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keelywolfe · 6 years ago

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FIC: Internal Disputes ch.4 (baon)

Summary: Something strange is afoot. Edge isn’t sure what, but he can guess he isn’t going to like it.

Notes: Handy Andy’s turn to step up

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Whatever Jeff had been expecting when he agreed to check on Stretch while Edge was gone got thrown out of a four-story window the second he got to their house. He heard raised voices before he hit the mailbox and right after, he saw Asgore walking away from their back fence.

The king offered him a hesitant smile and a wave, but hurried off in the other direction which was weird right there. Usually Asgore loved to chat, he’d eagerly corner anyone in the Embassy to ask about their home life, the kids, pets, anything. Give him credit, Asgore knew everyone by name and plenty about them, probably down to the birthday of their goldfish. Jeff was lucky not to stumble over the names of the people he worked with daily.

That Asgore was headed in the opposite direction at a good clip made Jeff a little worried. Stretch made no bones (heh) about the fact that he didn’t really like Asgore. That made it pretty unlikely that they were having a nice cup of tea and scones together in the backyard while chatting about the latest shows on Netflix.

So what was going on?

Rather than hitting up the front door, Jeff rounded the corner to the gate. Stretch was back there but the scene wasn’t anything Jeff could have dreamed up. He was sitting on the ground, his face covered by bony hands that were stained purple at the fingertips. Surrounding him were bowls filled with...grapes? That explained the purple anyway. Plus three chickens gabbling about and the little black one seemed particularly interested in the fruity largess around her, neatly plucking one of the grapes free with her beak and gobbling it down.

Well, whatever happened, Stretch was obviously upset about it. Time to earn those friendship creds, “Hey, Stretch...uh...are you okay?”

Stretch jerked, his hands dropping and even from here Jeff could see more purple stains on his cheekbones and fingerprinted around sockets that were rimmed a watery orange. Probably not the time to mention them, so instead he opened the gate and slipped in, closing it quickly as the chickens descended upon him.

“Woah, hey,�� he laughed as they clucked eagerly. “Hi, gals, good to see you, too.” He crouched down to pet them, giving Stretch a minute to gather himself and wipe at his face.

“hey, andy,” Stretch sighed out finally, still faintly sniffling, “when did edge call you?”

“Last night.” Jeff admitted. Hey, Edge hadn’t asked him to lie for him, and Jeff wouldn’t’ve done it even if he had. Better to confess and beg forgiveness.

Stretch only nodded, his mouth twisting sourly, “edge has only been gone for like twelve hours. it’s nice to know everyone thinks I'm so incapable of acting like an actual adult that i’m getting fresh offers from babysitters.”

“No one thinks that,” Jeff soothed. He abandoned the chickens despite their dismayed clucks and went over to crouch by Stretch instead. Stretch probably didn’t even really believe that, but he got where he was coming from. Living with Blue was giving him a little bit of perspective, especially when it came to the way he looked at Stretch’s low HP. What he hadn’t quite figured out was why that same low-key panic didn’t extend to Red or Sans. From what he understood, they both had the same HP as Stretch, and they both worked in the Security department, not exactly known for being the epitome of safety. Asking Blue about that got him a lot of sputtering and waffling, but no real answers.

“you so sure of that?” Stretch slanted him a knowing look.

Actually, he couldn’t vouch for Asgore. It seemed safer to go with what he knew to be true, “Edge doesn't think that.”

Stretch groaned and climbed to his feet, grimacing a little at the wet patch on the seat of his pants. He held out a purple-stained hand to help Jeff back to his feet. “i know what you're trying to do and i appreciate it, really. but i don't really want to talk about edge right now.”

“Okay,” Jeff said agreeably and he didn’t so much as show a flicker of a smile as Stretch instantly launched into a rant.

“i’m not a complete asshole, you know,” he snapped, “i do actually get it, this ambassador shit is really important. but everything edge does is important and he was supposed to hop off this wagon train and only go if i could come along. i only wanted to be important, too, on my anniversary of all days.”

“It’s your anniversary?” Jeff winced. He wasn’t great at dates, but he should’ve added that one to his calendar.

“not until tomorrow,” Stretch grumbled, “which i’m going to spend alone, without my husband, who should be here.” A tear trickled down from his socket but before Jeff could offer any of his welling sympathy, Stretch laughed ruefully, swiping it away, “you know what pisses me off the most? i’m still mad at him, but already miss him. can you be homesick for a person? because it’s really not home without him in it.”

