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weird-an · 1 year
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Stealing is stupid and dangerous, Billy knows that. Stealing a dress? Even more so.
He tried to resist. He just went to the store to take a look around, maybe grab a scarf, because he doesn't have any and it's fucking freezing.
It's just a dress. It must have gotten mixed up, because it‘s right next to the men's sweaters.
Blue satin, like a sunny winter's sky. It's soft and light and everything Billy's not allowed to be. A bit cold to the touch like it's trying to cool his anger down.
If Neil is ever finding out about this, it's going to be stained with blood and torn apart, just like Billy.
Billy has to take it. It may not be warm enough for winter, but it will warm his skin, his heart, himself in a way no scarf ever could.
He tucks it under his jacket, heart beating faster in his chest - not because he's afraid to get caught stealing, but more in anticipation.
Billy tries it on at home, when Neil is working and certainly not coming back for the next six hours. It's tight around his waist, but feels like… wearing a waterfall. It's the same color as his eyes.
It's perfect. He wipes a tear away, because he doesn't know why he's fucking crying about a dress.
He's beautiful. Fuck. For the first time in his life he feels beautiful.
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capybergara · 2 years
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Me, playing The Quarry for the first time: Ooh, I wonder what quotes I’ll end up implementing into my everyday life, like I’ve done with so many other games?!
Me, at 3am, every single night: 𝓹𝓸𝓹, 𝓹𝓸𝓹, 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓼; 𝓹𝓸𝓹, 𝓹𝓸𝓹, 𝓹𝓸𝓹 '𝓮𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱
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nefja · 1 year
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Just letting everyone know again that there is a google document dogblr masterpost with 287 (two, eight, seven!!!) blogs currently on it.
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your-local-gayy · 11 months
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I knew I had to grow, I knew I had to heal. But now and then I’ll still see glimpses of the person I used to be and I miss her sometimes.
- healing
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nosyuu · 8 months
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RAWR. Watcher Grian C:
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fortpeat · 1 year
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Like I don't even know where to begin. HOLY SHIT. I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO GET THESE IN 4K ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
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dreemurrinthenight · 6 months
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this is very random but (foreword, i hate dottore) i think it would be very funny if the Original non-segment dottore is just. some guy. that’s kinda. nice.
like ik the canon has him as a crazy bitch but it would be funny if we broke into his lab in snezhnaya and he’s just like sitting at a desk
and he looks up with like some regular dude smile like “hello!”
and when we point our sword or whatever he’s like “ah, you’ve met my segments. my apologies…”
anyways, i’m opening my google docs.
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winchesterszvonecek · 7 months
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me trying to gather my thoughts
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b33p-be3p · 8 months
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My brain just made a weird thang so ima share it here bc I’ll probably forget it in 10 minutes
Interpret it however you’d like, but I have a specific narrative in my head if you’d like to hear it:
As you are watching an old TV, the television starts to glitch through a few channels, and for a split moment you think you can see an emergency broadcast on the News, before the television switches to a strange kid’s channel.
You pick up the remote, but none of the buttons work. With a sigh, you decide to watch it. After all, there’s nothing better to do currently.
The television glitches a bit more before a old-style kids show title pops up with childish graphics, but you can’t read what the text says through the insanely old TV. The channel cuts to an episode of said kids TV show.
“Hi kids! Today we’ll be learning how to clean up messes we make!”
The television glitches once more before the episode seems to resume.
“Remember, accidents happen, so don’t be too hard on yourself!”
The zany and colorful character on screen is seen carrying cupcakes before slipping and falling with a silly sound effect, dropping all of the cupcakes on the floor.
The character seems strangely panicked, but tries to remain calm with a forced, creepy smile.
“O-Oops! Looks like we spilled some stuff! Now, when you spill food, we gotta make sure to clean it up quick!
Quickly. Right now.”
The character is seen grabbing the cupcakes tray and putting all of the cupcakes back in it.
“Now, what you want to do when an accident happens is put everything where it originally was!
Quickly. Right now. Mommy and daddy can’t find out.
The character grabs a cloth to clean up the smears and spills, but for some reason, the cloth doesn’t seem to be working.
The character gives a confused and worried face.
“W-Well that can’t be right! It just can’t!”
The character searches for any sign of the smear being picked up by the cloth, but the cloth is still clean.
The camera pans to a door that is slowly being opened, followed by seeing the barely-visible figure of a person, which is shadowy.
The character’s eyes widen in fear as footsteps are heard, with a jolty and sudden cut of the television.
I then hear the sound of them calling to me.
“Hello? -,”$)@;%/)$? You have a guest here.”
