100% They just don't know it
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ciri’s really got the odds of being able to sneak out stacked against her with one parent with witcher senses who can hear a pin drop and one parent with magic who can set up alert spells, but luckily her third parent is a constant agent of chaos who would happily put a ladder under her window on the condition that he gets to come, too
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the parallels between a hermitcraft fan-dragged-into-dsmp fan and a dsmp fan-dragged-into-hermitcraft fan astound me. both are mom friend adjacents. both have terrible sleep schedules. the now dsmp fan is keeling off the stable train track of life. the now hermitcraft fan is rekindling their kid-who-liked-rocks roots. meanwhile the pure dsmp fan has transcended them both and gazes down with a complexity they cannot know. the pure hermitcraft fan is too busy watching mumbo jumbo at midnight. i think in these underlying ties of similarities represents the true resemblance between hermitcraft fans and dsmp fans, we’re the fucking same in terms of number of braincells and that count is none
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Whumpees in cars
This is a horribly stupid thing to have brain rot over given that it is the most niche thing I have ever seen but *ahem* Whumpees in cars. Not tied up in the trunk or anything, but just… in cars. It doesn’t really matter why (maybe they’re putting distance between them and whumper, maybe they’re trying to outrun a disaster, or reach a place to get medical attention, who knows?)
Waking up slumped against the side door, feverishly pressing their cheek/head against the cool glass of the window as they drift off again.
Getting patched up in the back of a car, friend/teammate driving as caretaker does their best to bandage/stitch up whumpee (which is a bit difficult given that they’re in a moving vehicle).
Waking up laying across the seats, caretaker glancing back at them in the mirror and sighing in relief. Whumpee does their best to sit up, immediately asking what happened.
Whumpee waking up delirious from fever or being drugged -not registering they’re in a car- and completely panicking at the feeling of the seatbelt restraining them.
Laying across the back seats, drifting in and out of consciousness. Maybe caretaker tries to keep them awake from the front seat, feeling helpless to do anything but talk, rambling worriedly as they glance between whumpee and the road.
Waking up as the car bumps over a pothole, crying out as their wounds are jostled. They don’t even register the half-frantic apologies from the front seat, too busy curling into themselves in pain.
Bonus points if it’s raining/storming, adding another layer of stress for the driver/caretaker to deal with.
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today i am thinking about men with raspy morning voices who have their arms hooked around your waist and tug you closer every time you try to get up. who tuck their face into your neck and press soft kisses on your sides whispering “jus‘ two more minutes” with a yawn in your ear. who are big and strong but melt under your touch and want to be held. who curl up against your side resting their head on your chest, relishing the feeling of your hands playing with their hair who
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