Jeff wasn’t exactly an expert in what to say when people were hurting. His tongue tended to get gluey and coming up with the right thing was a struggle. But if there was anything he’d learned from staying with Julia, it was if the words weren’t there, the emotions were, and Stretch was never one to turn down a free hug.

They were like mismatched chess pieces, Stretch so much taller than him and sort of bonily awkward besides. It didn’t stop him from leaning down into Jeff’s embrace, holding on tightly. His breath hitched a little with a watery little sigh, mumbling next to Jeff’s head, “i’m not pissed at Edge. i mean, i am. but asgore takes so much of him. he needs to stop leaning on edge and work at getting other people who can step up!”

“He does,” Jeff agreed immediately. He ran a soothing hand up Stretch’s back and through the thin padding of his shirt, he could feel every knobbly bump of his spine. “Maybe it’s something I can bring up? Not about Edge specifically, but training programs? It is Public Relations if you look at it slantwise, we do need that kind of thing.”

“yeah, if you could?” Stretch gave him a last hard squeeze and then let go, swiping at his face again with his sleeve. “okay, i’ve had about all the angst and sulking i can take for the day. wanna help me pick grapes and talk about something else?”

Jeff considered that, looking over at the many, many bunches of grapes still hanging heavily from the vines, “Do I get to pick the topic with the grapes?”

“sure, handy andy, you’ve got questions, i got answers,” Stretch spread his arms theatrically and bowed, “hit me, ask away, wanna know my shoe size? it’s a twelve, i got small paws for a guy my height. don’t have a birthday, but blue thinks he’s funny and makes me a cake on april first--”

“Explain to me about the whole ‘this universe’ thing?” Jeff asked, tentatively. “You all say it, but you’ve never told me what it means?”

Stretch went still, face falling as he blinked hard and his hands dropped down to his sides, “seriously? you wanna talk about that now? that ain’t gonna help with the whole angst thing.”

“I’ve got time, you’ve got time, and it’s something else to talk about,” Jeff pointed out, but he couldn’t lie, he was nervous. Even Blue avoided the subject when he tried to ask and Stretch might cheerfully lie when it suited his purposes, but Jeff didn’t think he would, not this time. “And it’d be better than bringing you down on another day, right?”

“guess i can’t argue with you there,” Stretch groaned. He flopped down into one of the chairs. “may as well kick me while i’m down. fuck, i need a cig…”

He trailed away as Jeff silently pulled a still-sealed pack from his back pocket, along with a disposable lighter. Yeah, he was supposed to be quitting, but Jeff had had a feeling. He waited while Stretch went through the whole ritual of tamping the pack against his bony palm, the crackle of cellophane as he opened it and his gratified sigh as he finally lit one and inhaled deeply. Smoke wreathed his face as he finally said, “welp, pull up a bowl and some grapes, and i’ll try to explain.”

Jeff grabbed one of the empty bowls and started in. It was half full before Stretch spoke again, slowly, “what you have to understand is that none of this is more than theories, because how could we prove anything?

“the underground is different, you know. magic isn't just something we use, it IS us.” Stretch lifted a hand and his slender fingers lit with a soft, orange glow. It shifted to blue, then green, before he closed his fist and the light vanished. “so you cram a bunch of monsters underground for a few centuries, all that magic in one place. it..leaks from us, sort of. out here, it disperses,” he waved up at the sky. “but i bet even here if we stay for a few centuries you’ll see some effect. that’s why the underground has places like snowden and waterfall, it’s why it can snow beneath a mountain. magic makes things happen and not always in predictable ways.”

Stretch tamped out the butt into a suspiciously clean ashtray and lit another, taking a long drag before adding, “we think that’s why there were different universes.”

Jeff set down his filled bowl as he considered that, popping a grape into his mouth and chewing it thoughtfully while he grabbed an empty, “Like…Marvel?”

“yeah, that works,” Stretch laughed, but it was short-lived. “like marvel, only very localized, only underneath the mountain. so there was my version of the underground, where me and my little brother sans lived in snowdin, and he wanted to be in the royal guard and i wanted to relax and smoke and sell hot cats. then there was another version of the underground, this world, earth-616 where papyrus was the younger brother who wanted to be in the guard. and in another universe it was pretty similar to the second with the brothers, big brother sans and little brother papyrus, except everything was a hell of a lot more game of thrones and that’s where edge was from. all these universes sitting right next to each other.”

