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Remember me when youre famous oomf

Dw pookiebear you were the first person i followed on here i would never forget how stinky your theory posts are 🫵🫵

Also this account was supposed to be an alt to follow you and coloredgaze idk what happened 😭😭😭

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I should have written about how I imagine Yan!Yael befriending Isabelle to make you jealous but it would backfire on him in the end when belle poisons the shit out of him. Though, in my head yael would be happy to be poisoned if it meant you would take care of him lol.

Yandere!Yael x Reader - Illusory Morals

Content and trigger warnings for: Spoilers from Klein v0.1 VN, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, mention of stealing personal items, drugging, kidnapping, emotional abuse and manipulation, general yandere behavior, mention of killing people with poisoned food, delusional behavior. also yael calls klein "it"

Word Count: 1.5k

@kleinv01 and its characters all belong to Himeiro! Fic inspired from this post. god i love this game too much for my own sake

-. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ green is the color of envy after all...

It was a warm summer afternoon. Streets were crowded with workers returning to their homes after their shifts ended, flooding the pavements. As the hours passed, heat gathered near the ground, rising in shimmering waves until it became the hottest moment of the day. Sweat dripped from Yael's forehead to his shirt's sleeve as he wiped it unconsciously while watching the sun slowly disappear. It definitely wasn't the weather or the sun that made him feel like this. You were the reason, never leaving his mind, occupying his thoughts. 

Yesterday you finally accepted his offer for a date disguised as a "movie night". He didn't really have any specific movie in mind when he asked you about it, but you were so sweet you decided for him. It was his favorite genre, too. Oh, how well you knew him. 

Well... It would actually scare him a bit if you knew too much about him. After all, how could he gain your years of trust back if you figured out why you felt sleepy at times you usually were active in your house? You usually sleep at 11 p.m.? Maybe you were too tired to stay awake until then. You had fallen asleep right after eating the dinner Yael said he prepared only for you. It was your all-time favorite since you two were students. He was already attentive and caring enough to remember to make it for you. How could you even think of declining it? Due to your work schedule, you weren’t getting enough time to rest either. It was a long hoped-for coincidence that happened just at the right time. That was all that was, really. Nothing intentional or planned by your lovely husband-to-be best-friend-next-door.  

He was amazing at cooking, tall and in-shape, thoughtful, gentle, caring... and he just happened to be around your age. Convenient since he got to meet you during your school years? Maybe. He was sure it was the best game fate played on him though. 

That day when he saw you holding one of his favorite romance novels he lost earlier last week, he couldn’t help but freeze mid-step at the classroom door, taking you in. What was he going to do? He wasn’t ready to confront you yet. He can’t just approach you to get the book back without shaking like a leaf in excitement either. Should he just not go in? Maybe if he closed the door back-  

Well, you noticed him when the door made a creaking sound as he was trying to close it. No turning back now. 

He meekly entered the classroom to properly get near you this time. It wasn’t like he was trying to inhale your scent in person and not through “borrowing” your clothes or anything. Even when he did, he was being nice by borrowing the ones you liked the least. Yael was known to be a gentleman after all.  

Turns out you were planning to give the book to him tomorrow. Lucky for him though; he got his book back and you both got to enjoy after-school tasks together while chatting as well as watching the sunset through the classroom windows that day. Warm, bright, enchanting... Not the sun though. You. 

That day was all it took for him to not hide in shadows to love you after that. Sure, he still acted as if he didn’t know why your old best friend changed their seat to sit somewhere far away from you- but isn’t that convenient that he can now sit with you? You can take his notes if you can’t keep up with taking them yourself while daydreaming when you sit together. It’s never a problem if he is a part of them; because you’ve always been a part of his. 

Even though it was delightful to be able to spend his school days with you, he knew it would all come to an end one day when you graduate. He had spent night after night planning what he could do to keep in touch with you. He couldn't just toss out not only ridiculous but unrealistic promises like your other classmates that “you all will keep in touch and have dinners together often after graduation”. He had lived long enough to know those are all empty promises that will never be kept. He had to be special enough to stay in your life. He had to leave enough impact to stay with you. Or maybe he can just... force his way into it? 

