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:3 <- smile for cats, dogs :) <- smile for humans :] <- smile for reptiles, amphibians :> <- smile for birds := <- smile for insects (: <- smile for sinister humans

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the girls 💕

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if tumblr goes down give me yuor full home. address and i will move in to your hpuse

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I plan on watching a movie at some point in the future

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something vindictive but ultimately harmless I do at work is that if you’re at my register and you’re rude to me and you pay with cash I am finding the most disgusting desolate fucked up unspeakable coin I can to give to you. oh you were mean to me? you’re getting the yucky nickel bitch

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I'm girls?

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HELPPPPP

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if I'm watching a video on a serious topic and you say shit like "unalive" or "pdf file" or "graped" I'm gonna turn that shit off and maul you alive

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forever grateful i was simply too lazy to let the makeup industrial complex get its hooks in me. I was just like im not doing all of that. in fact. im doing none of that

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okay but what if i wrote all of my favorite heart events as oneshots? i already did shane... whats a few more?

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people in books and tv shows are always getting so upset they throw an untouched meal in the trash. that would never be me. i'd receive the worst news of my life and still be like Let me put this in the fridge.

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Shane's 2 heart event one shot

no beta, im not fixing spelling errors. im writing this slightly inebriated and eepy and feel like it

Crickets were their music as they sat on the rickety dock, moonbeams lighting their faces, the farmer, silent as the cooler between them and Shane. "It all just sucks." Shane said, sighing. His voice was gruff, but there was something in his tone– a somberness that the farmer had recognized. They had felt it once, before running away from ZuZu city and Joja.

It was an emptiness that ate a person alive. The feeling of getting nowhere in life and unable to change anything about it. A dead end job, rent that's too expensive to move apartments with. The impossibleness of it all... The farmer sighed and drank the beer Shane had given them. It was a bitter wheat, tasteless and unremarkable– other than the burn in their mouth and the warmth that settled in their belly.

The farmer was certain they'd either wake up in their pasture or with bruises. Most of the rubble and foliage had yet to be cleared, summer was barely starting. They looked to the sky, spring constellations still coldly beaming down on the pair.

Something splashed in the water. The farmer didn't look– neither did Shane. The man sighed.

Something had drawn the farmer to him, maybe it was his eyes, his face. Or maybe looking at him felt like looking at that computer– the dead, tired feeling it gave. The farmer saw a reflection of themself– and maybe it was a familiarity, or maybe there was comfort in knowing others were like them. Maybe the farmer thought that they could fix him, or at least help and be a pillar to lean on. It didn't matter.

"I get that feeling," the farmer started after another gulp of the bitter liquid, "that you're stuck, trapped in a situation that you put yourself in because you were too stupid to see it before."

The farmer watched Shane nod, the man then taking a bigger swig than they thought possible. He sighed though, solidarity in his eyes as he looked at the farmer. He seemed to expect more wisdom from the former city dweller, unable to believe that they were capable of feeling as trapped as he felt in the valley.

"You keep thinking, maybe, maybe you'll get out of it, that you don't need anyone to help and you just aren't working hard enough..."

"And by the time you realize you need help, you're in too deep." Shane finished the thought–or what he thought was the end. This was the most taking the farmer had done since arriving, with him anyways. Shane had thought they were somewhere in the realm of mute, but the more time he had spent with the farmer, the more he realized they were probably just like him; a little anti-social and sad.

"Yeah... and you don't realize how much you need someone's help until you have it." They replied, voice and tone soft, like this was the first time anyone had truly understood them. The farmer was certain they'd never need the contents of Grandpa's letter, but finally caving and opening it had been the best thing they had ever done for themself.

Shane's mood soured and he looked away. He didn't need help, not from some city slicker that didn't know jack about animals. The words resonated, sure, but he could do this on his own. He didn't need them, anyone really. Not Marnie— or Jas... definitely not.

The farmer noticed. Of course the prick noticed. Why wouldn't they, the fucker just about had his schedule memorized and kept getting lucky with the junk he liked. Why wouldn't they recognize his apathy?

The farmer reached for him, their hand reaching his shoulder on a comforting grasp. He hated that he wanted to let them stay there, hold onto him just a little longer. "You should try letting people in like this. It might do you some good, not being a hard headed asshole and actually letting people get close."

"No."

Somewhere away an owl hooted and the farmer checked the watch they kept on their wrist. "I should be going, have to get up early."

Shane was going to wave them off without a thought. But then he saw them chug what was left of their beer like not a drop could go to waste. "Sure, see you around." He said after they finished.