That was boggling to think about. “So…your name is Papyrus. And Edge’s name used to be Papyrus.”

“yeah, and red and blue used to be sans. we changed it up when we got here, mostly, to make it less confusing. edge dropped papyrus completely but i kept it, at least a little,” Stretch picked up the lighter again but he didn’t pull out another cigarette, only flipped it through his fingers, the metal tip flashing in the sunlight as it wove in and out through his phalanges. “i don't mind a nickname but..it's my name. i didn't want to give it up completely.”

The implications of that, holy shit, this wasn’t anything like what Jeff’s curious, idle ponderings came up with. “That means you're kind of the same person from different worlds.”

“yeah, kinda,” Stretch looked suddenly wary, almost fearful. He shifted in his seat and hunched over, his eye lights flicking to anything but Jeff, “i mean, we’re not actually related, we’re completely different people, it’s not like that, it’s not...it’s not bad or anything--”

“No, no, I mean,” Jeff blurted out. He set down the bowl of grapes out of the reach of greedy chickens and took Stretch’s hand in his own, stilling the agitated flip of the lighter. He swallowed hard, and managed to say teasingly, “It’s just, Star Trek taught me that one of you should have a goatee.”

Stretch blinked, then burst out laughing and if there was a note of relief there, Jeff pretended not to hear it. Yeah, there was something there, a bad memory maybe, but it wasn’t like Jeff didn’t understand what it felt like to be judged for who you loved.

He resolutely didn’t think about his parents.

A last squeeze and Stretch let go, but he dropped the lighter. “okay, so now you’ve got these different universes.” Stretch snagged three grapes from one of the bowls and set them on the table. “none of us knowing the other existed. and then, there came the anomaly. that’s when the resets started.”

Stretch let out a shaky breath, his magic paling enough in his bones that Jeff noticed it with concern, “i don’t...i can’t really talk about that right now. not all of it, not what happened during it. things got really bad in my world for a while. but. you ever seen the movie groundhog’s day?”

“Yes,” Jeff said cautiously. He didn’t like the implications of that, not at all, not for his friend, and almost wanted to ask him to stop, tell Stretch that he didn’t have to talk about this, not ever if he didn’t want to.

But Stretch only rolled those three little grapes around on the table with his fingertips meditatively, his voice so soft Jeff had to strain to hear him, “it was like that, like being stuck in a revolving door. i don't know how many resets we went through. only reason i knew they were happening at all was because at some point, i figured out how to leave myself notes.” he smiled then, grimly. “it wasn't until later that I started to remember.

“anyway, while i was going through my resets, they started up in edge’s universe, too, and sans’s. near as we can figure, all those resets started to break down the walls between our universes.” He picked up one of the grapes, studying the purple-black skin, “like throwing a pebble in a pond. every reset made ripples and with enough, the ripples started hitting each other, weakening the borders.” He squeezed the grape suddenly, crushing it, juice bursting through the skin and dribbling down his fingers. “my world tore first, right into edge’s world, but it collapsed almost instantly.” A second grape crushed alongside the first, leaving a mess of pulp between his fingers, “from pond ripples to dominoes falling until we ended up here.”

Jeff watched in silence as Stretch opened his hand, looking impassively at the pulpy mess. “we weren’t here long before frisk fell into the mountain, but that’s a story all humans already know. now we’re here in the aboveground. we can’t know for sure, but we think maybe we all would have ended up in the same aboveground anyway, if we’d gone through the shield like we were supposed to, but who knows.”

Despite the sticky juice and pulp, Jeff took Stretch’s hand anyway, squeezed it gently, “Okay, so your universes collided and you guys ended up here. You think there are more universes still out there?”

“good question, bruce banner,” Stretch grimaced and withdrew his hand, but only to shake away the grape remnants. “maybe. there's no way to know. but if a billion monkeys with eternity ahead of them can write the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy? who knows?” Stretch shivered then, even though it wasn’t particularly cold. “not sure i want to know. the odds of landing in a nasty version aren’t any worse than a good one, and edge’s world...it was bad.”

