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Hey so I’ve mentioned this a lot of times on my main blog, but I wanted to put this out over here since it is Hallow’s Eve. I always give out little tchotchkes on Halloween along with candy. This year, I’ve completely switched over to 100% doohickeys and doodads— think mechanical pencils, shaped erasers, little notebooks, squishes, vampire teeth and spiders rings and all. It started years ago in college when I signed up for a dorm Halloween event where kids from an area that was too dangerous to really trick or treat through got bussed in to trick or treat at our dorm. I bought some candy and dollar store Halloween themed stuff with what i had. And you know what the kids went ape shit over?
Motherfucking. Mechanical. PENCILS!!
These kids could not get enough of them. They literally went “PENCILS??!” I had never seen kids get so hyped up for pencils lmao. They were the first things to go. Candy is fleeting; the little pencils you can bring to school to flex are eternal, until you inevitably lose one of the refill parts and then they aren’t but listen, in that one moment they are infinite. And its nice thinking that maybe some kids who don’t always have access to school supplies not only get them, but get them in fun shapes and designs.
Anyway. I recommend people to give out fun stuff like this not just because kids seem to genuinely enjoy them, but also because there’s this thing called the Teal Pumpkin Project here in America. You can put out a teal pumpkin to show that you are giving away non-candy items and sign your address up so parents of children with allergies know that there are houses their kids can safely and happily trick or treat at! It’s a win-win! Plus, if you accidentally bought too much, it’s not like candy— just pack it away, pencils and fidget spinners will be good next year, too! :)
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ayyy im back with another Unedited human au snippet <3 it's almost entirely dialogue oopsies <3
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Eddie slows in putting his coat on - Barnaby isn’t sticking around to chat with fellow staff like usual. He’s in a rush, scrambling to grab his jacket and hurrying from behind the bar. He dashes through the door, looking like a man on a mission.
The door Mr. Frankly had just vanished through. 
Could he be…? No, Barnaby seems like a good man. But he had seemed a little pushy with Mr. Frankly, from what Eddie could tell. 
It couldn’t hurt to make sure.
Eddie frowns deeply as he goes outside, wincing slightly at the first burst of cold air after hours spent in a warm building. He’s just in time to see Barnaby jog up behind Frankly and close his car door before he can get in. Barnaby immediately leans against the door with his arms crossed, pinning it shut and blocking Frankly from the driver’s seat.
Eddie’s stomach plummets. Before he knows it, he’s speed-walking across the parking lot towards them, a fire burning in his chest and his hands curled into fists.
Frankly says something loud enough that Eddie can almost hear, his voice echoing in the empty lot. As Eddie watches, Barnaby pokes Frankly’s chest, making him stagger back a step.
“Hey!” Eddie barks. 
Both of them jump and whip around - Barnaby’s eyebrows shoot into his hair, while Frankly’s lowers into a flat line. 
“Eddie?” Barnaby says.
At the same time, Frankly says, “Mr. Dear?”
The two of them look at each other in surprise. Eddie pays the exchange no mind. He stops by Frankly, trying to slightly angle himself in front of him without making it too obvious.
“Is everything all right here?” he asks, looking Barnaby up and down. He really hopes this won’t come to blows - Eddie can throw a punch well enough, but Barnaby is an imposing figure. Eddie already knows he’d likely lose, but as long as he can buy Frankly a couple extra seconds…
“No, actually, everything is not fine,” Frankly says in a ticked-off - and strangely scolding - tone. 
Barnaby, not breaking eye-contact with Frankly, counters with, “Everything’s peachy, Ed.”
“You sure about that?” Eddie asks, trying to keep his tone amicable. 
“Scout’s honor.”
“Please,” Frankly scoffs, “you were never a boy scout. And that’s not the point - I am trying to get home!”
“You are trying to die in the most avoidable way possible.”
Eddie shoots Frankly a concerned look. “You’re what?”
“I am perfectly sober,” Frankly says.
Barnaby raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Your face is flushed.”
“It is not!”
Eddie winces. “It, uh, it is. A little.”
“It’s none of your business,” Frankly seethes. 
“Listen,” Barnaby sighs. He leans heavier against the car and rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t wanna be the one 'ta call Julie and deliver the news that her beloved Frankie went and got himself killed at the taco bell intersection.”
Frankly makes a high and derisive noise. “Excuse you, I have class. I’d die outside of Howdy’s.”
“Please, he’d turn your memorial into part of the gift shop. I can already see the signs - ‘dead friend sale, five percent off!’”
“I’m worth at least thirty percent.”
