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jack-kellys · 4 months
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hey i had a newsies thought for the first time in Ever
so we’re all like jack is a cowboy… he’s an outlaw he’s western-coded etc etc. we also talk a lot abt how jack puts up these fronts when he leads and speaks in public and he’s the blowhard not the brains. carefree and adventurous and allll that.
but jack is also this extremely city boy artist who views new york as his true home in the end and is afraid of change and things spinning out of his control. he can be protective to a selfish fault and he’s quick to anger and he keeps things close to the vest. and these r two very different things. very different people right.
so i guess im saying like. what if they were?
newsies ~horror au~ where every confident thing jack has ever said and done was… not him. i don’t mean a different identity within himself either i mean like a straight up doppelgänger. a mirror self. not. him.
someone- some thing is out there making jack kelly into a bigger lie than he already is. and if jack doesn’t figure it out—if his friends don’t figure it out, his brothers, those he loves—then it’ll. idk. destroy him.
(y’all can send asks my semester is over after tomorrow)
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sui-imi · 9 months
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a self-reflective conversation
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Horror Sans belongs to @\horrortalecomic
UnderEats Sans / Roo belongs to @sui-imi (me)
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seaadc · 5 months
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uuuuuuhhhhhhh i have a draft rn and its smut since i haven’t written smut in a good while ..
its neuvi and wrio x reader :3 (separate)
hint:
daddy’s home. ;)
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lovebrushed · 5 months
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checkin! havent been active lately SO. talk to me :)
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imadhatt3r · 1 month
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Lou can't be the Chrystalis, because this theory hinges on Lou growing up on the Beach, which is impossible. Time passes on the Beach but anyone in there doesn't age- Amelie got stranded there when she was like 20 and stayed the same, despite Bridget aging into an old woman. Sam also was stuck there for a month or two (can't rememeber exactly) and also stayed the same (there were no signs of accelerated aging), despite it being implied that time passed on the Beach.
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mo2k · 2 years
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yuta who smiled just by hearing your airy laugh echoed through the hallway. boy can't help but secretly take a glance to see your forehead scrunched up as your eyes fixated on solving some math problems during your free-time. he loves to see you munching on the chips, it's so cute and it makes your cheeks all the way more squishy than he thought. and how his heartbeat quickened when you wave at him as a greeting in every morning, yuta blushes as he slowly wave back. how the sorcerer finds it difficult not to stutter any time you two kick off a conversation. no matter how short or long it might be. he's so in love. he knows it. day and night yuta looks down at his own hand and wonders how it'd feel like if yours were to interlock with his. maybe he will make that wish real soon.
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bam's note : recently just watched the movie- what i just can't get over is why does inuokko so bitter? don't even mention satosugu they're even more bitter than yucky gourd i ain't lying 🤕💔
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kick-out-at-one · 2 years
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Standing in the center of the wrestling ring with a glittering gold belt slung over his shoulder the world champion cuts the promo of his life. Suddenly, the number one contender’s music interrupts him and out comes the Challenger to an ovation of boos. He basks in the hate and vitriol for a moment until his music fades out. “At the next pay per view,” The challenger says into his own microphone, “I will take that belt!”
“You want my belt?” Champion says incredulously, sliding the championship from his shoulder he holds the prestigious prize above his head for all to see.
“Yeah I want your belt.” Challenger stalks down the ramp toward the ring.
“Why do you want my pants to fall down?” Champion askes.
Challenger scoffs, “What? No, not that belt. What are you, stupid?”
“You want my pants to fall down?” Champion repeats, “Because you want me undressed?”
Challenger stairs at him confused, “No that’s not-”
“Why do you want to suck my dick so bad?”
“I do not!”
The champion looks a little hurt at this, “Well why not?”
“I- I- No! No stop.” The challenger no longer seems amused as he climbs the ring apron and through the ropes, “At the payperview I’m coming for your title!”
“You’re going to come?!” The champion retorts.
“Stop playing games!!” He screams into the mic, “You know what I mean! At the pay per view I will…” For a moment the challenger’s confidence seems to falter, “I will…beat… no… I will… win?”
“Yeah?” The champion asks with an incline of his head, “And how will you win?”
“With my signature submission hold I'm famous for.” Challenger says cautiously, realizing his mistake a moment too late.
The champion smirks, turning toward the hard cam with a raise of an eyebrow, “Yeah I know you'll try that,” he says as the crowd begins to sense where this is going, “You dirty dirty boy! You want me to submit to you. Yeah? You like that?” The champion steps closer to the flustered number one contender, “But the thing is, Challenger, at the pay-per-view you will be the one pinned under me…” The champion licks his lips slowly, “One.” he whispers into the mic, “Two.” he inches closer to his future opponent, “Three.” 
