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Idk

One is just old cuts and scars/healing

(TW SH/SCARS/WOUNDS/BLOOD)

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being addicted to smth that will probably k!ll me is crazy!

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practicing my sfx work today x3

(just small baby ones today, couldn't be bothered to do smth bigger)

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FAK3 WOUNDSSS SFX

TWWW (SCROLL DON'T REPORT)

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updated cvtss cus I cvt more after the first 2

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It scares me how easy it is to hit styro

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FAK3333 WOUNDSS TWWW

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live laugh love being fucked for summer

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bro I'm so fucked, my dad saw my wrist cvts and I just was honest cus like can not be bothered with lying, gotta be more careful start doin torso and ankles more

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omg soo reall

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helo people of shlr

after hitting styro I'm scared Imma hit beans what do I do in tat case?

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FAK3333 WOUNDS TWW

(Is this styro?)

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u gay??

HARLEY HEAR ME OUT

{Harley looks suprised}

"I'm going to be frank with you, I would definitely date that guy if I could."

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to watch

Stan Twins ~ 7 Years

Reuploading this directly to Tumblr (instead of youtube) because of some mobile viewing difficulties. 

The Stan Twins and everything they’ve been through still gets me emotional (and probably always will), so here’s a tribute to the journeys of my two favorite old men. 

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my hearttt

Can I ask what you think would happen if pre-doctor Harley Sawyer had an S/O who has been with him for so long to the point of marriage being the next goal, but some kind of accident happens and they lose their memories of him? I was curious to see what you thought he'd react like, shading this "bond" with someone who worked so hard to gain his trust and love only to forget everything they had with him.

And maybe if you're up for it cause it could mix with the scenario, what's he like as a husband of he for some reason got to that point?

He’s already a man who struggles with trust, with connection, with letting himself have something good. And then to have that ripped away?

Yeah. He wouldn't take it well.

💔 Harley Sawyer & an S/O Who Lost Their Memories 💫

Initial Reaction – Shock, Denial, & a Deep, Ugly Fear

Harley isn’t a man who loves easily. If he got to the point of marriage? That means you had to fight, push, and tear down every wall he built around himself. You were different. You got through to him.

And then, just like that, it’s gone. You don’t know him. You don’t remember him.

At first, he thinks he can handle it. He’s logical, right? He can fix this.

But when he looks at you—when he sees the blank stare, the way you flinch when he reaches for you, the way his name means nothing to you anymore—

That’s when it really hits. That bond you both built, the one thing he let himself trust, it’s shattered.

How He Handles It – Badly, But He Won’t Show It

On the surface? He’s calm. Composed. Maybe even a little cold. He won’t let you see how deep the damage goes.

But behind closed doors? It wrecks him.

He stays up at night, replaying memories that you no longer have.

He clenches his fists hard enough to leave marks, fights the urge to force the memories back—because logic tells him he can’t.

He stares at old pictures, whispers your name like it’s a prayer, like saying it enough times will bring you back.

Would he try to make you remember?

Yes. But not by pushing you. Harley is methodical—he’ll watch, wait, test small things. He’ll see if old habits stick.

He’ll leave your favorite coffee on the table, just to see if you reach for it the way you used to.

He won’t tell you who he is to you. But his actions will.

And if you never remember? If he has to live with the fact that you’ll never look at him the same way again?

He’d rather you be safe, even if it means losing you completely.

Would He Stay? Would He Let Go?

Harley Sawyer does not let go easily.

But he’s also a man who knows what it means to lose everything. And if he thinks staying will hurt you more than it’ll hurt him?

He’d leave. He’d walk away before you could reject him—because that’s a pain he doesn’t think he could survive.

Maybe he disappears from your life entirely, watching from a distance, never interfering.

Or maybe, just maybe—he stays in the background. A shadow of what he used to be to you. Someone important, but no longer in the way he once was.

Harley Sawyer as a Husband – If He Ever Got That Far

"Husband" is just a word. What matters is that you’re mine. And I don’t let go."

He’s not a conventional husband. Marriage isn’t something he dreams about—it’s a risk. A vulnerability.

But if he got there? He’d take it seriously. You would be the only person who’s ever gotten that far, and that means something.

Protective as hell. He doesn’t get jealous, but he does get possessive. The kind where he doesn’t need to say anything—just a look is enough.

Acts of service > words of love. You won’t get flowery speeches, but you’ll find a knife at your bedside if he thinks you need protection. He’ll know you’re stressed before you say anything. He’ll have already handled it.

Physicality matters. He’s not one for PDA, but behind closed doors? His touches are grounding. Steady. Not always gentle, but always intentional.

He’s in it for life. Divorce? Not an option. If you get into a fight? He’s not leaving the house until it’s resolved. If something threatens you? It’s already handled before you even know about it.

