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reblog to diminish the horrors from the person you reblogged from

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what are they watching

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what are they watching

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👮‍♀️VOCÊ ESTÁ NA CADEIA!!!!👮‍♀️

Como todo bom arraiá, o arraiumblr (arraiá no tumblr) também tem uma prisão, e alguém mandou 🫵você🫵 ir pra cadeia! O motivo? Crime de servir xereca demais.

O que isso significa? Você tem que colocar essas barras no teu ícone, além disso você também só vai poder falar com tags e fotos, texto escrito é proibido. Isso tudo vai durar um dia!

Para mais informações, veja esse post aqui: https://www.tumblr.com/humanaaa/752082669750403072?source=share

Pessoas atualmente na cadeia:

QUE PALHACADA É ESSA. QUEM OUSA ME ENJAULAR

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Hot Milf BadBoyHalo strikes again…

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Hot Milf BadBoyHalo strikes again…

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Hot Milf BadBoyHalo strikes again…

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Better than what happened to me and my mates after we made fun of that baldie....

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Bear dead, details later

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have nothing creative 2 say sorry . this took me way too long art is so rude

im sure its based on the toktopus animatic even if i didnt realize it. the sunset framing def carried over >:)

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Just missclicks!

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I now have a wedding side blog, if any of you are interested in wedding drama! I don't know anyone at the weddings so its all anonymous.

@weddingliveblog

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Max and BBH:

(Instead of trying to kill him it’s scam him)

maxo: love my terrible wife who wants to scam me so bad

maxo: I come home from work every day and narrowly dodge one of his many pyramid schemes. when we eat dinner I’ll smile and say “cookies baked with love again?” and he will shrug mischievously but we both know it is very much cookies baked with love

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qsmp is so beautifully diverse allowing a space for family friendly streamer bbh to gay roleplay as well<3

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Little mini-fic from my au! Basically its a dst and dsmp cross over!

Wanda from Don't starve (an experienced time traveler who struggles with memory loss) and Karl from the Dream SMP (a much less experienced time traveler who struggles with even worse memory loss) meet!

This takes place a few weeks after they first met, they're in Kinoko Kingdom sitting on top of a mushroom house at night :) this is basically just them talking. It gets a little emotional!

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The stars were much brighter here than in the constant, as far as Wanda remembered. She was fairly certain that sky had no stars at all, just a crumbling moon. But here, in another world, sitting on top of a fantastically giant mushroom, she could see them for the first time since she was trapped in the constant.

She missed her old home, but at the same time she couldn't be sure. The details were fuzzed, and got more disjointed every time she went looking for them again. At least that wasn't a feeling she had to face alone.

"You know, I never thought I'd meet someone else... like me," the young boy said. His face was uncharacteristically serious, and his body was crinkled into a small ball, all tucked into his hoodie. "I didn't even understand it, and I still don't think I do. It just... happened. I didn't know why, and I felt-" he paused. He was not looking at the stars, but down at the mushy floor under them. He took a breath and continued. "I felt completely alone. I had no one to talk to about it, and I couldn't ask for help. I thought I would... die, or..." The effort it took to keep his voice from cracking was present in his tone. "Or worse. Forget everyone and just be... empty. Physically I'd be fine, but no past, no memory... nobody."

She put a hand on his shoulder. "I know its scary," she said gravely. She felt like she was diminishing the feeling by calling it "scary," it wasn't "scary." It felt like a void opening up in your soul, consuming everything that makes you who you are. It felt like being chained at the bottom of the ocean, not able to breathe, but not able to die either. It was the reality of eternity, to call it pain would even be downplaying it, but of course Karl knew that. She didn't need to restate it all. "Scary" was an acceptable shorthand.

"I know its scary, even in the happiest of moments the fear is there, eating away at you from the shadows in the back of your mind. But it hasn't happened, and there's a good chance it never will. You still have people here, people like Sapnap who care for you even on the hardest days, and me. I've never had anyone else know that fear before either. You can always talk to me." He sat quiet for a few moments, and so she continued. "You can feel things now; there are things you remember and know. I cant promise it will always be that way, but we have only the present. Wouldn't you rather have lived? A beautifully average life, full of joy and sadness. Full of emotion and experience, a real, tactile life that grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you out of bed every morning. Wouldn't you rather have lived a life like that and forgotten in the end then be haunted by emptiness? At least then you will have had joy, as opposed to only having fear."

Wanda pulled her eyes away from the stars and looked at him. He didn't meet her gaze, his eyes were still on the mushroom they sat upon, but his serious face was smiling again. It was the smile she had some to know over these weeks, an authentic Karl smile. He blinked, trying to dry his glossy eyes, then looked up at her. "Yeah, you're right." He croaked.

Wanda smiled too. "Oh, I always am," she joked. He let out a small laugh, the tension in his shoulders finally letting go. They sat there for a bit longer, watching the stars together.

"You know," Karl started. "This has been exactly the cathartic conversation I needed, but I'll probably end up forgetting it ever happened." He laughed and smiled sadly, feeling at peace, and for once not stressing over how to make the feeling last. "Maybe I'll write it down," he suggested to himself, "or maybe I'll be ok. You forget the memory, but never the... the knowledge. Or how it makes you feel. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes," Wands admitted. "You'll never be able to place what happened, but at the same time your spirit remembers. If it changed you, you're still changed."

"Yeah," Karl agreed. "You're better at explaining things than me."

Wanda smiled back at him, "Maybe I've had more practice, but really there's no way to tell." They both laughed. It was indescribably freeing to have someone else who got it. Wanda had tried talking about things before, but of course it was never the same. They laughed and exchanged stories, thoughts, and feelings until the stars started to fade away with morning light. You could see vague silluettes in the distance, but there wasn't enough light to make them out.

"One thing that worry is... what if I've already forgotten?" Wanda expressed. "What if in another life, another time, I had friends, or family, or lovers. What if I've forgotten them, but they lived on, missing me until their time ran out. And no matter how meaningful it was then, now I don't even know their name."

"Forgetting a lover?" Karl asked.

"Yes. We could have had someone so important we wanted to spend our eternity with them, had a million conversations, been inspired and changed, and in the end... no one is around to truly know."

Karl's stomach turned. "What if you forgot... but the other person is still there. He knows your name, and loves you, and misses you... and a part of you still loves him back, somewhere deep down inside but... but you can't find it."

"I hadn't thought of that one," Wanda answered.

"I could look into his eye, the same way I probably did before, but this time instead of all that emotion and care its just... empty. Maybe a bit of regret, or guilt for letting yourself do it. But no love."

They were quiet for a bit. "Is this... something that happened?" Wanda asked. Her tone was genuine and full of concern.

"No, no," Karl answered. "Just another hypothetical." He stared in the direction of Las Nevadas as the sun rose. Already he was alone in a feeling again, even after meeting another time-traveler. And he wouldn't let himself get any closer to opening up about it.

"I also loose things all the time," he deflected. "Mostly books. Have you ever tried to re-locate a library when you hardly remember where the first one was? Don't recomend it."

Wanda accepted the subject change with a light hearted laugh. "That happened with my favorite screw drivers!" She shouted. "One minute I was using it on a clock, and the next... gone!"