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Though Jocosa was often content to have her son trailing behind her as a small, wheezy, slightly unstable shadow, there were times when she had to attend to a situation that his lack of social acumen (and tendency to bite) were particularly ill-suited for.

Unfortunately, Theo never grew out of his separation anxiety. He couldn't stand being in a swarm of people, even three was a crowd -- but despite his loner tendencies, being a two-person rat king could work for him. He always found it difficult to let her go.

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I like the idea of a Vulcan character who constantly does very reckless things so her human crewmates think she's strange but then she always has a logical explanation she delivers with absolute confidence.

"No, it was perfectly logical for me to jump out of the shuttle at that time. I had a breathing apparatus, and I was certain I could seal the subspace rift by hand before the Romulans opened fire. This was the only solution that would result in zero casualties. I might have died, but giving up is illogical."

She's known as one of the most fearless members of the crew.

Other Vulcans try not to acknowledge her.

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POV: the worst group of girls you'll ever meet

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Who invented autism?

The famous Italian inventor, Leoneuro di Vergent.

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things that are angels: fungi. computer programming. bioluminescent creatures in the middle of the pacific ocean that have never been seen by people. a weird restaurant server late at night pouring coffee. overgrown things. androids and robots. etc

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Dan VS eltingville doodles or smth

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andrew graves' poem, the coffin of andy &. leyley, nemlei - poem without a hero, anna akhmatova - poetry, stephanie valente - contract poem, tishani doshi - quote, unknown - quote, unknown.

honestly, those poems reminded me of andrew's poem. the wreckage's undeniable.

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recent 3d stuff

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meriggio pallido e assorto

(cit)

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really funny that many wireless earbud cases are almost the perfect size to go on the end of a watch chain in a waistcoat pocket. hashtag modern fob ideas

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thinking of how a relationship with a cold! yandere would be.

he really doesn’t like for you to see him in such a way. he can’t control how monotone he is sometimes, and there are times he feels as though his affection for you is far too grand to be expressed. he hopes you know though, that you can see it in the way that he stares at you.

he’s a very giving person at heart. he doesn’t speak much, but he loves to listen! you’ll ramble off about something and he stares at you the whole time… cue a moment of you trailing off wondering if you’ve said something wrong, or should continue?

“why so shy, dove? continue, i’m invested.” he prompts, and you’re back to yapping!

your friends reaaally don’t like him though. it’d be strange if they did, enjoying the thought of you and such an apathetic person. he doesn’t care about their judgement, but he doesn’t want their views to twists yours. he’d be so happy to see you drop them but no, you’ve known them for years. he hates seeing you defend them, but so long as they quit their attempts to get you to leave him he’ll tolerate their presence around you.

“don’t let them put silly thoughts in your head. they don’t understand the two of us, truly.” he says, his forehead pressed against yours in a moment that feels far too intimate before pressing a peck against your lips and pulling back.

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thinking of a depressed! yandere meeting his darling whilst she’s drunk in a bar.

he’d felt so spent that night. staring into his glass with a look of dismay, alcohol stenching his breath. it was right in his moment of hopelessness that you appeared, the moment where he truly felt like sinking into his seat and feeling himself let go.

you sat besides him, cheerful from your drinks with pink plastered across your cheeks. you gave him a little nudge and he could still remember the encouraging smile you’d given him, paired with the way eyes crinkled up as you stared at him.

the two of you became well acquainted that night, so well to the extent of maybe being friends. you claimed it your mission to be to ‘cheer him up’ and when he asked where your friends were you told him that you had come alone.

conversation flowed between the two of you with ease. it didn’t take long for you to be offering him a stay at your home, which he accepted against his better judgement. the two of your stumbled onto your bed, pressed against each other and yet not engaging in nothing other than talk.

he wanted to know all about you, and in your state of drunkenness you were all too willing to tell.

you told him of your past, of your traumas of your fears. you described to him experiences he could hardly match up to your pretty face, all before falling asleep laid in his arms.