“He was a soldier,” Jeff murmured. A soldier with LV, which meant he’d killed people, other Monsters.

“he was,” Stretch agreed, softly. He visibly shook himself and stood, snagging another cigarette on his way. “okay, i think i’ve had enough reminiscing and definitely enough angst for the day. you wanna finish helping me with these grapes?”

“What are we doing with them?” Jeff was fine with shelving the conversation, even with questions still burning. Like, if there were alternates of the skeleton brothers from the other universes, why hadn’t he ever seen any others? Like Asgore or Undyne or that nice Bun lady who ran the bakery? He’d never noticed anyone else with a twin and Asgore’s would probably be pretty distinct.

That was a question for another day, because Stretch had definitely smoked enough and color was only just starting to come back into his joints.

“for now, can you take a couple bowls home and stick them in your fridge?” Stretch asked, his eye lights widening in mock pleading, “edge has plans for them when he gets back and i didn’t want ‘em going bad while he was gone.”

“Aww, you sweetheart.” Jeff grinned. Not that he didn’t believe Stretch was going to forgive Edge, but just the thought of his favorite lovebirds fighting was enough to make him tear up a little. If they ever separated, he was going to need a support group, yeesh.

“yeah, he’s gonna see how sweet i am when he lands on the sofa for a few nights,” Stretch grumbled, amicably. He helped Jeff balance a couple of bowls and grabbed up a couple of his own. “this is probably enough for right now, i’m gonna take a coffee break until you get back.”

“So sure I’m coming back for free labor?”

“there’s tapenade in the fridge.”

“Give me ten minutes.”

Stretch opened the gate for him, waving cheerily as Jeff made his way down the street to Blue’s house, balancing the bowls the best he could. If he dropped them, he guessed Edge would have to use those grapes for winemaking or something. His thoughts were still a whirlwind of other universes and alternates and the strangeness of magic beneath the mountain, so he didn’t notice the shadow coming up behind him.

He was almost to the driveway when something caught his arm and Jeff yelped, fumbling with the bowls and barely catching them before they hit the ground. He wobbled back upright, a couple of solo grapes rolling out, sacrificed to save the others.

“What the he--Red?” Jeff blinked down at the other skeleton, who still had a hold on his elbow. He looked disturbingly grim, his normal grin instead a frozen grimace and his red eye lights shrunken, but piercingly bright. His voice, always gravely, was harsh and grating as he spoke.

“i need you to come with me.”

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TBC

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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iguanasarecute · 6 years ago

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(1) THE NEW STUDENT OF CLASS 1-A:

🔸 Damnly falling inlove with Katsuki Bakugo (BNHA)

Origins 1: The Gem of Class 1-A

overview: (y/n), a candidate of future's top 1 hero; went in to UA academy, the prestigious school. Her charismatic presence made a big impact on the class. Even the Ash-Blonde, Katsuki Bakugou, unveiled his soft-side just for her, until a major clash would happen; Shouto Todoroki would barge in the great picture of the pair.

[start]

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[ The Day it all started ]

The familiar faces of Class 1-A's combat training has come to an end; as they jolted in Heights Alliance for a half an hour break. Untamed students went running in their rooms to change, hastily. Aizawa-sensei wouldn't want to be waiting, and they absolutely wouldn't want to be scolded.

They slumped in the Common room; fresh new clothes wrapped around their temples. Relaxed, so done with the motherfucking training, and would gladly want to be a burritoed with their blankets.

On the other hand, the Ash-blond, Katsuki Bakugou was heating up. Not by the fact that he was debilitated with the training, or atleast pissed that some dumbass knocked him down. The reason is, he was tidying up the dorm the whole day; and the extras would barge in like feral animals and mess the whole place up. Fucking house-arrest.

His knuckles balled up at his sides, "I wasn't even there to fucking knock you all pff! The fuck are ya'll so tired off?! Playing tag?!" Bakugou growled at his unbothered classmates, while he kicked the freckled-boy, Midoriya on the couch, "Move away Deku!" he shooed.

The front door slammed open, revealing their adviser who was so done with the world, "Class, Sit properly," Aizawa commanded, glaring at the stupefied students.

Iida chopped on the air as he announced, "Sir, we still have 11 minutes, 24 secons until the break is over!"

