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do you guys think you check the conditions to be recruited by wymack

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Do u think Jeremy & the girls beg Jean to say bon Appetit before every meal he serves

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me when i just wanted him to die. i was only alive because he made me promise to survive. if he died, who could hold me to that?

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so what if they are misplaced forever partners??? i don't care, it didn't alter my brain chemistry at all!!!!!

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I want a fox pet so bad. I would call it Neil. I would hug it, ugly-cry into its fur and promise to love it every day

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locked in learning french

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Graphic design is my passion

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Tonight I wanted to write what I couldn’t say out loud.

An interesting fact about the human brain is that when things get too much, wether it’s physical or psychological, it shuts down.

Today, when I tried to speak, I got overwhelmed. But I didn’t faint, I didn’t even get dizzy.

My brain was fighting against itself, trying to release the words I caged. But every time I opened my mouth it failed. I grew up too protective of that cage, afraid to stain my pretty words with ugly feelings.

The adult in front of me waited. And waited, and waited, and waited. He didn’t talk. We listened to the silence as I asked myself why, for once, when I needed someone to guide me, to talk over me, he didn’t do it.

My words failed me when I wanted to speak, and as I am writing this, I realize with dread that I locked up and buried my words so deep I can’t even reach them with my hands.

Next time, I hope my heart will beat so hard that it can reach what my brain and hands couldn’t.

My soul would try if it wasn’t too occupied gathering strength, losing its energy as I slowly black out.

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I wish I had friends that read aftg and tsc because I can’t talk to anyone about all the ways Jean is so dear to me. I love him so much and every time I think of him my heart aches a bit.

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Introduction post!!! (finally)

Hi everyone who’s reading this, welcome to my page :))

I mostly only blog and reblog AFTG posts that I find funny, relatable, sad, beautiful… anything related to the fandom really

BUT! If you are interested I also happen to write things!

Either here, when the things I want to write isn’t related to AFTG or on my AO3! Here :

Warning: I do struggle with mental health and am working on that, so I tend to start writing a multi-chapter fic and struggle to continue writing it BUT they will not be discontinued, I just need a lot of time. Thank you for understanding <3

Post might be updated with future changes.

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all for the game fandom! i have made a quiz. a uquiz in the year of our lord 2025, yes.

hope you enjoy, and remember it is just a silly, short quiz!

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nora really was like 'okay so i have 30 new characters that i could torture instead of going after the foxes again' and then in the next breath went 'but neil's ribs are looking awfully breakable right now...'

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The Holy Trinity

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54.

time is a construct and baby i am building

-> aftg socmed au masterpost

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I remember when I was a kid, a teacher asked us to read a book and write a summary about it.

I wrote tons and tons of pages, I wrote what seemed to be really important to the plot, to me. I almost rewrote the entire book before my parents stopped me.

They told me how this wasn’t a summary at all. How a good summary is supposed to be simple, efficient. So I started again, I only wrote 3 or 4 little sentences.

I remember when I was a kid, a teacher asked us to write a poem.

I wrote lots of words, they rhymed, they rolled beautifully on my tongue when I read them to my friends, proud of myself, before reading them to my teacher.

She told me it was too long. A good poem is supposed to be almost fleeting, short but impactful. So I erased my previous words and made them as concise as I could.

I remember, growing up, teachers asked us to explain our answers whenever they ask a question.

I explained as much as I could, used the best words I knew, recalled my train of thoughts and all the arguments I could think of before they interrupted me.

They told me I explained too much. How a good explanation is supposed to enlighten someone, not lose them further. So I kept quiet and talked what was only necessary.

I remember yesterday, when my dad asked me to tell him what was going on inside my head.

I didn’t say anything. A lump formed inside my throat as if to say « don’t say anything ». So I listened. I stared at the floor and didn’t say a word. Like they taught me, the less the better.

He told me how it wouldn’t work out if this kept going. A good person is supposed to know how to communicate properly, to act when they say they will.

I stayed silent, unmoving. He left the room angrily, grumbling lowly.

They made me put my words into a cage I am struggling to open again when my heart crave to speak.

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neil and andrew don’t just match each other’s freak, they complete it

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Write a fic that is under 3k—level: Impossible