What a coincidence that he moved into the next unit to yours, after you left your family’s house to live alone. You don’t need to question where your old neighbor went off to. She was just an old lady anyway. Maybe her grandchildren she always talked to you about placed her in a nursing home. And Yael? Oh, he just got a job at the children’s daycare facility that you see from the corner of your eye every day when you commute to work. He had always gone on about dreaming of becoming a vet and dedicating his life to caring for animals when you two were younger but caring for children wasn’t that far off either; especially if he got an excuse to live just a mere meter from your apartment.  

He was giddy about all the meals and desserts he could bake you with his own hands now that he lives just a few steps away from your home. So much so that he started obsessing over every single step it took to cook for you. He didn’t even notice when he started planning what to give you weeks ahead of time, filling calendars and journals of what he thought you would enjoy the most depending on your mood the week prior. You went to have seafood boil at the newly opened restaurant near your workplace after work with your friends on Tuesday. What’s better than warm cinnamon rolls, fresh out of the oven with that sweet cream cheese icing melting on top when you come back home? He can promise you they will make you sleep easier after all that feast you had without him. He would even be willing to bake some for your coworkers if you liked them, although he can’t promise that the icing will have just sedative effects. ^^; You wouldn’t mind only having him in your life after that, would you? Agree or not; if it ever comes to the point where he must do something to keep you to himself, he will not hesitate to use methods that you would never even imagine Yael thinking. Not that he would stab your family and friends in front of you but, you know... 

You, on the other hand, had more significant things to care about than Yael: a significant other. Apparently you were “dating” an android you met on a phone app nowadays. Klein, or something? Just great. Now he had to deal with a piece of metal with no real emotions, too. He can’t just guilt-trip or emotionally manipulate it without actual human feelings. Too bad the psychology books he bought recently won’t work, other than on you. He had to think of a different approach.  

It took him quite the effort to finally induce you to let him pick you up after work, too. This walking toaster really brainwashed you into thinking you don’t need Yael, huh? Just another useless hindrance of a tin-can. He would figure out how to get rid of the thing sooner or later. But right now? He had a date with you, and he didn’t want anything else to cloud his mind. All that was left was to drive you to your new home (which was conveniently just next door to your old one. How lucky!) while you enjoyed your blueberry muffin. The blueberries were prepackaged, but he took his time to look through every pack he could find in the store to find just the perfect one for you: ripe, sweet and big enough to inject some “love” into.  

By the time you reached the last few crumbs of the muffin, your movements had already turned into a sluggish, unfocused mess. You were enthusiastic to have a conversation about the movie you had been looking forward to watching less than a minute ago but, the words danced in your mouth and tripped over the blueberries you now had trouble swallowing. 

What was it that you saw on Yael’s face before your head lolled to the side, cheek pressing against the seatbelt as your limbs turned to fog and you felt as if you were melting into the car seat? Suspense? Apprehension? Whatever it was, as your consciousness faded into grey uncertainty the last thing you made out was a soft chuckle of exultation; one you will hear every waking day over dinner, in endless nightmares to come, and in the silence between the walls of your new home. 

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Starbox - Website to Host Indie Games Affected by Censorship on Steam and Itch

Since the poll that I posted has gained overwhelming support, I and @ghost-realms have put together a new (temporary) indie game hosting website in the past couple of days.

It's not a solution or an alternative to big gaming platforms, it's a simple bare-bones website to help out fellow developers for the time being. We have to remember that the main issue lies with payment processors and until it is resolved, there is not going to be a viable alternative.

About the website:

⭐You can create an account, join and create groups, download games and submit applications for us to upload your games!

⭐We are not able to process payments. This website is intended to host free demos and free games. You can request to link your socials, Patreon, Ko-fi or any game platform where your games are up. You can also request to link a platform where your full game is available if you upload a demo. You don't have to have been directly impacted by Itch and Steam's payment processor's new rules to apply for your game to be uploaded to our site. Similarly to Itch, you can also apply with anything besides games, like board games and such.

⭐We are a team of only two people, working on this project out of our own very slim pockets. We will be processing upload applications as quickly as physically possible, but please keep this information in mind when applying.

⭐We will be constantly working and updating the website, but it will likely remain very rudimentary.

⭐While the website is available on mobile, it is not fully functional on it, so I recommend viewing it on desktop.

⭐Since this website is intended to exist temporarily, it highly likely will be deleted at some point in the future once the main issue gets resolved and there's no longer a need for its existence.

