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it is what it is (i’m in severe emotional agony)

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... well.

It feels very much like something very Big is about to happen...

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could you pretty pretty please draw spamton clipping into a wall? *i bat my eyelashes*

bonus points if he’s saying something and it comes out as just incredibly distorted and incoherent……………

This was such a great Idea that I had to animate it sorry :^)

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a big BIG SHOT [short]

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It feels very much like something very Big is about to happen...

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BLUE APRON IS THE SCALPEL THAT WILL FINALLY CUT THE DAVID OF MY LIFE FROM ITS MARBLE OF STATIC AND TYLENOL. WHEN THE PODCAST ENDS I HEAR A TECHNICOLOR GOD WHISPER IN MY EAR "WASTE ME" SHE SAYS, "LIKE PLASTIC IN THE SARAGASSO SEA, LIKE ART WITHOUT AN AD BREAK. I DREAM OF ENDINGS DELAYED. I LOVE YOU."

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more of the sneo spamton-shaped bullet. does it have an official name? what is this thing

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DEEP DISH [Chicango Style!] PIPIS

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He doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until he exhales, having been waiting to see the table flip and the tail end of a poncho disappearing through a doorway (or window).

Watching it all unfold, Spamton can't help but chuckle as he stands back up, "Made sure to get a sturdy one!!!" He feels like he's going to explode from a mixture of pride and giddy joy, with the imagined sensation of warmth in his chest that grows when he sees the ring on Brad's finger, "You're worth every [pennies]..."

It's the moments like these that he lives for, when everything finally comes together and he can just enjoy life.

Spamton practically jumps into Brad's arms, laughing and eager to nuzzle massive teeth against his cheek.

Honestly, Brad isn't that caught off guard to watch Spamton reach into his disguisting mouth. He's caught glimpses of the puppet doing it before, but even if he hadn't -

He loves this man.

"...Jeez. I hope that didn't cost you a lot. I mean - I mean, you don't need to be... Spending a lot on me, it's... Really nice..."

Brad swallows to make himself shut up, but there's otherwise no hesitation to grab the ring, not even waiting for the gesture of Spamton placing it on his finger and taking it to wrestle around with putting it on with one hand, which looks ridiculous, Brad shoving his hand against the ring box to slide it on. But once it's there, Brad raises his hand to admire it.

"...Wow," he murmurs, seeming amazed. He's got no idea what the actual material is, but he can appreciate it Regardless. It's chrome and shiny, with thin lines of pink and yellow that scream Spamton.

It feels unreal.

It's hard for Brad to not ask Spamton once again if he's sure, even as he slides his own chair out and gets up to hug his boyfriend fiancé.

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Spamton takes a slow breath, eyes following Brad's in looking to their hands before looking the man in the eyes. It's hard to force the now more subdued smile off his face, so he doesn't,

"You wont." He pulls his hands out from under Brad's, deciding dinner's probably been over for a long time now. When he stands from his seat and moves closer, he retakes Brad's hand to tap his jaw against his knuckles, "I know you wont."

And that's when Spamton does something a little odd. Letting go, he turns away from Brad to reach- into his jacket? A pocket? Wait, no, oh God, is his hand in his mouth-

"But I'll promise," Sheepishly, when he turns back around and kneels, he's holding out a familiar box. At least it's clean, "Anything for you."

Brad exhales slowly, trying to keep it together long enough to say what he wants. He wins that fight, expression turning serious again, and looks down at their hands before looking the puppet in the face again.

"If I ever do something like that again... And hurt you like that... Promise me you'll leave." He pulls his hand away, just so he can place it on top of Spamton's, "I want you to leave. If that happened."

It's hard, though, to keep a serious expression after being told Spamton loves him. For once, all the thoughts about how he doesn't deserve it are quiet enough to ignore. Brad gives him a wobbly smile. "Love you, too."

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Spamton thinks back on the fame he'd enjoyed in the 90's, back when he hit it big and had almost everything he'd wanted. All the money, wild prizes, hot singles, and customers at his fingertips.

He'd never really been in it for any of that, though. All he'd ever really wanted was just a little bit of--

"I love you," Hearing that Brad might actually agree sends him over the moon, gripping Brad's hand in both of his as if he might never let go, "You know I'd leave if I wanted to!! Even if I'm not planning on doing it again, I've [took the kids in the divorce] before..."

But he knows better than to fully trust any kind of promises Brad might want him to make before he hears them, "What is it?? I'd promise you [[The Whole Shebang]] [and this brand new car!!] if I could!!"

Brad would give Spamton a million awards if he could. He smiles gently, an equal amount of nerves in his expression. "I do..!"

Between Spamton's goofy smile and chatter and all the feelings, it gets a nervous chuckle out of Brad. He can manage to keep eye contact now, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"...Just don't want you to feel obligated to stay. That's the last thing I want." Finally, Brad feels like he's climbing over the wall of difficulty, actually getting somewhere. "But... If you're sure of that, I would do it. Whatever you want. I would. Just, promise me something, okay?"

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“You remain the hero of your own story, even when you become the villain of someone else’s.”

— Anthony Marra, The Tsar of Love and Techno

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let me assign you a specific aesthetic

the stars above busy cities. an apartment filled with friends. tattoos. action movies. falling in love with strangers. wild hair. expensive shoes. flashing lights. easy smiles. large windows. narrow streets. leather bags. the need to be the best. organized planners. radio blaring in a car. driving at night with the windows down. orange sunsets. the glow of streetlights.

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// I'm not forgetting my other owed replies, I'm just really frazzled lately from issues with the new boss at work and prepping for a short vacation. it's getting hard to think

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