Eddie clears his throat and gestures between the two of them. “You two… know each other?”
“Unfortunately,” Frankly mutters.
Barnaby grins. “Aw, you’re just saying that. It’s okay - I know ya love me, Frankie. You don’t have to say it.”
“I do not.”
“I have evidence that proves otherwise.”
Frankly rolls his eyes. “You’re unbearable.”
“And yet…”
Eddie heaves a sigh - of relief or exhaustion, he’s not sure - and drags a hand over his face. “Alright. Good, I - good to know.”
“What, did’ja think I was attacking him?” After a moment of prolonged, awkward silence, Barnaby’s teasing smile drops. “Oh. You did.”
“Barnaby? Attack me?” Frankly snorts. “Give him some credit - he’s smarter than he looks.”
“Yeah, I’d have better chances taking on a pack’a hyenas!” Barnaby lets out a hearty cackle. “At least then we’d all get a laugh out of it!”
“So I misjudged the situation pretty terribly,” Eddie says, inching to the side to give Frankly his personal space back. “My apologies.”
“Don’t sweat it, Ed. I know Frank may look like a bundle of sticks, but he’s petrified wood all the way through! Pure stone, you know.” Barnaby grins and leans towards Eddie. He whispers conspiratorially, “‘Cept when it comes to holdin’ his liquor. Then he’s a total lightweight.”
“Barnaby,” Frankly hisses.
“Practically paper!”
“That’s enough, thank you!” Frankly makes an attempt at shoving Barnaby away from the car door, but Barnaby widens his stance. It’s like watching someone try to move a tree.
“See, this is how I know he shouldn’t be driving,” Barnaby says conversationally to Eddie. “If he were sober, I’d be the one drunk - punch-drunk, that is.”
Eddie isn’t sure whether or not he should laugh - was that a joke? Barnaby seems fond of them, but… surely Frankly isn’t a violent person. Frankly lets out a growl of frustration and clumsily tries to bodyslam Barnaby. Eddie inches back a step.
“Alright Frankie, you had your fun.” Barnaby scruffs Frankly like a misbehaving cat and holds him at arm's length. He holds out a hand. “C’mon. Keys.”
“Never.”
“Have it your way. I’ll go ahead and call Poppy, tell her that you’ve forgotten the many dangers of-”
“Oh, fine,” Frankly spits. He yanks his keys out of his pocket and slaps them into Barnaby’s waiting hand. 
Barnaby flicks the keys as Frankly stalks to the passenger side door and yanks it open. “Choose a place for dinner, we’ll swing by and pick it up - my treat.”
“Obviously your treat,” Frankly grumbles. “As if I’d-”
The slam of his door cuts off whatever he says next, though Eddie can see him still talking in the car. His phone screen illuminates his irritated expression as he - presumably - looks up places for takeout. 
“Well, I’m glad you were here to stop him from doin’ somethin’ everyone would regret,” Eddie says. “Mr. Frankly-” 
“Mr. Frankly?” Barnaby snorts. “You’re not one of his students, are ya?”
“I’m just bein’ polite. He set the tone by referrin’ to me by Mr. Dear, so I’m tryin’ to respect that line in the sand.”
Barnaby shakes his head, grinning. “Just call him Frank. He puts up a big show of bein' a grouch, but he’s really a big softie. Though don’t - don’t try to pick a fight with him. Ever. You’ll lose.”
“Wasn’t plannin' on it.” Eddie makes a mental note to keep calling him Mr. Frankly, just to be on the safe side. It’s not like they’re friends, anyway. More like… acquaintances. Occasional Run-Into-Each-Other strangers. 
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mishapen-dear · 7 months
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yknow we've been assuming that ron lemons is Dead now but. i mean four damage noises and a munching sound isn't confirmation he died. maybe bad just had a little snack. maybe ron gets to have something in common with pac
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doodleodds · 2 years
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Wow, what a prince~!
Late Shuake week 2022 Day 1 - Flowers
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ghostorbz · 6 months
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original prompt
Massive Awesome Grunt
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canmom · 6 months
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god i had thought the 'humanitarian pause' shit was like. weird semantic doubletalk for a ceasefire of like, a couple of weeks or something, but it's not even that, it's "we will ask the fascists nicely to stop bombing evacuation routes (and nowhere else) for four hours a day"? we're beyond 'beyond parody'. the UK and US politicians across all but the most fringe parties are perfectly happy for everyone in Gaza to die, whether because they don't care or because they are too cowardly to risk anything to prevent a fucking genocide - and also think we're idiots.
meanwhile in UK news, after slowing review of asylum applications to an absolute crawl so that tens of thousands of people are stuck in indefinite legal limbo, the government is now making a big show of reinventing the prison hulk, spending a fortune to put a few hundred of those asylum-seekers onto an overcrowded and miserable boat. most likely a big show to try and hold on to its far-right base for a future comeback, since they're pretty much guaranteed to lose the next election.
well, that's grotesque - but at least when the Tories get voted out in a year, the Labour party will put an end to that right? hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha - no, you see, that would look bad in the Murdoch papers.
it's all just cruelty-as-spectacle all the way to the bottom. and apparently it works. what the fuck do you do!
