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yehsahihai · 1 year
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Discussing my brother's English exam
My brother: So I wrote a story
Me: Oh no. please don't
Mom: What'd you write?
My brother: So....... I wrote about a child.
Me:Please no
My brother: I wrote a detective story. And there's a child in it. And the child has his skin peeled off and then rubbed in salt. and left in the sun
Mom: *horrified silence*
My brother: And then the detective notices the child isn't dead and the investigation leads to a triple homicide
Mom and me: This! THIS IS FRICKING WHY YOU DON'T GET MARKS!! YOUR TEACHER IS GONNA SEND YOU FOR A PSYCH EVAL!! YOU WILL BE FRAMED IN THE FUTURE ON THE BASIS OF THIS FOR A CRIME IN THE FUTURE!!
My brother: Oh come on! It wasn't thaaattt bad. My last story had a guy getting mauled to death. By wolves
Mom and me: *sit with our heads in our hands*
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oobbbear · 2 years
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Don't worry I gotch'u
FINALLY-
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sophiesrambling · 7 months
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I WANT TO BE A PIRATE SO FUCKING BAD
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siriuslytrash · 1 year
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That's it, I want to run away in magic space lions, come and get me guys, it's my time
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lostgirl-28 · 1 year
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@spiritspodcast tagged you on Facebook, but don't think you're active there anymore?
Forest dads!
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maybeyoullremember · 1 year
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nonebinary-leftbeef · 10 months
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DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one
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esistkeinponyhof · 4 months
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percy being told that you burn what you'll miss the most and immediately burning his blue jelly beans to talk to his mom. i don't think anyone understands how much of a big deal this is to me
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yamchala · 23 days
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It's a beautiful new day (hey!)
happy 1 year to the mario movie! :D
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bi-writes · 10 days
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his phone is ringing. he's startled, because no one calls him. he doesn't think anyone even has his number. when he flips it over, it's just a mess of digits, but the area code is familiar. (18+, kinda dark, mw3 spoilers)
he's curious. too curious. he has to answer it, even if he knows he won't respond. he needs to hear someone's voice because the ones in his head are clawing at the inside of his skull, and he needs to ward them off, even if just for a minute.
he picks it up. and he waits for the greeting.
"h...h-hello?"
it's a soft voice. a woman's voice. he frowns, but he says nothing. there's a gentle sniffle on the other end, and then she talks again, a bit shakier this time.
"h-he...he said you might be like this," she whispers. "said...said you might not talk. but...he said you would answer. said you'd always answer."
his head snaps up. suddenly, he's sitting up straight, at attention, and he squeezes his free hand into a fist and nearly punctures the skin with his blunt fingernails. something sharp hits his chest, and his heart drops into his stomach. he tastes acid.
i guess he was right all along. johnny had a bird. and he left her behind, too.
"i-i...i can't--" you stutter, sucking in a shaking breath, and ghost grunts, biting his tongue, wanting to taste blood. every time he thinks he has found his center, something throws him off. the jingle of his dog tags in the bedside table's drawer. the flash of blue in someone's eyes only to realize it isn't him, he's fucking gone, he's dead and so am i.
the sound of his bonnie lass, soft and sweet as she cries into the phone.
the line cuts. you drop the phone, covering your face with your hands, and you sob into your palms. you haven't moved from this place on your couch. everything reminds you of something that once was, and when you found the number on the back of a worn picture tucked neatly into his bible, you called because he told you if you needed him, he would answer.
it's past midnight when the door opens. you're still in the same place, strewn about the cushions where you've been for days, you think. you turn your head, and he nearly has to duck his head to come into your space. when he steps into the moonlight, you see the skeleton mouth of his mask, and you just blink, watching him come closer.
johnny always told you that if something happened, ghost, simon, whatever the fuck he would be calling himself when he would inevitably show up, that he would support you. but you didn't know how. you didn't think to ask, because johnny was all smiles and warm glows, and ghost is a dark cloud that threatens what grows.
but johnny was right.
he supports you when you climb up over him, settling down with your thighs around his head. he supports you when you bend, dragging your warm cunt over the flat of his tongue and chasing the high that you've missed for so long. and he supports you when you cum, scarred cheeks hollowing as he sucks at the skin of your thighs, following the trails of slick that drip from you, letting it guide him right back to where he belongs, inside of you, around you, making you forget what's missing.
yeah. johnny's always right.
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stjernfelt · 2 years
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Bruce googling “Top Ten Clues Your Teammates Know Your Secret Identity” There was that post going around about members of the justice league playing “fuck, marry, kill” with Bruce Wayne in the mix, and, well.
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leafyisgreennotblue · 1 month
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Forgot I had tumblr for a quick second there
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killerprotector · 1 year
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The way I’d rather walk away from my life in this world to go live in a fantasy world with swords and pirates and adventure and the unknown and the terrors and the bestest friends you’ve made along the way and treasure and fresh baked bread and a little cottage by the sea with the biggest fireplace for making a big pot of stew for weary travelers in between adventures… rather than make my dentist appointment
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gunnslaughter · 10 months
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I said what I said! Don’t @ me!
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steddieas-shegoes · 4 months
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AU where Eddie’s mom manages to get away from Eddie’s dad when he’s a small child, goes to the only place she knows is truly safe: Wayne.
Wayne takes them in no questions asked, helps her raise Eddie, makes sure his dad never comes around (maybe works with Hopper once he’s named Chief to make sure he gets behind bars as soon as possible).
So Eddie gets the love of his mom, and the love of his Uncle Wayne, and shit is still hard, money is still tight, he still has trouble fitting in, but it doesn’t distract him from school so much.
He graduates his first try, squeaks by with Cs and Bs because he’s smart, he’s just so easily distracted. Even gets into the community college, but has no idea what he wants to do until his mom is helping him with a pre-req English course. She says he’s naturally good at unpacking a story for anyone to understand it -“even when I ain’t the brightest star in the sky”- and he realizes maybe his talent of telling stories and helping people understand stories could make him a good English teacher.
Now that he has a plan, he’s focused, invested on getting into a university so he can be certified to teach. But he still struggles with math and unfortunately, he has to pass to move on.
That’s where Steve Harrington, freshman at Hawkins Community and Technical College, comes in. This isn’t the Steve that Eddie remembers from high school at all: he’s quiet and shy, doesn’t make eye contact, is really fucking smart.
Steve agrees to tutor him if Eddie agrees to help him with his final paper in his English course, a 10 page fictional exploration of a time in history.
“Use your imagination!” “Just pretend you’re writing a memoir.” “This is the longest sentence I’ve ever read and that includes Tolkien books.”
Steve blushes, makes corrections when Eddie suggests them, makes flash cards with formulas for Eddie to memorize for his exam.
They spend nearly every day working together, studying together, tutoring each other.
When Eddie passes his exam, he’s so excited, he runs right to the library, where he knows Steve is putting the final touches on his paper. He doesn’t even wait to catch his breath from running across campus to kiss him.
And suddenly Eddie isn’t the only one out of breath.
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Tom: I can't love anyone more than I love myself.
Harry, exists: ...
Tom: What a relief that the Horcrux in you is a convenient loophole.
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