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this sickness is kicking my ass, I can't focus on anything here. However, once it runs its course, my schedule for work is relatively stable now so I should have more time for here. In July, though? I'm going to see Papa Perpetua, my beloved. You will not escape me yelling about it.

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I have viral bronchitis ✌🏻

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i also have Many Thoughts about Amanda and Adam. The rockstar deleted scene lives rent free in my head.

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revealing lawrence to be an apprentice and having john say "do this for me and I'll share all my secrets" and then they never touch upon lawrence again is godtier

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Lawrence has a transtibial foot prosthetic and, though John did give him one, he... absolutely got a better one, eventually. John most likely gave him a very basic SACH (Solid ankle cushioned heel) prosthetic. Something very simple for him to wear just to ambulate. John isn't a doctor, he's an architect and though he did create him one, it wasn't one perfectly 'fitted' to his limb. He also probably required surgery to actually have a decent leg instead of just a poorly cauterized stump. It was after John let him go and he was able to enter back into society did he look into getting himself a better prosthetic. At the time of 3D, he most likely has gotten himself an axial prosthetic foot or a hydraulic ankle-foot. He's wealthy enough to afford them and would definitely want something that offered ease and comfort. He also doesn't engage in sports and only really uses his foot for the purposes of walking, so he doesn't need anything specialty crafted. He still uses a cane for stability purposes.

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would anyone like to interact with amanda...

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Watched Saw X the other day and when I told you I almost cried because they were upsetting/hurting peepaw

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can you believe amanda died because she'd rather her father figure be disappointed in her for failing a test than hate her for her past

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opinions

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GO TO PINTEREST & TYPE IN "YOUR MUSE'S NAME + CORE AESTHETIC" & CREATE A MOODBOARD.

tagged by ; @eyehunger

tagging ; @lncarnon

this was fun :)

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reverse bear trap

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Amanda Young and Lawrence Gordon are added to the blog.

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unlocked a saw hyperfixation time to add Amanda and Lawrence to my blog

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big icons so now you can see maria's beautiful... jacket better.

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transgenda

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His hand recoils as if seared, the blade ripped from his grasp by its own haughty design. Offense and purest rage build beneath metallic visage, mouth contorting into snarl, teeth barred with growled annoyance. He reaches not again for the hilt, his fingers instead curling into fists. Obstinate, he will not beg for compliance. He would make no deals with a weapon. A tool and little else.

" And yet who else is there to raise you from the squalor you've thrust yourself into? When the blood rots beneath the sun and you are left hungering in fetid earth, who will satiate you? "

Tarhos is not a man oblivious to his own talents - who better to wield a sword that glutted itself on bloodshed than a man equally consumed by such desire? He will use the sword, this Yaa'rai as it designates itself, so long as it remains useful. He suspected the much remained true of the blade. An unstable alliance not borne from loyalty. Only mutual benefit.

yaa'rai hisses his displeasure as he's torn from his feast, his bloodied blade distorting maw-jagged with the suggestion of greater form before settling back into the tangible and familiar. the pupil of his eye contracts to a point, star-bright against the void and its roving tendrils.

"my contentment may not matter to you, master, but my compliance does. for example—" what had been a featherweight at the end of tarhos' arm suddenly multiplies; the blade falls as if beholden to its own impossible gravity, the point sinking deep into the mud and viscera, where it becomes utterly immovable. yaa'rai rolls his eye with an air of unbearable smugness.

"you can't even swing me unless i shoulder the effort. there has only ever been one capable of wielding me by her own strength, and you will never be her equal."

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"you know what i like most about you?" the blade's voice is a lazy drawl, dripping with satisfaction after a full meal. "you're not a morally complicated individual. i could force myself to be content with you."

@blademused || Yaa'rai & Tarhos || unprompted.

Creak of metal, stretch of leather, a growled exhale of agitation as gauntlets tighten their hold round the crossgaurds of the damnable blade, its point entombed in the still-warm abdomen of some nameless welp incapable of saving himself from a far superior adversary. Disappointing, he thought, as the youngling all-too-easily fell to his assault. He admired the courage to not beg, though to die in some banal attempt of protection, self-sacrifice, sullied any amount of respect the corpse might have once earned.

He stands, muscled tensed, as his eyes gaze upon the spectacle of bloodshed and viscera. The stench of iron and mud filter through his helm just as easily as the coiling voice of his weapon.

" Your contentment matters not. "

His voice is low, aggrieved, as if there is some slight in the other's words. The blade is pulled violently from the earth, muscle and flesh tearing with the upward thrust.

" You are a blade, a weapon, and you will be used as I see fit. "