It’s like Christmas Morning
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me and my boyfriend have started a bookclub and first book series we're doing is throam of course
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Scar being surrounded by love after SL is over. They’re stuck indefinitely in Limbo, unsure why. Normally, the winner shows up, and everyone wakes up home. Not this time.
A snow storm comes in, and Grian makes a joke of ‘formally inviting’ everyone to a fortified community house to wait it out together. It’s big with accommodations for everyone. Everyone shows up bringing blankets and food. Scar gets extra love in all of this. Everyone’s safe, there, and happy.
Except for one person. A pink-haired woman who’s still sitting in her house. Who’s been keeping to herself so much she didn’t hear talk of the storm. Whose house is in the middle of the woods. Who didn’t get an invite. Who’s curled up in thin, tattered blankets, shivering by a dying fire. A pink-haired lady who’s blocked in by snow and fallen trees. Lizzie, who just wants to see her friends again.
Lizzie, who wants to joke around with Grian. Lizzie, who wants to gossip with BigB and Pearl. Lizzie, who wants to talk shit with Cleo. Lizzie, who wants to talk redstone with Mumbo. Lizzie, who wants to talk builds with Joel. Who wants to eat Jimmy and Tango’s cooking that warms your bones. Who wants to curl up around Gem, and the Scott’s as they talk music. Who wants to wrap up in one of Bdubs many fluffy blankets as Etho denies anything Joel related. Who wants to hear Skizz giving praises. Who wants to hear Martyn and Ren’s theatrics.
Lizzie, who wants everything Scar has right now. But she’s stuck in her house, alone, curled up by a dying fire.
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Girls will say "this is my beautiful wife" and their beautiful wife is just a weird looking man
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do not disturb!
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what does it mean…
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I think there's something to be said for fanfiction that loves canon in a way that’s rude. Like thank you for this wonderful thematic tragedy made out of this character’s entire arc ending in death, it was emotionally and intellectually moving, but also fuck you fuck you fuck you they live, this time and every time they live, they never died, their flaws are not their undoing, actually they have no flaws, actually they save everyone, actually who cares about a story, any story, where this one dies, actually i cared about that story so much i made a new one, actually i cared so much i unmade the old one, you gave me morals and i left them for the mortal, but they’re mine now and i will never let them die, actually thank you, actually fuck you, strongly worded letter to follow
A kiss for canon and spit in its face all at once, it’s great
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Shipping destiel on the cusp of 2024 is like raising your sword for an army long locked in war against their cruel king. They have been feuding for centuries, the winner never clear and no end in sight. But there is a prophecy, aged a thousand years, and it says that in the year 2024 a hero will appear to lead you to victory. To freedom. To peace. And when 2024 comes, you see a bright light on the horizon. You look closer, eager to gaze upon your savior, and it turns out to be fucking jensen ackles, former knight to the king. And you say "sir ankles, have you truly forsaken your king? Have you come to fight for our cause and deliver us to victory?" And he says "lol idk maybe." And in that moment you know with the utmost certainty that when you ride into battle led by sir jankles, you will probably just be shanked (probably by sir jankles) and die in a ditch. And yet. You pick up your sword. For desitel.
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The One Hundred Thousand Year Old Redwood Tree Watches Girls Laughing In A Cafe On Broadway
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Another discord group shot! This time we were watching people play balatro. Very fun
Lil secret under the cut : )
RIP mod silver. You will be missed.
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yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always.
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Rise and shine! 🦝🍁
There’s just ONE WEEK left to pick up your very own Lief plushie! We’re 80% of the way to the goal, so don’t forget to head on over to Makeship and help get this lil’ guy across the finish line before the week is out 💖🦝
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yo fuck this guy (kisses him sweetly on the cheek)
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