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Fem ! Caleb again hehe

Someone on twitter said that she would try to sync up their periods,, canon

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She made sure everyone heard that

This is canon btw she’s just as possessive as him 😭

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They definitely drink together

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its not a greentext but can we all agree the capra demon post is the best 4chan post

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This scene from one of the Suicide Squad movies reminded me of team ENA so I had to animate it ✨This drawing helped me a lot with the posing of the shotgun!!

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bouncing on his everything

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Smoke Room

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Silly comics

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bless you for your business!

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Jerma fursona

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Guys trust, ena bbq is peak

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Work Target

ALSO IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!

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lemonade stand

you needed some money.

42 dollars, to be exact. and by the looks of it, the loose coins in your piggy bank weren’t going to be enough this time. 

the idea didn’t come easy. it took hours of questions, hours of thinking. but when you saw a big kid grab a drink from the park vending machine, a lightbulb flashed overhead: you were going to make a lemonade stand. 

it was a solo gig, at first. you had it all figured out: you’d snuck the ingredients onto gran’s grocery list, cut out some yellow streamers on construction paper, and asked your math teacher what the price per cup should be. everything was going just as you hoped. 

that is, until the night before setup, when caleb's nosy self had popped in out of nowhere and ruined your plans. 

he’d caught you in the kitchen, teetering on the stepstool as you tried to reach the sugar, and decided you needed his help. 

and after you lost the ensuing argument—there wasn’t much you could do with all the lemons, cups, and spoons floating over your head—you’d reluctantly accepted it.

so you’d put him to work. he squeezed, and you mixed. you’d been on squeeze duty at first, actually, until he’d slowly nudged you out of the way. a) i’m stronger, he’d said. and b), if the juice sprays in my face, it won’t affect me as much. you know i love sour things.

and so you worked in a steady rhythm, making batch after batch until gran decided it was bedtime. 

the next day, as you set up in the summer heat, caleb had to pull your bottom lip out from your teeth. it’s just so scary not knowing if anyone will come, you’d whined. 

look on the bright side, he’d offered, ruffling your hair. if it’s a slow day, we’ll have enough lemonade to last us a week. 

but as the sun rose in the sky, customers from all around the block trickled in. friends with their parents, the nice lady down the street—even the cranky old grandma with the snobby cat had stopped by. 

and caleb had been by your side the whole time. counting cash when the numbers got too high, fetching more ice when your supply melted, and chatting with the guests you didn’t know that well. 

order up, pip-squeak, he’d called, brandishing two full glasses with a toothy grin. those had been for the newlyweds a couple houses down. you always told him you wanted to be like them when you grew up, but his cheeks got red every time. you never could figure out why. 

when you’d gotten too hot, caleb had even poured you a cup of your own, dropping a few too many crinkled-up bills into your coin jar. it’s called a tip, he’d told you. people give you those when they think you’ve done a good job. 

the last few customers came by after work, when a soft evening breeze cooled the air. before you knew it, the sun was setting, and you wobbled back inside with the overflowing jar you insisted on carrying yourself. 

89 dollars was the day’s total, and with a loud cheer, you gave caleb his share of your earnings. he’d refused at first, but you’d forced him to take it, knowing he’d do the same for you.

and the next week, after a thrilling trip to the mall, your 42 dollars went to a new home. your purchase? a shiny model airplane, bought just in time for caleb’s birthday. 

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Returning to this world with you by my side is the greatest miracle that fate has given me.

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will we be remembered? (redraw)