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I don't think I will be continuing my wally x reader fic for the time being.

Clown has expressed a lot of emotional distress over how the character has been warped and I, unfortunately, am part of that.

I don't know if I will be orphaning my work or deleting it all together. I still love my writing, and am heartbroken that I may have to delete it, but I am at fault here, so I will be doing what's best for the sake of the community.

I am sorry for any discomfort this has brought Clown or the Fandom, and I hope that this will help them feel even a tiny bit better.

I love his work. I would love for him to continue and show us the mysteries behind "Welcome Home" even though some of us have been terrible to him. I wish him all the best with whatever he decides, even if that means the project halting permanently.

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No chapter today... tired... more tomorrow

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I never post my art because Tumblr BUTCHERS the quality, but here's my first ever furry!

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Apple of My Eye Chapter 3

Chapter 2

I’m gonna be so real rn, I have no idea where this story is going. Oh also I’m not making the main dude (You) fucking stupid, I hate when writers do that… ok not that smart, but smart enough not to be a total dumbass.

Also, I am listening to Aleph by Gesaffelstein while writing this if you want to know my inspiration behind the chapter

It had been a few days since you woke up in this strange place, Wally Darling, or as He insisted on you calling Him, ‘Your Darling’ hadn’t left your side for a moment.

Today though, today was different.

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes, expecting to see the same beady little eyes of the devil staring back at you… but He was nowhere to be seen.

The room around you was almost deathly quiet as if waiting for something, anything to happen.

Glaring daggers at the door, you quickly made your way to it, Wally always made sure to lock it- the handle twisted with ease, the door swinging open like an invitation.

Glaring out into the darkened hallway, you planted your feet firmly on the floor refusing to take a single step out of the room. This seemed too good to be true, nothing ever came this easy.

Sitting down on the cold wood floor, you felt the home around you and almost let out a sigh of relief, the floorboards creaking under their own weight. It was almost as if the entire structure was… alive. Allowing Wally to come and go without a sound, while keeping you securely locked away, only allowing such luxuries, such as fresh air when Wally was around.

You scooted towards the door frame, knowing if you stepped even a foot out of the threshold, Wally would appear.

That’s what He wanted, wasn’t it?

To have you disobey so He could beat you into submission, make you fear Him, but you wouldn’t play His silly little game.

You wouldn’t let Him play God.

Running your finger down the edge of the wood, you stared directly into the darkness, daring him to come out, but all you were met with was silence.

“You know, My Darling…” You purred, purposefully using the name he loved so much, “I’m not going to leave, maybe I like it here after all”

You could feel the bitter taste of the lie in the back of your throat, knowing that it was far from the truth, but he didn’t have to know that.

Still, nothing happened.

“Oh My Darling, it’s so lonely without you here…”

Nothing.

Maybe he wasn’t here.

There was only one tried and true test.

Standing up from the floor, you quickly made your way to the window, opening it with ease.

“Hiding doesn’t suit you…” You whispered, keeping your back to the door.

“Why would I ever hide from you, Pet?”

You could feel the smugness radiating from him as he stepped through the doorway.

Maybe he had won this game, thinking you were too scared to leave him now, bending to his will.

That was far from the truth and you think both of you knew it.

Turning suddenly, you met the devil himself, standing only inches from you, his eyes bearing into you like they always did.

You had grown accustomed to his stares, now openly meeting his eyes with a look of defiance whenever possible, but you were also human… or as human, as you could be, and you could never hold his glare for long.

Sitting back against the windowsill, you let the cool breeze distract you for a second, the only comfort you had in this hell hole.

Wally leaned forward, leaning against the sill, caging you in his arms, his face cradled in your neck.

You could fall backward out the window, but you doubt Wally would allow that, pulling you back with his stupid magical powers, but you could still imagine.

Imagine the look on his face as he watched you fall, the horror at losing control of his favorite plaything, the anger, the shock, it probably wouldn’t hurt all that much, maybe you would be able to run. Watch as his stupid face faded in the distance.

The thought made you smile.

“What are you thinking about?”

He wasn’t even looking at you, but somehow he knew.

“You. Always you.”

That seemed to be the right answer, because he nuzzled you in closer, holding him to himself protectively.