You can visit the website at starboxy.com.

Consider also supporting us and this website on Ko-fi.

Happy landing, astronauts!

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Yandere!Yael x Reader - Illusory Morals

Content and trigger warnings for: Spoilers from Klein v0.1 VN, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, mention of stealing personal items, drugging, kidnapping, emotional abuse and manipulation, general yandere behavior, mention of killing people with poisoned food, delusional behavior. also yael calls klein "it"

Word Count: 1.5k

@kleinv01 and its characters all belong to Himeiro! Fic inspired from this post. god i love this game too much for my own sake

-. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄ green is the color of envy after all...

It was a warm summer afternoon. Streets were crowded with workers returning to their homes after their shifts ended, flooding the pavements. As the hours passed, heat gathered near the ground, rising in shimmering waves until it became the hottest moment of the day. Sweat dripped from Yael's forehead to his shirt's sleeve as he wiped it unconsciously while watching the sun slowly disappear. It definitely wasn't the weather or the sun that made him feel like this. You were the reason, never leaving his mind, occupying his thoughts. 

Yesterday you finally accepted his offer for a date disguised as a "movie night". He didn't really have any specific movie in mind when he asked you about it, but you were so sweet you decided for him. It was his favorite genre, too. Oh, how well you knew him. 

Well... It would actually scare him a bit if you knew too much about him. After all, how could he gain your years of trust back if you figured out why you felt sleepy at times you usually were active in your house? You usually sleep at 11 p.m.? Maybe you were too tired to stay awake until then. You had fallen asleep right after eating the dinner Yael said he prepared only for you. It was your all-time favorite since you two were students. He was already attentive and caring enough to remember to make it for you. How could you even think of declining it? Due to your work schedule, you weren’t getting enough time to rest either. It was a long hoped-for coincidence that happened just at the right time. That was all that was, really. Nothing intentional or planned by your lovely husband-to-be best-friend-next-door.  

He was amazing at cooking, tall and in-shape, thoughtful, gentle, caring... and he just happened to be around your age. Convenient since he got to meet you during your school years? Maybe. He was sure it was the best game fate played on him though. 

That day when he saw you holding one of his favorite romance novels he lost earlier last week, he couldn’t help but freeze mid-step at the classroom door, taking you in. What was he going to do? He wasn’t ready to confront you yet. He can’t just approach you to get the book back without shaking like a leaf in excitement either. Should he just not go in? Maybe if he closed the door back-  

Well, you noticed him when the door made a creaking sound as he was trying to close it. No turning back now. 

He meekly entered the classroom to properly get near you this time. It wasn’t like he was trying to inhale your scent in person and not through “borrowing” your clothes or anything. Even when he did, he was being nice by borrowing the ones you liked the least. Yael was known to be a gentleman after all.  

Turns out you were planning to give the book to him tomorrow. Lucky for him though; he got his book back and you both got to enjoy after-school tasks together while chatting as well as watching the sunset through the classroom windows that day. Warm, bright, enchanting... Not the sun though. You. 

That day was all it took for him to not hide in shadows to love you after that. Sure, he still acted as if he didn’t know why your old best friend changed their seat to sit somewhere far away from you- but isn’t that convenient that he can now sit with you? You can take his notes if you can’t keep up with taking them yourself while daydreaming when you sit together. It’s never a problem if he is a part of them; because you’ve always been a part of his. 

Even though it was delightful to be able to spend his school days with you, he knew it would all come to an end one day when you graduate. He had spent night after night planning what he could do to keep in touch with you. He couldn't just toss out not only ridiculous but unrealistic promises like your other classmates that “you all will keep in touch and have dinners together often after graduation”. He had lived long enough to know those are all empty promises that will never be kept. He had to be special enough to stay in your life. He had to leave enough impact to stay with you. Or maybe he can just... force his way into it? 

What a coincidence that he moved into the next unit to yours, after you left your family’s house to live alone. You don’t need to question where your old neighbor went off to. She was just an old lady anyway. Maybe her grandchildren she always talked to you about placed her in a nursing home. And Yael? Oh, he just got a job at the children’s daycare facility that you see from the corner of your eye every day when you commute to work. He had always gone on about dreaming of becoming a vet and dedicating his life to caring for animals when you two were younger but caring for children wasn’t that far off either; especially if he got an excuse to live just a mere meter from your apartment.  