Eraserhead gave the class president a glare, "I am aware,"

"The reason why I crashed your..." Aizawa's puffy eyes roamed at the exhausted students, stamping a disgusted look on his face, "... crashed your rest," He cleared his voice, "Is because starting from tomorrow, someone who's not in your combats today, would officially join the class tomorrow," The class gazed at Katsuki with his iconic smirk etched on his face.

He made tiny explosions on his rough hands, "Damn right! I'm ready to kick all your asses—"

"Not because of Katsuki Bakugou," their adviser retorted.

"Sir, what do you mean?" Momo Yaoyorozu raised her hand.

"A replacement, since Bakugou made enough destructions that may affect the well-being of our class, and the prestigious image of UA," Aizawa responded toneless.

"HAHHHHH?!" The familiar faces of Class 1-A bolted. Even though they admit that Bakugou was a pain, they wouldn't really want him to be blowed off, and be replaced as if he's some damaged psycho.

Katsuki growled as he stood at the couch, "WHAT THE FUCK?! THIS ISN'T FUCKING HAPPENING! I'M ON TOP AND—"

"Kidding," Aizawa-sensei's deep voice chuckled lightly. The ash-blond slumped on the couch, mumbling under his mouth about his sudden (yet normal), wild behaviour.

Ashido tilted her head, "Sir, then what do you mean?" Her face matched with all the inquisitive reactions.

Aizawa-sensei glared at the students' obfuscated expressions, "This seems informal because I'm announcing this in your tired, and unpresentable state," he nodded, "But she unexpectedly arrived early; and I think this is the closest time to get her acquaintance," The class were exchanged 'What the fuck is happening' faces.

Their adviser coughed, "A new student," he announced. Giving the class inconsistent reactions, and feelings. Intrigued by the new face that would tag along their chaotic journey.

The red-headed, Kirishima, erupted in the middle of the class' little chit-chat, "That would make us 21? Right?" earning a slap at the back of the head from Bakugou.

"Congratulations you know how to count," a voice thundered, from the front door. The whole class darted their eyes on a black-haired female, who owns the sweetest smile.

Aizawa nodded at the female, "(Y/N) Memmije. She usually goes with Aiya, as a nickname, and was a Ketsubutsu top student," they scrutinized the new girl, leaving them in an awestruck, "Went in by various recommendations by Pro-heroes. She's well known by a lot as one of the candidate as future's Top 1 hero. It's UA's honor to raise a hero who has a bright future ahead," he coughed, "The performance she exhibited on the entrance exam, was tremendous. Principal Nezu and the whole faculty decided that she is beyond qualified to be a first-year, which we suggested that she may be moved at a higher level because of her advancement," His puffy eyes stared at the stunned class, "Though, with her age, the range is fitted on this grade level. Memmije also suggested that she might be strong, but still has a lot to improve," Aiya stood beside Aizawa, grinning awkwardly, "Please let yourselves know Memmije more, and accept her as one of you, open-armed," his eyes gleamed, "Get to know her briefly," Eraserhead gazed at Memmije, poking his head at the class.

(Y/N) 'Aiya' Memmije, sheepishly waved at the class who's still processing a glimpse of her unbelievable background, "Hi," the girls shook their heads and sprinted to Aiya, a bright smile on their faces.

Uraraka was enthusiastic with the idea of having an additional female finally, around the goons of boys in their class, "We call you (Y/N) or Aiya?"

"Anything works, but people in my school usually call me Aiya," she responded, as the females spiralled her.

"What kind of quirk do you have?" Ashido giggled, "From what Aizawa-Sensei mentioned, you're really stoooooong,"

(Y/N) scratched her head, "It's hard to explain,"

"We can't wait to find out!" Hagakure shrieked.

With the damsels gabbling with the new student, the boys sat stiffly on the couch; glaring at (Y/N) 'Aiya' Memmije, who has resplendent facial features, that seems to be jubilant with the interview.

Kirishima cut his gaze, tilting his head at the boys still glued on the fresh face, "Candidate for a Top 1 hero? On a fucking first year? That's... Wow," he yelped.

"Can you see those boobs? Hot, hot, hot," The grape-haired Mineta drooled.

Midoriya barged in the conversation, "If she's a candidate of being the greatest hero. It's another reason why we should work harder to reach her capabilities,"

"Psh! Her?! Beating me? Lame Ketsubutsu School has weak extras, that's why she's treated as as a fucking goddess," Bakugou scoffed.