“Wally- Oh! A new Neighbor!”

You could feel Wally’s grip on you tighten painfully as you turned to look at the new voice coming from outside, warning you not to look, but you ignored it.

You could feel his stare burn holes into your skin, but you were more interested in the new person waving up at you.

A smaller puppet stood on the grass outside, her poofy blonde hair bouncing with every step, a horned headband the only thing keeping it in place.

“Wally! Who’s this?” She grinned innocently.

Wally pulled you harshly from the sill, silencing any protests with a hand over your mouth.

“Be silent.” He hissed.

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Imma change my name to Barbie

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Apple Of My Eye Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

This is also on Archive

Roses are red, violets are blue, I have depression and you do too

I SEE YOU MENTALLY ILL BITCHES BLOWING UP MY POST

I personally make this up as I go, I don’t know what I am doing, so seeing all the support is really heartwarming.

Also, CW TEETH

Slowly cracking open your eyes, you were assaulted with a barrage of color, making you wince slightly, maybe it was better to keep them closed.

Slowly you could feel your senses return to you, slightly fuzzy around the edges, but at least you could think again.

Think… again?

Where were you?

Your eyes suddenly snapped open, the bright environment around you making your headache come back tenfold.

With a groan, you rubbed your eyes, determined to keep your senses about you.

Pushing yourself up from your laying position, you looked around you, hoping to find something at least familiar to ground your growing panic.

You were laying in a plush bed, that looked almost too soft to be real, a colorful quilt spread neatly on top of you. The rest of the room looked like a normal bedroom… if not slightly cartoonish in nature. Everything was so bright and almost rounded, the edges of your vision giving it a fuzzy effect.

Where were you?

Glancing through the window to your right, you could see the world below, but it made even less sense than the bedroom itself. Everything looked so… soft.

Pushing yourself out of bed, you stepped forward on shaking legs, reaching out to open the window.

Had your legs always felt this weak? Come to think of it, your entire body felt… off, your mouth dry as if filled with cotton.

Pushing lightly on the window, it opened outward with no resistance, as if it knew what you wanted.

A soft tune filled the once-silent room, accompanied by the sound of birds. Soft rays of sunshine warmed your face, and the air almost smelled sweet.

“Oh, Neighbor! I’m so glad you’re awake!”

Your whole body froze, your heart racing madly in your chest. You knew that voice. The TV. The static. It was all coming back to you in waves.

Your hands uncomfortably gripped the edges of the windowsill, the only thing keeping you from falling to your knees once more. How had you not heard him come in?

Soft velvet hands pulled you back from the sill with ease, as if you weighed nothing.

“Come now… you need your rest” His voice purred in your ear, his velvety voice laced with a threat.

Carefully you were set back on the bed, your gaze glued to the swirling pattern of the rug below you. You could feel his eyes burning holes into your own, his soft hands keeping a tight hold on your arms as if demanding your attention.

That only made you want to avoid his eyes even more, stubbornness had always been your weakness.

The pressure on your arms only intensified with each passing second, until you were wincing in pain.

“Nei̸g̵ḣ̵̙̍b̸͔̱͋o̴͈̮̟͛̋́͜͠ṛ̶̹̟̹̊́” There was a warning in his tone, the slow fill of static in the room making that clear.

Slowly you looked him in the eyes, his shadowed face immediately fading back into his usual smile, the pressure on your arms disappearing into a caress, the soft sounds of outside returning.

His beady black eyes pulled you in like quicksand, keeping you pinned down to the spot.

“Oh, Neighbor~ how pretty you are!” His smile was sickly sweet, “I’m so glad I could keep you as pretty as the day I met your wonderful eyes”

A look of confusion must have flooded your face, because he continued, “Oh don’t you remember?”

Pulling one of your hands to his face, he nuzzled into your light blue palm.

Light… blue?

Snatching your hand from his grip, you looked down at your body in horror. You were blue… not only that, you were a puppet! A puppet! Pulling the thin nightshirt from your body, you peered down at yourself, each second making it harder and harder not to hyperventilate.

You wanted to scream.

“Shhh, Neighbor”

Your eyes darted back up to your kidnapper, the one who had done this, a smug smile on his lips.