Standing so close their foreheads touch, the crowd cheers their approval. Not wanting to look weak, the challenger does not break eye contact. When he speaks the in ring camera mic picks it up for the views at home, “Dude.” he says, “Why do you have to make this so sexual?”
The champion smiles and steps back with a confident swagger, “Because this is professional wrestling!” he says proudly, slinging the belt back over his shoulder, “And it ain’t wrestling if it ain’t overtly homoerotic!” Dropping the mic to bounce off the canvas, the champion’s music plays triumphantly. He steps through the ring ropes and raises his belt again to a thunderous applause, standing ovation, and signs with his name on them dotting the arena. He leaves the changer standing center ring wide-eyed and strangely aroused.
“Things are really heating up,” says the commentator, “At the pay per view there won't be a dry seat in the house. Coming up in our main event tonight, in tag team action: The Sexual Tention Express takes on Leather-Daddy-Mullet and Bisexual Beefcake. We’ll be right back!”
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leejungchans · 8 months
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peeks in hi
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panther-os · 1 year
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after almost six months of writer's block @reconstructwriter 's review on imi verse has resulted in an ending and an outline for the middle \o/
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captain-athos · 2 years
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Nobody I know is here yet so I’m currently sitting down the back of a gay bar writing Joxer/Autolycus fanfiction on my phone
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argonavis-writings · 2 years
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hi xyx obsession so true
lifeguard xyx sitting in my drafts 🙏🙏🙏
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sui-imi · 7 months
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Trying to sleep but I'm thinking about how i canonically involved PNG with UE and then immediately made it not canon
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altarcup · 10 days
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gnaws at the bars of my cage
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imimotivation · 8 months
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Moral story in english
Once upon a time, in a small village, lived a young boy named Raj. Raj was known for his laziness and lack of interest in any kind of work. He would often watch his friends and family toil in the fields, tend to their animals, and complete their daily chores.
One day, an old man named Alok visited the village. He was renowned for his wisdom and was known to tell wonderful stories with important life lessons. The villagers gathered around as Alok began to speak.
He shared the story of "The Fruit of Effort." In a distant land, there was a magical tree that bore the most delicious and sweetest fruit anyone had ever tasted. However, the tree only produced fruit when someone put in sincere effort to take care of it.
Alok continued, "Just like this magical tree, our lives are like gardens. The fruits of success and happiness only grow when we put in the effort to nurture our dreams and ambitions. Raj, my boy, remember that success doesn't come to those who sit idly by. It's earned by those who work hard, persevere, and overcome challenges."
Raj listened intently, and for the first time, he felt a spark of inspiration. He realized that he had been wasting his potential by not putting in any effort. Determined to change, he decided to start helping his family with their chores and schoolwork.
As the days turned into weeks and months, Raj's efforts began to show. His family and friends noticed his transformation and praised his dedication. Over time, Raj's hard work led to improvements in his studies and the fields. He felt a sense of accomplishment and pride that he had never experienced before.
One day, as Raj was helping his family in the fields, he stumbled upon a small sapling. He decided to plant it and take care of it, just as he had been doing with his own life. Years passed, and that sapling grew into a strong and fruitful tree.
Raj became a symbol of the power of effort and determination in the village. He had transformed from a lazy boy to a responsible and successful young man. And just like the magical tree, the fruits of his labor were indeed the sweetest.
And so, the story of "The Fruit of Effort" spread throughout the village and beyond, inspiring everyone to put in their best efforts and nurture their dreams to achieve success and happiness in their own lives.
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kiddstellas · 9 months
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I might be biased bc i'm older now but the oc s4 wasn't so bad and i actually loved hwo refreshing and different ryan/taylor were and how much summer evolved and became her own person but struggled to let go of her old self while becoming a new changed person in college bc that happens to a lot of people
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splitserotonin · 10 months
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2:20 am
you still run my mind
2009 will play on repeat until i let my mind accept the fact it knows how to lie & decieve much more effectively than I've acknowledged.
I should not think of you the way I do.
I have enough pain to last this life time.
Yet, within my bones I still crave the "goodbye" that radiated from within me.
I want to share all that I've found with you. The good, indifferent, bad. Especially the ugly, in hopes you'd laugh. With me. With so much new & fresh love to give, I'm afraid. You'll always be the attention & affection I crave.
Wish you would have told me this is how it would be.
Me, drinking 4 shots. Just to see if I could truly see you at the end of my bed. Waiting on my floor for you.
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