The farmer stood, the wood of the old dock creaked beneath them, protesting the movement. "Good night Shane." They said with a crouch to pat his back once.

Shane shrugged, trying to remain apathetic. The farmer's heavy boots faded, the thump against wood turning to the soft crunch of grass to crickets. "Goodnight." He said to himself. Shane drank the rest of his beer in silence, watching the cold sky as it watched him.

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Charming Rider ch2

Aight besties sorry this didn't get out sooner I had to start planning moving out and my job decided the best thing to do was give me full time hours.

Also this one is a little shorter because I didn't really know where to go with it

Pt1

Chapter 2 ~800 words

“You lost me.”

“Where am I losing you? I can explain it again.”

“Please don’t.”

It felt like the sun was about to rise with how long the men had been sitting at the bar. The world was dizzying to Flynn and even worse now that the man across from him was paying for his drinks. Charming had grown more loose-lipped and boy did it make Flynn want to slug him. Every other word from his mouth was insufferable and the whiny tone in which he spoke didn’t help. But every now and then he would say something that would squeeze a bit of pity from him. Little things, like rarely seeing more than what his mother, whom he now understood was a fairy godmother or something, would allow him to. He had never been truly on his own and that gave quite a bit of context to his attitude. Flynn wouldn’t have been surprised if he wasn’t supposed to be at the Poison Apple at all.

“You’re judging me-” 

“A little.” 

“But how can you judge me without knowing everything?”

“I don’t think I want to know everything if I’m being honest.”

He gaped like a fish at the comment, unable to even come up with a response. Charming had never heard someone say they weren’t interested in hearing his life story. Normally, people were vying for his attention, just to hear him talk. He was sure that was what was going to happen with Flynn, but no, here he was utterly disinterested in what the prince had to say. 

“W-what? How– how can you say that?”

“Because, you’re a whiny brat and think you’re entitled to everything. The world doesn’t owe you anything.”

Charming paused, the words Flynn spoke were foreign to him. He spoke with a bitterness he’d never seen, yet felt deep in his gut. No one had ever dared to speak to him like that, and despite it all, it was as refreshing as it was confusing. “But I’m a prince.” He said, as confused as he was convinced. He was a prince, people owed him things just for that and that alone– at least, that’s what he believed.

“Tell me,” Flynn started, holding his hand up in a gesture for Charming to be silent, “have you ever done anything to better your people? Something that was truly your idea and not your mother trying to make you likeable?” He was trying to get Charming to open his eyes to how terrible he was. Flynn had been on the ground level of the people of Far, Far Away. He knew the people’s opinions on the royals living within the realm. And he knew that they weren’t a fan of Charming, he was just too much giving too little and they knew that he was as whiny as Flynn was seeing now.

He was going to speak without thinking. Flynn could see it. His lips parted as his brows furrowed, he was going to say some other defensive remark that danced around Flynn’s question like the candle light dancing in his eyes. But then something shifted, the prince softened and his voice came quiet, shy in some unfamiliar way. “I haven’t.” He said, realization audible on every syllable.

“That’s my point, the world cant owe you what you haven’t given.” He said, sipping his drink. He should have gone to bed an hour ago, probably more than that and he most certainly shouldn’t have been drinking as long as he had, but who was he to pass up on free drinks?

“What do you suggest I do?” He asked, leaning forward. For some reason Flynn couldn’t decipher, this man– this prince, was asking him– a criminal, what he thought he should do to get people to like him. 

“Beats me.” He said, sipping his drink. Purposely trying to be unhelpful, it wasn’t anxiety, rather it was a nagging thought that if he liked him too much he would become an advisor of sorts, and he simply couldn’t do that. The last thing he needed was a prince treating him like some all-knowing being. Unfortunately for him, he already was. At least he hoped that’s what it was and not something about him being the first person to be truly honest with him. He wasn’t sure if he'd find that disappointing or not. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked him, leaning closer. There was an intenseness to his gaze that Flynn hadn’t seen or at the very least noticed yet. It scared him a bit, the way the blue in his eyes glinted with fascination.

Flynn’s eyes went a little  wide at the question, his move to drink stopped just before his lips. “Have- have you not been doing that?” He asked, a silent pray in his thoughts, a hope that he wouldn’t be chased out of another tavern. He’d grown fond of this one and the crowd, fights didn’t turn to brawls here and it was nice to get entertainment without it requiring audience participation.

“I suppose I have. I’ll allow it.”

“Allow what?”

“For me to pay your tab.”

“Oh, okay… great.”

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