“You!”

You lunged forward, ready to rip his stupid styled hair right off his head.

Invisible pressure suddenly surrounded your neck, cutting off your air supply, making you grasp your neck uncomfortably. Razor-sharp pinpricks of pain littered your neck, almost like something was biting down on you. Hot Tears blurred your vision, your lungs screaming for air.

Soft hands pulled your attention back to your captor, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen before.

“Behave yourself… we wouldn’t want you getting hurt…”

Suddenly the pressure was gone, leaving you there to cough and gasp for air, tears running freely down your face.

Pulling you into his chest, your kidnapper stroked your hair affectionately, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

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Welcome Home <3

Chapter 2

Creepy Pompadour my beloved

Basically a Wally Darling x Reader fic

I am a smut writer, but the creator has stated they are uncomfortable with that kind of content, so this will be strictly non-smut fic… I didn’t say it was going to be SFW though.

Of course, this is a horror arg after all :)

TW: BLOOD, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, STALKING, STARING (👁), MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, THREATS, GORE, BODY HORROR

GN READER (That is subject to change, but prolly not)

BTW this chapter is a lot of setup, lots of filler

Chapter 1: Apple Of M̵̻̟̥̯̮̰̩̱͕̩̙̟̦̓̉͜ͅͅY̷̺̜̓́͠ Eye

Darkness surrounded you, simultaneously pulling you in and out like the waves of the tide, pulling at your skin with its awful gaze.

Its gaze burned into you like a fire that would never be extinguished.

You wanted to go home, to hide and never be seen again, but something inside you told you that would never be the case again.

