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ranubd · 6 months

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"Bro just shut up and kiss me."

WHO SAID THAY!!! WHO SAID THAT 😧😧😧‼️‼️

His ass doesn't understand keeping secrets.

#grian #gtws #desert duo #hermitcraft #god theyre so out here #im very tired goodnight #secret life ig??#secret life #trafficsmp #trafficblr #yum!

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isa-ghost · 2 years

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wooooo happy blog anniversary to meeeeeee

#im very tired goodnight

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nordidia · 2 months

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having a very rough night so raph doodles needed to be made

when in need, mash two interests together

#i love him so muhc ghghgh #and uh please stop sending me asks straight up demanding me to draw more /nm #if u've sent me an ask just regarding art before pls dont feel anxious this is about people actually DEMANDING like im some sort of machine #im absent due to my work/mental health situation going up and down #tmnt will ofc always be special interest but right now its in the back row #theres little time for anything but work and meetings and thinking about work and.. well.. monster hunter escapism egsfkhjhh..#but yeah i promise im still here #and i want to draw him when i can #but stress is high right now and drawing takes too much wrist stamina to do often now #i hope u understand #sorry if i worded myself badly im very tired and stresed n its ... oh its 5am great. wellp. goodnight skafklgsjdklfnshh #my art #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #nordidia art #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #id in alt text #also one would think my art style is easy on my wrist but #i gorilla grip my pen and when i learned to write as a child i held the pencil jank #and it stuck like that #so its really rough on my hands #sadly

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jacks347 · 1 month

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(Is this stupid enough to be considered a crack fic?? Idk, we're going with it)

To say Hipswitch was surprised to see a woman sitting in his base next to Albus would be an overstatement.

Now, to say he was surprised to see said woman be so...dressed while sipping a cup of tea, that was accurate.

He'd never seen the demon bring back anyone who wore so many layers. Hell, now that he was really thinking about it, he hadn't really seen Albus bring back anyone at all. From the headscarf covering her hair to the skirt that brushed at her ankles and all the fabric and layerage of jewelry in-between, Hipswitch was getting warm just watching her.

The woman turned, smiling politely at him. She was rather pretty, warm brown skin with dark green eyes. Not necessarily someone he'd consider Albus’s type but everyone had their exceptions. "Hello there. You must be Hipswitch." Her voice was quiet and flowed like honey. She reminded Hipswitch of the ladies of the church in town, always speaking softly with inviting smiles. Definitely not Albus’s usual type. What, had he really gotten that bored?

"That I am. And who might you be?" Hipswitch took a seat across from the odd duo, eyes darting between the two in bewilderment. Albus huffed out a laugh, wrapping an arm around the woman's shoulders. "This is Faith. She a, ah, friend of mine." The woman, Faith, rolled her eyes with a small chuckle. "Mm, sure, friend. Let's go with that." She hummed as she took a sip of her tea.

Hipswitch nodded slowly, still going back and forth between them. It was very strange but he couldn't say he didn't appreciate the change. Hell, he welcomed it. Faith was polite, she was far more dressed than he expected, and she seemed very sweet. It almost brought a tear to Hipswitch's eye. "Well it's very nice to meet you. I've gotta say Albus, she's certainly a might better for you than the others from the whore house."

There was an audible beat of silence before it was broken by both a roar of laughter from Albus and a rather impressive spit take from Faith who was now coughing like mad as she tried to regain her composure while Albus was nearly doubled over in hysterics. Hipswitch was left rather confused, not exactly understanding why what he said had caused such a visceral reaction. "Did I say something wrong?"

The statement only made Albus laugh harder as Faith finally recovered, her cheeks flaming red and her face a heavy mask of embarrassment before kicking Albus in the shin. "Stop laughing! I've never been so mortified in all my life." She dropped her face into her hands, shaking her head before pulling herself back up. "How do I put this lightly..." Faith mumbled as Albus’s laughter finally petered off. "Oh Switchy, Faith is a sister paladin." He corrected, making Hipswitch raise an eyebrow in confusion. "A what?"

"A nun." Came a surprised voice, making Hipswitch jump as he turned to find the source of it. "Hey Doc, how long have you been standing there? Almost gave me a heart attack. And how do you know that?" The doctor leaned against the doorframe, staring at Hipswitch with a wide-eyed expression between shock and horror. "When Albus came on I decided to do some research on the medical practices of New Tennessee. Maybe there would be something there to help better treat Albus if I needed to. And well, most of the information was from or about the sister paladins. They're the main form of healthcare, they're essentially priestesses who learn medicine to take of the knight paladins. But they're known to treat anyone who comes to their temples." The realization slowly dawned on Hipswitch, his eyes widening as it did. No wonder she reminded him so much of the women of the church, she was one of them! Oh he fucked up. He fucked up bad.