He was giddy about all the meals and desserts he could bake you with his own hands now that he lives just a few steps away from your home. So much so that he started obsessing over every single step it took to cook for you. He didn’t even notice when he started planning what to give you weeks ahead of time, filling calendars and journals of what he thought you would enjoy the most depending on your mood the week prior. You went to have seafood boil at the newly opened restaurant near your workplace after work with your friends on Tuesday. What’s better than warm cinnamon rolls, fresh out of the oven with that sweet cream cheese icing melting on top when you come back home? He can promise you they will make you sleep easier after all that feast you had without him. He would even be willing to bake some for your coworkers if you liked them, although he can’t promise that the icing will have just sedative effects. ^^; You wouldn’t mind only having him in your life after that, would you? Agree or not; if it ever comes to the point where he must do something to keep you to himself, he will not hesitate to use methods that you would never even imagine Yael thinking. Not that he would stab your family and friends in front of you but, you know... 

You, on the other hand, had more significant things to care about than Yael: a significant other. Apparently you were “dating” an android you met on a phone app nowadays. Klein, or something? Just great. Now he had to deal with a piece of metal with no real emotions, too. He can’t just guilt-trip or emotionally manipulate it without actual human feelings. Too bad the psychology books he bought recently won’t work, other than on you. He had to think of a different approach.  

It took him quite the effort to finally induce you to let him pick you up after work, too. This walking toaster really brainwashed you into thinking you don’t need Yael, huh? Just another useless hindrance of a tin-can. He would figure out how to get rid of the thing sooner or later. But right now? He had a date with you, and he didn’t want anything else to cloud his mind. All that was left was to drive you to your new home (which was conveniently just next door to your old one. How lucky!) while you enjoyed your blueberry muffin. The blueberries were prepackaged, but he took his time to look through every pack he could find in the store to find just the perfect one for you: ripe, sweet and big enough to inject some “love” into.  

By the time you reached the last few crumbs of the muffin, your movements had already turned into a sluggish, unfocused mess. You were enthusiastic to have a conversation about the movie you had been looking forward to watching less than a minute ago but, the words danced in your mouth and tripped over the blueberries you now had trouble swallowing. 

What was it that you saw on Yael’s face before your head lolled to the side, cheek pressing against the seatbelt as your limbs turned to fog and you felt as if you were melting into the car seat? Suspense? Apprehension? Whatever it was, as your consciousness faded into grey uncertainty the last thing you made out was a soft chuckle of exultation; one you will hear every waking day over dinner, in endless nightmares to come, and in the silence between the walls of your new home. 

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Plan of Action and Complaint Template Regarding Adult Content Being Delisted from Itchio

Alright so as y’all may or may not know, credit card companies and other payment facilitators have put pressure on digital storefronts such as Steam and Itch.io to remove “adult content” recently largely due to lobbying by fringe radical organizations. It would be bad enough if it just affected actual porn, but you know to these people “porn” means “anything that even mentions a homosexual.” Several of my team’s projects including mini-expansions to Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy “The Fanservice Files” and “The XXX-Files,” as well as team artist @chaospyromancy’s personal side project “A Squad of Drow” have been delisted from itch.io as of last night though they are still available by direct link or from our main account page and you can still pay us for them for now but there is no telling how long they'll actually stay up. Many others have had their projects completely delisted or outright removed, and are having payments withheld from them. If you don't want to see us and other creators pushed under by this crap, you need to do something about it.

People affected by this far outnumber the people who lobbied to make it happen. These organizations are very vocal but also relatively small and very fringe, and since it is a policy decision that was created by complaints it may be able to be destroyed by complaints.

Here are the phone numbers of these companies and an email address I was able to find. We need to blow their phones off the wall and fill their inboxes with customer complaints.

Mastercard (US): 1-800-627-8372 Mastercard (Int.): +1-636-722-7111 Visa (US + Can): 1 800 847 2911 Visa (AUS): 1 800 125 440 PayPal(UK): +44-0203-901-7000

Paypal (US) 1 888 221 1161

For investor relations:

914-249-4565 (Mastercard) 650 432 7644 (visa)

Visa Email Address: askvisa@visa.com

Mastercard Contact Form: https://b2b.mastercard.com/contact-us/

Saying stuff like “sex work is real work” and “this affects black trans women,” while true, is not the kind of thing that is going to tug at the heartstrings of lib-conservative CEOs and board members and their PR teams. They’re mercenary. You need to tell them how this is going to hurt their wallets and make their customers very unhappy.