I̴̟̲̋ ̸̭̪̕s̸̱̯̋e̸̗̾̐e̸̻̜̓ ̶̟̇̕ỳ̷̠̻o̴̳̣̊u̸̥̔.̵͝ͅ ̵̪́I̵͕͐ ̸̧̗̓s̸̺͐͆e̸͛̃͜e̷̤̕ ̸̨͚̇́y̴̦̺͒͝ő̸̧̺̓ǘ̵̺.̴̥͘ ̷̫̈́͗͜I̶͕̱͌͝ ̵̜̥͒̐s̶̠̮̀͘e̵̪͔͐̍e̵͔̐̾ ̵̢́y̵͈̿o̶̠̾u̴̲͝.̷̧̿́ ̴̩̪̌̕I̸͉̽ ̶̡̥́̃s̵̹͑̈́ë̴̦͍́͝ę̸̞͗ ̶̹͇͑̅y̵̻̓ͅö̷̲͈u̸͈͑.̶̡͖̉ ̸̮̽I̴̟̍̂ ̶̢̻͊̈́s̵͙̤̊e̵͕̊ȅ̴͖̞ ̷͈̪͌͑ỳ̸̥̈́ó̴͇u̶͎͝.̸̢͔̽ ̷͐͠ͅI̴̪̅ ̸̪́s̵̛̤̀ȇ̸̲è̴̮ ̷̘̋͑y̴̻̎o̶̢̎u̶̢̩̿͂.̵̖͚͋ ̶͈̟̇̈́Í̵̩ ̵̟͕̃͠s̶͔̯͊͠e̵̖͇͝e̷̫͎͌ ̶̩͈͝y̶̦̋o̶̰͉͘͝u̸̬̿͝.̸̛̫̈ ̶̤͐̕I̶͇͑ ̴̤͐̈s̴͎̈e̸̮̬͂e̷̺͒ ̵̧͆y̷͖̠̽o̶̟̻̓u̵̯̔̽.̸̱̔ ̵͙̗͑̚I̶͖̿̐ ̶͖̻̈s̶̪̓e̵̬͝e̵̟͎̓̽ ̷̨̀y̷͉͊͘ö̸̪͖́ų̴̚.̶̠̣̅̋ ̷̙̻̄̈́I̸̯͕̓ ̶̨̛͝s̴͇͇͛ė̴̟͆è̶̞̑ ̵̥̜̍y̸̟̒o̷̙͗̊û̶̪.̶͉͋ ̸̥̹̆Į̸̘̊͝ ̴̺͊͘ş̷̃e̷̗̘̍̕é̶̮ ̶̰̤͊̀y̷̯̏o̸͚̤̾ũ̷̟̒.̶͉̑̔ͅ ̸̙̂I̵̮̓ ̵̳̗̍̿s̷̹͍̔͗ḙ̵̺͝ê̵̠̿ ̶̛̅ͅy̴̢͊͜o̴̖̎u̸̹͝.̸͚͍̒͋ ̷̼̉̕I̸̹͑ ̶͕̮̍̆s̸̖̟̀̅ë̵͍̥e̵̗̎̀ ̷̘͈̓y̴͙͛͘ȯ̸̢̝ǔ̷͉̻.̶͔̓͝ ̶̞͚̇I̷͉̳͝ ̶̺̝͝s̸̳͈̒e̶̤̿̑ë̵̫͙̍ ̸͖͗̇y̴̰͌ǭ̸̒ȗ̵͔̥̒.̶̺̌̐ ̵̖̘͌́I̸̞͆ ̸̗̤̔̎ṡ̷̛͙e̷͇̎e̵͉̥̓̋ ̸̗̈́y̸̞͈̍ơ̴͓̻ṳ̸̎.̴͈̙͊͑ ̷̤̽͗I̴̧̊͋ ̶͇̻̀ș̶̞̍e̵͙͖͌̍ȩ̵̣̂͝ ̵͚̱͆̄y̶̬͍̍̊o̷̭̔͘ǔ̷̺̺.̶̯͗ ̶̜͎̈́Ḯ̸̮ ̵̳̅s̷͈̀͜ë̸̡̦́͑ẹ̵̺͌ ̶̗̊͝ẙ̵̲ǒ̷̳̹̓ű̸̹̬.̷̖̚ ̷̠͍̈́͠Ḭ̴̻͋̉ ̵̼̳̀͗s̵͙͝ė̶̜é̶̡ ̴̖̝̓̌y̸̹͐̾o̵̜̫̍̌u̸̜͂̾.̸͎̎͜ ̷͍̑I̸̬̍̓ ̴͖͌ṣ̸͉͋è̵͔̏e̴̦͚͐ ̷̩̹̌̌y̶̘͂̀o̶͇̅u̵̧͌.̴͖̖̔͝ ̵̘͎̽̽I̵̽ͅ ̸͇̼́͘s̵̪͕͑ē̵̩̈e̵͙͙͠ ̶̮́ͅỹ̵̮o̷̹̞̎̀u̴̝͔͂̄.̸̨͘ ̶̮͆́I̴̗̻͗̓ ̴͙̑ś̵̼ḝ̶̓ë̸̼͝ ̵̼̝͂͒y̷̗̌o̶̯̾͝u̶͇̣̐̚.̶̲͋͝ ̶̛̲ͅĮ̴̻̊ ̶͎͝͝s̸͔͂e̶̫̅e̴͈̺̒-̶̱̍  (I see you x21.5)

Your eyes shot open staring straight ahead at… nothing.

There was only the darkness of your living room, your plain ceiling the only thing staring back at you.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed your tangled covers off your body, cool air hitting your sweat-covered body.

It was only a nightmare.

The sound of faint static filled your ears as you regained your senses.

It looked like you had fallen asleep watching TV again, it had been a long week.

With how many hours you were working, and how hard your boss seemed to be pushing you, it was only a matter of time before you gave in to the fatigue. You needed a break.

Suddenly the once-dark room flushed with color, the static on the screen honing into a signal finally.

Glancing lazily at the screen your face filled with confusion.

“A kids show? This late?”

“Why hello Neighbor!”

A cheery puppet character filled the screen, sitting lazily in a chair. This must be the main character of the show.

Curiosity got the better of you as you sat staring at the world being built right before your eyes, colors, and shapes grabbing your attention like you were a small child.

“How cute” you mused, a soft smile on your lips.

“Oh, how I love to see you smile.”

Your face immediately dropped from your face as you stared in shock. Could they see you? No, no, it was just a scripted program, you probably just missed a cue or something.

The yellow puppet stared right back at you unblinking, his half-lidded eyes giving him a look of being tired, but his irises refused to stop staring directly at you.

Kind of creepy for a kid’s show.