"So, in case you missed it in that grand fucking speech, you just called a nun a hooker directly to her face." Albus clarified, though he really didn't need to. Faith sighed, the initial embarrassment fading into a kind of indignant rage. "Can I slap him?" Albus snorted a laugh, flashing a sly grin at Hipswitch. "Oo, watch out there Switchy. She's got a mean backhand and I'm almost willing to let her do it. You kind of deserve it." Hipswitch wished he could disappear. "I-I am so sorry ma'am! I would never think of implying you would be that kind of woman, I just assumed-" He spluttered an embarrassed apology, making Albus burst into another round of hysterical laughter as Faith cut him off with a shake of her head. "Don't apologize, I know you didn't mean it. You worked with what you knew, I can't blame you for that. Though I do still want to slap you. And you do kind of deserve it."

Faith got to her feet stiffly, fixing the layers of her outfit and narrowing her eyes at a still laughing Albus. "I think I've seen enough of Maya for one day. I've got to pick Kerano up from school." She leaned down to poke a finger into the warrior's chest. "Don't make me come back out here to check up on you. Had me worried sick for nothing." Albus’s laughter faded as he lightly smacked her hand away. "Gods, yes, I know. I won't, I promise." She nodded with a satisfied huff before turning to the doctor. "I'm glad I could help with your research, you know how to reach me if you have any more questions." "Of course! Thank you again, Sister. It's been very insightful having you here. I should go continue to look over those notes." He turned and headed back into his office as Faith turned to Hipswitch. "And you." Hipswitch gulped, expecting the worst. Maybe that slap Albus had warned him about. "Maybe actually talk to someone before assuming they're some kind of common hooker. I take my faith very seriously and even if I didn't, I'd be far outside of his price range." She smiled warmly before turning on her heel and heading for the door. "See you again boys!"

Albus’s head dropped back onto the couch with a snort. "Outside my price range, she's crazy." He muttered. Hipswitch quietly got up and moved closer to punch Albus in the chest, making the demon wheeze out a breath as his head snapped up to glare at him. "Fucking hell, what was that for?" "For not warning me! I made a damn fool of myself in front of a nun because of you!" "Well, she's not really a nun, she's a priestess." "Regardless! She's a woman of faith and I disrespected her in the worst way possible!" Albus waved his concerns off. "Ah don't sweat it. Give it a week, she'll be laughing over it. It was damn funny." "You're actually the worst, you know that?" "Oh I am well aware Switchy. You're not the first to notice." Hipswitch could only roll his eyes. Why did he have to care about this idiot so much? "Okay but tell me one thing." "Whatcha got Switchy?" "Have you actually slept with her?" "Would you be jealous if I said yes?" "Albus..." Albus chuckled lowly, shaking his head. "Sorry Switchy, this is one time I don't kiss and tell. That's up to you to figure out." He confessed with a shrug. "Out of all the escapades you've rambled on about, this is the one you keep quiet about?" "Faith is different, okay? She...she deserves to not have her story told. So I won't." He defended. Hipswitch sighed in defeat, stepping back. "I'll never understand how your head works." "Good, I don't either. So looks like we'll both be confused."

(...idfk how to end this so this is what you get. Yes I made this entire thing because there is a non-zero chance that Hipswitch would assume Faith is a hooker the first time he met her and that was so damn funny to me)

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snowthedemonfox · 11 months

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my favourite pastime is making crossover aus that will only appeal to like 3 people

being both a 17776 fan and a portal fan has given me too much power (its like 2am i rushed half of this in an attempt to get my ideas on the canvas before i forgot)

(bonus live footage of me about to commit a crime)

btw i barely have anything for this '''au''' yet feel free to throw ideas @ me

#snowgems art #17776 #portal #this is literally my first post in the portal tag #hi everyone i draw satellites sometimes #anyway onto the commentary from ME #yes i did base the optics on my own 17776 designs #bc im unoriginal and i think it looks good #i tried basing their colours on the actual satellites #to be a BIT MORE original lol #do they have actual core names? no. not yet #feel free to give ideas lol im very tired #ANYWAY goodnight everyone bye

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ineffablelvrs · 5 months

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I WAS NINE !!!! NINE AND TAKING CARE OF YOU

#goodnight im very tired #shitpost #moviestarplanet #msp #movie star planet #polblr #<- poniewaz u guys get it