If feasible, you need to get your moms and dads on this too, and get them to get their friends on it, etc.

40-60-year old middle class white people high credit scores and stuff will have more sway with these corporations than any young adult trans person.

My team has put together a template for your phone calls and emails. Take the template and delete the [bracketed parts] that don’t apply to you.

“My name is [_____], and I’m contacting you about your recent decision to alter your user policies regarding adult content and thereby putting pressure on digital storefronts like itch.io and Steam to hide and remove adult content. By doing so, you're cutting off a significant revenue stream, [and as someone with financial investment in your company, this has me extremely concerned]

[I both buy and sell that blocked content, so this is directly interfering in my finances, and I will seek compensation.]

Products I paid for are no longer available to me, [and people are buying my products without the money going to me because of your interference with the payment processing.]

If you don’t want to lose customers and face potential legal trouble, these policies which pressure itch.io, Steam, and other digital storefronts need to be reversed.

You have changed these policies because of Collective Shout, a radical group from Australia that sent only a mere 1000 calls to destroy a significant revenue stream on your part and to interfere with my finances. This decision literally affects millions of people and millions of dollars, and so I expect a prompt response on reversing these policy changes and removing the pressure on itch.io and Steam to ban adult content on their sites. [As a cardholder, I worry that these new policies are responding to a vocal minority of customers, and I’m left doubting the reliability, versatility, and integrity of your services. I use these services to securely and conveniently make the transactions I see fit, and it’s disappointing to see legitimate, legal transactions be excluded.]

[I am furious that an American company would bend so easily to a lobbying group from a foreign country.]”

There is also a petition you can sign here.

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itch is removing all of their adult games now

Oh things are fucking dire huh. There won't be any storefronts left

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Little guy <3

@kleinv01 and all of its characters belong to Himeiro!

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So memelord was a bliss

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🦐🦐🦐

Is this a threat

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PatheticYandere!Al x Reader 

Trigger warnings for: Obsessive, possessive and pathetic behavior (do not read below the cut if you cant stand a pink haired pathetic stalker dedicating his life to you </3), mentions of non-consensual photo/video taking, theft of personal items, stalking, paranoia, self-hatred, mentions of abusive relationships and the usual yandere shit. 

The following includes spoilers from @kleinv01, of which and its characters all belong to Himeiro. 

WordCount: 1200+ 

Wake up, go to work, come back home, work, sleep, wake up, go to work, come back home, work, sleep... 

That was all he had in his life, if you didn't exist.  

But you did, and he was very grateful that you existed. 

Countless sleepless nights, money that he rarely to never got to enjoy himself before it vanished into thin air, people all around ignoring his presence... It was all worth it thanks to your existence. 

He didn't need sleep if he got coffee, energy drinks and camera feed of your daily life 24/7. Money was never an issue for him if he got a roof over his head, clothes to wear, food to survive and of course, your favorite snacks to gift you every single day. Even the least noticeable change of your facial expression upon finding what he had left you brought him joy for the rest of his day. Not to mention, other people including you acting as if he wasn't there only made the light you shine upon him feel brighter, as there was no one else in his way. 

Except for one thing. Your android "boyfriend" that you apparently held close to your heart and cherished to the point you skip work sometimes. Al knew, because he watched you interact with that android, every waking day. Although you never questioned how you still had your job with that workaholic boss of yours not firing you after all those days you stayed home. Not that you would believe him if Al admitted having befriended your boss to keep your job for you. 

Oh, what he wouldn't do to be in that android's place. He was aware that he wasn't the greatest at verbal communication. But he was also aware that he was willing to do anything for you, and that included being the best partner you deserved. He wouldn't want to be a burden to you with his pathetic lifestyle. He wouldn't want to trouble you, ever! He had to settle down by only hacking through the android's app once or twice a week to wish you a great day here, a good night there. 

