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#happy fucking birthday to me
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"You know how hard it is to find someone doing something original out here? It's impossible, man."
I'm just so fucking sad. This was such a gorgeous, wildly inventive show -- the only show in a long time that I actually gave a shit about, that made me feel art of this scale was still possible, that thawed my fucking glacial heart, that brought me back here to seek community to rejoice in it and in the fucking enormous universe of fanworks it spawned, that moved me toward making art again.
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maybege · 6 months
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lucasbaker25 · 2 years
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melonisopod · 8 months
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MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW ECKECKECKECKECKECKECKECKECKECKECKECKECK
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parrrty-poison · 2 years
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i will never recover
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lunarisdog · 1 year
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" Now , I know you're not fond of this day as you don't care to acknowledge it , but . . . " Micah places a small box on the table before Warlock , offering him a small smile , their gaze soft , eyes ever bright . " I wanted to get something nice for you at least — we don't have to celebrate the day if you don't want to . I can understand . . . but either you want to open the box or keep it aside , whenever you're ready to open it , I will always be here to see you with the gift in hand . " They dip their head to Warlock , planning to leave him alone in his home for the rest of the day . " I am happy that we got to meet , Warlock , " says Micah , gentle , genuine . " And you may not be , but know I am just as grateful that you exist . " That he is still alive , trying to live in the universe that does not care for him , in the world where there are people like Micah themself who does care for him , always .
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Warlock frowns at Micah who is giving him the gift . In steel silence , he analyses the small object with a pretty wrapping and lovely bow . An amused snort leaves Warlock at the thought that they had put so much effort in this gift , though genuine curiosity begins to form deep in him the longer he question what Micah got for him , co-existing with the warm fondness that he would rarely feel for anything in the world since the darkest day of his husband's passing . He appears disinterested wearing his black shades , looking at anywhere but Micah , yet he is listening to them closely , as much as he can , even as he can also hear the cries and screams from his past . He fights against it , not wanting his memories to spill over the present — what should be a special moment for just him and Micah , only .
" Micah , " he says , strangely soft , as to stop them from leaving the room . Gently , slowly , he holds onto his . . . gift with great carefulness , almost like he will ruin it just by a touch alone . His expression twists . Uncertainty forms within him , then self - shame . He doesn't deserve this gift . Anything from Micah Xenowake . " Truly , you didn't need to do this for me . . . I swear to fucking God if you got me something shit expensive . . . " Warlock thinks he hears a laughter and it soothes his soul knowing it comes from Micah . Nothing of the haunting horrors near him . Chuckling along , a grin reaches his face and he tears the wrappings apart — his Awareness flickers and Warlock gasps , his hands shaky , the tearing unfinished . He can't look at Micah , but his reaction is more than enough to tell them he is . . .
Warlock collects himself and opens his gift , taking out the necklace with a star locket that bears a music box inside . He tears up — I am happy that we got to meet . . . and you may not be , but know I am just as grateful that you exist — and pulls Micah into an embrace , silently sobbing against the crook of their neck . There is nothing about him that would deserve this gift — anything from Micah . Even when he always tried so much to place a distance between them and himself , they have only ever come back to him , like they are a ghost or tale , a memory or a dream , his own dead soulstar — his grip on Micah tightens more , telling them to stay in his broken home and bruised heart that have been looking for a reason to live . " Thank you , Micah " he whispers , aching , falling and falling and falling —
" Thank you so much for being kind to me when the universe hasn't been . "
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periwinkle-the-11th · 4 months
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Why do I even get my hopes up anymore?
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theredtours · 1 year
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anyway i'm dead going to go drink in the afterlife
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sewermageboy · 6 months
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Currently preoccupied with BG3 brainrot but. I'm telling you, when the Dragon Age inevitably hits again, I am now Ready.
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quivering-qunt · 8 months
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I REACHED PEAK FUCKING GENDER TODAY!!
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lemonxbeat · 11 months
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i'm eighteen nineteen and i still don't know what i want
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sparklestheunicorn · 1 year
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IT COMES OUT SO CLOSE TO MY BIRTHDAY I AM SO EXCITED BUT I WILL INTERRUPTING EVERYONE'S SPEAK NOW LOVING WITH MY RED ERA
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hamartia-grander · 1 year
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Spits on you
Catches it in my mouth and fucks your mom
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teslas-lame-archive · 2 years
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youtube
FINALLY!!
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moriparty413 · 2 years
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NEW HIVESWAP TROLLS? ON MY BIRTHDAY????????
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I don’t know what to do. Why do I feel like my best friend just died. He was also my symbol of victory. Why do I feel like this. He’s not even real.
Fanon aside, Bakugou still went through hell and came out the other side. He’s what kept me going when I was at my lowest. It can’t end. Not now. Not like this.
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