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tysondabs · 2 years

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Listen I know she is unhinged, responsible for multiple atrocities, and a danger to herself and others. But have you ever considered that she is tiny and sad and I love her?

#sasha #ft. sasha

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tysondabs · 3 years

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Did you just come out of the oven? Because you’re hot.

I didn't, but we should get freshly baked together.

#ft. olga #he thinks he's so clever #answering left over memes to clear out inbox!

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tysondabs · 3 years

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If you were a vegetable, you would be a cute-cumber!

And you'd be a bean, cause I bean seeing you in my dreams.

#ft. hadley #idk that's the best one he's got off the top of his head #(that isn't something horrible)

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tysondabs · 3 years

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Hey, wanna save water by showering together?

Already got someone to do that with, but if you look like Pamela Anderson you're welcome to join us.

#ask

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tysondabs · 3 years

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It’s a good thing I have my library card, because I am totally checking you out.

I've never been to a library in my life.

#ask #it's true

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tysondabs · 3 years

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Honestly you need to start smoking less.

If I take a one week smoke break every month, do you think that's enough?

#ask #answering leftover memes to clear out the inbox!

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tysondabs · 3 years

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pembearslan:

Biting her lip she nodded, wondering if it getting fresh fruit in Silver Lake just wasn’t going to be in the cards for her unless she was going out to a restaurant. “I was just hoping to buy some fruit, but I’ve never been here before and shops are tricky. Kuzey can only do so much when there are those stands in the middle of an isle or things hanging off of the ends. I can’t even tell if something is ripe or not if I’m not familiar with the fruit.” With a huff she reached down and scratched behind Kuzey’s ear. “I think we might just try again another day. There’s a park near here, right? Oh, sorry, and I’m Pem. What’s your name?”

"Oh, I can help — if you want,” he offers, wanting to help. He’d come in to grab a sushi set for lunch, but he still had some time to kill and wasn’t exactly in a rush before his lunch hour was over. Besides, Lisa couldn’t talk even if he was late. “I'm no expert on buying fruit but, y’know, I know an apple from an orange,” he says with a grin, though realizing it might be a wasted one she won’t get to see. “I’m Tyson.”

#pembe #that's totally fine with me!!#i usually do the same with my starters :)

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tysondabs · 3 years

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sashamsmith:

She waits for her breath to even out, holding onto him still, a hand snaking underneath the hem of his shirt to rest on the small of his back. The momentary comfort of skin on skin actually helping with the physical stuff, the endless tears, the twitching stomach, all of it. Mentally though is a whole other story and Sasha finds herself wincing at his words. Looking at him again in disbelief she feels her bottom lip tremble in that frown. You got nothing to be sorry for, he says but she can think of several things. Like this current situation. The texts from today. Dave. Being the world’s worst rebound. She hiccups a bitter laugh. “I put you through so much shit. Didn’t mean to though. Swear I didn’t.” Looking away, she swallows down another surge of tears, hold tightening around him. She meant every word, god only knows. “I thought you’d turn back and leave. Just now. That I’d never — ” She doesn’t dare finish that sentence.

While he processed all of this holding onto her, he thought about his own life. Childhood hadn’t been a cakewalk but from thirteen onwards, it had been particularly rough. The things he had witnessed in those years, sleeping in underpasses, stealing from the local liquor store just to pawn it off again for food, to meeting Dom, and the things they went on to get caught up in together, all the fights, scrapes, the dead body that haunted him some nights...it was a lot, and if he wasn’t so clueless mental health issues, would understand that there was trauma on trauma accumulated in those life experiences. And yet, somehow, this feels like one of the hardest things he’d had to face. Because at least with his own life, he’d always had choices — the choice to fight or to flee, run or run down. Here, he feels like he hasn’t been given any choices — just a situation that’s shittier than shitty. He pulls away from the embrace for space, though they stay connected, her hand inside his shirt. He looks down, nods at her words, like he’s at a funeral paying his respects.

But he doesn’t know what to say back. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he’s really stuck here. “It’s my fault too,” he nods, still looking down some space between them. “’Cause I started thinking, and hoping. And making plans.” He doesn’t mean to make her feel bad, worse than she already does, sometimes he says things out of spite but this isn’t one of those situations. He was just stating the facts here. “Gonna drop all that now, though.” No plans, hopes, ideas or expectations. Just whatever next date she had open on her calendar for him, and wished to see him. Just those days, dotted around all the rest, until he up and left Silverlake, he supposed. And that would be the end of that, the nameless thing over before it began. The next is mumbled, in quick succession, the words nearly tripping over each other. “Not my place to tell you how to live your life.” So he was going to do what he always told others to do with his, and butt out.

#sasha #death tw #trauma tw #p: the notbreakup

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tysondabs · 3 years

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hadley-maurine:

“Even more cinnamon twists, and make my Baja Blast one of the slushy ones?” It felt like home again. Cheap crappy food, good company, the hum of faulty wiring that one day would surely cause a problems sooner rather then later. With all the bad that had happened there, and the dilapidated apartments, Oasis really was home and it felt good to be back. While Tyson continued the order, the silence weighed on her conscience. She wasn’t going to like asking it, she never did like asking for help, but there wasn’t exactly any way she was going to be able to sleep in her car with all the boxes in it. Not to mention the questions it was going to dredge up. “I got a favor to ask…”

“Slushy...” Tyson said aloud absentmindedly as he made the changes to their order, upgraded the nachos box to a party pack too because he thought it might not be enough. This particular strain had a hold on him whenever it came to crazy munchies and that was gonna kick in at any point soon. “Done,” he said triumphantly once he hit send through to the order, and slid his phone on to the table, stretching his arms out wide and letting out a yawn. “Sure. What’s up?”