have really just to help me stay awake?” You looked up sweetly at Eskel.
“uh, yeah yeah I can do that. Yeah” Eskel took a shaky breath before fumbling his way outside. Good, that would buy you some time. You began to examine Bleater quickly. Without Eskel’s nervousness clouding your focus you were able to see the situation much more clearly. It looked like she was just suffering from a case of Ketosis. Bleater was in discomfort for sure but not to the degree Eskel made it out to be. Either Bleater’s owner was being over dramatic or she was, the truth probably lying somewhere in the middle. Regardless Eskel had caught it early which meant it should be something the two of you could treat without vet necessity.
Ketosis was fairly common in pregnant goats, you’d dealt with it before and had the medicine on hand. Quickly you filled the syringe and stuck her. Bleater was non-too-happy about the poke but was kind enough to wait till you had pulled the needle out her skin before huffing and waddling to the other side of the shed. Luckly for you she had stuck her head in a corner, so it was easy for you to pin her there after donning some gloves to make sure the babies were alright. It was gross for sure, but it wasn’t your first rodeo. The baby- or babies as you quickly found out were fine. You snapped off the gloves and grabbed the supply box, opening the door and almost running into Eskel in the process.  A steaming mug held in his hands.
“I gave her some medicine, she should be feeling better by the morning.” You grabbed the sleeves of your jacket around your hands before reaching for the hot cup in Eskel’s hands.
“What was wrong?” Eskel asked, peaking his head in to the ajar shed to see Bleater standing up, probably staring daggers into your back.
“Ketosis, you know what it is?” You stepped outside and let Eskel close the door behind you.
“Uhh no, not really, it’s not something horses really get.” Eskel stood with his back to the shed hands around his waist and shoulders hunched.
“No” You let out a hollow laugh. “Usually only happens in animals with rumens. Easiest way of explaining it is the chemicals in there bodies gets way out of wack. Its usually caused by diet, pregnancy makes it more common. I’ll have to look at your feed in the morning.” As you took a sip you looked up at Eskel, he was shaking slightly and he looked as though he might fall apart at any moment.
“C’mon lets go inside” You set a gentle hand on the small of his back, leading him to the house. “Nothing we can do till the morning anyway.” You lead Eskel inside, leading him to the couch before washing your hands quickly in the kitchen sink and joining him. You grabbed a blanket from the basket that held them on the side of the couch and draped it over the two of you. Putting on something mindless before gesturing Eskel to lay down. He ended up on top of you, head resting on your chest, head turned toward back of the couch.
His shoulders relaxed after a bit and he let out a long sigh. “Thank you for coming, I know it wasn’t something you had to do.”
You brought a hand up to rest in his hair. “My boyfriend was upset and his daughter was in distress of course I was going to come”
“Yeah but” he seemed to inspect the couch backing very closely. “You didn’t have to come right away, you could have told me to wait till morning or not answered at all.” You shifted your hand so it was cradling his face. Soft delicate hands running over rough and puckered skin. Fingertips gently tracing the scars before ending at his chin and tilting Eskel’s head up to look at you.
“If you’re upset for any reason Eskel I’m there. Big or small, rain or shine, night or day, if you need me I’m there. Even if you want me there just because all you have to do is ask. This is non-negotiable alright.” As you spoke your hand migrating back to cradle Eskel’s face once more. As you finished speaking a gloss took over Eskel’s eyes. He placed his hand over yours and closed his eyes. Two small twin tears forced out of his eyes and an oxymoronic smile on his face. He pressed your hand closer to his face, as if trying to graft it into his skin.
After Eskel opened his eyes once more he looked down. “You know after this happened” Eskel tapped his fingers on the hand that held the scarred skin on his face. “She was all I had. She was the only reason I got out of bed in the morning. The only reason I had to live. I thought she was all I would ever have. Because at least life with her made me feel like I was good for something.”
Eskel’s eyes looked up at you briefly before darting to the side again. “Then you came along. And suddenly I wasn’t just good for something I was wanted. Blatantly and unabashedly wanted. I didn’t just feel like was there I felt.” He paused for a moment and then closed his eyes, pressing your hand to his face again. “I felt like these were gone, like I was myself again.”
Eskel shifted up slightly, putting both his hands on either side of your face. Holding you and with the whisper of a touch letting his thumbs run over your cheeks. “Y/n, I love you so much. More than I think words can express.” Unshed tears lay in your eyes as you reached for him. Pulling his head down to you till your noses were almost touching. Blurry eyes looking up at him, and then letting out a whisper.
“Then don’t say anything at all” You let your eyes fall shut as you pulled Eskel down to close the gap between the two of you. Lips desperate against one another to be so close that one could not tell where one began and the other ended. Eskel’s hands reached moved to the back of your head to push you ever closer. The kiss was pure passion. The admit of defeat to fighting love. The final release of letting go and letting oneself fall.
Your arms surged around Eskel’s back, gripping onto his shoulders as the euphoria of the close contact began to take hold. Losing yourself him. When the two of you broke apart it was only just enough so you could breath. Neither of you wanting to be far from the other. As you resumed you whispered Eskel’s name on his lips. His great arms lowered to hug your middle as he lifted both you and himself off the couch. Engulfing the you with his lips once more as he carried you to the bedroom.
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snazzystarlight · 1 year
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This was cool! This is “Get Ready For It” by Take That  as I see it because of synesthesia, a condition that impacts sensory input and can cause music to me see as well as heard!
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sansxfuckyou · 11 months
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you ever read something and just fucking, why?
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iamfabiloz · 1 year
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I need MouseMinnow to be a thing
SO TRUEEE if only the Erin’s rmemebered
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godsweakestsoldier · 1 year
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I’m in my feels about Lilith tonight, and I’m listening to The Silt Verses again. I’m about to make it everyone’s problem.
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jerseydeanne · 2 years
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ponds-of-ink · 1 year
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William Afton in some custom clown outfit. Maybe even use Scraptrap as a reference model.
I will not elaborate with I’m posting this idea… yet.
Edit: Oh wait. I forgot Clown Springtrap was already a thing. Oops.
Still might go through with it because idk how canon that outfit/Springtrap variant is. Besides, it’s a fun little exercise.
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fortysevenswrites · 2 years
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No YOU just got super excited by a text from your supervisor asking if you wanted free filing cabinets brought up to camp this summer.
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deepinthelight · 2 years
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I'll hold your hand With good intentions With good intentions
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smokiedokie · 3 months
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I opened my copy of The Tale of the Body Thief & immediately had to close it again because of this silly little annotation
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hansoeii · 9 months
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we go just right.
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phantomrose96 · 9 months
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I think we should have a turn of phrase for "I'm not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing" because more and more I'm finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.
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rollinrabbit · 9 months
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kenergy
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ardri-na-bpiteog · 2 months
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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
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