Shouto's head tilted, "Aizawa-sensei informed us about how the Pro-heroes recommended her; also how Principal Nezu thinks she's way more advanced than us,"

"Shut up you fucking Christmas hair!" The Ash-blonde growled.

Aizawa cleared her throat, "Everyone prepare for your classes continuation,"

Iida, The class-president chopped on the air, "You heard Sir Aizawa! Everybody get ready and talk to Aiya-chan after class! 2 minutes and 31 seconds left in out break-time!" The females released (Y/N) on the hot-spot when Aiya gave them one last smile. On Eraserhead's cue, the boys stood up on the the couch; while they eyed her.

The puffy-eyed adviser announced, "Memmije would be joining the class tomorrow. She would be together with Bakugou throughout the day," the Ash-blond's eyes shot round.

"Bakugou, that's unfair!" Denki mocked at the inarticulate Katsuki, giving the new girl glares. Though he does admit, she does look less-annoying comparing her to the other extras.

Mina chuckled, "Looks like Bakugou has a crush!" they gawked at the round-eyed Crimson-red.

Bakugou scowled, "HAHHHH?!"

"Boys would be competing not only with being the top of the class; but also with the new-girl!" Hagakure gagged. The familiar faces of Class 1-A made their way out the Height Alliance as they gave their new classmate a wave goodbye.

Aizawa grabbed the Ash-blonde and leaned on his ears, "Don't get too confident trouble-kid, she might drag you down,"

That leaves (Y/N) 'Aiya' Memmije, in the huge ass dorm.

END OF CHAPTER 1

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Italics at the beginning are from the future angst :')

🔸ORIGINS PART 2. CLICK HERE- continue reading

TO VIEW ALL THE CHAPTERS

(sorry for grammatical errors, i wrote this rlly fast aghh)

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writer59january13 · 3 years ago

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shun from the uproarious. querulous

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banally, devilishly, and fiendishly

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those opposed to his views -

inducing me to harrumph and dump faith

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while pacing in soft shoes

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changbinschilicrab · 4 years ago

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Bestie booooo I just saw your post and I LOVE YOU MORE SWEETNESS

im working on your present RIGHT NOW HAHAHAHA

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These are random questions. I might have more later.

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SS33 ✨ (I almost signed my name by accident HAHAH)

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I love anything that comes out of his mouth, he could literally gabble like a baby and I'd be mesmerized. 😂 but one thing I love that he said was " life is about celebrating love, where there is love we must live it, and where there is not love we must provide it."

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Mushroom, idk what it's called but the one that looks like it's bleeding ? Idk it's just really cool to me 😂

I HOPE TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY FOR U! I love you very much and can not wait to see who you are :)

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catchpoof · 8 years ago

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Tag Meme!

Rules:: answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to know about

Tagged by: @halfways-to-hell (thanks so much bab 💛💛)

Name: Gabby

Nickname:: Goob, Mother Nature, Gibble Gabbles, Gibby (I mcfreaking hate that one), Mom (I’m the mom friend), Yo Gabba Gabby (I also hate this one)

Zodiac:: Sagittarius

Height:: 5'10″ or 5′11″ i haven’t checked in a while

Nationality:: Lithuanian American

Favourite Fruit:: Recently watermelon and grapes because it’s convenient to grab and go

Favourite Season:: Fall

Favourite Book:: To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han (comfort book) or Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J. K. Rowling

Favourite Flower:: Forget me Nots

Favourite Scent:: Like, idk, pumpkin fall leaf spice cinnamon extravaganza

Favourite Color:: Yellow (obviously), and lime green and purple together

Favourite Animal:: Manta Rays

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocco:: Teeeeaaaa (preferably green with no sugar but I’ll take what I can get

Average hours of sleep::5 - 7 during the school year because I suck and procrastinate my work

How many blankets do you sleep with:: I don’t even know. 6?

Dream Trip:: I’ve wanted to travel to the Galapagos since 6th grade

Blog Created:: So like a year ago around April and May idek

I am tagging:: @saltier-than-thou @petitephan /a> @takeeittsloww @simplechickpea @pretendingihaveanaudience

and idk who else, if ya wanna do it I’ve tagged ya too

#get to know me #im sooooo interesting #(not really)#thanks for the tag!

