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Pour one out for a real one.

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boop his nose while you're scrolling please!

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This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send any Blorbo-related question you want to our inbox and we’ll make a poll on which people can vote with their own Blorbos in minds

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has anyone realized how FUCKED it is that caine made zooble's room have 3 mirrors in it? when they literally have body dysmorphia? which means zooble is forced to look at themself

also a literal human mannequin like ohhh i bet thats GREAT to look at every day

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being clumsy in fiction: Oops sorry the author didn't want to give me any real character flaws to make up for how adorably perfect I am, so I've got this cute little quirk where I trip on my own feet sometimes! uwu being clumsy in real life: Hey sorry I broke everything in vicinity, it's not because I don't love you or value your property, I just. fuckign suck at having hands.

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northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me

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peace and love on Earth..

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okay unrelated but what was the funniest red flag in ur worst relationship

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this is the funniest thing I’ve read in my LIFE

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this is really one of the best images ever

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Do you think that if Sasha had had the chance to storm the castle earlier and had managed to rescue Marcy she would have been the one to carry her unconscious body back to Joe Sparrow? her small and fragile figure light as a tissue, the hard edges of her bones poking out through her skin and digging into Sasha as she holds her close and lets her head rest on her chest, holding her sideways with one strong arm as her other hand holds the reins. She covers her with her cloak both because she's freezing and to hide her from view, because her skin has a sickly green tint, she has dark bags under her eyes and she looks half-starved to death. Marcy had always felt light to her, but she was convinced no human being should be this easy to hold. So they make it back to Wartwood and she lays her on her bed and both she and Maddie fret over her as they patch her up as well as they can, and then Sasha is left alone with her, and she stays by her side for as long as she can, gently stroking her greasy hair and tracing her finger across her face, down the slope of her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, her chin. She's never been one for physical affection but Marcy was, and she suddenly felt horrible for rejecting her hugs so often. She wanted to kiss her head, but something told her it wouldn't have been welcome. So she visited whenever she could and slep on a sleeping mat on the floor next to her bed to keep an eye on her at night, and when she finally woke up, she was extremely gentle, holding her in her strong arms as Marcy weakly wrapped hers around her waist. Sasha always made a point of taking off her armor whenever she saw Marcy, opting for a regular farm shirt and trousers, so her embrace would be soft and she didn't have to press her face against a hard cold pauldron, or feel heavy gauntlets stroking her back. Sasha was in charge of making sure she ate at least four times day, holding the spoon up for her and giving her a stern look when Marcy didn't want to. She also bathed her and helped her dress. She knew Marcy found it humilliating, if the concerningly green blush on her face meant anything, so she tried to joke and get her to talk about her games and movies to make her feel better, swallowing back her horror every time she saw how sharp her ribs and hips and spine and collarbone looked. Marcy did seem to enjoy Sasha washing her hair, though, happily humming with her head tilted back. It was nice seeing her this relaxed, and it felt really nice to curl up into a clean, warm, soft bed wearing nothing but the comfiest sleeping gown which she suspected Sasha had gotten made specifically for her (and seemed to remember she hated the texture of hard scratchy seams because the ones here were so soft she barely felt them). Down here, she felt so safe. Especially when Sasha held her. She only wished she didn't sleep on the hard floor like that, that she'd join her on the bed, that she held her all through the night, but when when she fell asleep on Sasha's arms, she always woke up alone.