Ok- that’s enough-

Looking around for the remote, you could feel the puppets gaze burning holes into your skull almost daring you to try.

“Í̶̞ ̸̛̭͇̒ẘ̵̙͙ǒ̵̗̹ù̵̖̓l̷̥̻̓̄d̸̺̣̂͘n̷͓̑'̴̪̿̃t̴̳͈̐ ̵̜̣̈́͘d̶͔̙̓̚ờ̵̧̞ ̶̮̌t̸̟̟͛̀h̶͔͝͝á̵̰͑t̵͈̦̏ ̴̨̘̾͐ņ̸̑͘é̴͍̼̓i̵͎̱̍̈́g̵͖̣̐h̸̰̹̐̍b̴̈́̈́ͅó̴̰͕r̴̲̰̓” (I wouldn’t do that, neighbor)

Your blood ran cold in your veins, pinning you down to the spot, your hand hovering midair, reaching for the remote.

“Oh good~”

Your eyes darted back up to the screen, further hightening your fear.

The puppet had come impossibly close to the screen, yellow, felt, hands pressing desperately against the glass, his face nothing more than a shadow with eyes.

Familiar static filled the room with an almost deafening roar, making your head pound against your skull.

Wincing you stood on shaky legs, gripping the sides of your head in pain.

“Oh don’t be like that- soon you will be H̵̨̠̀O̴͔̜͗M̸̖̀͝E̶̢̖̕” (HOME)

Tears pricked the edges of your eyes, blurring your vision as you collapsed to your knees, holding your head in agony.

“P-please stop-” you whimpered.

“Oh don’t be like that~ you’ll be here~ with me~ f̵̧̎o̶͙̐͊r̵̫̮͑͗e̷̛͛ͅv̷̥̽̋ͅè̴͚̓r̷̻͈̈́͘~” (forever)

Darkness soon filled the edges of your vision, and the rest of the world faded into a soft hue of colors. Soft carpet pressed harshly into the side of your cheek, but not for long.

You felt your body being lifted up into the air, two strong arms holding you gently to a plush chest.

“Shhh, neighbor… just rest”

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Dark Seas - Darker Eyes 1

Do you guys remember that one AU that got really popular with Sun and Moon? No? Just me?

Anyway PIRATES BITCHES

SUN AND MOON ARE PIRATES

This is going to be a long one, I honestly just wanted to indulge in my fantasy… also my requests are still open, I am going through writer's block constantly, so if you have any specific requests, please ask, I don’t judge.

As always there are two versions of this story, one for fem readers, and one for masc readers. Please note that the main character (you lol, it’s a reader insert) will have the same characteristics, just different pronouns, and genitals.

There is a BETA of this, so my work won’t die, don’t worry, no BETA reader though, so if you want to apply for that position, be my guest.

The cold night air slithered its way past the quiet streets of your hometown, bringing with it the smell of fresh salt and rich dirt, hinting at the bite of winter quickly on its feet.

Most of the townsfolk had already retired for the night, hoping to avoid the bone-chilling cold for the warmth of their own homes, but not you.

You relished in the feel of the salty air on your cheeks, how it nipped at the tops of your ears and the tip of your nose like a curious puppy. You loved the sea with all your heart, the soft waves lapping at the shore, inches from your feet, even when she was angry you reveled in her beauty, her righteous anger, and seething waves.

Letting out a  breath, you watched as the air before you fogged, creating tendrils of breath, letting you know you were alive.

You often came down to the beach when you couldn’t sleep, spending many nights staring out into the sea. Soon it would be too cold to venture out any further, the sand crusting over with ice, the sea crashing down on the rocks with a vengeance. 

But it would fade, for now, you spent the last of the warm nights dreaming of the day you could venture out on your own, far from the watchful gaze of your mother.

You let out another long breath, pulling your shawl tighter around your shoulders, allowing a small chuckle to escape.

At this rate, you would become an old spinster, sitting by the waves with no prospects.

Many in the village whispered about what you did down in the sand, some spinning wild stories about you meeting a long-lost lover under the moonlight, others whispering about a siren,

Sometimes you wished they were right, a secret life filled with adventure awaiting you every night buried in the salt-crested sand. Tales of mystical beings out in the open water, reaching out to you with promises of grandeur, talons dipped in gold and silver. You could almost hear them now, calling your name with sickeningly sweet voices, beckoning you forward into the rolling waves.