Al would admit having thought about controlling the android entirely at one point. He had the knowledge to do it for sure. Who else had illegally copied keys to your apartment, all of your passwords memorized, your social media posts all archived on a different private account dedicated to you, terabytes worth of photos and videos of you going through your day, some items that you definitely did not need any more like your hairbrush that you forgot to clean after you brushed your hair... He always wanted to know what your hair felt like between his fingertips. You being generous enough to show that you don't need it any more with strands of your hair attached to the brush made him the happiest man on Earth that day. How thoughtful of you to gift him something directly from you. 

Your toothbrush? Oh, it smelled heavenly. Maybe if he used the one that had the privilege to touch your mouth, he could be one step closer to being worthy of your love. Al could bet his life on the fact that things you touched were different, forever. Even if they were made by ordinary people, a deity like you must have had a positive effect on them. He was sure.  

Desperate. He was having rough days at work back-to-back. He needed the peace you gave him just by being in the same office and breathing the same air with him, but you called in sick today. Just like the other day. And the day before that. At some point during his frequent visits to your place without you knowing, he was so desperate to the point that he changed his usual route to your bathroom where your laundry basket was placed. 

Oh. What a coincidence that he found the underwear he saw you put on through the cameras this morning, thrown into the basket along with the worn-out t-shirt that you recently turned into your new sleepwear. 

You know, Al never thought it would come to this. He never would have. Sure, it has been years of him yearning for your littlest parts. It was only admiring someone a year older than him at first, or so he thought it was. However, after several years of “admiring” he has been doing behind your back, one day he found himself pinning a life-sized poster of you on his wall, just the right place where he can see your flawless face the second he wakes up. You were the only sunshine he needed. The second one was when you got the job you have now. He even skipped a grade to be able to share classes with you when you two were in the same school. You didn’t really notice him back then, either. He payed no mind. Nothing you could do would be less than perfect anyway. Maybe you ignored him in school so the two of you could become colleagues. That was definitely it. Could this be an invitation? 

When he saw you getting closer to your apartment through the GPS, he clumsily put all his new “treasures” into a plastic bag, the one you carried groceries with this morning to be exact. He hurried back to his place as he clutched the bag near his chest. When he arrived at his apartment, there was nothing that could stop him from putting your shirt on his softest pillow.  

He had already been dreaming of cuddling you, your scent drowning him, slowly yet surely driving him to madness. He wouldn’t mind becoming a lunatic if it brought you along with it. 

He dreamed about all those times you greeted him in the morning. Every “good morning” that spilled from your lips reached his ears as if they were sung by angels from far away. Warm, yet somehow pitiful. Those dreams turned into nightmares as he couldn’t return it though. He tried to do it the first couple of times. It wasn’t his fault he was mesmerized; a simple “morning” couldn’t even come out of his mouth.  

You didn’t deserve someone as hopeless as him. Maybe “Klein” was the better option after all. Tall, strong, not shy to stand his ground... Only if he was half of what that android was.  

He should just continue being an extra pair of eyes for you, he thought as he hugged the makeshift body pillow of you. He didn’t have any ill intentions. Never.  

All those years of watching you suffer under some bastard’s control back then; he watched you slowly wither. Only if he could gather the courage to face you, to tell you he wants to take care of you, to protect you. He would have done it, if he had only a quarter of what Klein had, your affection included. You would have thought he was some freak that stole your personal belongings and leftover food that had your saliva if he confronted you though. He wouldn’t want that. He just wanted you to be healthy and happy. 

If buying you your favorite snacks and drinks every single morning could at least show how much he cares for you and how much he could sacrifice for you to eat, he would spend every single second he had left on this planet to work and earn more money to buy more. Sometimes he wonders if you already know the reason why he gets extra projects from Mr. Dolores in the first place.  

You don’t have to know. You just deserve to be happy, to have blessed his life with your presence. 

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Men used to go to war

Got the pic from @laxmiree 's blog

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im going insane this is actually crazy

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Lowkey shipping you away to Spain

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I cant be the only one thinking Jim is Seungmin and Lawrence's secret lovechild.

The stance? The no-fucks-given stare? Dawg

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Lord have mercy BECAUSE I WONT IF I EVER GET MY HANDS ON THIS MAN

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WAIT idk am i stupid like this might be common knowledge but crowe’s last name is ichabod. like ichabod crane??? from the headless horseman??? and SOL TRIED TO CHOP HIS HEAD OFF. am i reading too much into this or am i stupid and this is obvious

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Im like if God made a person who calls people hoe affectionately