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MUMBO IS IN DOUBLE LIFE [REAL] [NOT CLICKBAIT]
this user is coping hard
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Henry in 7x24, "Run", has allowed me to see why people have children. Like, I strongly dislike loud annoying kids, but holy moly that little one is so cute I think I'll cry
#new favourite dynamic unlocked 9-1-1 | 7.08 Step Nine
Hey there! 'Murican here. I'm looking forward to seeing the results. :)
Also, I looked it up, and it looks like BosWash is a nickname for the general Boston-to-D.C. area. I've never heard it before coming across this poll, but it seems to be a fairly common term, to the point of having its own Wikipedia article.
So yeah. TIL
Also, I'll be here on the sidelines cheering for the Great Lakes, but if we don't win, I get it. I mean, Ohio's here (but even then, Ohio has Cedar Point, so...).
Una's home!
I like to imagine that GUMI's happy to see one of her Internet Co. friends. :)
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Sorry for not posting in quite a bit but my laptop charger has been out of commission for a while now and will take around two weeks until the replacement comes due to a delay. So I won’t be able to post until then.
So sorry again, thank you for your understanding and hope you have a lovely day!
I’m honestly feeling really down lately so if you want to ask me questions, leave requests or really say or talk about anything, I would really appreciate it.
And if you need to vent or talk about something you love as well, feel free!
It would really help me get out of my head for a moment, so please do if you have the time.
I’ve been feeling under the weather and really stressed lately so if you would please be so kind as to leave an ask and ask me questions, request ideas for writing or just anything really. I would be happy to try my best and for the much needed distraction!
Thank you and I wish for you all to be health, happy and safe! Please take care! 💕
I’ve been having a really hard time lately and things haven’t been as good. So if you can please send in an ask. It can be about anything really.
It would help a lot to get my mind off things. Thank you and I hope you have the loveliest of lovely day’s and everyday forward! 💕
Chapter 8 Update!
Hey, y'all! Thank you so much for waiting for this chapter!
It's literally nearly 16K words long and I really hope you enjoy it. Please mind these chapter-specific content warnings: hurt/no comfort; heavy angst; grief; talk of terminal illness/hospital stays; allusions to minor character death but no graphic descriptions Happy Reading! <3
ngl pierre and yuki feel like they’re stuck in like a 3 year long game of gay chicken in which the lines have become so blurred they cant tell whats straight and whats gay
for the writing ask, "on one memorable occasion, toriel received a letter from the underground's newspaper, asking her to write something for them- it didn't have to be long, or particularly humorous or informative or reassuring or anything, but they thought it would be fascinating for everyone involved-! was what they said."
The pen is heavy in her hand as it hangs above the clear, white paper.
It feels as though she has held the position the entire two hours she has been at her desk, pouring over her journal in an attempt to get even a measly scratch down. It is not that she has no ideas— when one has lived a life as long as hers, the stories are anything but finite —simply that none seem to fit. Such broad a prompt she’s found that actually nailing it down is almost impossible!
… But she will try. She must.
The war comes to mind; and is relevant too, considering their recent freedom. Many a tale could be woven from her time on the battlefield, of the monsters she’d met over a pint of ale and a sad story. Of the late nights her ex-husband spent with her, consulting Gerson on strategy after strategy to make it out the other side. Of the months she’d spent honing her healing magic to be strong enough for any wounded soldier who slunk to her infirmary, of the ones she saved and the ones she lost-
Perhaps not.
She could write about her firstborn children; those days in the garden they’d shared. Melancholy memories of eating pie and reading in the living room and singing songs of old. The time Asriel caught his first snail. Chara’s first flower, planted all by themself with no help from their father. Anything with her beloved twins….
But that story too ends in tragedy and drags out an old ache in her chest she tries sorely not to revisit.
Perhaps her time upkeeping the ruins?
That idea is done away with the instant it slips into her mind.
She hasn’t even told her closest friend of all those drunken nights and the grief that sat so heavy in her chest that it burned. It would be WILDLY inappropriate (and somewhat embarrassing) to send in a personal guide on how to turn one’s self imposed prison into a home.
Toriel let’s put a snortish sort of sigh and sets down the pen. A claw finds its way to press against her tired eyes as she allows herself to slump against the table. Unfortunately, the pressure does not yield any clarity. If anything, it leaves her more frustrated with herself.
Still, she holds it a moment longer. Just in case.
She is just about to go back to her writing and pondering and hovering, when the bookshelf catches her eye. The spines are worn down to the bone (hah, she’ll write that one down when she’s in better spirits), so faded and cracked that their names are barely legible.
She doesn’t need them, she knows each tome by heart. So she cannot help but let her eyes rest longingly on a particularly worn out, rust colored book on the farthest right. Perhaps she can allow herself a break. Perhaps a glass of wine and her favorite joke book will-
She turns so quickly back to the table that her chair wobbles.
The pen meets the paper with a glorious scratch, finally putting her elegant cursive along the page. She can’t even be bothered by the ink staining her fingers or how it smudges sometimes under her hand.
The world is a sad, terrible, amazing place. She knows that better than most. And history itself has just changed irreparably, for better or for worse. Monsters that had never even dreamed of the sky can suddenly indulge in them with a single glance up. Humans who didn’t even know of her people’s existence are seeing them on the daily. People are overjoyed. People are terrified. People are still angry. One night cannot take away thousands of years of an ache strong enough to be felt through the generations. The past hurts and the future is uncertain.
So she writes down twenty-one of her favourite jokes.
With a world so complicated and scary and wonderful, perhaps they all just need one simple, momentary thing to laugh at.
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OH ALSO: I’ve been posting all of these to AO3, so if youre interested in more (and better formatting :,)) heres the link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36835759/chapters/92477206#main
Even if it doesn’t mean anything if it makes you happy go for it, it may help you discover something you don’t know, or it may not but hey most decent people won’t judge you for what look of a character you want to play in a game. Go wild, pick the options that seem better to you, I hope you have fun op - 🦋
What do you MEAN I can’t pretend to be a guy in the Minecraft server highschool roleplay????? No of course there’s no meaning behind it, I just feel so much more comfortable talking to people if they think I’m a irl boy. This isn’t suspicious or concerning at all. I’m definitely never going to look back on this in the future.
FRUITS BASKET SPOILER YOIVVE VEEN WARNED HO
MOMIJI WHYYYYY DO U HAVE TO BE IN LOVE WIT TOHRU OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG NOOOO UR HEARTS GONNA BREAK I CANY BELIEVE HIS BOND BROKE TOO BLOODY GELL IM ALL IN FOR KYO X TOGRU THO SOOO NOOOOO CHNACW FOR U MOMICHJ BUT DONT WORRY BABES IR STILL A FAVOURITE I LOVE U MORE THAN MOST OF THEM ESPECIALLY AKITO WOOOOOHHHHH THAT GIRL IS DEAD LAST 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Oscar blinked, slightly stunned at being pulled into the bed before reaching a hand up, starting to thread his fingers through his hair.
“Hey Fedya..good morning.” he spoke in a quiet tone, he seemed almost hesitant to touch him, yet he sat next to him.
Hm...?
Fyodor didn't open his eyes.
I feel so bad for Binghe right now
he must be tweaking holding shriveled mushroom shen qingqiu