What If You Started Falling for Him Again?

Would he let it happen?

At first, he wouldn’t believe it.

But if you started looking at him the way you used to? If your body remembered what your mind forgot—if you reached for him in your sleep, if his voice became a comfort again?

He’d try to stay distant. Try to convince himself it’s not real.

But the moment you tell him, even hesitantly, “I think I love you”—

That’s when he breaks.

That’s when he exhales the breath he’s been holding since he lost you.

And that’s when he finally, finally lets himself believe he hasn’t lost you after all.

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lol gonna try this tonight

Guys I definitely have a problem : I've been listening to Harley's voice lines on repeat this whole week and last night I had them playing when I was drawing and I fell asleep to it like it was asmr 😭

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50 posts!

idk how I did this I just repost lol

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cutteeettette

*He loafs himself like a kitty*

Am bwead :3

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{Harley looks suprised}

"Did you learn that from the big lion, kiddo?"

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😭

Lapidot Angst Week Day 1 : Nightmare

The beach was shaded in the green from a legion of hand-ships. Their booms from breaking the atmosphere were still echoing in the distance. The gems on the beach, frozen in shock. The glowing, whirring balls of energy charged at the finger of the lead ships. The young human-hybrid spared a glance at his fellows; the tall and usually stoic Garnet, staring at the sky, her eyes wide in shock, Pearl, her spear drawn in reflex against the oncoming threat, the tip shaking in fear, Amethyst, fists pulled up to her chest defensivley, her head whipping back and forth between the static balls of energy aimed toward them.

His shield. Where is his shield?

The screen door to the beachhouse opened, somehow heard over the deafining buzz of energy above them.

No. Go back inside. Don’t come out here.

Peridot stood on the porch, defiantly staring at the armada of ships. She looked down at the gems and said, as the lasers shot from the cannons,

“I’m a Crystal Gem too.”

“NO! STOP!” Lapis shot up from her hammock.

Her chest heaved with breaths she didn’t need. The walls of the barn greeted her and the silence of the moon base assaulted her ears. Her head shook back and forth, reorienting herself.

A dream? Or… Oh no. Did Steven?

She lept out of the barn and took flight towards the top of the base. Landing on the top floor she ran to the windows facing towards Earth.

The half-shadowed planet didn’t show any signs of the ships from her dream, but stars forbid that Steven might have somehow contacted her through her sleep, and they had already entered the atmosphere…

She lept down onto the second floor and strode toward the orb in the middle of the room.

“Show me the beach.”

The walls flickered to life, showing the ocean splashing against the sand, soundlessly, over and over again. Turning, she was once again below the Crystal Gem’s temple, whole and staring serenely over the waves.

The pressure in Lapis’s chest lifted momentarily. Then her brow furrowed.

“Show me the Crystal Gems.”

The scene shifted to the inside of the house, Pearl whisking away at some mixture in a large bowl, to some wooded area where Garnet was sitting at the bank of a pond, watching a family of frogs jumping from pad to pad. Connie was sitting at a desk in a bland room with other young humans. Then the picture jumped to a dark canyon where Steven, Amethyst, and Peridot were planting sunflowers.

Flowers in a Kindergarten?

Lapis chuckled aloud.

I suppose if anyone can do it, it’d be those three.

She sat down and sighed, letting the walls return to their steely grey.

They’re all safe. Everything is okay.

Sporting a small smile, Lapis flitteted down to the first floor of the base, where the doors to the barn were still wide open. Her footsteps padding against the weathered wood. She stood in the middle of the barn, wondering what to do.

The hammock swayed gently in her corner, the couch and TV set were upstairs along with all five seasons of Camp Pining Hearts. She had tried and failed to get the TV to work.

Peridot could have done it.

Lapis shook her head and walked to her pile of meep morps. She had put all of them into their proper place and set them up correctly, even Peridot’s very first meep morp “Wow, Thanks”.

They are installation pieces after all.

She felt a pang in her chest. Backing away from the meep morps she ended up at the wide opening at its front. Looking over the interior of their home, her heart ached.

What is happening? What is out of place?

Confused, she let her wings carry her to the second floor once more, clutching at her heart all the while. Lighting on the edge of the rectangular hole where the stairs would ascend, Lapis looked down at the barn.

Funny, it almost looks like a meep morp from up here. Peridot would love…

There it was again, the throbbing pain in her chest. She moved away from the opening, towards the side of the room.

She sat along the cold wall, wrapping her arms around her legs. The pain faded away to a dull aching as Lapis looked up through misty eyes at the orb lightly glowing in the room’s center.

“Please,” she said in a pleading, tearful whisper, “show me what is missing.”

As the walls began to flicker once more, she continued,

“Show me Peridot.”