That post about 30 year old coming of age stories?
I’ve been thinking about it all morning. What would the plot points be for that? What makes a 30 year old coming of age story?
Old folks sound off in the comments
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giggling and kicking my legs thinking about tf141 finding out that ‘el sin nombre’ has a pretty little girlfriend and when they finally locate her, they’re stumped at the realization that it was the cute little barista who was so helpful and kind to them, especially after finding out that they don’t speak much spanish.
alejandro only rolls his eyes when they bring you in for questioning. “leave it to valeria to have a controversially younger girlfriend.”
all you do is smile prettily at them and stubbornly remained tight-lipped.
loyal as hell too, ghost thinks to himself with a sigh.
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genuinely need you all to start watching the righteous gemstones. it's like succession except if logan roy was a televangelist. eric andre is also there. he's friends with joe jonas (actual joe jonas, playing himself). macaulay culkin punches his shitty dad in the face. his dad is an old man who has gone by the name baby billy for like 50 years. there's homoeroticism. also heteroeroticism, if that's what you're into. please, there's like no fandom for this show but it's so good
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📰 Newpaper headlines for Louis after his performance at Tecate Pal Norte last night, 30 March 2024:
"And the King is Louis"
"Louis Tomlinson, former One Direction conquered Pa'l Norte"
(Via @ daleycolfin)
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Thanks to everyone who submitted a character! heres a group shot of all the designs all together!
I'm gonna ramble a bit here under the cut with those sentimental feelings so feel free to read it or not, otherwise have a lovely night
I'm really grateful for everyone i've met in the community so far. so many of you all have been so welcoming and so understanding.
i know i can be a bit sparse at times, but it really means so much that so many of you are at least interested in this little passion project, let alone the thoughts and feelings behind it. it means so much to me beyond words.
i would shout out specific people who have made my return really special but I'm very nervous and dont wanna spam people with @'s needlessly, but know that if ive interacted with you, you've likely left a big impression on my heart!
im just blown away by everyones creativity sometimes honestly. there are stories ive been following for years and i wait on the edge of my seat for the next update, and theres others where they're brand new but i just fall in love with all the characters and the writing and augh!! you guys are so awesome!! please keep creating and also take care of yourselves!!!
anyways im not gonna ramble anymore cause its late and ive gotta sleep!!! but thank you guys for making this anniversary for this blog very special
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Believe in Me
Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, bruises, blood, rescue, unconsciousness, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath
"Believe in me," Caretaker had shouted as Whumper dragged Whumpee away, "I will find you. I will free you. Believe in me, Whumpee!"
Whumpee couldn't remember how long ago that was. They just knew it was a long time ago. And Whumper had been hurting them for a long time. But they had to hang on. They believed in Caretaker. Caretaker would get them out of here.
"Think you're so tough," Whumper hissed as they struck Whumpee's bruised cheek.
Whumpee struggled to keep their footing, struggled to keep from swinging in the standing cuffs. They couldn't fall down again. It hurt so much.
Whumper struck Whumpee once more. Whumpee felt their skin split and blood pour from above their eyebrow. They lost their footing and began to swing. "PLEASE!" They shrieked as they swung.
"This can all stop if you just give up. Give up hope, Whumpee. It won't be so terrible. I promise. I can be just as kind as Caretaker."
Whumpee didn't remember much after that. The world was hazy. They knew Whumper kept hitting them. Hit them until the world went black. When they came to, they were on their side, shackled to the wall. At least Whumper hadn't left them hanging.
Whumpee didn't know why they woke. It was dark and their body hurt. They wanted nothing more than to close their eyes and let oblivion claim them once again.
"None of that, Whumpee. Keep your eyes open."
Whumpee's heart skipped a beat. "C-C-Caretaker?" They dared to hope.
"The one and only," Caretaker gave Whumpee's shoulder a squeeze as they finished picking the locks on Whumpee's cuffs.
"You're here," Whumpee sobbed. They started to sit up, but as the room began to spin, they thought the better of it.
Caretaker wrapped their arms around Whumpee's shoulders. "Of course I am. I promised you. I told you I would free you."
Whumpee sagged with relief, suddenly the days and days of torture weighing so heavily on their body. Caretaker was here. Caretaker had them. They were safe. They were free. "Th-Thank you," Whumpee whispered. Their eyelids felt so heavy. But they were safe. It was ok to sink into oblivion. Caretaker had them.
"Whumpee, keep your eyes open. Please stay awake. Whumpee!" Caretaker's voice was sharp, but so distant.
Whumpee wanted to reply. Wanted to fight to keep their eyes open. But they were so tired. They believed in Caretaker and Caretaker was here. They believed Caretaker would set them free. And with that final thought, Whumpee let the darkness claim them.
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