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cashmere-caveman · 2 months

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Image descriptions in ALT

#the terror #francis crozier #silna #james clark ross #caveweb #i mean technically this is also kind of abt #rossier #but eh. this is about many things. including silna/goodsir and crozier/jopson and colonialism and guilt and The Narrative but im tired so #no big rant. i just love silna. and i have very many thoughts abt her and crozier. also abt him solo but i cant articulate them so take thi #but yeah i love nuance also sorry for being v literal w this sometimes i just had a thought 2 weeks ago and had to do sth abt it #the thought was [terror x rilke] bc the last give me ur hand bit came to me in a vision but then this grew like five new heads #anyway i need to SLEEP. goodnight ilu

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astranite · 2 months

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Protective is an Emotion

John and Virgil, with younger Tracies. This started off with me wanting to write John being the protective big brother and went from there. Might be a 2nd and 3rd chapter as there be ideas for them. Rather angsty so far but there shall be some hurt/comforting. John and Virgil are both autistic as I am always writing them that way tis just more obvious here.

Warnings for bullying.

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John walked through the crowded school yard, head down, one hand tightly wrapped around the shoulder strap of his backpack. The cacophony of bodies and noise pressed in on him, the typical state of students at break time, rowdy, clamoring and far too numerous.

He wouldn't have stopped usually, have kept pressing through until he got to the doors of the library and inside, where it was finally, thankfully quiet and he could breathe. But something caught his eye, an aberration in the pattern of swirling students and harried staff members.

At the base of the concrete stairs leading to the art block building was a knot of students. It wasn't out of the ordinary for teenagers to gather there, half blocking the walkway for people who wanted to get past until a teacher inevitably told them off and then they inevitably returned to position as soon as said teacher was out of sight. But it still pinged in John’s brain as an important detail even before he quite realised.

The teenagers looked to be a couple of grades below him. They formed a wall of bodies against the art building, intention all focused inward. John caught a glimpse of dark hair and flash of colourful canvas between them.

The final piece of the puzzle: Virgil had started attending the same highschool as Scott and John, beginning this week.

It could be fine, maybe it was fine, maybe the kids in Virgil’s grade would treat Virgil better than John’s supposed peers had ever done to him.

But John preferred hard evidence and he didn't put much stock in the good of humanity when it came to teenagers forced into close proximity by the mass education institution known as a school.

Best case scenario, John could say hi and check in on Virgil, then leave him to hang out with his new friends without his weird ginger brother butting in on the conversation, and ask Virgil to tell him about them and how his day was on the bus home from school.

Worst case scenario? Well, that was why John was striding towards the group, chin up and shoulders back, doing his best to use his lanky height to get through the crowd and mimic Scott when he had something to prove. Because he was the big brother here and if there was the slightest chance Virgil needed him, that meant John was all the way in a heartbeat.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” John smiled, showing his teeth.

Start nice, start friendly, better not to let them see a potential threat coming. If there needed to be a threat, which John sorely hoped there wouldn’t.

Several of the students jumped, whipped their heads around.

“Who’re you?” One challenged.

John made full eye contact with the teen. “I’m John Tracy.”

The other boy looked away first.

“We’re just talking. What’s your problem?” Another teen, closest to Virgil and pressing in on his personal space as Virgil leaned away added.

“Yeah, we’re talking,” A different student, John couldn't keep track of the faces. Then directed at Virgil: “Aren’t you going to tell us what you drew?”

They all looked to Virgil, like this was some kind of gotcha instead of an innocent question as John’s instincts screamed this was a trap.

He’d been here before. John swallowed hard. They weren’t— It wasn’t— Appearances could be deceiving and some people didn't know when to stop because they liked the feeling of having power over others.

“Come on, give us an answer. Or is it music again, which is a sound that you hear?” A voice twisted to mocking.

Virgil was clutching his sketchbook and a canvas covered in vividly painted patterns to his chest. The concrete stairwell wall was up against his back, blocking off the exits as pleading brown eyes found John, lips mouthing his name.

Virgil was scared, these teens were taunting him, even though there was nothing he would have done to deserve it, no one deserved it, especially not his kindest brother who wore his heart on his sleeve and wanted to help everyone. He wasn’t as strange or sharp-edged as John…

“Stop. Just stop,” John said. Blurted out, because he wished Scott was here, Scott would know what to do to fix this. John needed his big brother right now too.

One of the teens nudged Virgil in the ribs quicker than John could cross the circle to get to him. Virgil flinched and shrunk further inwards on himself, humming under his breath, the pitch rising.