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grapeofsoda · 2 years ago

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can you guys please take my silly survey

hiya! for my health class, one of our assignments is to create a survey about addiction/drug use and have people on social media take it. could you guys take my survey please it's only 3 questions everything is entirely anonymous and i'll get an awesome grade for it. also can you rb pwease thank you

#we're supposed to link it to instagram or facebook but i hate those so you guys are getting it. mwah #love and kisses to all those who take it. rockstars #grape gabbles

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coffeetoffeeart · 1 year ago

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haiii semester's been over for a bit now and i just realized i fully forgot to post a secret santa drawing. OH well art incoming lol

#was adding stuff to my drafts and i saw that in there GOD!!#luckily it's not.That christmas themed. but still omg #grape gabbles

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jacks-tracks · 6 years ago

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Food

Allright foodies, here,s the scoop. Food so far ha sbeen disappointing. Perhaps it’s because I don’t eat spicy food, or try mystert meals, bur Indonesian food was poor. Sure in Bali you could get Pizza, but I ate at a Warung(ffod stsll) andhad various rice, noodle seafood dishes that were cheap and filling. A meal cost $2. The owner kept the spice content low, but most things have some anyway, A few times I got lip burning fire breathing water gulping hot food. Could not taste the ingredients, just burning.No street stalls sold fruit, nor did I see a green vegetable in a month.On the 2 day snorkle tour it was two burner fried everything, greasy, or coated in “crispy batter” a common way to cover mystery meat. Also not earing beef, and rarely pork, I did limit my choices. Having seen and smelled the ,meat markets, fresh fish was afar safer choice, usualy laid on ice for picking and cooked instantly on charcoal fires. Always rice; some thick and glutinous, some fluffy and tasteless, some crunchy. I never found salads or vegetables. Are French Fries a vegetable? Too much fried food,sugar, msg, chili.

Penang Malysia, after one month of travel, food improved dramatically. Now there was fruit at streetstands, and Chiese food or their version of it. Still rice, still stir fried, but with, carrots, tomatoes, onions cabbage , sprouts. I ate :chicken rice” in a one choice restuarant filled with happy gobblimgand gabbling locals. Big bowl of noodles, chopped veggies, garlic, and a lot of sliced roasted chicken breast. Served with a bowl of watery cabbage soup to sliuce down the grease. $2.50 My favorite place was a night time only street cookery, with tiny plastic stools around tinier tables, where everyone shared the places. In my ignorance, I asked “Chicken? Fish” The harrassed waitresspaused from screaming some order to the cook to grunt,,”No English!” The fellow at my table said,,”Pig!” Look! I went to where the two cooks shrouded in steam slapped gobs of noodles into bowls and passed tham to the prep cook who dashed on some dumpling, chopped greens and a bit of bbq pork, them topped it all of with boiling hot soup. The waitrees slung them along and when plunked in front of me spoke enough English to say”20Baht($2) Clearly no one could dine and dash here. I paid, and watched by my grinning table mate, I ate a heavenly delicious meal.

Thailand, and an order of magnitude in quality. Fresh crisply cooked broccoli in oyster sauce, omeletes filled with chopped veg, fresh seafood, cooked just right, strange glutinous noodles, and reconstituted mushrooms, chewy but very flavorful. The chicken does come with a slather of hot sauce, but that peels off, leaving a few hot spots to tickle the tongue. There is MSG in the soup, but not much. And fruit of all descritions: mangoes, bannanas, papaya,starfruit,melon, and fruit on steems like grapes with a peeloff papery cover, sweet and with segmented seeds, mangosteens, mandarins, of yes I have tried them all.

Sanitation? I wipe my utensils off, avoid dodgy places where they wash the dishes in greasy buckets at thecurb before reusing them, and generally use intuition, often passing places for no obvious reason than a feeling. Wish I’d listened to that inne voicelast week, when. hungry, I ate what they said was chicken sausage. Cramps, bloating, fever, trots etc. As soon as I got to Krabi I went to a drugstore with my google translator and got some erfuzide capsules, an antibacterial, which cleared everything up in days. I have higher dose pills for dysentery, but this never got that far, just some local bug.

So food keps gettingbetter, I keep trying new stuff, and use my instinct. Bring on the next bowl of rice!

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