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falldogbombsthemoon · 13 days
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Yall haha, my dad made it so I have wifi access for one hour a day. which I can use from like 14 to 21 german time. So once my mobile data is dead, I will not be active that much ig. So please dont think I'm abandoning yall.
#vent following#its fucking ridiculous. im not a fucking child. neither is my brother#no idea what my dad wants to achieve through that. “so you can relaxe more” yeah no. being on the internet is my fucking coping mechanism.#there is nothing about relaxation there. also he did that so we'll to go sleep earlier. if it really was about that.#he would need to force me to sleep. you cant just change my sleep schedule by that#anyway its fucking ridiculous as i was on a good way of getting to sleep more early but if imma do that now he will think like#“wow. im such a good dad. i fixed all the problems my child could possibly have.” which is absolutely not the case#yk. ive always fucking struggled with feeling like people cant trust me.#and him not trusting my abilities to be responsible for myself is not helping#and then boom. im feeling shitty but wait haha my coping mechanism is currently set offline.#and like also im in extra stress atm bc school is fucking with me#not only are like a bunch of tests on the way but my fucking anxiety in school is getting so bad.#i cant sit in that facility without feeling like imma have a panic attack any minute#i am in need of fucking professional mental help. and at least one diagnosis. i dont want to do shit to myself.#but in this house hold. emotions are not talked about. feelings are suppressed and mental health is an illusion#i NEED to see a fucking psychiatrist. but i dont feel like i can to my parents about that. and technically i could go without them knowing#but someone needs to educate them. and i mentally cant be that someone#and guess whos sitting in their room crying and writing about that rn. not studying for their tests tomorrow and the day after.#i bet if my parents wouldnt have done that shit with my wifi i would be studying rn#quinns daily yapping post#rather#quinns personal hell
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blackjackkent · 3 months
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Can't sleep. Scrolling Tumblr. Hit a Minsc gifset. Got through reading the first image caption and then the Tumblr app scrolled away incredibly rapidly for no obvious reason.
Tumblr really said "you've almost recruited him, you don't get to spoil yourself now". XD
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cruoren · 4 months
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kylo doesn't celebrate the holidays. that said, he would go to the ends of the cosmos (literally) to find the perfect gifts for his knights & close ones.
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deus-ex-mona · 4 months
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rude of them to exclude mona’s mv thoughhhh
f r e e h e r ! ! !
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slavicafire · 2 years
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grandparents agreed to keep the creature until it's big enough for all necessary check-ups and vaccinations! we are embarking on a journey to our family home in carpathians - where the creature will be given my entire childhood room as his temporary palace!
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sigilsongs · 5 days
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𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 " 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔍𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 "
House Turnberry  is a noble house from the  Westerlands. They blazon their arms with nine strawberries on a white saltire, on green and red vairy in point. Their lands are below Golden Tooth, the seat of House Lefford; whom they are sworn to. House Turnberry's seat is Sweet Ravine, so named for the hilly & fertile lands on which they grow their sweet berries. House Turnberry are particularly noted for their strawberries and elderberries, though they also grow blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, and both red and black mulberries.
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hisgoodgirl666 · 6 days
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so i still have this rib injury so i'm going to the dr tomorrow. worst part is that sex is difficult/painful... 😭 so we've been minimizing as best we can. but i don't wanna. 😤 literally holding off on reading erotica when i'm craving it bc i don't wanna make myself super horny, which is also why i'm on not here much since then. whatever it is seems like it's going to take a while to heal. 😣 we'll find out tomorrow...
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fluffyhare · 10 days
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Yet another allergy attack, guh...
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hyaciiintho · 7 months
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🌸。*゚+. I apologize for the person I have become, now that I’ve finished a playthrough of Lies of P. I will not elaborate further. Thank you all for your patience and understanding ♡
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captainjonnitkessler · 8 months
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For the amount of unnecessary manual labor that I'm putting into building this porch, I should've turned it into a gimmick channel on Youtube and had it pay for itself
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