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           I’m not 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 what you’d call…

                       ❝ A hero. ❞

     But I certainly wouldn’t say that                  I’m 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇻​🇮​🇱​🇱​🇦​🇮​🇳​ of this story.

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i do a thing called what i want

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Mabel let out a long, exaggerated sigh before situating herself in her brothers, more than like already pre-occupied, lap. "Today is too warm. I want winter back, I miss the snow."

Mason had to move his arms to the side so he could still hold his book when his sister sat in his lap. Letting out a small sigh, he marked his page and closed his book. “I can’t control the weather, sister dear. What would you like to do to cool down? The pool might not be open quite yet, or else I’d suggest it.”

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Friendly reminder that octopus mothers protect their eggs until they starve to death. Now that’s dedicated parenthood.

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                     Your resolve is ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss.                        You will 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔩 before me.

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Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

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           You didn’t work 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥                 Just to fade to black.

    Cuts me in half to see you 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.

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Of course not. That would be creep- and I now see your point.

Though it is amusing to think of it like that~ Imagine someone surrounded by complete strangers asking a stream of strange or ridiculous questions. Wouldn’t that be funny to see in person?

I’m leaning more towards the “confusing” part. Especially with the kind of asks Grunkle Stan receives.

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Mm.. Yes, those are the more- confusing ones. The more amusing ones so far are the questions asked to Stanford~

I’m leaning more towards the “confusing” part. Especially with the kind of asks Grunkle Stan receives.

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Neither do I. It’s somehow amusing and equally confusing.

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I can relate to this

Everything is happening at once and I don’t know what to make of it.

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Why is my dash mostly people asking old men questions about sex? I’m concerned.

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                          For years,                 This is all I’ve 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯.

     This has had my 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩,            This has been ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.

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              Didn’t come this far                     Just to 𝘨𝘦𝘵 this far.

        Didn’t shoot for the 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏                Just to hit the stars.

     Didn’t 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥            Just to ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ.

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           This was not a part of the plan.

           Mason had been thinking about what happened to the runaway clone from the moment the search party returned empty handed. He had had everything calculated perfectly, every scenario accounted for ... except this one. 

           Part of him wanted to think it was not his fault. After all, how was he supposed to know that his usually perfect calculations were flawed? Despite his arrogance and denial, however, he knew he’d made a crucial mistake. This was only proven more true when he was approached by his runaway clone days later, despite all odds.

           “Oh? And what do we need to speak of, hm?” Mason asked his double, smirking slightly. He was definitely going to tread cautiously for now, rather than taunting his clone on his appearance or how he was still alive after the storm. This was a second him, after all, and shouldn’t be underestimated.

           “You have my attention~”

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         Mason The clone didn’t know what he was doing. He’d stood there on stage with all the others, and nothing seemed wrong with the idea of dying then and there. He understood intention. He understood showbusiness. 

    ��      And then, somehow, the water had missed him. And in that moment, he felt the fear of dying for the first time. He took off. Never looking back, hearing the sound of shouting (or maybe it was his own), he ran until he couldn’t run any more, into the forest, until he was certain no one would find him among the shrubbery.

            He stayed there for two days, until a passing storm nearly took out his makeshift shelter. Enough was enough. It was time to go confront his creator.

          “Mason.” The clone stood in front of the Gleeful boy, staring his doppelgänger in the face. The resemblance was striking, though the clone looked a little worse for wear – clothes torn, hair mussed. “We need to speak.” 

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“I don’t like asking for help, because I don’t like admitting I need it.”

— c.j.n. (via panamaweddings)