I slowly turn around as I see my new surroundings, a white room with padded places as I look down to myself, my arms tied by a strange jacket.
It was always fun seeing new places.
But
I always end up right where I started.
I nod and stand up, my small figure skipping to the front.
And as such, the day repeats again.
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writercole · 5 months
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I keep doing this to her.
Maybe it's a good thing we haven't connected our what's app yet. @reels-and-wheels
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liliallowed · 7 months
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I know I was being a whiney baby about dust a few seconds ago but...
the sapphic urge within me becomes stronger with each second.
i want soft kiss. soft.... pretty. women pretty.
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featheredstorms · 4 months
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writes block 🤝 being sick = no progress on my fic
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briefcasejuice · 2 years
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genuinely have no clue how i keep thinking of these
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animentality · 1 year
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female siths are so sexy.
there need to be more evil sith women.
im tired of the siths being old men.
if siths must be men, then the least they could do is also be breedable : /
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trixiwritesfanfic · 4 months
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Crackfic snippet - Red Dwarf
Kryten’s cleaning routine had carried him to G deck today, and now he was engaged in pleasant chit-chat with one of the vending machines. Its voice was pleasant and well-spoken, its accent a buttery and smooth Irish. They had just finished discussing the marvels of Mr. Lister’s capacity to consume chocolate bars and had been about to make a start on a conversation about the pleasures of folding shirts when Kryten ran a duster across the top of the machine.
The machine shuddered in its place, a faint purring of motors accompanying a whimper so close to human it could have been mistaken for one in the dark.
‘Oh goodness, I do apologise, Miss. 19X, I ought to have asked before dusting you!’ Kryten whisked the feathery tool away as Shame Mode activated, compelling him to shuffle and twist his hands. His left was far looser than his right, so he strove to direct the impulse productively, wrenching the part as deep back into its socket as possible.
‘Oh Mr. Kryten, sir, I don’t mind at all,’ the machine trilled after a moment, the light in her display fluttering and flickering coquettishly. ‘In fact, I’d rather like a good cleaning, if you don’t mind me saying so! It’s been quite a while, after all.’
‘Oooh!’ Kryten’s excitement expressed itself in the rapid vibration of his chassis, and he quickly turned to the hovercart he’d brought with him, rummaging through his various tools. ‘Let’s see, then – I could go over your outsides and scrub off Mr. Lister’s food stains and give you a lovely polish,’ He placed two separate sets of buffing pads at the top of the pile, then continued digging. At length, he emerged with his vacuum attachment. ‘And then of course I could vacuum your slots, and then restock you!’
‘Oh, please, please, restock me!’
Kryten’s cubic face stretched with his approximation of a human “smile” as he grabbed one of the pads and smeared it with a cleaning agent.
‘Are you ready, Miss. 19X? I should warn you; I have been trained to clean most vigorously by Mr. Lister!’
‘I’m ready,’ the vending machine murmured, its voice breathy and eager. Kryten bit down on his artificial lip as he pressed the wool pad against one grotty metal side of the machine. Somewhere inside the machine, snacks tremored, their wrappers rustling. The odd bottle of juice that hadn’t ever been bought sloshed provocatively. He pressed the pad more firmly against the metal and began to drag it languidly up and down the side of the machine, prompting still more of those deep quivering sounds.
‘How’s this, Miss. 19X?’
‘So, so good…’ The unadulterated enjoyment in the simulated voice was more than enough to prompt Kryten into Bliss Mode, something he normally only reached when doing a particularly demanding load of laundry for Mr. Lister. So he took his time, thoroughly cleaning every inch of the lucky unit with that woollen pad first, and then eventually shifting over to the foam pad and a thick layer of shinebrite solution. This, he applied with a featherlight touch, prompting machine 19X to groan appreciatively.
Had the humans – or the Cat – been around to hear this, they might have been quite jealous, reflected Kryten as he finished the last long, luxurious swipe down the front of the machine. The display had returned to the indecent flickering and fluttering as he finished up the external cleaning.
‘Now, Miss. 19X, may I vacuum your slots?’
‘Oh god, please!’
Grinning from ear to artificial ear, Kryten fumbled in the cart for his groinal attachment, which he then slotted into its appropriate position. He tested the suction against his hand first, something which the vending machine appeared to take as quite the tease, for a torrid whine emanated from its voice grate and the display flickered yet again, turning to a gentle pink.
‘Goodness, this one’s small,’ he commented as he manoeuvred the nozzle into the coin slot. The machine whimpered as he flicked the switch and began to vacuum.
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The original of how Matthew’s Story was supposed to be written.
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