he enjoyed the feeling of safety you gave him, the jovial spark your eyes held before they succumbed to a silent rest. it’d be okay when you woke up, shocked to see a man you barely remembered.

he’d explain everything. well the parts that sounded nice to him anyways. <3

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thinking of your very own yandere! best friend!

you don’t know he’s a yandere of course. he’d never let you see that twisted part of you, and some days there’s such an intensity about him that you’re fearful to ask. he’s a nice guy, clingy perhaps but generally speaking he’s polite, but there’s always something so unsettling about him.

you found him crying one day, leant up against the walls of a corridor with his hands around his head. sobs were pouring from his lips and snot dribbled down his nose and your heart filled with pity. you curled up besides him, offering him a half empty bottle filled with water and patting his shoulder.

it was an act of basic kindness but one he held to his heart greatly. he latched onto you like a leach, and you soon came to find out that he was quite pleasant company. he surprised you with gifts made of origami and doodled your name with pretty letters.

some lunchtimes you’d spend holed up in a classroom. he told you he had a sister, and he’d plait braids into your hair. he didn’t enjoy eating lunch but he’d bring some anyways and hand it to you as he sat you down in the chair to work his magic.

you didn’t know he lied about having a sister. nor did you know about the hours he spent tugging at his hair to practice playing with yours. he wanted to be your ideal, to be so perfect you could hardly believe, and to whisk you into your arms with a promise to run away together.

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thinking of a yandere! who used to be your old crush.

you never noticed it. far too smitten with the small interactions that he'd give you, the way that his lips would quirk up into a smile upon seeing you, the little sparkle in his eyes he'd give you when you asked him for a pencil. something about the softness of his voice entranced you, the way he blended into the background and yet spoke to you with so much ease... it was comforting in a way. to be the one able see the leak of sincerity in his tone.

he adored it. the feeling you gave him, knowing that you were out there obsessing over him. you only saw the quiet nice guy that he presented himself as, you didn't see the total loser who'd pant your name in his bed, screaming out for you as his toes curled at the thought of your earlier interactions.

but there was another girl. sofia. with cheeks rosy and painted with red, freckles kissing her face, and a smile so lovely that told you that you couldn't compete.

she understood why you were so charmed with him, and it was never in your nature to compete. you were all to happy to be the hand that nudged her towards him, that encouraged her advances, but you were also the one who's heart ached in jealousy.

and so you told yourself to move on.

the tiny moments that you used to seek with him, the daily interactions you'd work towards achieving with each day halted. you fixated on other things, and drowned in your school work, anything to take your mind away from him. he wouldn't notice. he'd love her, and to you he'd blend into the shadows like a celebrity long forgotten.

and you were able to.

you were so enamoured with the feeling of freedom that grasped you once you'd abandoned your obsession that you were too naive to pick up on the little things that would have sent you crazy in the past.

the way his eyebrows would furrow once you didn't linger your hand on his a moment more than needed. the stare he'd drill into the back of his head as he wondered, why weren't you looking back?

most of all, you failed to acknowledge the betrayal that he felt.

sofia stopped attending school. so did he. and there was a moment of peace, were your friends wouldn't give you teasing nudges each time you walked past him, and you wouldn't need to endure the facade of friendship that the two of you held. you had no problems with her, yet she stood as a painful reminder, one that disappeared without a trace.

to this day you still don't understand how. the way that she was able to vanish, the mystery behind her departure. that faithful night that she had walked away from her house without looking back had spread through the news, with no leads and no more than a cold case.

he came into school a few weeks later, his body thinner with a sleeves that hugged his arms.

and once again, you were in the dark.

about the involvement he held in her disappearance, the intricate carvings of your name on his wrist that he kissed each night before bed. he was a total freak, with pictures he'd taken of you covering a corner of his room, paired with offerings of crystals and ribbons that he tied into a bow to look nice.

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"𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎..."

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