John saw red. He forced his way through the gathered teens to put himself between them and Virgil, protectiveness surging enough to take his breath away. He’d tear them apart with his teeth if that would make them leave Virgil alone.

But it wouldn’t. And he wasn’t Scott, he was just John. He could calculate the forces involved better than he could throw a punch because he was too clumsy to be on the sports teams and didn't really want to be anyway, and he was tall like a plant that grew too fast without enough sun instead of tall and athletic, and he was only a year older than these kids no matter that he was in Scott’s grade, and he’d never won a fight when it was him because it had never ended.

Analysing variables was his language: a) he and Virgil would never win now if it came to fighting because bullies liked to outnumber you, b) getting himself suspended trying would only mean he wasn't there to protect Virgil and it would be another thing Scott would have to deal with dumped on his shoulders, and c) the smart option was to get out now.

The teens were between laughter at them and indignation, a volatile combination. Spilt rocket fuel in the school yard.

John dropped any semblance left of the polite expression he’d been wearing. Gave the blank, emotionless, nothing look, because he knew it unnerved people even though it was just his normal face. Stared unblinkingly into the eyes of the teen directly in front of him, because apparently it was uncanny even when he didn’t mean it as a threat, the same intimidation of a barn yard cat eyeing up its prey. Somewhere that hurt but it was buried amongst John’s roiling emotions. He could use it though.

“We are going,” he stated flatly. He couldn’t think of anything else to say, the protagonists in John’s books always had a snappy line at this point except he didn’t.

He tried to give Virgil as much warning as he could, saying his name before seizing his hand.

John broke the path, somewhat dragging Virgil with him even as he did his best to be gentle because he really didn't want to hurt his brother and he knew how scary it was, but getting away was more important right now.

He pushed past the other students, shuddering when a grab was made at his arm and shaking it off. The boy in question loudly played what they’d done to Virgil like it was a big, friendly joke, like it wasn’t one hundred percent purposeful, couldn’t any Tracy just take a joke.

“Can’t even say anything about his own stupid drawing,” The same teen muttered to their retreating backs.

By how Virgil’s grip went suddenly crushingly tight on his hand, John knew he had heard every word.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #john tracy #virgil tracy #autistic John Tracy #autistic Virgil Tracy #neurodivergent Tracies #astrawrite #goodnight i am tired adn need to do the sleep but have fic. why was this fic started new today with all the many wips? who knows? not me #yes i totally have a neurodivergent tracies agenda and im very happy with it and now just going all in with it

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prettyboykatsuki · 9 months

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one of the main things w jjk and jujutsu society is that at the more entrenched in it you are the more of a helplessness there is. it's like any class system in that way. and you can't escape it even if you try. it makes you forget the most basic facets of human beings even though humanity is at the core of solving the issue.

nanami is a great example because he arguably had thee most degrees of separation from work and he still ended up getting caught up in the vicious cycle. the preservation of peoples humanity is what ultimately makes the largest impact and yet its the last thing on anyones mind.

there's a sense of hopelessness that really swallows everyone who enters up. it's so rotted from the inside out nothing ever seems to change or get better. but because people like toji or maki exist as close as they can to whatever is outside of it, they're actually able to have massive effects on whats going on inside if that makes any sense at all. they're position at the bottom allows for revolution yadda yadda

#aristotle.txt #all of jjk is like. a representation of class difference #THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE DOES IT IM SORRY #IM VERY TIRED #i need to sleep. goodnight forrealsies

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marmolao · 8 months

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its hard to have homophobic alien parents isnt it

#acrous obies #bekki kousuke #inazuma eleven #im not elaborating #btw im very tired everyday because of school so. im just appearing here from time to time.#im.......................... tired #IM A BIG FAN OF ACROUS BTW I LOVE HIM I LOVE ALIENS #but these are doodles #im sorry acrous you deserve better #i make weird hand gestures thats why my drawings have weird hands #i dont. know where to put their hands.#IIIIII will be appearing from time to time here #but most of the time i will be dying #goodnight im going to sleep

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hanghenfil · 1 year

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✨happy birthday✨ to my least favourite favourite son, faldur turns an entire IRL DECADE OLD TODAY which is absolutely FUCKING WILD i can't believe i've been here for this long!!! he does mean a lot to me, regrettably ♥

so i DO have plans to redraw something much much bigger but there was no way i was getting that done today, so instead have a cursed redraw of this piece instead :)