You almost waded to join them in their dark embrace-

“(Y/N)!” a weather-worn voice broke you from your trance, snapping you harshly back to reality, “C’mon, lass! Your mother is worrying herself sick with you disappearing as you do!”

With a disappointed hiss, you wiped the salt off your smock, ignoring the cold numbness of your toes through your shoes, the tips soaked, funny, you didn’t remember stepping into the water.

Hesitantly you turned your back to the ocean, giving her one last longing glance before you scaled the rocks towards town, ignoring the feeling of eyes burning into the back of your skull.

“Lass?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” 

~~~~~~

Soft sunlight assaulted your eyes through the tavern window, making you groan in annoyance.

“It’s your own fault!”

“God, ma! Can’t you have sympathy for your only daughter?” you moaned, turning to the voice with longing eyes, an exaggerated pout on your lips.

Your mother looked at you with her soft auburn eyes, usually so filled with love, now filled with stony displeasure. She huffed, placing calloused hands on her hips, clearly annoyed with you.

Your mother was a stout woman, but very beautiful in her way. The way her smile lit up the room, or how her eyes never seemed to lie. When you were a child, you remembered how she used to let her hair down on warm summer nights and dance with the young women of the village, so much joy in her laughter, so much love to give.

She loved you, you knew, but ever since the accident, ever since you had lost your father and brother… well.

A burly hand came down on your mother's shoulder, pulling the two of you from your mutual death stare.

“Be kind to her, lass. She wasn’t doing any harm! Besides, you know how you were at her age, chasing every young man in town.”

Your mother batted the older man's arm away, a soft blush adorning her cheeks, “Now you hush William!”

William gave you a cheeky smile as your mother stomped off, she wasn’t angry, she just liked to pretend to be, liked to pretend to be tougher than she was.

William had been with your family since before you were born, helping your late father build this tavern back when the village was nothing more than two or three families on the coast. With his help, it had become a booming community of trading. You had always looked at his as a grandfather figure, confiding in him with your deepest secrets.

Pulling a stool out from another table, William sat across from you, sliding a bowl of breakfast grits to your side, and settling in to eat his.

“So… what were you doing out there last night?” He asked between bites, “Meeting a lover, as they all say?”

You grinned at him, accepting the bowl, “Just daydreaming.”

“You know how your ma feels about you daydreaming of the sea, she has half a mind to pick everything up and run from here!”

You almost choked at his words, taking a long swig from the glass of water you had been nursing all morning.

“She… wants to leave?”

“You know, lass…” William sighed, looking at you with his loving blue eyes, there was always something mysterious about them, something you couldn’t place, “It may be good for you-”

Standing abruptly from your stool, you glared down at him with a malice, “Leave? And go where, William? To some city away from the sea? Some ‘modern’ cobbled neighborhood, without color or life? I would rather die a thousand deaths by drowning than leave my home!”

A rough hand firmly gripped around your jaw, turning your attention to your mother, who had appeared seemingly out of thin air.

“Don’t you dare mutter those words under my roof again!” She hissed, her eyes glistening with new-forming tears.

Ripping your face from her hand, you ran out of the tavern, tears threatening to spill over.

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Are.. Are you still alive? Please? Or just taking a break?

I currently have no motivation. I need some ideas is what I'm on lol

Not dead though... ALMOST but we're not gonna talk about that

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SPOOKY MONTH

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although my politics are sympathetic to ethical direct action and illegality, i would of course never engage in those things myself. but if you are thinking about engaging in illegal activity as a result of the court decision that’s coming down, please do not post about it online, ever, anywhere. yes, even on tumblr. yes, even on that site you think is private. yes, even in DMs between you and a friend. do not engage with anyone posting about those things publicly either.

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BITCH WTF IS THIS

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I'm back

I'm back but I need requests... I've been gone too long lol

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Hawt

[wanderpastme]

Hi, I cut the tip of my finger off on accident...

That is all.

Also IM AT 100 SUBS!

Tell me if yall want me to do something special for it