#bigger one will be done. at some point #i have been very scarce bc of physical pain but i will never ever miss a faldur birthday #sorry to flora. who was also born on this day. my bad #well technically yesterday but its still may 14th somewhere #ANYWYA I DO LIKE HOW THIS TURNED OUT FOR SOME REASON #now its 2:30. goodnight #im too tired to be sappy about how much i love my awful son #fred draws #faldur

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rmbaloncesto · 2 months

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Happy 25th birthday, Luka 🌟

5× NBA All-Star (2020–2024)

4× All-NBA First Team (2020–2023)

NBA Rookie of the Year (2019)

NBA All-Rookie First Team (2019)

FIBA World Cup Top Scorer (2023)

All-FIBA World Cup Team (2023)

Olympics All-Star Team (2020)

EuroBasket champion (2017)

All-EuroBasket Team (2017)

EuroLeague champion (2018)

EuroLeague MVP (2018)

EuroLeague Final Four MVP (2018)

All-EuroLeague First Team (2018)

2× EuroLeague Rising Star (2017, 2018)

EuroLeague 2010–20 All-Decade Team (2020)

3× Liga ACB champion (2015, 2016, 2018)

Liga ACB MVP (2018)

All-Liga ACB First Team (2018)

2× Spanish King's Cup winner (2016, 2017)

#cant believe he is 25 already...#luka doncic #dallas mavericks #look i have not gifed in YEARS #so this is very meh #but its luka so its automatically amazing #ITS ALMOST 7 AM #IM TIRED #but its still the 28th in dallas #so im technically not late #i was going to make 10 gifs but no <3 #anyway: happy bday wonder boy i love you so much #my gifs #mavs #luka #wonder boy #goodnight #ill stop looking at this before i hate it and delete it

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calkale · 7 months

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everyone be nice, i bring you a fic

#SLIMAV BABY!!!#im sick and im tired but i finish it #I love the first part im very proud of it so please be nice #I also rarely write so #anyway goodnight girls (gn)#slimav

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turtletoads · 1 year

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love is stored in the motorcycle

#its funny how i cant draw animals but i looooove drawing bikes. this was like a playground to me #i drew the cat and people so the bike felt a little more 'real' i guess. idk i need to work on prop interaction in my artwork #i'll be real i only studied perspective just so i can draw hot men on motorcycles #my art #digital art #sketch #motorcycles #sorry the guy looks giant. its 3 over here im very tired #i'll draw somethin different later. but not rite now im going to bed. goodnight gay people in my puter

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eatmy-customjorts · 1 year

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he proceeded to burn the house down 0.5 seconds later

#terukane #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #akane tbhk #minamoto teru #teru minamoto #boy akane #i dont know the order for his name guys im sorry #and yes teru IS wearing the i love my girlfriend akane shirt #art #this took not very long lmao #im starting to make a storyline of how they got together im really excited about it i wanna draw it #or post the storyline thing #OR even better send it as an ask to one of the terukane blogs i follow #okay its late im tired and have an appointment at 8 tomorrow goodnight

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finneyblakes · 2 years

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man something about the way bruce speaks as a ghost fucking DESTROYS me. he sounds significantly more flat, more subdued, more gone than any of the others, even those who’d been there longer than him. he speaks so monotonously, his inflection hardly ever changes and when it does it really isn’t by much. he repeats himself more frequently, takes long pauses between sentences, like he’s struggling to even finish a thought. he doesn’t show up on screen, which of course is mostly a choice made for pacing and such, but it still says something about how we’re supposed to interpret his character postmortem i think.

and it’s not like this is all just a side effect of the whole death thing. the others who’d been there longer didn’t develop the same mannerisms to the degree that he did, if not complete opposite ones. there was something specifically about bruce — in his personality, his trauma response, his experience, maybe even the specific cause or circumstance of his death — that caused it. that detached, almost spacey way of speaking and thinking is unique to him.

of course i think that’s all intentional to really fuck with the audience by making the nice popular boy with a generally sunny disposition near completely stripped of all that energy and vibrance after having been through some of the the worst things that can happen to a child and FUCK YOU IT WORKED

#sorry im so tired and rambling but. God #i am so sad i am fucking UPSET #this makes the way he perks up at being reminded of his own name hurt A LOT MORE #it was one of the VERY few times he seems to have any real emotion in his voice #and it was because he had a name. he WAS someone and someone REMEMBERED him and and andddd #HE JUST WANTED TO BE REMEMBERED HE WANTED TO BE HIMSELF AGAIN #dont touch me #im putting this in the tag so you all suffer with me GOODNIGHT #the black phone #bruce yamada #text #mine

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